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I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU by Maru Garcia

I have a job that involves dealing with death on a daily basis…

As such, my concept of -waiting- is almost non-existent. I don't allow myself to do so. I know we are all on life support, we can be disconnected any moment.

I live and love and cry and scream and breathe with the full realization every time that it may be the last time I do.

It is dazzling though, through accepting this daily reality, to recognize that certain things, very special people and unexpected circumstances can suddenly arise and can stop my time, slow my breath down, expand my heart and make me believe for one moment that while it lasts it is forever. 

This is one of those times when my eyes were taken by surprise, my soul smiled and my heart´s walls went down.

Yes, I had been silently waiting.  
And yes, I know the moment can vanish anytime.
Hummingbirds photograph by Rick Mueller
I have been waiting for you
by Maru Garcia

I have been waiting for you.

For a man who is not a watered down male version with perfected edges.
But the untamed wolf swearing at the proud blinding moon.

A man who pulls the tides, who is the inviting sin, the risk, the passion´s sweat.
Yet the calming rain, the humid breeze, the embracing mist.

A man who is not easy but smiles away the deepest ease.
Who knows the cutting truths that kill but walks a truth that heals.

For a man with a salt-watered heart who dares seduce the skies.
The one who has been broken by fate but keeps rolling the dice.

A man who falls in lust with life every each day. 
A man like you.

Yes.  I have been waiting for you.
Hummingbirds by Rick Mueller

Maru Garcia was born and raised in Mexico City. As a kid, she wanted to be invisible when she grew up or work for the circus as a contortionist so she could fit silently in little boxes. She has a degree in Nutrition and believes in veganism as a walking statement of love. She is a very imperfect yogi. Maru loves animals more than anything in the whole wide world, and is a strong advocate for the animals right to just be animals! There is often a doggie or a kitty or a palm tree hidden in her purse on the way to safety. She often gets in trouble for saying exactly what she thinks and feels, no editing, that is her trademark. Maru lives in Playa del Carmen with her 3 dogs, 2 birds and one cat. She does not know yet why she writes. You may contact her on facebook here

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Comments

  1. Line 9 really got to me. Strong yet tender, that's my man of 34 years. Thank you!

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  2. This is what happens... when you're a bull raised by wolves.

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