PREHISPANIC COCOON SPA

It starts so mildly,
Then it increases gradually.
Ten minutes later you're in warmth, Which eases all pain from muscles that tire.
Your pores open and you begin to perspire, You relax as aromatic vapors filling the air.
You go back in time, yet you are here.
As the music surrounds you in the temazcal,
You can meditate and just release it all.
That's the beginning of a massage at prehispanico,
And what follows will leave you aglow.
For after a shower your body is quite relaxed,
Then it's stage two - a massage that's the max!
In a room surrounded with music and scent,
Your body is given a treat and you are sent,
Into bliss as your muscles are relaxed by fingers so magical,
That releases your stress, your worries and pain all.
Through a series of techniques to relaxation music,
And a chocolate mask that you'll just want to lick!
Or a Mayan mask facial that leaves you radiant.
So give it a go, give it a chance!
It will be like awaking from a splendid trance!
There is no massage quite like it anywhere,
And the rebirth you feel will be oh so dear.
So welcome to prehiSPAnic cocoon,
Where an hour of treatment will seem to end too soon!
Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2008 Brenda A. Ysaguirre

HAPPY EASTER

JUST REMEMBER

(A Poem for ALL my Students)
When you´re sad and lonely,
When you´re feeling blue,
Just remember one thing,
I´ll be thinking of you.
When friends seem to disappear,
When they seem so few,
Just remember one thing,
I´ll be there for you.
When all is joyfulness,
When all is calm and free,
Just remember one thing,
I your friend will be.
For friends will come,
And friends will go ,
Each and every day.
So just remember one thing,
I am here to stay.
Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2009 Brenda A. Ysaguirre

THERE IS SO MUCH LOVE

There is so much that I do,
There is so much about you.
There is so much unknown,
There is so much we have grown.
There is happiness when you are near,

There is love everywhere.
There is silence in the night,
There is loving in the morning light.
I can only hope that you understand,
That there is a reason you are the man!
I can only show you how much I care,
And hope that you will always be near.
But the wind sings a sad little song,
And the heart tells me that something is wrong.
So I live day by day in fear,
For the love I have for you is so dear.
Brenda A. Ysaguirre Copyright 2008 Brenda A. Ysaguirre

MY FACEBOOK ADDICTION ...A HAIKU

FACEBOOK ADDICTION
YOU KEEP ME UP ALL NIGHT LONG
STOP CONTROLLING ME

WHY IS IT ONLY SOMETIMES

(For abused women everywhere) Sometimes you are so kind,
Sometimes all is fine.
Sometimes I am your queen,
Sometimes your heart just gleams.
Then you turn around and change,
Then you become so out of range.
Then I feel the hurt inside,
Then I feel I´m on a roller coaster ride.
Why is it hard for you submit?
Why is it so difficult for you to fit?
Why must you always turn away?
Why can´t I see the real you every day?
Brenda A. Ysaguirre Copyright 2009 Brenda A. Ysaguirre

GOODBYE WINTER, HELLO SPRING

As beautiful as a new day
As lively as you may.
The Springtime is here once more.
The sunshine is creeping in your door.
Goodbye Winter, hello Spring.
Goodbye sweaters, hello Spring.
Goodbye heaters, hello breeze.
Goodbye Winter, its time for SPRING!
Brenda Ysaguirre copyright March 2015

UNO DE MIS FRASES PARA VOS HOY

"El amor me ha enseñado a querer; La vida me ha enseñado a disfrutar. AMO LA VIDA." (BRENDA A. YSAGUIRRE)

HAPPY ST PATRICK'S DAY

SERA QUE CONOCES A ESTA MUJER

Solicitamos tu ayuda... ésta mujer de aproximadamente 30 años de edad, se encuentra en calidad de desconocida en la cama 112 de terapia intensiva del Hospital General, fue localizada en Rosamorada severamente golpeada y trasladada a Tepic, con traumatismo craneoencefálico severo, fractura de pelvis y golpes en todo su cuerpo... si la identificas o conoces a alguno de sus familiares, por favor comunícate a Derechos Humanos al Tel. 213-89-86 o lada sin costo 01 800 503-77-55. Las imágenes no son agradables, pero por favor comparte, alguno de tus contactos podría ayudar a identificarla... gracias.