jueves, 22 de septiembre de 2016

Best Friends Forever


Many years ago I went to see my best friend at her office; I needed help and advice to make a decision. I sat in a chair at her desk in front of her, the door was shut close it was just the two of us discussing important matters. She then gave me her opinion which sounded very painful to my ears, I felt judged and misunderstood. She told me things I did not agree with or wanted to hear. I let her finish talking, and then I stood up feeling hurt and angry, and walked out of her office slamming the door shut behind me scaring everyone else nearby.

I got home still feeling very upset and when I told my husband what had happened he said: “You know what to do. She is your best friend; you can't stay mad at her for forever. You both need to fix it. Losing your best friend is not an option.”

Two days later she called asking to meet for lunch at a Restaurant, I agreed and we sat down at the table where she told me she was sorry for the things she had said. She explained that she loves me like family and wanted only to help me make the right decision and see things from another perspective. She now understood how painful that might have sounded for me and wanted to apologize. She felt sure that I was smart enough to make the right decision and whatever I decided she would be very happy for me as my friend.

She then added:  “By the way people in the office were really scared when you slammed the door to my office and wanted to know what I had done to you, because everyone thinks you are always so sweet that you would not hurt a fly”. We laughed since we both know I am also capable of being a total witch.

We quickly forgot our disagreement and everything returned to normal and all worked out just fine. We have been friends forever and I would always turn to her for advice, because I know she will give me the hard truth and not the pretty lies, and she won't sugar coat it. I adore her, and when we are together we always have the most amazing time laughing, having fun and telling stories. She is someone I have shared precious moments with; she was my bridesmaid at my wedding over sixteen years ago, we sat talking non-stop in a Restaurant in Munich ten years ago while having lunch and last year we were at a bar in Miami sipping cocktails.
She is always in my heart wherever ago. She is someone I could never afford to lose over a silly misunderstanding, no matter what or who. Her friendship is one of my treasures. She is one of my favorite people in the world, someone I admire for being strong, caring, honest, beautiful and very intelligent. Her friendship is one of my treasures.

Today is her Birthday. Happy Birthday dear friend! Thank you for your amazing friendship, may God always bless you with health, love, wealth, beauty and many friends and family that are always by your side making you feel loved and awesome. May all your wishes come true!! 

martes, 26 de julio de 2016

Five Minutes Alone With You

When I think about love is your face I see
When I am with you I become an open book
Did I tell you that I love you?
Did I?
We are a perfect fit
Did I answer all your questions or none at all?

You wanted to know all my secrets
When I think about love is your face I see
You held my heart in your hands
I was wrong
Five minutes alone with you
Would have never been enough

I am heartbroken
I forgot to ask all the important questions
I never wanted to let go of you
We never stood a chance
From the beginning it was all a lie
Five minutes
I told myself
To help me sleep at night

When I think about love is your face I see
I was wrong
I wanted to wake up with your smile
I wanted all of you
All the time
Not somebody
Not someone
Not anybody
Just you
Only you
To love you
And be loved by you

I am done lying to myself
Five minutes alone with you
Would have never been enough


lunes, 2 de mayo de 2016

Entre los dedos


Anoche mientras dormía soñé con la vida…
Al principio la vida se me escapaba entre de los dedos.
Eran pequeños granos de arena de diferentes colores.
Uno granos eran de tonos brillantes y vivos; otros eran de tonalidades opacas…
Rápidamente cerré mi mano en puño… No podía perder ni uno solo grano más. 
Seguían escurriéndose entre los dedos de mi mano cerrada.
Intentaba aferrarme fuertemente a ellos. 
Cerraba mi puño con fuerza.
Cuanto más cerraba la mano, más rápidamente se escapaban por entre los dedos. 
Entonces en mi sueño entendí… estaba todo muy claro. 
Abrí mi mano… ya no me importaba perder granos de arena.
La vida es libertad y no la podemos detener… Debemos vivirla.
Cada grano coloreado de arena era una experiencia de vida.
Aquellos que quedaban en mi mano eran experiencias por vivir…
Aquellos que rápidamente eran llevados por el viento eran momentos que no me correspondían experimentar…
Los granos de arena que caían lentamente entre mis dedos eran experiencias ya vividas…
Mi sueño me lo explicaba todo…
Vive intensamente la vida… al igual que los granos de arena, ella se escapa y no puedes aferrarte a ella, simplemente debes vivir, experimentar, aprender, recordar y amar.
Cada experiencia será única e inolvidable.
Seguí durmiendo…
Los granos de arena siguieron escapando por entre mis dedos abiertos pero cada grano que caía dejaba en mi corazón una marca especial con su tonalidad particular…

Madrid, 26 de Marzo 2016.
© Alan M. Rogers Martijena

jueves, 14 de abril de 2016

Ice Cream


How do you forget someone you love? I can’t, I am cursed with an amazing memory. I remember he was eating ice cream in front of me. I was eating ice cream too, but I was watching him, he looked so handsome and sexy that I wished I was the ice cream he was eating.  I was telling a story just to break the silence; he smiled at me and asked if I wanted to taste his ice cream. I bit my lip and thank God for not giving him the super power of reading my mind.

 I have a dirty mind. I was staring at him, I could not keep my eyes away from him and it seemed he could not keep his eyes away from me either. I felt it, what some call chemistry, I felt his energy all over me, felt myself smile from the inside out because of him. He looked at me and his eyes sparkle, it was crazy, it felt so intense, the ice cream was melting fast. I had never wished to become ice cream before, I did not want to taste his ice cream I wanted to taste his lips, so now I was in deep trouble for now I wanted to be inside his mouth.

I told myself, it is all in your mind, control yourself, control your thoughts, I wondered if he felt it too, the chemistry? I think he did and that is why he asked me out the next day. He told me that he enjoyed being with me and wanted to see me again.

I wanted to see him again too, but I said sorry, I can’t. I was afraid of turning into ice cream, I am not kidding, I was a fool, I was a coward, I was afraid he might find out how much I liked him, how much his smile made me smile. I did not want to fall in love, and I was pretty sure that if I saw him again I would fall in love with him, because he was exactly my type if I had a type which I don’t, but he could very well be my type and I felt like leaving the country just to forget. Which I did too (left the country) but still I did not forget him.

I was an idiot to say no, a real coward, afraid to open my heart to love, because love is so very scary to a control freak like me. I was afraid let go and dive into my emotions, my feelings of desire and God knows what would happen if I let loose. That is my only regret and will never forget and I will never allow myself to doubt my heart again or be afraid of anything that will help me to grow. The control freak in me died after that and I would not waste another opportunity like that again if given the chance.
 
I will never forget the lesson in love, because that is what it was, if
you love someone, then you do what it takes and you take the risk, even if it means you might turn into ice cream. When I hear that things happen for a reason I think it is only up to me to make things happen. It’s all about choices.

martes, 5 de abril de 2016

Walk with me


(Love at first sight)

I was rehearsing on stage when he walked in the Aula Magna .
He had light brown hair and hazel brown eyes he looked directly at my big dark brown eyes like there was no one else there, yet the place was filled with dancers and teachers. For a second I felt the music stopped. He walked like he own the world, his shoulders back, his back straight, chin up and his beautiful brown eyes on me while I danced.  

He stood there looking at me while I got lost in the music and told a story with my body then a few minutes later when rehearsal was over he walked over to me and asked:

“Do you want to walk with me?”

“Yes” I said giving him my little gym bag for him to carry. He grabbed it and threw it over his shoulder.

We walked slowly outside, it was warm the beginning of summer, he talked and I listened, he told me who he was, what he liked and did not like. He was passionate about football and enjoyed most being outdoors, he told me about his mother, his sister and his father who was in jail for not paying his taxes. I thought he was brave, honest and amazing for opening his heart to me, a stranger he just met. We walked for who knows how long because time stood still and the people around us seemed to have disappeared. When we found ourselves back at the starting point of our walk he asked if I wanted to be his girlfriend.

I said yes. I felt like I knew everything I had to know, the important stuff, how he made me feel and how comfortable he felt with me. I was happy to walk anywhere with him. We trusted each other.

“Do you want to walk with me some more?” I asked him

“Yes” he said. We continued walking holding hands, I told him about my love for music and dance since before I could walk, about the warm and sunny place I was born where there is no snow. I mentioned the things I did not like, lies being at the top of my list followed by smoking.  The things I feared like wasting time. I told him my secrets and dreams. I wanted to share everything with him.

We walked, we talked, we listened, we held hands, we kissed, and it was love at first sight.  

miércoles, 9 de marzo de 2016

Little Voice

Trust – said the little voice

I was sharing one of my stories with a woman when I heard myself say:
“You know that little voice that tells you what to do…”

“I ...don’t. What voice?” She interrupted me “Do you hear voices inside your head?” She asked laughing
 

I quickly changed the subject without pausing and found an excuse to go and talk to someone else.
I really believed that everyone heard that little voice inside them. The voice does not come from my head, it comes from deep down. I call it “little voice”, at the beginning it was like a soft whisper, but the more I listened the louder and clearer it got. I wish it sounded like Morgan Freeman that would be so cool! My little voice is quite loud it knows what it wants and there is no stopping it when it wants something. I know better than to argue with it, because when I follow it, magic happens and I like magic.

Some people call it “gut feeling”, some say it’s “listening to your heart”. What I know for sure is that if you ask, it will tell you and if you pay attention and listen it will guide you in the right direction.

Trust – said the little voice today loud and clear