The Book is Finally out

Dear Friends,

I know I have been missing in action. I apologize for that but hopefully, I can now progress to blogging once again. Most importantly the book I was writing is completed. Below is the cover. If you click on it you can read more about it on Amazon.Guillermo_Perez_1

Soneto de la Noche

I came across this poem set to music and it made me cry. It is so beautiful. The way the poet expresses his love on the thoughts of his passing to his wife moves the heart. The Eye with teardrop2way it is set to choral music by Morten Lauridsen just moves me to tears. It is an incredible and beautiful work of art. I suggest you find it and listen while you read the lyrics.

The title below links to YouTube. The English translation is below the original.

 

 

Soneta de la Noche

Cuando yo muera quiero tus manos en mis ojos:
quiero la luz y el trigo de tus manos amadas
pasar una vez más sobre mí su frescura:
sentir la suavidad que cambió mi destino.

Quiero que vivas mientras yo, dormido, te espero,
quiero que tus oídos sigan oyendo el viento,
que huelas el aroma del mar que amamos juntos
y que sigas pisando la arena que pisamos.

Quiero que lo que amo siga vivo
y a ti te amé y canté sobre todas las cosas,
por eso sigue tú floreciendo, florida,

para que alcances todo lo que mi amor te ordena,
para que se pasee mi sombra por tu pelo,
para que así conozcan la razón de mi canto.

Pablo Neruda

TRANSLATION

When I die I want your hands on my eyes:
I want the light and the wheat of your beloved hands
to pass their freshness over me one more time
to feel the smoothness that changed my destiny.

I want you to live while I wait for you, asleep,
I want for your ears to go on hearing the wind,
for you to smell the sea that we loved together
and for you to go on walking the sand where we walked.

I want for what I love to go on living
and as for you I loved you and sang you above everything,
for that, go on flowering, flowery one,

so that you reach all that my love orders for you,
so that my shadow passes through your hair,
so that they know by this the reason for my song.

Translation by Nicholas Lauridsen

 

The Decline of Honor and True Love

Woman deserve honor and respect. This post discuss the sad state of modern society’s treatment of women.

I grew up in a time that some often call the sexual revolution. It was a time of anything goes experimentation with sexual encounters. There was a new disregard for any respect for the other person. The goal of the revolution in my mind was nothing unique or new. Why it is called a revolution is beyond me.

The new, so called revolution was not about freedom of expression. It was not about the liberation of inhibitions. It was not about “love”. The truth the new mentality was nothing but the absolute success of the aggressor to be a selfish as possible. It is about persons entering into an arrangement that is devoid of responsibility or regard for the other person. It is about pure and utter selfishness and uniquely grotesque behavior.

The cause of this selfishness derives plainly as the nose on my face from the advent of contraception. This mentality believes in no responsibility in the sexual act of intercourse. They view the act as a form of pleasure seeking. However it is obvious from the simple fact that in the act of intercourse, that is natural, a woman may become pregnant with a living human child. It is not simply for pleasure. But our modern society discounts human life as the Romans had. We have not progressed we have declined to a barbarity not seen in centuries.

The modern mentality now sees human life as a commodity. It does not respect the gift of offspring if not planned. It wants intelligent human beings to believe that the child now living in a woman’s womb is something other than human life. This is absurd and an insult to an intelligent person.
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The selfishness of our society wants to do away with human life as we would an unwanted pest. We want to kill that which we cannot see. Since it is out of sight it is out of mind. We can lie to ourselves but we know it is no other than murder. The ultimate in selfishness is to kill for one’s own pleasure. The destruction of one life for our own goals is clearly the way criminal organizations work.

But this revolution used the guise of Women’s Liberation. Women can now work unencumbered by the male of her species! Interestingly the effect has been the opposite. Men have been liberated from the responsibility of a relationship with the female. He can easily disappear while the woman is now left alone to raise a child or even worse he will use all his evil guile to pressure a woman to kill her child.

Oh, there are woman out there that claim this is liberating and they are proud of having had a child aborted. Yet the truth speaks louder that the evil lies these women profess. There are armies of women who have survived this horror to realize they have wronged their unborn child and their own bodies. Sadly in many cases woman have also died in the process, making it two deaths in the fell swoop of the abortionists propaganda and pressure.

Contraception if looked on rightly is not a successful form of birth control. It often fails and puts men and women in a position they never expected to be in. Even worse is that it is a lie. It is not pleasurable simply because it is an empty act devoid of meaning. It has no love behind it. There is no commitment to one or the other. It is simply put the act of mutual masturbation. It lacks love because the real product of an honest human love is the willingness to receive each others inner being in an act of joining together to create a unique life.

This way of thinking our society has seen it keen to turn our woman into tramps. Our woman young and old are constantly being told they have to sell themselves to the opposite sex to have value. All you have to do is go to any newsstand and read the covers of the woman’s magazines. It is the utmost degradation of the female of our society and one that is now sadly ingrained.

Recently I was speaking to a young man of my acquaintance whom had told me of recent trip he took to Boston with a lady friend. I am no fool and I know that they were of course sharing the same bed. Later the same week he told me he wanted to meet a friend of his. I asked whom would that be? He gave me the name of the same young woman he had traveled to Boston. I was confused, I said “Oh, your girlfriend”. But he denied that she was his girlfriend to the point that it was obvious he did not even value her as a friend, only as a valueless acquaintance. She was simply a tool for his pleasure even though they shared the most intimate of acts. She was his prostitute though she may not realize it. He is simply put, using her to fulfill his sexual needs.

A friend would risk his life for you. A friend would have concern for your well-being. A friend makes sacrifices for the other in any relationship. I have friends both male and female and I care for them all and where ever possible I will go out of my way for them. Most of all I would never deny the relationship I have with any kindred spirit.

I sadly believe woman have been fooled to believe they are better now than their ancestors. The truth is exactly the opposite. Women were held in high regard and with respect. Woman held high and powerful positions. Women and men together raised a society based on real intimate love for one another. They shared their pains and sorrows and came out the other side. Men adored them whether wife, mother, sister or Queen. Mostly men would lay down their lives for their women in the past.

Sadly, now men run from women. They don’t want commitment to a woman and even worse they have no respect. They may smile and make a woman laugh but when he takes her to his bed he is not saying I love you. He is saying thanks for relieving me.

I only wish to end this rant to say I despise our recent history in regards to the human sexual relations and most of all the times I grew up in. I was misled and lied to and in the process it made my life very difficult. If possible I would go back and correct the actions of my youth. Without the ability to do that all I pray is that real women take the lead and put selfish men back in their place. They must change society so that a woman is respected for her mind and skills. So that the males may come to once again respect woman’s honor and his own place again beside a good strong woman.

It Certainly Can be a Wonderful Life

This past Saturday evening we watched the movie, “It’s a Wonderful Life” produced and directed by Frank Capra, in its entirety. I had not watched it since I was a child. I always remembered it was truly a beautiful film but I did not comprehend at the time the message and meaning of the film.

its_a_wonderful_life_movie_posterThis movie is a social commentary on the both the positive and negative of capitalism. On the one hand we have the Bailey’s who run a for profit business that supports the community and cares for its people. On the other we have Mr. Potter the contemptible corrupt character of the movie whose sole purpose is profit and does not care a moment for those less unfortunate than he.

The difference between the two men is clear. No, it is not the economic environment they are working. In fact it is obvious that from the movie the capitalist system when put to good, works for the people of Bedford Falls. Bailey Building and Loan is in the forefront of the success and better way of living for many of the residents such as Mr. Martini an Italian immigrant. Mr. Martini successfully works his way out of the slums, owned and operated by Potter, with the support of the Building and Loan, which is intimated by Mr. and Mrs. Bailey helping him move to his new home.

Mr. Potter on the flipside is envious of every positive event that favors the Building and Loan. Not because they are successful but because they are generous. It is their kindness and charity which he abhors. He looks for every possibility to put them out of business even offering George Bailey a hefty salary and world travel to entice him to leave the organization. But he didn’t take the bait. It wouldn’t be until Potter’s opportunistic theft of a deposit that belonged to the Bailey Bank and Loan that he almost succeeds. This theft almost drove the business into bankruptcy.

But here is the interesting part. Just when George Bailey is about to commit suicide so his family can collect on his life insurance policy the Good Lord speaks to him through an angel. Clarence pointed out to George through his special gifts where real beauty and riches lay. George repents of his foolishness and runs home realizing he was hundreds of times wealthier for the love of his family. Then his patrons and friends from throughout the years come out to support him and beat the evil Mr. Potter’s scheme.

All the time George had been in a fight as we all are. He was in a fight with the Devil personified by Potter. A crueler self-centered and evil demon cannot walk the earth. And when failing to destroy from without he turns his guile towards the private temptation of George Bailey. He tempts him by offering him his wishes and dreams as if there would be no consequence. But George who is a sound moral Christian man sees the offer for what it is; eternal damnation. For surely his soul and his whole being would have been destroyed under the yoke of the evil that is Potter.

This is certainly one of the most beautiful movies ever made for the Christmas season. It speaks of the most important commandment that the baby Jesus arrived on this earth to share with us. “‘Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with thy whole heart, and with thy whole soul, and with thy whole mind.’ This is the greatest and the first commandment. And the second is like it, ‘Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself.’ On these two commandments depend the whole Law and the Prophets.” (Matthew 22:35-40)

The fictional character George Bailey was set before us a Christ like character for our times. He sacrificed his whole life for others, losing his hearing on saving his brother’s life, being beaten when standing up to the error of his superior, and sacrificing his dreams to run the business that he knew the community needed. He did not know all the people but they came to know and love him. This is because when asking Christ in his heart who is my neighbor, he knew the answer and always answered the call for help just like the Good Samaritan.

Any system will not work when it is run by immoral and malevolent men. This means if we are to ever live in peace on this earth we must instill charity and love in the hearts of all people. Only in this way will there ever be equity among all people for the fruits of their labor.

For this movie alone I pray that Mr. Frank Capra is enjoying the riches of heaven. I pray more that people in this world open their minds to the teachings of this film which in the end are derived from the words and teachings our Lord Jesus Christ that will lead to love and peace that can be shared on this earth.

Merry Christmas!

Rachel Weeps at Ramah

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Over two thousand years ago
A king’s greed shocked a nation
Children murdered
To protect his power and wealth

Herod who are you?
How is it that you still live?
Many men of our day make you,
Their god of worship

In their hearts
No life is safe,
Not in a mother’s womb
As they give up their children
For an alleged better life

The babies are cut into pieces
Body parts sold for experiment
The destruction of life
The population of countries

No war has been more heinous
No crime so disgusting
Herod, Hilter…..Satan
The goal being accomplished
By those chosen for destruction

They buy into the lies
That material goods and career
Bring joy in this life
Pure nonsense
It is the bane of wise men

Later they awaken
To the evil in their hearts
What have I done?
Where are my children?
Why am I alone at the end of my days?

Their bodies are a shell
No more attraction in this world
No love to fill that empty space
Herod filled their earth

They saw the many praying
Upon death of the innocents
Weeping for their sins,
Praying for their conversion
To turn away and
Join the world building lives

Rachel is weeping
At Ramah,
At the Unites States of America
At the European Union
At the United Nations
For their children are no more

©Miguel Perez-Santalla

A Soul Apart – In Loving Memory of Karina Acosta

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This poem was written on the news of the death of the young and beautiful Karina Acosta a few years ago. She gave birth to her son in New York City and unfortunately for this world had contracted an infection while in the hospital and died a few shorts day later. She was a professional in the precious metals industry and was working at Mitsui Precious Metals at the time. She was a member of the IPMI and her name is never forgotten. I wish I had a picture of her to include with this to share with the readers. I hope for the readers that somehow the poem imparts the force of presence that was this young woman’s smile and personality.

I knew her,
Too few years
Yet my heart
Is filled with tears

News of her passing
Shall take its toll
On those she touched
With her beautiful soul

Always smiling
A beautiful face
She brought happiness
To any place

From Metro Mexico
She did come
To New York City
She brought the sun

At Peñoles and Mitsui
She was hired
Her gracious presence
Raised them higher

The precious metals
Were her care
They now lose their luster
Without her there

A family’s love
Is left behind
Also left,
Hundreds of friendships
Which she did mine

Before she went
She left a present
Alonso, a beautiful son
Her loving intent

A word,
That comes to mind
In thinking of her
Is love divine

Her loving grace
She gave to fill our hearts
Where it hurts,
Bring it in to mend
The tearing part

Dear Karina
You left us too fast
But you’ve touched us all
A true blessing

That will never pass

(C) G. Miguel Perez-Santalla

Heaven’s Right

Heaven’s Right

Gazing at the ocean

A rhythm of sounds

Waves crash without caution

Miracles abound

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Creatures in the water

Birds cruising in the air

Man uses its contraptions

To get near there

Like the gift of flight

Given to the gulls

Men are given thought

As wind to lift our souls

If we sometimes fail

To use it to take flight

Let’s not blame our maker

He has given us our might

Instead look to the heavens

Listening for what is right

Its awe filling presence will fill us

With His merciful love each night

©Miguel Perez-Santalla

A Couple of My Favorite Chesterton Quotes

G.K. Chesterton“According to most philosophers, God in making the world enslaved it. According to Christianity, in making it, He set it free. God had written, not so much a poem, but rather a play; a play he had planned as perfect, but which had necessarily been left to human actors and stage-managers, who had since made a great mess of it.”
G.K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy

“An abyss of light”

There is at the back of all our lives an abyss of light, more blinding and unfathomable than any abyss of darkness; and it is the abyss of actuality, of existence, of the fact that things truly are, and that we ourselves are incredibly and sometimes almost incredulously real. It is the fundamental fact of being, as against not being; it is unthinkable, yet we cannot unthink it, though we may sometimes be unthinking about it; unthinking and especially unthanking. For he who has realized this reality knows that it does outweigh, literally to infinity, all lesser regrets or arguments for negation, and that under all our grumblings there is a subconscious substance of gratitude. That light of the positive is the business of the poets, because they see all things in the light of it more than do other men. Chaucer was a child of light and not merely of twilight, the mere red twilight of one passing dawn of revolution, or the grey twilight of one dying day of social decline. He was the immediate heir of something like what Catholics call the Primitive Revelation; that glimpse that was given of the world when God saw that it was good; and so long as the artist gives us glimpses of that, it matters nothing that they are fragmentary or even trivial; whether it be in the mere fact that a medieval Court poet could appreciate a daisy, or that he could write, in a sort of flash of blinding moonshine, of the lover who “slept no more than does the nightingale”. These things belong to the same world of wonder as the primary wonder at the very existence of the world; higher than any common pros and cons, or likes and dislikes, however legitimate. Creation was the greatest of all Revolutions. It was for that, as the ancient poet said, that the morning stars sang together; and the most modern poets, like the medieval poets, may descend very far from that height of realization and stray and stumble and seem distraught; but we shall know them for the Sons of God, when they are still shouting for joy. This is something much more mystical and absolute than any modern thing that is called optimism; for it is only rarely that we realize, like a vision of the heavens filled with a chorus of giants, the primeval duty of Praise.

G.K. Chesterton— Chaucer (1932).

One of the most beautiful things I have ever read

In an email exchange today I asked a friend who retired two years ago how he was doing. below was his response and it was absolutely beautiful.

 

Hand in handI’m loving retirement. I learned to play tennis and get to play golf a lot more too. And I walk 6 miles per day. I’m in the best shape of my life. But the best part is I get to spend everyday with my wife after 30+ years of travelling most of the time. We were both a little nervous about that but it’s really worked out wonderfully. She was my best friend and now she is again. I’m a lucky guy. 

Reason to Rejoice

Hidden pondI was walking on a trail in the Watchung Reservation with my three dogs. It was a hot day and this is the best time to go into the woods were the temperature is typically 10 to 20 degrees cooler. There were very few people in the woods, most likely because a Saturday in August draws people to beaches and pools. It was a pleasure and though we did see others in the woods it was very quiet and I felt very isolated.

I sat for a few moments to give the dogs a rest and to watch and listen to nature unveil itself around me. I sat on a log and I was able to spot some deer about a tenth of a mile away. I also spotted a woodpecker. Later while walking I would see some other birds but most are skittish and once they hear me they move so fast I can’t identify them.

Still as we walked through the woods I couldn’t help but wonder how many persons walked through here. I thought back to the times of George Washington and his men and how they probably passed through here on the way to the battle of Union. I thought about the local Indians and how this was their stomping grounds.Then I looked at all the tress that lovers and travelers carved their initials on.

So many people have passed through here. Some may have thought themselves important. But nature always brings you back to reality as the awesomeness raises my own awareness of my mortality and lack of importance. I am humbled as I walk among the trees many that may be as much as one hundred or more years old.

It dawned on me. Life is a gift and the short time we are here we need to appreciate and use to the best of our abilities. By working towards the greater good with a true love for life and the life of all around us we become a very important part of the life of the world. We become givers of life to the next generation and to those that live around us. Now that is an important function and responsibility.

We all have a responsibility to live to our fullest. That is the gift we call life. So I left the woods feeling invigorated and joyful.

I wish all my walks were as productive!

Have a great life!

Miguel Perez-Santalla