Llegaste Tu

El deseo entró en mi ser como un atardecer

¿Dónde está?

Esa soledad que intentó matarme

Allí, allí, desapareció

Cuando llegaste, mi amor

Cuando viniste con esa sonrisa

Viniste y tocaste mi corazón, despertandolo, descongelandolo a cabo

Y yo no puedo evitarlo

Es una lucha que sigo perdiendo

Entonces has venido y con una sola mirada

Mi corazón está en un rugido hasta

Atrapado lejos como en un trance

Llegaste … por fin llegaste!

Desire came into my being like a sunset

Where is it?

That loneliness that tried to kill me

There, there, it vanished

When you came, my love

When you came with that smile

You came and you touched my heart; awakening, thawing it out

And I can not help myself

It’s a fight that I keep losing

Then you came and with one glance

My heart’s in an up roar

Caught away as in a trance

You came … you finally came you!

Para Que La Vida

Para que la vida
What is life for?
Is it for you?
Is it for me?
Is it for living in fear?
Is it for the selfish?
Is it for the selfless?

Para que la vida?
What is life for?
Photos are proof that we lived
That we had an existence
That people were by our side
And sometimes we loved them from a distance.

Para que la vida?
What is life for?
If you’re not with the one you love
Is life worth living?
Sure it is
Because none of us always get what we want
For me life is forever worth living

Para que la vida?
What is life for ?

MUJER HERMOSA

Beautiful woman that you are
How could it be that you strayed so far
How could it be you never saw
That you are a brightly lit star

Beautiful woman that you are
Why did you walk on
Why didn’t you look in the mirror
Te escondiste en la mar.

Beautiful woman, lovely is your name
You’re all what they say and so much more
Now it’s your time go on and proclaim-
“I’ve changed for the better and I’ll never be the same!”

Life is Seldom Clean-Cut

Life Is Seldom Clean-Cut

Life is seldom clean-cut
One stage doesn’t end neatly
And another begins
Life is seldom clean-cut
Like the waves in the ocean
They crash, thunder and roll
Speeding away to reach the shore
Life is seldom clean-cut
Spring rolls into summer
Summer melts into autumn
Falling leaves announce winter
Everything dies
Come spring everything dead arises

Life is seldom clean-cut
A life grows in the dark
For 9 months in seclusion
No one knows what it looks like
No one knows what this person will become
9 months later, life greets the lil one
Everyone says we’re glad you made it…WELCOME!

Life seldom is clean-cut
Relationships never end over night
Bad words spoken
Bitter seeds sown
For too many times a heart is broken
Too many threats flew, too many fights
Then the heart can no longer cry

A heart once whole
Now lays there in pieces
Like a fragmented puzzle
It would have been better
If the red zone dog who broke it
Had been faithful and worn his muzzle

All the pieces scattered about
And day after day
And night after night
She lays there in fear
She is trying so damn hard not to doubt

Life is seldom clean-cut
The old is over
Yet there’s a promise of life
At the end of the dark tunnel
It beckons her
“ Come, come closer, to the light.”

Life is seldom clean-cut
Words spoken behind close doors
Undoubtedly will make it outside
Be ever so careful
Words spoken in secret
Will be shouted from the roof top
Deeds done under cover
Will be exposed and expunged.

Life is seldom clean-cut
Stab a soul in the back
Pull out the knife
Exit wounds hurt far more
Than the initial one
Keep doing her wrong
And soon she’ll say so long
Keep doing her wrong
And she’ll only grow strong
Keep doing her wrong
And she’ll start singing a new song
LIFE IS SELDOM CLEAN CUT!

WHAT A DAY!

I just wanted to share some pictures and a few of the details that went into making my book launch for Salsa! The Taste of Life a hit! I met up with a couple of fellow writers, M Cid D’Angelo and Toni Pacini who really showed love and support. Receiving encouragement from your peers is great!

I had Vital Germaine, another fellow writer read for me in the early part of the day. He did an amazing job too!

Performers Jaelyn Denise and Darla Beaux brought joy to the whole day with their amazing talents.

My neighbor who lives in back of me, offered her artistic skills by doing great face painting, which many enjoyed.

At the end of the day I read 3 excerpts from my book to a full house. I shared the poem I dedicated to my family,MI FAMILIA, and my own strong emotions caught me off guard , when I gave thanks to my long deceased parents.You never know how your own words will affect you as you share them with an audience.

After my readings several people came up and congratulated me saying that they felt what I wrote and could picture what I describe clear as day. Folks, THAT was the topping to end my wonderful day! That is why I write; so you my amazing readers can feel the music of my heart and picture what I see when I close my eyes. When you read me, I hope to take you places far away and touch your soul all at the same time. If I don’t ,I’m not doing my job as a writer 🙂

A warm thank you goes to ALL who helped me put my event together and to ALL who stopped in to celebrate my book! You all are the BEST and so are YOU my dear readers!!!

I am still on cloud 9 and not ready to land yet!! Happy Sunday!!!

A Sunset in a Rose

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!

SHOW US WRITERS SOME LOVE!!!

Dear followers of my blog,

I know I have not posted recently about my new book, SALSA! The Taste of Life. The book is finished and SOON it will be available to you. Right now I’m working with my publicist who is getting ready to set a release date for me. I will give you more details as I get them. Mean while, please read this post and please do what the picture below suggests; don’t just do this for my book when it comes out, show other writers your love and that you enjoy our work. Your reviews mean so much. THANKS!! My readers are THE BEST!!

All my love and appreciation to you- my dear readers,

Eva

MOODY BLUES MONDAYS

So we’re back and at it! Are the moody blues hitting you this Monday? Aren’t you glad I thought of you today? I will help you bust out of that with these funny pics, then you’ll be so glad you stopped by. I welcome your comments and show your appreciation 😀 Have a great week!!!!

-Eva

Word Picture #2

WORD PICTURES

Who is he anymore? Why doesn’t he give a damn? Knowing that he doesn’t; why does he expect anyone else to care? He sucks the life out of everyone and then wonders why they stay away. He is a bankrupt soul. She won’t let him put her in the red because she won’t give him the power or permission to do so. Their little girl asks, “ Is he ashamed of what he does?” And there is a clear answer to her alarming question: “ No he is not.”

He is a wreck who has tried to demolish other lives and yet there is one life he can’t touch. Oh, he persisted incessantly but he failed. His bitterness oozes out of the volcano that is his heart. The turbid lava oozes out and scorches everything that gets in his way. It is vile what he does, and he sees it not. Hatred blinds the soul and it does more than that. Animosity pierces his heart and he becomes the scorpion who stings himself to death. He inflicts his poison on himself and when he opens his mouth everyone runs for cover.

He wasn’t always a beast. She remembers when his touch was gentle; when she could lay her weary head on his shoulder and everything in her world was fine. He let her see the good guy in him when their love was new and budding. He gave her hope because she was running on empty. She let down the moat to her isolated heart just this once because back then he was a knight minus the shining amour. This knight was different because his armor was covered with the dents and chinks that come from the many wars he’d fought. He’d lost more battles than he wanted to admit. He still had bits of his heart left. She let him in.

That was then, this is now. The good memories persist in her mind because that is all that she has left of him now. He walks about the place looking to pick on the weaker ones. She dodges his flaming arrows. At night she goes to sleep alone and wondering when the end will come. Her tears drench her pillow as she pleads with her God to bring an end to the suffering. She slips away into her dreams of a better tomorrow where they are both free from each other. Where they both have found peace.