Tu eres la persona que me complementa ,un dia horrible puede cambiar a increible si solo me pidieras un favor por messeger ,como es posible que con un solo mensaje me puedas alegrar tanto , y en las madrugadas cuando me despierto exaltada solo pienso en ti, en tus abrazos ,tus besos, tus caricias y todo se soluciona

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Me sentí solo cuando llegué a casa y nadie me esperaba. Me sentí solo cuando quise saber de ti, y no tenías tiempo. Me sentí solo en el salón de clases cuando todos reían y lo único que hacía era ver por la ventana. Me sentí solo cuando me fue bien en aquella materia que siempre se me dificultó tanto y no tuve a quien contárselo. Me sentí solo cuando quise decir lo que sentía y las palabras no salían por mi boca. Me sentí solo tanto tiempo, hasta que un día dejé de sentir.

Alex García.

In many parts of the world, today is Mother’s Day: the day we honor our mothers for being our loving caretakers in childhood, our guidance in adulthood, our first teacher, our first Goddess. For some, this means a biological mother, for others an adoptive mother and for the rest, a mother-like figure. 

There is a saying in Hinduism: Matri Devo Bhava: mother is God.

Often we take advantage of her love for us and forget to give thanks and reverence. How many times per day or week do we praise Devi, saying ‘Jai Maa!’, ‘Jai Mata Di!’ or other variations of praise to Her? But how often do we praise our Earthly mother? Those among us that have left her house and gone off on our own no longer feel obligated to even talk to her besides on special occassions such as today. Sometimes we treat God in this way, too. We have left the mandir, no murti or sacred image is in sight, so why should we praise? However, as many times as we forget to pray, we still know He and She is everywhere, hears us, watches over us and knows we are safe. Our mother doesn’t. Though as Goddess-like as she may seem, she doesn’t possess the omnipresence or immortality of Bhagvan. As much as she would like to watch over your every move and stay with you throughout your entire life, she cannot. Let’s not treat our mothers as we admittedly sometimes treat God.

“There is no shelter like the mother. There is no refuge like the mother. There is no defense like the mother. There is no one so dear as the mother… There is no mode of life that is superior to serving one’s mother.” - The Mahabharata

Bow and arrow floral composition tattoo on the bicep. Tattoo artist: Pis Saro

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Soy de esos que le es fiel a alguien desde que le comienza a gustar.

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