35mm of laughter

Life is a beautiful thing. Having someone to share it with must be wonderful. This is one of those days in which I wonder... where do I go from here. Ahhhhhh... look at all the lonely people. I heard about someone who was crippled in an accident at age 21. Destined to be lonely, yet struggling and dedicating his life now to help people like him. I guess you find a purpose in life in the middle of all this wondering. Some people are lucky to get to have a family or to share their old days with a cherished one, at least one they can call a friend by their beds. Is this happiness? As I look from the house with no grass I cant help envying the green green pastures in front of me. Is life fair? I guess not... Is there fairness or any balance in the after life? Why some people live outstanding happy lives. Is it their talents? Or is it their luck? And why did they come talented into this world? Are some talents hidden? I guess not. Like they say, either you have it or you don´t. But then again I think about scream therapy. How beautiful Lennon screamed mother, you didn´t want me... I can understand his misery in his early years.

A good thing he didn´t have to carry that weight forever.

I have parents who love me, I may not have much, but that I have, and they are still alive.

But I can be amazed at the phrase I heard from the woman at the tv program, the other day.

"Nobody loved me, like Jesus loved me". She was only loved by Jesus. And that makes me wonder, who am I to demand my life to be better. There are so many like me. Lonely people who live their lives in the arms of The Master. I too will live as strongly as I can, in the arms of my Master King Jesus.

I am not an easy person to be loved. I am grateful for your Love Dear Lord. Sooooooo greatful I could extend my arms and cling to you if I could. I would never let you go from me. Believe me when I tell you, I Love You.

Floating out of Eden.

You on the hill. It´s time to come down.
Lets have something real, and leave your last name behind.

Just running through the fields, en la campiña italiana.

Not for looks cuz I ain´t got any. And you´ve lost yours so... what the heck.
Just lay down together looking at the sky intense.
At an open field where we can shout and not be heard.

Hours going by. Just you and me on a cloud.
Time running out, and we won´t care.