If Your World is Gray Today…
Remember: “It’s always too soon to quit.” A little hope? Have a good day!
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What Was It? – a Poem
The clues were always there, I just never knew how to read. Now trying to solve the mystery I get confused in the mix. Was it the heat of the summer? Perhaps your inquisitive ear? Was it your puppy eyes begging for me to come near? Was it your persistence, the wordless words you spoke?…
Feel the Pain
Put away the meds; I want to feel the pain, may her wish not be in vain. I want to know just how much life is willing to hurt me. Put away the meds.
The Walk-Away
Sometimes, it all comes down to this between a man and a woman. The roles can always be reversed, as well. Who gets life…
Who The Hell Am I – A Poem
This is yet another identity post. I often wonder, you see… “American” is broad, so I won’t go there Dominican by birth, but people don’t care. They think I’m Cubana, sometimes Colombiana Puerto Rican, Brazilian, even Peruana. In my grandpa’s blood, Asian; in my grandma’s, French African for sure; Spain brought in the slaves. “What…
Shackled
Naked and chained, her journey she begins. It’s a long way.
Lethargy
It’s been a tough winter, friends. Hanging in there.
Unintentionally, I Say Goodbye
Pushing people away? It may have a little something to do with the fear of getting hurt. It may have something to do with expectations. In that case, maybe if we stopped expecting everyone to be perfect, we could love and allow to be loved. Love people for who they are, maybe? Sometimes it’s hard…
Winter in Ibiza
Ibiza off-season. The end. No, really, that should be the whole story. Nothing goes on in Ibiza in January — I think this picture was taken around January two years ago. Some bars and restaurants by the beach stay open, but very few people visit. It was a ghost town with just enough tourists to…
Unconventional Ballerina
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. — Friedrich Nietzsche Dance when you’re broken. Helps the soul.
Your Own Experience is What Counts
My mom always says, “Llévate de mí” because “El que se lleva de consejos, muere de viejo.” Okay, bear with me here. Basically, the equivalent to that in English would be “Take my advice” because “He/she who hears no advice will not reach old age.” I know she hates it when I defy (some of)…
Excellent Documentary Coming Soon
The Mask You Live In. Just watched this trailer on the Miss Representation’s Facebook page. Their first film was amazing, and this looks even better! It’s a subject that we really need to attack. Boys need to realize what REALLY makes them a “man”. Can’t wait to watch the whole film!