Fire of the Lord

Light crosses my mind and the dreams
veils are thrown down,
the rivers flow slowly to the sea and
take my memories of the eve.

What dear Father is this fire
that burns in my veins,
this swift wind
that expands my chest,
this little dizziness of
deep happiness,
tumbling around
my soul walls...

Your fire is sweet,
and deep hot chocolate
abysm of peace,
your fire my Lord
is the water in my veins,
the salt in my skin,
the perfect moment
when I see you peaking on me.

Your fire my Lord
 puts a smile in my face,
small wrinkles in my eyes,
an abysm of love in my chest.

Your fire my Lord
is seen your face
with eyes that do not see,
listen to your voice
with ears that don`t hear
is feeling your love
with all my being.

© Irina Cevallos

Yo me quiero feliz

La Felicidad es la culpable de mis penas,
nos la pintan perfecta y sin arrugas,
con fortaleza y sonrisa amplia,
sin problemas y con tu mirada.

Pero en realidad, nos llena de amarguras,
nos arrastra por pantanos de tristeza,
nos hace llorar lágrimas de angustia,
debilita nuestra fe y rompe nuestros
labios con dolorosos sollozos.

La felicidad que se supone libertad,
que se supone alegría,
que te cuida en la enfermedad y
te ampara en la vejez, nadie te la da.

No esperes a que tus retoños crezcan,
no esperes a cosechar fortunas,
no esperes a pagar las deudas,
no esperes  por nadie, ni por nada.

Porque cuando los retoños crezcan
igual se sentirán mal,
cuando tengas fortuna,
no tendrás fuerza para usarla,
cuando no tengas deudas,
no tendrás motivo para esforzarte,
cuando no tengas por quien, ni porque esperar
el tiempo habrá pasado y la oportunidad también.

Se feliz ahora, levanta el vuelo,
si nunca hiciste nada por ti,
si siempre haces lo que hace feliz a otros,
no los cargues  con la responsabilidad
de tu felicidad.

Yo me quiero feliz, sonriente,
ilusionada, valiente, desencadenada,
ligera de equipaje,
alzando la mirada al cielo,
diciendo gracias Dios:
"me bendices desde siempre y para siempre".

© Irina Cevallos Vega

Waking up together /Amanecer juntos

I feel you here, in me;

you, in my dreams, in my things.

Your eyes make me sweet,

make me honey

and swiftly you feel me, with you;

as water and lilies,

as harvest and flowers.

The morning intoxicate us

in exciting dreams

of heat and deep love,

they make me fly

and take me from here to you.

There is no exhaustion,...

pain is unimaginable...

and the only thing I can

think of, between you and

me is understanding.

But humans as we are,

we are taken by the morning scent

that consummates us

in ecstasy of light and love.

Amanecer juntos

Te siento aquí en mí;
en mis sueños y en mis cosas.
Tus ojos me endulzan, me mielan
y con rápidos movimientos
me sientes contigo;
como agua y lirio,
como mies y flor.

La mañana nos abriga
en sueños excitantes
de calor y amor profundo,
que me hacen volar
y me llevan de aquí a allá.

El cansancio no existe,
el dolor es inimaginable
y en lo único que puedo pensar,
entre tú y yo es comprensión.

Y humanos como somos,
nos dejamos llevar
por los aromas de la mañana
que nos fulminan en un éxtasis
de luz y amor.

Run to Him

The morning´s fresh air blows my hair,
the crickets mating ritual sweetens the air,
the clash against the asphalt,
resonates in the early day.

My hearth sings to my Savior,
the air flows with his Holy Spirit,
my heart full of Love, sings to Him
his pumping song.

My eyes devour the breaking of dawn,
the last stars say good bye with
a tinkling eye,
new life, new light, new beginnings,
this, my new day,
is His everlasting love.

Sweating, and aching,
my body reaches beyond muscle,
bone, and blood,
I can fall any time and any moment,
but His presence of love calls me,
and His open arms await for me,
"run to His feet, run to His cross"
my soul cries from below.

Nothing can stop my beating heart,
nothing can stop my running to Him.

Quien como Dios

!Quien como Dios para amar¡,
!quien como Dios para cuidar¡,
!quien como Dios para sanar¡,
!quien como Dios para salvar¡.

!Quien como Dios, quien como Dios
quien como Dios para cuidar¡

!Quien como Dios para abrazar¡,
!quien como Dios para abrigar¡,
!quien como Dios para besar¡,
!quien como Dios para sanar¡.

!Quien como Dios, quien como Dios
quien como Dios para cuidar!

Palabritas

Evolving

Sometimes it's easy
to look in the eye of the storm,
let it be and be strong.

Sometimes it is easier
to lie down and
cozily drown.

Sometimes it's easy
to stand against the winds
and let the tears fall.

Sometimes it's easier
to pick up the pieces
and burnt them all.

Some things are easy
to forgive
and some others
are better to forget.

Everything changes,
nothing remains,
life goes on,
the spirit moves on.

Su respiro = His breath

Las aguas reposan y transmutan,

ya no son olas feroces,

ni chispas arrebatadas,

son alas dormidas con

cansancio en las venas.

Un rayo de luz, corta la noche,

abre los cielos, despierta las aves,

alimenta mi cuerpo y me trae a la vida.

Es el minuto cero, cuando estoy entre

Morfeo y Helios, cuando siento la vida

que es fuego en mi sangre,

es el segundo perfecto cuando Dios me

bendice con una gota de Espíritu. 

Y aunque cada día ocurre lo mismo,

no dejo de sentir la bendición,...el asombro,  

de que me quiera tanto, me llame suya 

y me de un día más bajo su manto.

The still waters change,

ferocious waves no more,

excited drops no more,

sleepy wings

with laziness in the veins.

A ray of light cuts the night,

open up the skies, wakes the birds,

feeds my body and brings me to life.

It is minute zero, in between

Morpheus and Helios, when I feel life

that is fire in my blood,

It is the perfect second, when God 

blesses me with a drop of Spirit. 

Although everyday is the same,

I can´t stop feeling the blessing,

the awe of being loved such,

being called His, and given  the present of another day under His wing.

Roads

Sweet wind flowing among the leaves,
sunrays crossing from sky to earth,
the musky smell of forest around,
heaven in earth must be  like this.

The spirit inhales peace
 and reaches for the sky,
attempts the impossible,
and fully rewarded is.

Though the road winds ahead,
the horizon expands nonetheless,
though the end is clear,
hope never fades.

The roads are decisions,
you take them, you forget them,
but they are yours to behold and survive.

© Irina Cevallos

Still standing

The breeze is running among the leaves,
lifting up the memories of past trees,
every step leaving a  shadow in the street.

Deep in the heart of earth,
a thunderous voice erupts and calls,
screams and cries.
the creatures above fly, escape, run.

But those with out wings, without fins,
without ears, without voice,
fall in the deepest dream and rest their soul.

Picking up the pieces of our lives,
the still standing wander by the land,
the still standing cry our loss and bury the past.

The breeze is running among us,
the still standing memories of the past,
every step forward, to never give up.