These blogs are a true story of a young man named Junior Rendon and his struggle with kidney failure.
Mirame: Look me in the eye
Tell me you don’t care for me
Tell me there’s nothing left
In your heart for us.
Mirame: Look me in the eye
Tell me your heart-
Still doesn’t flutter
When you hear my voice on the telephone…
Mirame: Look me in the eye
Tell me you don’t
Dream of me-
And you holding me close
Mirame: Look me in the eye
Tell me you don’t
Lose count of the times
You found yourself thinking of us…
-EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2012
A sunset in a rose:
The sun came up
It traveled west
Found its home in a rose.
The rose bud opened
After a long repose
One by one the petals blossomed-
The the sun set in the rose
A dozen roses have I
All heavenly scented
Had a tear in my eye
Made my heart glad
Made me sing
A sunset in a rose
Such a beautiful thing!
-Eva Santiago copyright 2012
She sits there in the cold
A hooded head
Hair face a wrinkled map
Missing her teeth
She is far from dead
She sits there in the cold
Her tiny frame
Trying to be bold
And she has no one to hold
She sits there in the cold
Her aged eyes
Tell you no lies
Her soul she never sold
She sits there in the cold
Folding her fragile hands
In the folds of her coat
Her life story is hidden in the sands
-EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2012
Eres un sueño sin fin
You are a never-ending dream
I can’t lose
Nor can I win
Eres un sueño sin fin
You are a never-ending dream
If you were to love me
You still think it would be a sin
Eres mi sueño sin fin
You are my never-ending dream…
-Eva Santiago copyright 2012
El no sabe que sentir. Does he feel relief? Yes and sadness that it has to be this way. Some anger comes and goes when Carlos remembers how much he cared; and for what? He cared because he is that way. He cares because someone has to. He cares because he has a living, breathing heart. But now Carlos knows not to care when someone has given up. Don’t care more than the other person. Is this right? He is not really sure. The thing is he is fresh out of answers. That’s right you heard it from the bird: No more answers to be found here.
All Carlos has now is a faith that guides him uphill, on a path strewn with uncertainty. Every day he wakes up to the sun and it greets him with the same warmth he felt yesterday. Carlos goes to bed at night under the same twinkling stars and bright lit moon; knowing everything is going to be fine no matter what he chooses. He has wings now. Carlos can fly because he is not afraid to . All that holds him back now is himself and he is not going to let that happen. As long as Carlos is alive he will keep soaring higher and higher because the chicken coop is no place for an eagle like he.
He did his best. Carlos knows deep inside, where it really counts, that he gave his all and that, he will never, ever regret. When Carlos chose his life he decided to make it worth his while. He never was one to complain because after all, everything that has come into his life was based on the decisions he made . Who can he blame for the bad decisions? NO ONE! No one is at fault here, not even Carlos because he learned to cut himself some slack and go easy on the boy who as it turns out, is not Super Man or Iron Man; He is HUMAN and that is all. Carlos
never said he knew everything. He just said he’d find out if he didn’t know.
Is Carlos’s world crashing down? Yes it is. He used to be afraid of that happening and that’s why he fought alone for so long. He tried to keep a team of wild horses from careening down that precipice and now that he let go of the reins , he finds it is amazingly easier to let go than he previously imagined. Now that they are crashing, Carlos finds relief and a bit of annoyance for not having done it sooner.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2012
Today I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed dear readers. I’ve been doing my home work and brain storming on how to get my new book out when it’s released. Salsa! The Taste of Life, is going live shortly and I have a big job ahead of me. They say the “easy” part is writing the book and the toughest job is getting it out there. I invite you to help me brain storm and see what other ideas you could come up with because I believe that when it comes to a lot of things in life, 2 or more heads are better than one 🙂 yes, I do have a publicist who will help me; however I have to get it out HERE where I live so I welcome your thoughts on this! If I use your idea, I’ll send you a free, autographed copy of Salsa! The Taste of Life. I look forward to your responses 🙂
So it’s Tuesday and I’ve been busy; who hasn’t right? After a long week-end it always seems rough getting things going. But alas we get over it and do what we must. Last night I went to the Henderson Writer’s Group ,the local writer’s group I belong to. I read one of my stories from my new book, Salsa! The Taste of Life which is going live very soon and I was very pleased with the group’s reaction to my story after I read it. There is something wonderful about receiving the approval of your peers.
Since last night, I’ve been in a great mood so I wanted to pass the cheer along with these funny pictures. Remember this week is a short one so hang in there because Friday will be here before we know it! 🙂
I’ve been pouring over my proof copy of SALSA! The Taste of Life, my new book coming out soon to your local bookstores. It occurred to me that I am in a great place in my life right now ! Then this song popped in my head and so I had to share it with you, my amazing audience. So now I’ll get back to some more weeding out of last minute typos! HAPPY LABOR DAY 🙂
Ready for another pre-taste of Salsa! the Taste of Life? It’s my new book going live soon! 🙂 Well here, have a taste!! I wish you a grand week-end and may you stop for a minute and take in a sunset 🙂
Am I a Baby or Just a Bump?
Mama, Mama, what am I?
Am I a baby,
or just an ugly bump?
Some people say I am a baby;
others say I’m just some tired bump.
Since when does a human life
get reduced to a bump?
Every day, I grow inside here. Yet people forget, because I am little and still being knitted and formed, that I have feelings. I am reduced to no more than a bump.
When God looks at me, does he see a person,
or am I just another lump of clay in His hands?
When Eve, the mother of all the living, conceived her first child,
was she so figure-conscious as to refer to the life inside her as
just a bump?
For centuries women regarded the miracle that life is
as something holy and inspiring.
What have we come to now,
that we depreciate and devalue,
and reduce it to nine months
of carrying an unsightly bump?
Roe vs. Wade-
Gave women the freedom to kill their own babies.
No wonder now young girls,
think nothing of discarding the bump,
into an old garbage dump.
The opinion of the day is for women,
of all races, ages, and sizes
to deal with the bump!
Get rid of it through c-section surgery;
as fast as you can.
Go back to the gym;
hurry up now, get back to that size two
as fast as you can!
Don’t nourish your baby; don’t give her your best,
because after all, it’s just an unsightly bump!
Let’s save the whales, they say!
Let’s save the buffalo!
Let’s throw away human life,
because after all, it’s just an insignificant bump!
We were all fashioned and created by someone way bigger.
We bear the image and face of almighty God.
Now what did you come from?
A human being made in His image,
or just an unsightly bump?
A heavenly place next to His throne?
Or an obscure garbage dump?
Would you throw God into a dumpster?
-Eva Santiago Copyright 2012
Some people will get along once you sit both of them down and help them see that their difference can help them if they want to. I have 2 amazing daughter who at times don’t get along because they both focus on their negative qualities too much. My daughters are as different as sand paper is to cotton. Years ago I saw this and I knew it would be their stumbling block. Today I sat them down and I explained that each could take from the other; my oldest daughter is verbal, strongly opinionated and out going. My 2nd daughter is quiet, reserved and shy. So I told the oldest one to learn to be a bit reserved and I told my second daughter to stop worrying so much about people’s opinions and be more out going. See, I believe we were all put in this life to learn from one another.
I once told a woman I wished I was more like her because she was always quiet. She looked at me in amazement and she said that she wished she were more like me; outgoing and confident. You never know how you affect a person. Since that day I quit trying to be something other than what God made me.
This poem, another one of my edits from my new book soon to be released, Salsa! The Taste of Life, is a brief observation on love. I hope you appreciate it and I look forward to your feed back.
Amor
True love is when it’s not about you.
True love knows how to bow out gracefully.
True love is me, reassuring the well-being of both our souls.
True love is knowing when to speak and when to be quiet.
True love is not pushy or antsy,
True love doesn’t care about fancy.
-Eva Santiago Copyright 2012
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