B...Te bendigo con amor y te libero de mi vida.

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Se que es una poesía vieja pero ni mis propias palabras podrían explicar mejor lo que siento.

Se que es una poesía vieja pero ni mis propias palabras podrían
explicar mejor lo que siento.

Pasarás por mi vida sin saber que pasaste.
Pasarás en silencio por mi amor y, al pasar,
fingiré una sonrisa como un dulce contraste
del dolor de quererte... y jamás lo sabrás.

Soñaré con el nácar virginal de tu frente,
soñaré con tus ojos de esmeraldas de mar,
soñaré con tus labios desesperadamente,
soñaré con tus besos... y jamás lo sabrás.

Quizás pases con otro que te diga al oído
esas frases que nadie como yo te dirá;
y, ahogando para siempre mi amor inadvertido,
te amaré más que nunca... y jamás lo sabrás.

Yo te amaré en silencio... como algo inaccesible,
como un sueño que nunca lograré realizar;
y el lejano perfume de mi amor imposible
rozará tus cabellos... y jamás lo sabrás.

Y si un día una lágrima denuncia mi tormento,
—el tormento infinito que te debo ocultar—,
te diré sonriente: «No es nada... ha sido el viento».
Me enjugaré una lágrima... ¡y jamás lo sabrás!

José Ángel Buesa

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Tu imaginacion me encontro

Llorar por dentro en aquel restaurante ya era costumbre para mi, era mas que evidente que ir aquel lugar era mas mi salida "para que no me queje" que otra cosa, total, mientras el se la pasaba en el telefono en sus dichosas llamadas de "negocios" yo simplemente me ahogaba en mi botella de champaña con jugo de melocoton, el mesero de siempre, ya solo nos veia entrar y sabia que traerme.

La tristeza se me ha de ver, pues creo que este mesero trata de hacerme reir , no se bien lo que me dijo, pero creo que fue chistoso, me hundo en mis pensamientos y en una rabia que me causa el dolor que llevo dentro por haberme resignado a esta vida tan vacia, mientras miro a mi derecha y veo unas llamas ... porque cojoyo hara el mesero una fogata ahi? casi me rio pero, pruebo mi champaña y me doy cuenta que mientras el esta haciendo fogatas el mesero que me preparo esta copa deberia de buscarse otro trabajo, mientras, llega mi mesero ofreciendome postre, prefiero irme, no aguanto mas estar alli, dejo al cara de idota con su llamada, voy saliendo y siento una mirada fuerte sobre mi, volteo a ver, pensando que era el, pero no, no era el, como era de esperarse, mas bien era el mesero que me miraba con ojitos dulces, consolando mi dolor, quiza con ganas de abrazarme, me dieron ganas de correr hacia el.. pero simplemente le regale una sonrisa... y me fui....

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Trying out my new iPhone blogger app. ;)

*Rita Batista*
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Te odio

Te odio

A ti que no avisas cuando vas a llegar
que logras arruinar dias completos de mi vida
y ni hablar de esas noches en vela que me haces
llorar lagrimas de sangre

Te odio,
A ti, que pasan los años y siemplemente me dueles mas
que me has dejado sin ganas de tomarme un trago con mis amigas
y te burlas de las noches que me quedo en cama preguntandome
porque a mi?

Te odio
A ti, que has de ser un castigo en mi vida de algo que habre hecho
en mi otra vida...., porque en esta se que no fue
te odio porque apareces con el simple olor a perfume o a basura
te odio porque no me acostumbro a vivir contigo apesar del tiempo
porque no deberias existir, porque no me dejas vivir....

Y sobretodo te odio porque no me dejas disfrutar de un misero chocolate!

Te odio Mirgraña.. lastima que no tienes cura... :(

The End

Que poco hablo de ti,

Que pocas ganas me has dejado de hablar de ti

No tengo nada que decir

Pero como?

Y que de tantos años?

Hoy me encontre diciendo que soy una larga historia en tu vida,

solo para rapidamente darme cuenta que no es asi,

y asi de rapido correjirme y mas bien dije "eres una larga historia en mi vida"
Pero no supe que contar..

Me quede muda...

No quise contar...

No vale la pena contar...

No mereces ese espacio en mi memoria...
Ya ni me molesta escuchar las miles de criticas siempre

alquien tiene sobre tu persona

Que bien me siento y que bien respiro.

Cada historia llega a su fin.

It feels really good to realize when you have finally let go.

The End.

Mikhail Baryshnikov

“Dominican Moves”??

This is for MIKHAIL BARYSHNIKOV,. Freddy Ginebra and aparantly every single blind newspaper in my country. And so everyone knows how pissed off I am.

I arrived Santo Domingo to spend 1 week in my very loved island, the next day I picked up a copy of the Diario Libre Newspaper and found something that in that moment seemed to me totally marvelous and incredible! MIKHAIL BARYSHNIKOV was there! And not only was he there but he was also presenting an photography exposition in which he describes in his own words that in those photographs he captured the Dominican Culture and our national Dance. Me, being a fan of Mr. BARYSHNIKOV got all exited and happy, I think I was even nervous, I was so happy that an artist/actor like Mr. BARYSHNIKOV had taken time to make and expose his art in my country.

The next day I ran to the exposition which was held in “Casa de Teatro” a very prestigious art gallery in the Dominican Republic. As I walked in I saw 3 huge photos that I found to be very beautiful, they were of people in a bar and an older couple dancing, the colors where very bright reds and oranges and the movement of the camera shot were excellent and the texture of the same was truly amazing I could have sworn it was a panting and not a photo… in the next few minutes a man came and handed me a glossy paper that had the “artists” words describing his “art” as the Dominican Culture.
As I continued to walk my eyes could not believe what they were seeing and it became totally impossible for me to connect what I was reading with what I was looking at!

MIKHAIL BARYSHNIKOV presented 16 huge photos of which 12 were solely of STRIPERS! YES stripers dancing naked on a metal pole. STRIPERS!
BARYSHNIKOV insists that, that is what he captured of the Dominican Culture; he said it in his own words in all the interviews he gave and in his little glossy handout.

I was in a state of shock, as I walked around I felt so embarrassed, and I felt embarrassed that this man who I admire had this absolutely wrong and stupid idea of what the Dominican Culture is and that he actually presented it in my own country, I felt appalled that Mr. Freddy Ginebra (Owner of Casa De Teatro) a man who I have a great deal of respect for had the audacity of allowing this man to expose his erroneous idea of our culture in his establishment, and I felt pity for Mr. BARYSHNIKOV for not having the slightest idea of what the Dominican Culture and it National Dance consists of.

I can truly say that my country lacks strip clubs and stripers, and wherever Mr. BARYSHNIKOV went to get his grove on was not a Dominican Culture spot which by the pictures I have to say that THOSE WERE NOT DOMINICAN WOMEN either.

“Dominican Moves” not only is a lack of respect but also an insult to the Dominican Women, the Dominican National Dance and the Dominican Culture.

I suggest Mr. BARYSHNIKOV stay longer in my beautiful island; visit other places besides a Strip Club where sluts dance naked on a pole, read, learn what the real Dominican Culture is so you can realize that your exposition has nothing to do with our culture or our music, or our dances. And next time you are going to make a photograph exhibit of naked women dancing a pole name it as it is, I suggest “SLUTS” that way when people go they are not in shock and appalled like me. Don’t use my country, my culture, my music, my dance as a name or a theme for your nights out at strip clubs.

And Mr. Freddy Ginebra, like I said I’m appalled and embarrassed that you allowed such an exhibit in Casa De Teatro, I have traveled half the world and I have gone to best museums and Galleries in the world and I know what art is, I am sure I understand art that you would never dream of understanding, and I have to say, That exhibit was far from what it was said to be.

To close, I noticed that all the newspapers in Santo Domingo promoted the exhibit and I have to say that Dominicans suffer from a big problem; they praise and support everything from outsiders, instead of doing the same for your/our own people. Don’t give merit to who doesn’t deserve it.

Rita Batista

Forget me not..

Forget me not I am still here

Forget me not swimming in tears

Forget me not don't think im shallow

Forget me not cause I wont follow

Forget me not just keep me high

Forget me not so I can fly

Forget me not because I ache

Forget me not keep me awake

Forget me not I will not stay

Forget me not to be your game

Forget me not and stay with me

Forget me not so I can breath...

You like me, I like you not

Trying to understand the reason why when a person likes me I don't like them and when I like someone they don't like me, is a puzzle that I still don't get, since usually it goes something like this....a person that has interest in meeting me, I simply don't see them, I could be introduced by a friend and the most the person will get out of me is a "Hi nice to meet you", Although I could tell they like me, but in an unconscious way I really don't care. Then comes the times when now that they've met me and have waved at me a few times they can say hi, email, or add me to myspace, me? I'll accept but will not write you, i'll read their email and maybe just maybe i'll write something back that usually says something like "thank you with a happy face :) ". And then I forget you even exist. I swear this is not me being mean or thinking I'm all that cause I'm not. This is just me when I lack interest. I can't help it. And let me tell you that I lack interest very often, and no, I'm am not pickie, There is really no special quality needed for me to like someone, I mean I think mostly I like what everyone likes - funny, honest-good looking-single. Not that difficult. Sometimes I even try to make myself like someone, because they have those qualities and more, but its a connection thing, and not necessarily a connection felt by both sides, If I feel it its enough for me to like you. But if I don't feel that...umm... let's say "click", then trust me when I tell you that you and me will never happen.

Then when the sides are turned, and I'm the one who likes someone, there is always something wrong, mostly they are not single, and I don't do "not single". When I like someone I cannot be second plate. And when I meet someone I like, it kinda goes like this....: I get totally flustered, I become "shy" all of a sudden, yes me shy, can you imagine? ha! I can't stop thinking about that person, I may try once or twice to get their attention and when I don't I give up, because if you don't show intrest in me when I have gone out of my way to get your attention, then that just means you have no interest in me. And this time I force myself NOT to like them. It becomes very difficult but I do. This doesn't really happen very often to me cause I never really like anyone, but when i do. they don't like me, It got me thinking, how they must be going through the same lack of interest that I go through in a daily basis. So, after understanding that life sucks when it comes to relationships I can't help but to ask myself, will I ever find someone I actually like that actually likes me back? Or should I just settle for someone that likes me, that I don't like, and go on and build some kind of something life with them?

Trying new things.

So now I just added my Blogger to my amazing blackberry. And it says I can post from it. So let's see. This could be really cool.
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(¸.·´ (¸.·Rita Batista

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