He Luchado Con Mi Bilinguismo/ I've struggled with my Bilingualism

From this day this blog is going to be broken into two. No. Not close. This blog will remain. I will still use it, but exclusively to the times when I want to translate something. I have to confess that it became a lot of work for me having to translate everything I wrote or feeling as if I had to. Well, I really wanted to, but it became too much. Especially now that I'm taking so many classes and I'm really focused on my career and education. There's not a lot of time for blogging. But yes, this space remains. But now there will be two more, so really, there is is gaining for everyone. Just go to your preferred language. I hope you guys enjoy them!
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De este dia en adelante este blog sera partido en dos. No. No sera cerrado. Este blog continuara. Aun lo seguire usando pero exclusivamente a las ocasiones en las que quiera traducir algo. Debo confesar que se convirtio en mucho trabajo el tener que traducir todo lo que escribia, o al menos, sentia como si deberia hacerlo. Bueno, la verdad es que deseaba hacerlo, pero se convirtio en mucho trabajo. Ahora estoy tomando demasiadas clases en la universidad y estoy realmente enfocada en mis estudios y carrera. No hay mucho tiempo para bloguear. Pero si, este espacio continua. Ahora habran dos, asi que realmente es ganancia para todos. Solo ve a tu idioma de preferencia. Espero que los disfruten!


ENGLISH/ESPANOL

The Drafts below, Entradas mas abajo

Todos estos han sido guardados por algun tiempo y aun estan sujetos a cambios, incluyendo esto post. Revisen mas luego. Gracias!

All these have been saved for a while and are subject to changes including this post. Check back later. Thank you!

Draft from February 6th, 2010

Draft from December 1st, 2009

Creo que me di cuenta hoy sobre la razon por la que amamos las cosas. Amamos las cosas porque o alguien nos las inspiro o hemos tenido una encuentro intimo y profundo con aquella cosa que amamos. Aveces podemos amar las cosas en un nivel muy superficial, por ejemplo, yo amo las artes escenicas, pero las amo porque me gusta hacerlo, me siento bien mientras lo hago, pero nunca podria vivir la vida de una persona que vive de esto. No estoy dispuesta a trabajar en cada detalle y aprender cosas religiosamente con el fin de que algo resulte de cierta forma, para cosechar ciertos beneficios. Creo que esto tambien debe ser parte de lo que fue inspirado o aprendido.


I think I realized today the reason why we love things. We love things because either somebody instilled that in us or we have had a very deep and personal encounter with that which we love. Sometimes we can love things in a very superficial level, for example, I love performing arts, but I like to perform because I like it; I feel good while I do it. But I could never live the life of a performer. I am not willing to work on every detail and to learn things religiously in order for something to come out a certain way, to reap a certain benefit. I think that that too should be part of what was either instilled or learnt with such an intimate strength that it all becomes a part of performing. But, when someone loves something in an intimate way, there is no possible way that someone else could understand or experience that which that person loves, it could not even have to be the same kind of love that everyone has for the apparent same thing. For example, you could say that I love the mind, and yes, I do, but it began with my mind, with analyzing every thought and pattern, what was good and not good about it, what was sane and what was insane. So, why do we love things? Does everyone else have to love in the same way we love? Does everyone else have to feel the way we feel? I have learnt to love my own way, and to throw away any system that wants to make me love the way they love. I love my own way, my own crazy way, so if I love theater that does not mean that I belong solely to the theater and that I have to do everything possible to be that. I love everything I love in the way that I love it. It may be parts of it. It may only really be bits, but never tell me I dont love it, because maybe, just maybe, those bits may speak to me much more than the whole picture speaks to everyone else.

Always love life, every single part that speaks to your life and that could benefit your life and the life of humanity.....

Draft from October, 2009

Cada pensamiento que borras son planetas que nos separan aun mas lejos, perdidos por siempre en palabras eternas que no hemos enunciado; de labios, deseando hablar, con palabras, con lenguas, con besos. Tus pensamientos son caricias que nunca se le han permitido acariciar.
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Every thought you erase are planets that separate us even farther, forever lost in the endless words we have not spoken, from lips, longing to speak, with words, with tongues, with kisses. Your words are more caresses that are never allowed to caress.

Draft del 24 de Octubre, 2009

Una vez hace no muy poco existian unos muros altos y fuertes.
Ellos se mostraban por toda una ciudad, queriendo ser admirados,
provocando a todo aquel que si quiera pensara en traspasar,
en encontrar su vulnerabilidad,
en querer traspasarlos.

Nadie se atrevia.
Pasaban hombres fuertes y decian: yo puedo.
Los golpes de aquellos hombres
eran como cosquillas a esos muros,
se burlaban, pero tambien se entristecian.
Ellos estaban solos, tristes, sin compania,
sin saber lo que era el amor,
sin dejar caer sus hombros ni una sola vez.

Entonces un dia paso un caballero.
Este caballero se veia flaco, triste,
sin mucho que decir, sin pretender ser lo que no era.
Se sento frente al muro y empezo a contar su vida.
El muro solo decia: se fuerte. Tienes que ser fuerte.
Era todo lo que el muro sabia. Era todo lo que conocia.
El muro habia a aprendido a vivir con dureza,
callando todo, soportando, alejando a todo el mundo,
y llorando por dentro, sin dejar ver a nadie.

Y de esta manera, el muro empezo una amistad con este caballero.
El muro lo adopto como a un hijo
y le aconsejo. Le hizo cuentos, hasta chistes.
Y aquel caballero disfrutaba cada vez mas aquellas horas junto al muro.
El muro era bastante calculador.
Penso que esa amistad se quedaria de esa manera,
que algun dia aquel caballero se marcharia y sus vidas continuarian igual.

Un dia, el caballero le pregunto al muro: Como te sientes?
Y el muro primero se sorprendio,
despues penso en la respuesta,
se confundio, se quedo mudo, no supo como reaccionar.
El caballero se percato de aquel evento.
Se dio cuenta d elo mucho que habia sufrido por dentro este muro.
Le ofrecio nada mas que una caricia,
y el muro comenzo a romperse.

Nadie estuvo alli.
Nadie supo lo que sucedio.
Nadie se dio cuenta de lo que habia sucedido.

Draft from September 15th, 2009

Today I write you something beautiful. Something that exhales pulchritude, something colorless, something blind, perhaps something full, infinite, without questions or answers, without explanation. Today, I give you this, because no matter how much I wish I couldnt write it, or think it or feel it, it has overpowered every single intent, and taken over. This thing loves you, caresses you, desires you and wishes more than anything to sing sweet nothings or everythings in your ears. This beautiful thing yearns to hug you, call you it's own and bless you, embrace you and paint your beautifulness. This beautiful thing today wants to touch and let go, to miss you, and miss you, and have you all over again. This thing wants the impossible and unimaginable superpowered event of having you, of mothering you, of womaning you. This thing intends to exault you, and adore you, to convince you and smile you. The everything wants to be your everything, the hands want to touch your hands. The lips want to to speak with the upper, then the bottom, then the opening, then the tongue, and the rivers that unite this magical, impossible tale. Today, I want to write you something beautiful, perhaps something passionate, something too much to bear, something that breaths..... and lets out, and cannot control the thoughts, the impulses. Today, the beautiful makes you it's beautiful, the love makes you it's love, the pain makes you it's pain. I wish I had you....

Dear Soulmate, Draft from August 12th, 2009

Every happy day is a hard day for me. I can only think of the time when I can share my life with you. I don't spoil many people and it's been a while since I let someone spoil me. I wish so bad that you were here. I wish so bad to make you laugh, to kiss you, hug you, make fun of you, fight with you, make up with you... I wish I could write you all of these poems that I keep wanting to write, but I can't, because I feel like I'm betraying you somehow. I don't. I don't know you. I just know that you are alive somewhere and that you belong to me. I'm not like every other woman and I can't settle just for a good man. I need you. I need you to hold me and love me. I need you to challenge me and disagree with me. I need you to love me for who I am, not for an idea of who you want me to be, but for who I really am. I can't wait to have you in my life and share amazing moments. I want to offer you all of me and treat you like a king. I want us to make each other happy. I want to make love to you. I want to unleash all of the woman that I am, but just to you and only you. I'm waiting for you. I already feel like I love you. Maybe because I know how much I will. But I'm tired. I'm tired of dramatic and painful relationships, and I'm tired of shallow and circumstancial relationships. You know who I am, right? You know I'm not perfect right? You know I'm wonderfully imperfect, right? Please come to my arms, they ache with nothingness, emptiness, purposeless. They long to hold you.

Mis Pinturas/My Paintings

I'm not a painter but this the way I have been expressing my feelings lately.
No soy pintora pero de esta manera he estado expresando mis sentimientos ultimamente.

Fast

Growing Pains

Too Small

Exploding

Epiphany

No. I'm not in love with words. I'm in love with the manner in which words are said. I'm in love with the sounds, the tones, the voice, the breath that could be identified before each pause. I'm in love with the meaning behind the words. I'm in love with the motives. I'm in love with the way in which they are perceived. I'm in love with the voices that bring them to life and the hands that create their images. I like the way they look, the way they can make people feel and think and be.

No. I'm not in love with words. Not with them particularly. I'm in love with everything about them.

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No. No estoy enamorada de las palabras. Estoy enamorada de la manera en la que las palabras son enunciadas. Estoy enamorada de los sonidos, los tonos, la voz, el suspiro que se identifica entre cada pausa. Estoy enamorada del significado detrás de las palabras. Estoy enamorada de los motivos. Estoy enamorada de la manera en que son percibidas. Estoy enamorada de las voces que les dan vida y las manos que crean sus imágenes. Me gusta como se ven, como hacen a la gente sentir y pensar y ser.

No. No estoy enamorada de las palabras. No particualrmente de ellas. Estoy enamorada de todo sobre ellas.

Saona Island, Dominican Republic

300 people live in Saona Island without electricity or mineral water. It is a beautiful place to go and enjoy. I am glad that I discovered it is this year's trip to my country.

300 personas viven en la Isla Saona sin electricidad o agua potable. Es un lugar maravilloso para visitar y disfrutar. Estoy contenta de haberla descubierto en el viaje de este año a mi país.

Algunas Cosas

Isla Saona, Bayahíbe, República Dominicana

Existen tesoros que no conoces que te harán recordar que la vida está llena de sorpresas esperando ser descubiertas por tí. Búscalas. Será sensacionalmente diferente.

Some Things

My family, New Year's Eve, Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic

"Happiness is only real when shared"

-Christopher Mccandless

Recuerda/Remember

In 2010 remember to live first and blog second. Later friends!

En el 2010 recuerda vivir primero y bloguear de segundo. Hasta luego amigos!

See You Next Year!!! Nos Vemos El Próximo Año!!!!

Les deseo mucha prosperidad y bendiciones. Este nuevo 2010 los celebro en la tierra que me vió nacer. Nos vemos el próximo!!!

I wish you much prosperity and blessings. This new 2010 I will celebrate in the land that birthed me. See you in the next one!!!

Pensamientos

No matter how many times it has been said, is said or will be said that we are not our thoughts, I can safely say that I am. I am my thoughts. I am my feelings. I am my life.
I
AM.

If I see, I think of what I see. If I feel, I think of what I feel, and I breath in deep with the realization whispered unto myself: I am alive....

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No importa cuántas veces ha sido dicho, es dicho o será dicho que no somos nuestros pensamientos, puedo decir con seguridad que lo soy. Soy mis pensamientos. Soy mis sentimientos. Soy mi vida.
YO
SOY.

Si veo, pienso en lo que veo. Si siento, pienso en lo que siento, y respiro bien hondo con el descubrimiento susurrado a mi misma: Estoy viva....

La Razón De Mi Ausencia Es Mi Secreto/The Reason For My Absence Is My Secret

Josh y Anel se han marchado a Pluto, y ni siquiera es una planeta ya; es lo que nadie sabe nombrar. Es un todo sin nombre.

Josh and Anel have gone away to Pluto, and it's not even a planet anymore; it's what no one knows how to call. It's a nameless everything.

Important

Marianny y Anel, Ferry, NYC, August 2008

Today I just read a post from my best friend's blog that made me really concerned because I knew that she had this disease called Trichotillomania, but I didn't understand how bad it was. Trichotillomania is an Obsessive Compulsive disease in which the person pulls out their hair due to stress, despression, boredom and other motives. The most common is pulling from the head and least common is the eyelashes or any other hair from the body. I would like anyone out there who knows anything about this to please provide information because there is no cure known for this disease. Here I leave you with a link to my best friend's blog, Living With Myself.

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Hoy acabo de leer una entrada que escribió mi mejor amiga que me precupó mucho porque sabía que ella tenía esta enfermadad llamada Tricotilomanía, pero no conocía la gravedad de su condición. Tricotilomanía es una una enfermedad obsesiva compulsiva en la que la persona se saca el pelo a causa de estrés, depresión, aburrimiento y otros motivos. El más común es halarse los pelos de la cabeza y el menos común es halarse las pestañas o cualquier otra parte del cuerpo. Quisiera que cualquiera que sepa algo sobre esto por favor provea información porque no existe cura conocida para esta enfermedad. Aquí les dejo un enlace del blog de mi amiga, Living With Myself.

Al final, lo importante es estar felíz!

Aveces realmente no sé qué escribir porque lo que realmente quiero decir es muy privado para publicarlo aquí. Pero mi corazón está contento. Deben saber que estoy bastante atariada con la universidad. Estas han sido las semanas de exámenes y eso puede volver a algunas personas locas. Yo hago lo que tengo que hacer, doy lo mejor de mí, no pienso mucho en el asunto y vivo mi vida. Mi corazón está 100% contento. No podría estar mejor! Estoy cansada y con sueño, pero mejor que nunca, más saludable que nunca, más felíz que nunca. Aveces una sola cosa.....o una sola persona puede hacer la diferencia entre aspirar a ser la mejor y realmente estar dispuesta a pasar cualquier dificultad con tal de ser la mejor. Le deseo a todos muchas bendiciones y mucho amor.

No se olviden de dar, lo que quieran recibir!

Dad, y se os dará; medida buena, apretada, remecida y rebosando darán en vuestro regazo; porque con la misma medida con que medís, os volverán a medir.
Lucas 6:38

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Sometimes I just dont really know what to write because what I really want to say might be too private to publish it here. But my heart is content. You should all know that I'm super busy with school. These have been the weeks of midterms and they can drive some people crazy. I do what I need to do, give my best, don't think too much about it and live my life. My heart is 100% content. I couldn't be better! I'm tired and sleepy, but better than ever, healthier than ever, happier than ever. Sometimes just one more thing.......or one more person in our lives can make the difference between aspiring to be the best, and actually be willing to go through anything to be the best. I wish you all many blessings and I wish you all much love.

Do not ever forget to give, what you would like to receive!

Give, and it will be given to you: good measure, pressed down, shaken together, and running over will be put into your bosom. For with the same measure that you use, it will be measured back to you.
Luke 6:38

Rather Than A Poem, A Confession

The way that I love you is in many ways like water.
My love is pure and refreshing.
My love is violent and can sweep anything away in order to get everywhere.
My love can be like an iceberg and can also burn way below its boiling point.

My love for you is like a fruit,
like a million kisses,
like sugar was made out of it,
like candy companies would go out of business
if you were willing to sell your kisses.

My love for you is like words,
they sneak into every part of life,
they define things and explain things,
they make me fly and bring me down.
My love is written in every word of every book in the whole world.

My love for you is both an ocean and a desert.
You leave me breathless and you are my air all at the same time.
You light my days and darken my nights.
I love you both sweet and sour.
I love you both hot and cold.
I love you when I don't want to love you,
and I love you inexplicably when I want to as well.

My love is like a poem that can't be written.
There are no rules, no rhymes,
no hyperboles, metaphors, allegories that could ever be enough.
I would love you if the word love didn't exist.
I would use anything to describe it and it wouldn't be enough.

You are all and nothing in different ways.
You are mine and someone else's in different moments.
All I have is this love,
that bursts with its mightiness
and burns with a passion that cannot quite be called passion.

I love you like there is no future,
like if I was waiting for us to part every minute of every day,
like if I had to love you this much,
with this intensity, because I wouldn't know if you'll be there
the next millisecond.
I love you without intention.
Wishing not to love you is loving you more.
Wishing to leave you is getting closer.

I love you
because without effort
you tore down
everything I thought made me strong.

I love you so much that sometimes I laugh and sometimes I cry.
I love you so much that sometimes my heart moves with an uncontrollable laugh.
I love you so much that sometimes my heart hurts like a bullet just entered,
warmed it up and produced nothing more but a terrible pang.

I love you like the word love is not enough.
Te amo con palabras y sin versos.
I don't need words to love you, but I have nothing else to express it.
I don't need anything else to love you,
but I want more.

I am trying to find the place where this love would fit.
The only thing I've known in my life bigger than this love is God,
and baby, that's pretty big.
So to tell you that I love you right second to God,
is telling you in a few words
that I'll never love another man in my whole life, but you....

T E

A M O

Ave O Ser Humano/Human Being Or Bird

Señores!!!!!!!!!

Qué es lo que tiene el amor que nos hace volar tan pero tan alto a tal punto que nuestra existencia se contradice entre ser humano y ave???

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People!!!!!!!!!!!

What is it about love that makes us fly so sooooo high to the point that we confuse our existence between being a human being and a bird???

Volemos/Let's Fly

El mundo es tuyo y mío.
Vamos a volar.
Ya para qué pretender que este amor no nos tiene en el aire?

Necesito volar tomada de tu mano,
porque para qué volar si no estás conmigo?

Volemos.
Ahora.
Sin miedo.
Porque si lo hacemos juntos no nos caeremos.
Pero si volamos separados, nuestra caída será fatal,
y caeremos lejos el uno del otro,
y nuestras manos no podrán sanar las heridas mutuas.

Hombre mío.
Testarudo.
Volemos.

El cielo nos espera,
se ha vestido de azul celeste,
las nubes nos han ofrecido un viaje a la luna
y el sol nos está quemando con rayos dulces.

No nos queda más que hacer que volar,
y olvidar cuán gris fue ayer nuestro cielo.
Dibujaremos millones de estrellas en el cielo,
porque las que ya existen no son suficientes
para expresar cuánto nos amamos.

Ya mis palabras han perdido la verguenza,
y a cada instante pretenden enamorarte más.
Aveces con un Te Amo,
un poema, una historia, un chiste.
Ya no saben hablar de otro tema que no sea de tí.

Volemos,
inventemonos palabras nuevas, caricias nuevas
y hagamos todo nuestro mundo perfecto,
semejante a nuestro amor.

Entonces, amor mío, me acompañas en este vuelo?

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The world is ours.
Let's fly.
Why pretend that this love doesn't already have us in the air?

I need to fly holding your hand,
why would I fly, then, if you're not with me?

Let's fly.
Now.
Fearless.
Because if we do it together, we won't fall.
But if we fly separately, our fall will be fatal,
and we will land away from each other,
unable to let each other's hands heal our wounds.

Man of mine.
Stubborn.
Let's fly.

The sky awaits us.
It has dressed itself for us in light blue,
the clouds have offered us a ride to the moon
and the sun burns us with sweet rays.

We have no other choice but to fly.
And forget the gray of yesterday's sky.
We will paint millions of stars above,
because the ones that already exist
are not enough to tell how much we love each other.

My words have no shame,
and they pretend to romance you more everyday.
Sometimes with an I Love You,
a poem, a story, a joke.
They wish to speak of nothing else but you.

Let's fly.
Let's create new words and new ways to caress.
Let's make our whole world perfect,
similar to our love.

So, then, my love, will you join me in this flight?

Little Things/Las Cosas Pequeñas

Link: Little Things

Al final del día son las cosas pequeñas las que nos mantienen conectados. Siempre debemos mirar nuestras vidas de la manera más positiva posible. Debemos de buscar de Dios o cualquier metodo de espiritualidad que funcione con cada persona. En este blog no hablo mucho sobre mis creencias porque es bastante personal para mí. Pero quisiera aclarar que por más fuerte que sean mis creencias no podría privar a una persona de cualquier método espiritual que lo haga vivir una vida más balanceada. Al final del día, cada quien cree lo que quiere creer y vive como quiere vivir. Pero siempre estemos conscientes que nuestra espiritualidad es importante, que las buenas obras son importantes, que los buenos pensamientos son importantes, las buenas relaciones. Mantengámonos conectados con las cosas buenas y nuestras vidas serán mas fáciles de vivir, y haremos las vidas de los demás más fáciles al igual.

Que viva el amor, la paz, la nobleza y la unidad!

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At the end of the day the small things are the ones that keep us conected. We should always look at our lives in the most positive way. We should search the face of God or any other method of spirituality that works for each individual. In this blog I don't speak a lot about my beliefs because they are rather personal for me. But I'd like to make clear that for stronger that my beliefs may be, I could never prohibit someone for whatever method of spirituality makes them live a more balanced life. At the end of the day everyone believes what they choose to believe and live their lives the way they want to live it. But we should always be aware that our spirituality is important, that good works are important, that good thoughts are important, good relationships. Let's keep ourselves connected to good things and our lives will be easier to live, and we will make other people's lives easier as well.

To love, peace, humbleness and unity!

For J.....2 Months

No one knows
how love can take you
and make you fly
but us.

No one knows
how unpredictable
and unrestrainable
love is
but us.

Everything in here
speaks volumes
of our union.
The heart sings melodies day and night
and I let him sing.
I tell him: someday, someday.
And he obediently
and patiently
waits for the day
when he can kiss
and love
with all its might.

Happy days go by.
Happy because we know we're still here,
Happy because we know we still love.

And just like it only took two months to fall crazy,
it could only take two months to reunite,
to miss, to speak, to see,
to finally kiss, and live next to the other....

2 Months is my hypothesis.....how about yours?

Post 100!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Este es el post número 100 de este blog!!!

No lo puedo creer! Debo confesar que por un tiempo existió en mí una incredulidad acerca de si podría mantener este espacio abierto y activo sin sentir la tentación de cerrarlo o abandonarlo. Y no ha sucedido! Este blog se ha convertido en algo que simplemente no puedo dejar. Es mi espacio, y sé que por ahí hay muchos que luchan con mantener sus espacios abiertos. La verdad es que podría decir que mi secreto es que me gusta. Me gusta mi blog. Me gusta tal vez más que lo que les gusta a mis lectores. Antes de este tuve otro blog público, pero era como un martirio. Creo que tenía la idea errónea de lo que significaba tener un blog, y además estaba demasiado atenta a la reacción del que leía, tenía mucho en mente lo que el lector pensaría de mí. Ahora, solo tengo lo que quiero ofrecer para ofrecer, exactamente de la manera que lo quiero ofrecer. Sin presión alguna. Esto no es ningún negocio. Es divertido!! Bueno, este post 100 también me lo gozo! Disfruten los enlaces de algunos de mis posts favoritos!!

Uno Mas

Yo Quiero

Frustracion De Machismo

Invierno

La Belleza De La Sabiduria

Starbucks Parte I

Starbucks Parte II

101 Cosas Sobre Mi

Un Poco Desnuda Ante Mis Palabras

Dominicana Soy...


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This is post number 100 on this blog!!!

I can't believe it! I must confess that for a while there was skeptiscism from my part wether I could keep this space opened and active without feeling the temptation to shut it down or abandon it. And it hasn't happened! This blog has becomed something that I simply cannot leave. It's my space and I know that there's plenty around who fight with keeping theirs opened. The truth is that I could say that my secret is that I like it. I like my blog. I like it perhaps more than my readers like it. Before this blog I had another public one, but that one was pure anguish. I think I had the wrong idea of what it meant to have a blog, and besides I was too aware of the reaction of the reader, I had too much in mind what the reader would think about me. Now, I only have to offer what I want to offer, exactly in the manner in which I choose to offer it, haha!
No pressure whatsoever. This is not a business. It's fun!! Well, I'm also enjoying this 100th post! Enjoy the links of some of my favorite posts!!

One More

I Want

Winter

The Beauty Of Wisdom

Whenever I Feel

101 Things About Me

A Frustrated Reflection On An Ayn Rand Interview

New York, New York!

A Strange Day

My Soul Friend

Starbucks Part 2 (English Narrative)

Relacionado con las series de Starbucks. Las puedes encontrar en este link.

For the following days she couldn't get that man off her mind. She imagined how he would respond to different things. She asked him questions and answered them for him. She fancied the idea of having this man in her life be a new special somebody. But she struggled with bringing it all to reality. She couldn't deal with this amazing feeling. She had to, in some way, quiet it down, tone it down. But she made his whole personality up from then on, expecting to be dissapointed the next time she saw him. Expecting him to be a product of her imagination, and then being relieved, that she wouldn't have to go through falling in love. She was terrified of it. She knew she had no limits after then, but now she had the power of witholding it all.

He thought of her, plenty. Laughed at the things that had amused him about her personality. He thought of how secured she was, but how carelessly she let her vulnerabilty be displayed right in front of his eyes. It was to him, like discovering a diamond that had been shining right under people's noses and they never noticed it. He wanted to be the man that would sweep her off her feet. In fact, he was almost sure that he would be that man. And he was confident in that fact. So confident that he had the audacity to not show up the following Sunday.

She waited, anxious. Waited. Waited a bit longer. He never showed. She was dissapointed, but then she was happy. She thought that he was not worth her time, not even as a friend. She was glad of this disappointment. All her life she expected people to fail to their commitments. She was fearless. Expected nothing. Received nothing. She sheltered herself on her own ideas and beliefs. From time to time someone would impress her. But it wouldn't last long, and it was like another ball in the basket. She would score again. Say to herself: 'no one can be trusted'. However, the following Sunday, she showed up again, lying to herself. She did in fact have more important things to do. She said she would only stay 15 minutes, then 30, then 45. Two whole hours she read and had coffee. And just when she had been tired of looking at that door expecting that tall older man enter, the very thing happened.

He walked in and saw her. Walked straight to her, asked her if she was leaving. She affirmed, acting cool, nervous, almost in disbelief.

'You want to go for a walk?'
'Yes, where are you going?'

They walked, talked, and what happened will be told, when the narrator knocks on this door, walks through it and tells you something about these lives once again...

To be continued...

For You......Te Vi Venir

I'm dedicating this song to a very special somebody who quickly entered my life and filled it with hope and faith in love again. Below will be my translation of the song, babe.



I don't even have you yet
and I'm already scared of losing you, love.
So quickly it has been thrust in me,
so deep is all this pain.
It's only a bit I know of you
and I'm already favoring you.
I'm not scared of betting on you,
losing you I'm terrified of.

I have no more shelter other than fantasy.
I have no more to do other than making a poem for you.

(Chorus)
Because I saw you arrive
and I didn't doubt.
I saw you get here and I hugged you,
and I gave all my passion so that you stay.
And then I kissed you and I took a risk,
with the truth I caressed you,
and finally I opened my heart so that you pass by it.
My love I gave without condition so that you stay in it.

Now I will wait I few days to see
if what I gave you was enough.
You don't know how scary it feels,
waiting in the morning...
If you wouldn't want to come back anymore all sense of love would be lost.
I wouldn't understand this world anymore.
I would refrain from people.

I have no more shelter other than fantasy.
I have no more to do other than making a poem for you.

(Chorus)
Because I saw you arrive
and I didn't doubt.
I saw you get here and I hugged you,
and I gave all my passion so that you stay.
And then I kissed you and I took a risk,
with the truth I caressed you,
and finally I opened my heart so that you pass by it.
My love I gave without condition so that you stay in it.

My love I gave without condition so that you stay in it.

My love I gave without condition so that you stay in it.

Soy Esa Mujer/I Am That Woman

La verdad es que cuando una mujer descubre su valor, no hay nada ni nadie que la pueda hacer desistir de obtener exactamente lo que desea. En todos los aspectos, ella exige lo mejor de sí misma y de los demás. Yo soy esa mujer. Nunca, nunca me había sentido tan mujer como ahora.

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The truth is that when a woman discovers her worth, there's nobody, no obstacle that could ever stop her from getting exactly what she desires. In every aspect, she asks the best from herself and from others. I am that woman. Never, never have I felt more like a woman than now.



Video and photo: Jill Scott

No sé qué decir.

No puedo escribir.

He perdido la cabeza.

Necesito recuperarla, aunque no sé si quiero.....

La incertidumbre es peor que el dolor.

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I don't know what to say.

I can't write.

I've lost my head.

I need to get it back, though I don't know if I want to.....

Uncertainty is worse than pain.

Starbucks Part I (English Narrative)

*Relacionado con las series de Starbucks. Las pueden encontrar en este link.

She continued to drink her coffee. The man did not look up to see her. The day was nice. It wasn't too cold or hot. People came in and out, most looking for chairs. He had asked for the last one available. So people were forced to leave, hesitant, just in case someone might get up. She was enjoying her novel. It was the time when she had seen one of Jane Austen's favorite lines in Sense And Sensibilty. She had written about deserving the compliment of rational opposition. The compliment of rational opposition! Wow, she thought, how many people have I complemented in life! But it also amused her how this very simple girl seemed to know so many complicated things about extremely simple people who pretended to be complicated. And it was then that she realized how much time she had wasted, but how much more time she now had on her hands to focus on giving people who deserved it, that marvelous compliment. And then he looked up. She noticed. She pretended she didn't. He said, 'excuse me, you are really enjoying that book, aren't you?' She affirmed, planning to go right back into it, smiling inside, questioning if he really was what he appeared to be.

He noticed how big the book was and learnt that it was a collection of the seven novels. Observed her. She took notes. Wrote on the margins, smiled, had a curious look, smiled again. Sometimes you could see her teeth, other times she just grinned. He liked it. He thought there was something odd about her, something mysterious, or intriguing. She began to see him as a psycho and payed no mind. He apologized for interrupting her, looking for something else that she might say that would allow them to talk some more. She said, 'you're not bothering me, I am fond of observers, there's a lot to learn and teach from them'.

She asked wether he was a teacher or a learner. She liked his smile. He talked fluently. She soon realized that he was witty and they went on to have a conversation for a few more minutes, a conversation that would eventually lead to, probably not exactly what the reader might expect. But something that the writer is not in the mood of giving away, not just yet....

To be continued...