The madness of this rapidly “socialized” world is wrapping me with its poisonous dew. Getting lost. We are getting lost. Forgetting. Forgetting our nature, our purpose, what really matters. Suddenly, being everything on social media is…everything. Since when? If we’re not making a living out of it, what do we earn from it? I remember…
And this is a Carolina Reaper, which I mixed with my lipstick just before I kiss you. Come here, darling; won’t you have a taste of your own medicine?
For over a year, I have been using my Twitter and Facebook platforms to publish a daily Spanish word or phrase with its English equivalent. I don’t know exactly what audience it reaches, but some friends and strangers have acknowledged my daily post and it seems that they like it. I’m obviously happy to hear…
The dance was only the beginning, they soon learned.
I want a house full of nothing; just a clean wooden bare floor, scented candles and a tall door. I want a house full of nothing; a mirror and music to dance to, red lipstick and perfume when days are blue. I want a house full of nothing; counter lights, clean toilet seat, hot water…
La multitud te aclama: ¡Otra! ¡Otra! Y te quedas ahí, absorbiendo todo. Las miradas. El cariño. Los aplausos—hasta aquellos que aplauden solamente por pura borrachera. Eres dueña del momento. The crowd goes wild: One more! One more! And you just stand there, taking it all in (the moment). The gaze. The affection. The applause—even those…
Puede que las caras que presento no sean siempre de agrado ni mucho menos adecuadas para el mejor momento. A todos brindo mi única cara, pero a los ingratos voy y muestro la que no tiene sentimientos Y así dejarles saber que no es ira lo que siento mas bien, indiferencia; Lo siento si me…
Lately, I find myself overly appreciating everything. Anything may turn into a lovely piece of art, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I’ve learned to look at the positives in the not-so-positive moments, turning them into poetry or a symphony. I’ve learned to appreciate the smallest things. The other day, as I was doing…
I wasn’t always free. The spirit of freedom slowly made its way in, year after year, removing the shame layer by layer, until a bare soul and a mind in the open remained. It made sense; carefree felt and looked better since.
As you walk down the street, flick your hair, move your feet or throw your hands in the air, a work of ART is being based on you. As you work your way up and pave your way through, someone is ROOTING for you. As you do something as simple as being yourself, you’re inspiring…
Sometimes in life we forget to care for things and people that should’ve been under our watchful eye all along. We neglect them. It’s also a very human behavior that, once we realize that something or someone is gone, we want to do anything in our power to get what’s lost back, to start over…