If you forget Me / Si Tu Me Oldivas

One of my favorite poem. Still, it's always about love, pals ;) And I also put the real language that is in Spanish language

If you forget me
by : Pablo Neruda


I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists:
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.


Si Tu Me Oldivas

Quiero que sepas
una cosa.

T� sabes c�mo es esto:
si miro
la luna de cristal, la rama roja
del lento oto�o en mi ventana,
si toco
junto al fuego
la impalpable ceniza
o el arrugado cuerpo de la le�a,
todo me lleva a ti,
como si todo lo que existe:
aromas, luz, metales,
fueran peque�os barcos que navegan
hacia las islas tuyas que me aguardan.

Ahora bien,
si poco a poco dejas de quererme
dejar� de quererte poco a poco.

Si de pronto
me olvidas
no me busques,
que ya te habr� olvidado.

Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del coraz�n en que tengo ra�ces,
piensa
que en esa d�a,
a esa hora
levantar� los brazos
y saldr�n mis ra�ces
a buscar otra tierra.

Pero
si cada d�a,
cada hora,
sientes que a m� est�s destinada
con dulzura implacable,
si cada d�a sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor m�o, ay m�a,
en m� todo ese fuego se repite,
en m� nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estar� en tus brazos
sin salir de los m�os.


Pablo Neruda

Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Native American Leader

Hari ini saya teringat syair yang dituliskan dibuku Spiritual Quotient dan segera saya mencari-cari di Google syair tersebut itu kembali. Sebenarnya, saya sudah menulisnya dibeberapa notebook saya, tapi buku itu entah dimana keberadaannya karena saya gunakan terakhir kali 4 tahun yang lalu. Setiap teringat bait per bait kata-kata ini, air mata saya tak terasa sudah mengalir. Sungguh, ini adalah syair-syair terindah yang saya temui. Semoga setiap mengingat kata-kata ini, saya selalu sadar akan kebesaran Tuhan. Amin!

Today, I remember about a poem that have been written in Spiritual Quotient (by Ian Marshall) and inspired by Oriah Mountain Dreamer, Native American Leader. So, i searched it in Google. Actually, I've wrote it in every notebook when i was in college, but I have no idea where the notebook gone now because last time I used that book was 4 years ago. Every time I remember each words of those poem, I can't realize that teardrop has already flowing through my cheek. Truly, that is the most beautiful words that I've ever read. Hopefully, in every sec I remember those poem will always reminding me about the Most Holy of ALLAH SWT. And for you, may it giving you a calm and power to face this life :)

The Invitation
by Oriah Mountain Dreamer

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can
disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Save my little prayer

The Majesty, gifted me a total separation from anything and anyone except You, and gifted me a tight bound to You.
Brightening my sight of heart with views that always see You, so light's boundaries become ripped off and wellspring source of shine has been reached and our souls being squeezed by Your pure dazzle.
The Loving One, let me become a wound healer, when come souls with opened wound in their chest and I'll wash those wound with love;
when come souls with heavy suffering that can't be told, and I'll try to support them with love;
when come souls with swelling eyes and tear drops, and I wipe it with love; when come souls with soft voice to tell the story about their sorrow, and I'll listen it with love;
when come souls wrapped by frail body who are very starving and sick, and I'll give them a love dish that I serve with my whole heart;
when come souls that expecting much and I'll hug them with all love in my heart.

Orgasmic Mind of A Woman

Achieving sexual climax requires a complex conspiracy of sensory and psychological signals—and the eventual silencing of critical brain areas. Sexual desire and orgasm are subject to various influences on the brain and nervous system, which controls the sex glands and genitals. The ingredients of desire may differ for men and women, but researchers have revealed some surprising similarities. For example, visual stimuli spur sexual stirrings in women, as they do in men.

Studies in neuroscience have involved chemicals that are present in the brain and might be involved when people experience love. These chemicals include: nerve growth factor, testosterone, estrogen, dopamine, norepinephrine, serotonine, oxytocin and vasopressin. Adequate brain levels of testosterone seem important for both human male and female sexual behavior. Dopamine, norepinephrine, and serotonin are more commonly found during the attraction phase of a relationship.Oxytocin and vasopressin seemed to be more closely linked to long term bonding and relationships characterized by strong attachments.

A scan developed by American scientists could sneak a peek inside the brain of a woman while she is enjoying orgasm. Researchers from the Rutgers University were able to discover that that sexual arousal tends to numb the female nervous system to such an extent that she does not feel as much pain-only pleasure.

The researchers asked eight women to stimulate themselves while lying under a blanket inside a Magnetic Resonance Imaging (MRI) scanner, a tunnel-like machine often used to detect brain tumours. Most women took less than five minutes to reach an orgasm although some took as long as 20. During that time, the MRI scanner took images of their brain every two seconds to show which parts became active during the orgasm. The scientists found that two minutes before the orgasm, the brain’s reward centres become active, the areas usually activated when eating food and drink.

Clitoral stimulation by itself led to activation in areas of the brain involved in receiving and perceiving sensory signals from that part of the body and in describing a body sensation—for instance, labeling it “sexual.” But when a woman reached orgasm, something unexpected happened: much of her brain went silent. Some of the most muted neurons sat in the left lateral orbitofrontal cortex, which may govern self-control over basic desires such as sex. Decreased activity there, the researchers suggest, might correspond to a release of tension and inhibition. The scientists also saw a dip in excitation in the dorsomedial prefrontal cortex, which has an apparent role in moral reasoning and social judgment—a change that may be tied to a suspension of judgment and reflection. Brain activity fell in the amygdala, too, suggesting a depression of vigilance similar to that seen in men, who generally showed far less deactivation in their brain during orgasm than their female counterparts did. “Fear and anxiety need to be avoided at all costs if a woman wishes to have an orgasm.

“At the moment of orgasm, women do not have any emotional feelings.”



Source : Scientific American Mind

Too Good TO Be True by Sioen

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Movie Quotes : LOVE IN THE TIME OF CHOLERA

This quotes below most taken from the Movie tittle : Love in The Time which was adopted from Gabriel Garcia Marquez's Novel that won the nobel prize. I think it would extent our point of view about love. Learn and learn the feelings then you will reach of rich emotion...

"Please allow me to wipe the slat clean. Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal, which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace, not the means to anything, but the alpha and omega. An end in itself."

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride : I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or You, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand...So intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close..."

"If I knew that today would be the last time I'd see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. If I knew that time you pass through this door, I'd embrace you, kiss you and call you back for one more. If I knew that this would be the last time I would hear your voice, I'd take hold of each word to be able to hear it over and over again. If I knew this is the last time I see yoiu, I'd tell you I love you, and would not just assume foolishly you know it already."

"The important thing in marriage is not happiness but stability."
"The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast."

And love... nothing is more difficult than love.

It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.

"No body deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry."

"I was not possible to live together in any other way. Or love in any other way, and nothing in this world was more difficult than love."

A lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth.

"Life is not what one lived, but what one remembers and how one remembers it in order to recount it."

"What matters in life is not what happens to you, but what you remember and how you remember it."

......................................."There is always something left to love."

Someday

Try to lie but it ain't me Ain't me
Try to look but I can't see
Can't stop right now cause I'm too far and I can't keep goin' cause it's too hard
In the day in the night it's the same thing
On the field on the block it's the same game
On the real if you stop then it's no pain but if you can't feel pain then it's no gain
Rearrange and you change and it's all bad and you try to maintain but you fall back
And you crawl and you slip and you slide down
Wanna make it to the top better start now
So I hold my soul and I die hard
All alone in the night in the graveyard
Someday one day I'm gonna be free and they won't try to kill me for being me


If you know how this is
Gonna see it's not that easy
Don't stop get it till it's done
From where you are or have begun
I said keep on try a little harder to see everything you need to be
Believe in your dreams
That you see when you're asleep

Someday we gonna rise up on that wind you know
Someday we gonna dance with those lions
Someday we gonna break free from these chains and keep on flyin'