tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56152792024-03-07T19:36:04.335-08:00Karen...Once AgainA door to my mindUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger187125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-48570477359635957252008-02-12T19:38:00.000-08:002008-02-12T19:38:06.949-08:00current work<a href="http://www.chrisjordan.com/current_set2.php?id=?view=XXX_09NNN/">current work</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-29377410944406689942007-12-31T11:19:00.001-08:002007-12-31T11:24:11.422-08:00Let Go<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL2S4UD-VhkQUj3RnZXCJs6ft4H_49CvYD_-vZTPbWgvNVo_QxktOLg3qAwpU-rrSLYJJLzeNes4z5p6kQlJlBINgLN8bv61MShhG1qx8idz8Wl9Xhbj1oUbjnRHoXear5qjcfLQ/s1600-h/let+go.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150219906463738946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL2S4UD-VhkQUj3RnZXCJs6ft4H_49CvYD_-vZTPbWgvNVo_QxktOLg3qAwpU-rrSLYJJLzeNes4z5p6kQlJlBINgLN8bv61MShhG1qx8idz8Wl9Xhbj1oUbjnRHoXear5qjcfLQ/s320/let+go.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><p>Today is the last day. I'm letting go.... the sweet love, my broken love, the memories that are still somewhat vivid, the hope, the nonsense, the idea and the promise.</p><br /><p>I won't miss you anymore... and I'm fine with that.</p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-76771587135019313072007-12-20T10:47:00.000-08:002007-12-20T10:48:14.236-08:0045 YEARS!!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-55378654192961381512007-12-18T14:13:00.000-08:002007-12-18T14:17:06.317-08:00Conocerte Asi<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo69S_hnvgYILVHK3E6wOKtEkx-sagNnColdkuWtN_SPtmkPF_zhwzziHZcFtqKCIy_8hoAC4tGlMJPGX99lbqMf9fNQ74maZcRivMmTh__wUgSLH4MvuSnqx8hF_RhwhkAVhsQQ/s1600-h/2066002090_1efb11d40b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145440411022175266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo69S_hnvgYILVHK3E6wOKtEkx-sagNnColdkuWtN_SPtmkPF_zhwzziHZcFtqKCIy_8hoAC4tGlMJPGX99lbqMf9fNQ74maZcRivMmTh__wUgSLH4MvuSnqx8hF_RhwhkAVhsQQ/s320/2066002090_1efb11d40b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Me levantas el alma enamorada<br />Caigo dos veces ilusionada<br />Se hace imprescindible tu mirada<br />Y cuando imagino una vida sin ti…<br />Ya no quiero nada<br /><br />Te imagino entregada<br />En ti mi boca aferrada<br />Te encuentras a partir de hoy<br />En mi cuerpo aprisionada<br /><br />Tu cuerpo es un camino sin encrucijadas<br />Lo bordeo sin coartada </div><br /><div align="center">Satisface en mi<br />Un deseo de temporadas<br /><br />Quiero dejarte mojada<br />Hundirte en mi almohada<br />Sacarte suspiros y sentirte...<br />Apasionada<br /><br />Después imagino<br /><br />Encontrar mi casa en ti<br />Despertar allí<br />Rodeada de el lago de colores cambiantes<br />Que es tu mirar.<br /><br />(Karen Suárez) </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-55582860731933253682007-11-16T07:00:00.000-08:002007-11-16T07:29:07.883-08:00Florianopolis<a href="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i285/jadekarenina/floripa.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i285/jadekarenina/floripa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>The morning drives allow me some time to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">reminisce</span>. This morning was so clear, the skies were blue, the air was crisp and there wasn't much traffic heading north. I have a box full of old tapes I just can't get rid of... and once in while, I bring a few to listen to in the car. Today was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Charly</span> Garcia and some of the old Beatles songs I used to listen that summer in Brazil... The music brought me back!!! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I was 15 and it was the last summer before I moved to the U.S. (the first time around). I think I've already written about this trip briefly in past posts but I had so much fun and so many wonderful things happened to me that summer that I will always cherish the memories.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Starting from the road trip from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Buenos</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Aires</span> to Uruguay and then Santa Catarina... the bridge that takes you to the island of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Florianopolis</span>. I went with Francine, my best friend at the time, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Romina</span> and Luciana. We rented a house that had a private beach and hammocks. We would wake up every morning and walk down to the beach, lay out, swim, walk, read, talk and talk some more. We would sometimes walk to the small downtown and walk around the shops, buy beer, laugh and scheme the night. </div><br /><div>I spent three months in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Florianopolis</span> pretty much doing nothing other than going to the beach every day, eating seafood and drinking fruit juices, sleeping in the afternoon, showering with cold water to cool off from the sun, kissing boys, dancing, swimming at night, exploring. It was my summer out of a book.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-57391919610885234062007-11-14T07:33:00.000-08:002007-11-14T07:34:27.996-08:00I've had it! I really really really want this to be over. I feel taken advantage of. Lesson learned.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-3243160710159976612007-11-13T12:17:00.001-08:002007-11-13T12:17:56.497-08:00JudgingI feel people judge me for ordering Coke instead of Diet Coke... I really don't care!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-20049695748029096362007-11-12T08:54:00.000-08:002007-11-12T09:17:12.321-08:00I'm back!!Wow! It's been a while. I wonder if anyone will read this... so much has been going on in my life lately! i have a new job! I went to Bolivia to visit my family! I'm moving to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Boca</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Raton</span>! I've had many roommates in the past year and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">I'm</span> looking forward to getting a place for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">myself</span> once and for all. It'll be a one bedroom :)<br /><br />I'll write again but I promise I'll try not to bore you.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1142132485555893242006-03-11T18:43:00.000-08:002007-11-12T08:58:21.132-08:00All is well with me and I guess that is why I haven't been writing here. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">have</span> been thinking for a while now that I want to change my page's look and add a few more things to it. I am learning how to use <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dreamweaver</span> and if I don't get too <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">distracted</span>, you'll be seeing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">something</span> new here soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1131467231857535772005-11-08T08:24:00.000-08:002005-11-08T08:27:11.870-08:00By LizaMay I confide, that your vibe propels me to imply<br />that I reside at your bedside, & take you on a joyride?<br />By ride, I mean explore<br />Metaphors that are soft or hardcore.<br />For a moment let me adore<br />Let me pour my love onto you like the seashore,<br />Mi amour.<br />Like a good groove let me move into you<br />Select parts of you like a gourmet menu,<br />Let me read to you Love by definition is this…<br /><br /><em>Love: A deep, tender, ineffable feeling of affection and solicitude toward a person, recognition of attractive qualities, or a sense of underlying oneness. </em><br /><br />Girl, let me uplift , with a kiss<br />Close your eyes and feel softness,<br />Let’s be mutually speechless ,<br />Loud whispers filled with love innuendos,<br />Sensual word play as I display the vulnerabilities of a child<br />in a woman with a spirit so wild.<br />My pen tells my brain,<br />I must refrain from falling in love with you.<br />So I write,I write in spite of the controversy<br />I conjure metaphors about the sea, and how it’s deep like your eyes<br />In a muse there are no goodbyes,<br />So I’ll dream about your eyes<br />In a muse there are no goodbyes,<br />So I‘ll dream about your eyes…<br />I’ll awaken at your bedside,<br />With nothing more to hide.<br /><br />(Liza Nepa)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1131112157314485062005-11-04T05:48:00.000-08:002005-11-04T05:49:17.326-08:00I got an apartment!!! Yay!! Oh, and I’m so excited because it is two blocks away from work in Coral Gables. That means more sleep, less stress, less expense in gas and my car will definitely appreciate the break. I move in November 15th and I am counting the days!!!<br />Life has been pretty hectic lately, all with Hurricane Wilma hitting south Florida and no power and crazy traffic. I think things are going back to normal slowly but surely. Isabel gets here Nov. 17th and I’m so excited. We will be roommates and I think that it’ll be a blast.<br /><br />On other things going on in my life... ay dios mio...no idea what I'll do about that.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1129736527626903892005-10-19T08:40:00.000-07:002005-10-19T08:42:07.633-07:00No es un mandamiento ser la diva del momento (wow)<br />Para que trabajar por un cuerpo escultural<br />Acaso deseas sentir en ti todos los ojos<br />Y desencadenar silbidos al pasar...<br />Mira la escencia no las apariencias<br />El cuerpo es solo un estuche y los ojos la ventana<br />De nuestra alma aprisionada (oye)<br />Mira la escencia no las apariencias<br />Que todo entra por los ojos dicen lo superficiales<br />Lo que hay adentro es lo que vale<br />Siento en el aire un aroma espiritual<br />mensajeros haladosIntentando aterrizar<br />Si abres el estuche lo que debes encontrar<br />Es una joya que te deslumbrara (hay pero)<br />Mira la escencia no las apariencias<br />90-60-90 suman dosientos cuarenta<br />Cifras que no hay que tener en cuenta (oye)<br />Mira la escencia no las apariencias<br />No te dejes medir no te dejes confundir<br />Alusate… haste valer<br /><strong>(El Estuche- Aterciopelados)</strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1126713433834550702005-09-14T08:56:00.000-07:002005-09-14T08:57:13.840-07:00En Mi<strong>En Mi</strong><br /><br />Soy mis hijos<br />Soy madre y padre<br />Soy un canto lejano<br />Y una plegaria a el deseo<br /><br />En mi sucumben<br />Aca residen<br />Conviven en mi<br /><br />Soy mi padre<br />Soy mi madre<br />Soy un grito callado<br />Tambien soy un poco ti<br /><br />En mi aman y viven<br />Lloran aqui<br /><br />Ven y descansa<br />En mi<br />Que tambien soy un poco de tiUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1124472803276885812005-08-19T10:32:00.000-07:002005-08-19T10:33:23.283-07:00LatelyQue me anda pasando ultimamente, no lo se exactamente. Ni he aparecido por aca para contar que fui a Virginia para mi cumpleaños y que la pase increíble. Estuve con varios amigos que no veia hce mucho tiempo y fue bueno celebrar mi cumple como se debe. Me hizo recuerdo a mis tiempos en Bolivia.<br />En otras noticias, mande al carajo a mi ex marido y esta vez va en serio. No nos volvemos a hablar, me siento liberada.<br />He estado saliendo bastante con mi amiga Karla y la verdad que la pasamos super bien. Es como decimos, parece que el tiempo no haya pasado para nada. Hubo un reencuentro con un ex amor y lamentablemente no se que voy a hacer, solo un milagro me haría feliz con respecto a esa situación. Este a sido el mes del reproche.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1121450184667393602005-07-15T02:56:00.000-07:002005-08-19T10:33:45.980-07:00There has been some flirting going on…I wonder if and where that may lead?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1121365517820009262005-07-14T03:17:00.000-07:002005-07-15T10:55:27.760-07:00In case you were wonderingIn case you were wondering...<br /><br />22 Things About Me<br /><br /><br /><strong>1.</strong> I am a 29 year old girl who is still very afraid of the dark.<br /><br /><strong>2.</strong> I live in Miami now, but grew up in Argentina and Bolivia. I like to move a lot. Something<br />about staying still bores me.<br /><br /><strong>3.</strong> I’m left handed and because of that was considered to be cursed. My grandmother would<br />tear up every time she was reminded of it. She was determined to teach me to do things<br />“properly”. Karma is a bitch and gave her 5 left-handed grandchildren.<br /><br /><strong>4.</strong> I like to drive for hours, better if it’s all by myself listening to music really loudly, smoking<br />cigarette after cigarette after cigarette.<br /><br /><strong>5.</strong> I have driven across the country in a pot stupor. I had to pull over a few times because the<br />road was zooming in and out somewhere in the middle of the North Dakota. Somewhere<br />along the way, I actually saw buffalo running in the free world. Heh…then I saw some of0<br />them going in the hot springs all casually like if they were at the local spa.<br /><br /><strong>6.</strong> I am accident prone and the biggest klutz. I will break something of yours for sure. Do not<br />invite me over your house because I will fall, kill your cat or break your microwave.<br />Seriously.<br /><br /><strong>7.</strong> I crashed my first car and blew up my second car all in 3 months. The second time was after<br />a busy night of running through a field with machetes and drinking moonshine under the<br />bed, while hiding from the cops. The night had to end with a BANG, I guess.<br /><br /><strong>8.</strong> I once had a laughing attack in church and was asked to leave.<br /><br /><strong>9.</strong> I have good memory. I can still remember what I wore for my first day of school and what<br />Ms. Baker was wearing when she told me I needed to be nice and let the kid that peed (all<br />the time) into “my” tree house. The nerve.<br /><br /><strong>10.</strong> I have been in love once before and got my heart broken. I’m ready to fall in love again.<br /><br /><strong>11</strong>. I don’t know what I would do without books or music. I need them around me at all times.<br /><br /><strong>12.</strong> I was once taken by a cute hippie to a cave on a nudist beach to got some good lovin’.<br /><br /><strong>13.</strong> I have kissed a girl before.<br /><br /><strong>14.</strong> I grew up in a house with 7 maids and chauffers but was still taught well by my mom to<br />pick up after myself and that I need to work to get what I want.<br /><br /><strong>15.</strong> There is a book written about my family. I gotta say, I did not grow up the conventional way. Crazy shit.<br /><br /><strong>16.</strong> I hate it if you touch my hair. I will secretly despise you for a few minutes.<br /><br /><strong>17.</strong> I love my friends and admire them.<br /><br /><strong>18.</strong> I honeymooned in the jungle and woke up to monkeys staring at my naked ass.<br /><br /><strong>19.</strong> I have 2 brothers and two sisters and they are the bomb diggidy. My parents are too cool<br />for words.<br /><br /><strong>20.</strong> I punched my brother in the face one time because he was making me laugh too much. I<br />know…I normally don’t hit people but these were weird circumstances.<br /><br /><strong>21.</strong> I once partied for 4 days straight after New Years. I came home and had lost 10 pounds in<br />those 4 days. Fun times.<br /><br /><strong>22.</strong> I dropped my 3 month-old nephew on his head one time. Don’t look at me like that…It was<br />his mom's fault!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1119989803756336432005-06-28T13:15:00.000-07:002005-06-28T13:16:43.763-07:00AdiosLive well, stay safe<br />I know goodbyes are hard to say<br />but it is harder to stay<br />lay lover lay, like the song that played<br />it will all be OK one dayUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1119043187562378422005-06-17T14:15:00.000-07:002005-06-17T14:19:47.570-07:00Broken<em>You’re so consumed with how much you get</em><br /><em>You waste your time with hate and regret</em><br /><em>You’re broken</em><br /><em>When your heart’s not open</em><br /><em>(Madonna)</em><br /><br /><br />Salir de la habitación sabiendo que lo roto no es el vaso de cerveza que me tiraste en la cara.<br />Salir sabiendo que lo roto sos vos.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1119017896180624882005-06-17T07:04:00.000-07:002005-06-17T07:18:26.350-07:00In a Funk<em>When we cannot be delivered from ourselves,</em><br /><em>we delight in devouring ourselves. </em><br />(<em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;">Cioran)</span></strong></em><br /><br /><br />Me carcome la clara noción de que lo que mas me gusta hacer en la vida, lo hago mal. Escribir.<br /><br />El día laboral es demasiado largo, son muchas horas para tan poco trabajo. No da!<br /><br />Esto de estar trabada en trafico durante tanto tiempo le esta quitando el gusto a manejar. Eso si que esta terrible.<br /><br />Veo mi casa como algo muy lejano. No entiendo como le voy a hacer para poder pagar todo yo sola. Ese no era el plan.<br /><br />Ver cada vez mas lejos la posibilidad de tener hijos.<br /><br />El trago amargo que a veces puede ser la soledad.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1117639219775525942005-06-01T08:19:00.000-07:002005-06-01T08:20:19.783-07:00LudicrousNo se exactamente qué ni cómo paso pero se que a mi ex marido algo le anda fallando. El fin de semana pasado hablamos por teléfono y entre que colgamos y media hora después, se había armado un drama en grande. Según él, su mejor amigo esta enamorado de mi y se quiere venir a vivir conmigo. Le armó tremendo relajo, me dejo mensajes desesperados, diciendo que lo llame inmediatamente y que el amigo le había contado “todo”. No se exactamente que puede ser “todo” si entre nosotros no pasa nada! Cuando revise mi correo había una carta de él diciendo que no podía creerlo, que como le pudimos hacer eso y bla, bla… Yo estaba bastante confundida porque nada que ver así que lo llame para saber bien que era lo que estaba pasando y cual era el problema. Me recontra colgó el teléfono. El amigo me jura que jamas le dijo eso… Esta todo muy confuso porque no se de donde se esta inventando tremenda incoherencia y hasta he pensado que realmente lago le anda fallando. Yo le conteste una carta diciéndole un par de cosillas, recordándole que para tener un “affair” hay que estar casado y ese no es el caso, ya que se le olvida que nos divorciamos. Pero mas que nada, que nada esta pasando! Cómo puede haber un malentendido tan grande y tan ridículo? En fin, se que esto no es el final de esta historia así que ya les contare, una vez que me entere, que es lo que paso realmente...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1116440692639369622005-05-18T11:23:00.000-07:002005-05-18T11:24:52.646-07:00Disservice to Service<em>I've seen better days</em><br /><em>Been the star of many plays</em><br /><em>And the bottom drops out</em><br /><em>My cup's filled up with five buck wine</em><br /><em>Find myself here all the time</em><br /><em>Another rip in the glass</em><br /><em>Another chip in my tooth</em><br /><em>Rained on I've been stained on</em><br /><em>Found another goat i tried to put the blame on<br />(Citizen King)<br /></em><br />Estoy de pesimisisiisisimo humor. Un humor como pocos. Como no lo he estado en mucho tiempo. En primer lugar, vamos mal desde el getgo porque mi dia empezo demasiado temprano. Me aliste, Sali a las 7:35 de la casa porque tenia una cita con INS para cambiar mi appellido y para que me den mi greencard temporario ya que el que supestamente me mandaron se perdio en el correo. En fin, un trafico de mierda, pero llego, me digo. Toda va bien hasta ahi cuando de pronto me acuerdo que me olvide las fotos en mi otra cartera. Shit. Ni modo. Vero me dice que alla seguro sacar asi que vuelo. Llego y en la entrada me dicen que tengo que pagar $5 para estacionar. No tenia cash asi que manejo como una loca al primer ATM que encontre en Little Haiti (no tienen muchos parece) y saco plata. Vuelvo y ya estoy encima de la hora. La gente que trabaja ahi no tienen ganas de ayudarte o simplemente responderte donde esta el elevador. Finalmente llego a donde sacan las fotos y ahi me dicen que ninguno de los fotografos estan, que ya deben estar poor llegar. Espero ahi, junto con otra señora y nada, no llegan. Un tipo nos dice que ya pronto llegan, que seguramente estan trancados en trafico. El mismo tipo me dice que no me preocupe poor que ya una hora de “grace period” entre citas. Esepro y espero y espero…. No llego nunca, paso la hora (osea, una hora tarde) y nada. Salgo y voy a la seccion donde hacen la entrevistas para preguntar si me atenderian pasada la hora. Pregunto por si acaso, aunque sabia que no lo iban a hacer porque hay mucha gente. El tipo de ahi, un imbecilllllllll, retrograda que trataba de hablar en ingles pero no podia, le hablo en español para failitarle la vida pero tampoco habla bien el español, me contesta con sus patas que no sabe nada, que espere. Y no era que no hablaba los idiomas, los hablaba mal y si le hablabas en ingles te respondia en castellano, despues le hablabas en castellano y te repsondia en ingles. No aprendio ninguno bien. (Si ya se que no debo ser tan mala, que el pobre tipo debe ser analfabeto pero igual, lo odie) Grrrrrrr!!!! Finalmente, me doy por vencida y me voy. Subo a mi auto, hacia mucho calor. Manejo hacia el downtown y mi telefono no paraba de sonar. Me pregunto, a quien mierda se le ocurre llamar tanto en la manana si saben que estoy en el trabajo. Me meto al primer Denny’s que encuentro y desayuno. A las 11 vengo para el trabajo y aqui estoy, esperando que sean las tres para una reunion que me cancelan ya dos dias. Lo mas probable es que tambien se cancele hoy y sin esa informacion no puedo hacer nada y mi deadline ya llega. Esta noche tengo que salir de aca y manejar poor casi dos horas hasta Boca Raton para ver a Carla. Realmente no se si llego. Lo unico que quiero es dormir.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1116256149851122422005-05-16T08:06:00.000-07:002005-05-18T11:26:15.113-07:00NewsSo I haven’t written here in a while and many things have happened. First of all let me just say that starting April 29th of 2005 I regained my single status (is that right?). I went to Seattle, presented myself in court, raised my hand and swore that the marriage was “irreparably broken”. It was an anti-climatic moment, filling out paperwork till the last minute and I happened to be the last one on the list. So there, it’s done. Irreperably broken.<br /><br />I was in Seattle for four days and I did not see F. at all. It was my choice not to. I found it pointless to see each other. No words on that.<br /><br />I did get to spend time with Annie, which was very cool. I miss her so much. I was also able to spend a few days in my old room relaxing and resting. That was definitely good.<br /><br />I came back and jumped back into work and things are starting to settle for me here. I did have a pretty bad day this past Saturday, one of those dramatic it's-the-end-of-the-world days but I think it was my period or something because I feel fine now.<br /><br />I talked to my parents and that was so great. I miss my family terribly and it really sucks that we are so far apart. I’m just glad that they are all doing fine and I’m grateful that I get to spend time with my sister here, everyday.<br /><br />So Liza’s show is coming up May 26th! I told her I have not been this excited in forever and I can honestly say that is true. I hope Maribel can come to the show with me. I know for a fact she’ll enjoy it.<br /><br />Ohhhh, man, talk about crazy news. Delma Lorena is pregnant! I cannot believe it still. I wish her nothing but the best. She said she wanted me to be the baby’s god mother, I was filled with love for her and feel its a great honor to be named godmother. I really love her so much but I’m worried about her going through this all alone in Madrid with no family or friends. Her boyfriend is an ass so I’ll be calling her much more often now just to make sure she doesn’t need anything and that things are going well.<br /><br />Annie finally found a house! She said its beautiful and she’s really happy. I’m happy for her. It sucks that we have to be so far away, but such is life.<br /><br />So those are the news in a nut shell. I’m sure I’m forgetting a lot of stuff but I have to get back to work now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1114440558506595312005-04-25T07:48:00.000-07:002005-04-25T07:49:18.506-07:00Dreams of you being crazy, and me, always following you around. Sensing the chaos, knowing it all around. (It’s almost like if you say jump and I say how high). Phrases we made up go round and round in my head, feeling that the promises made went up to the space where nobody will bother to find them. Tonight I wonder if the space in your back I declared as mine is being touched and if your slumber is disturbed. Sacred nights uncovered, wasted voices, unheard. I dream of you and fragments of the known softness invade me. I believe that I’ll stay awake now.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1114198312876234202005-04-22T12:31:00.000-07:002005-04-22T12:31:52.876-07:00ArrivalTe acercaste a mi. No te escuche pero se pronuncio tu olor. Ese olor tan familiar que es mezcla de un dia de verano en el bosque y las calles mojadas cuando deja de llover. Te acercaste a mi y supe que era el final de tu ausencia. En ese instante, aun sin mirarte a la cara, supe que aqui estabas para quedarte.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5615279.post-1114182978819662052005-04-22T08:15:00.000-07:002005-04-22T08:16:18.820-07:00Whales, cops and maidsWhen I was 4 years old I had a dream that even until this day, remains in my memory so clear that I don’t think anyone I know has not heard about it. I was in my back yard at my house in La Avenida America where I grew up and I notice there is a four leaf clover right in front of me. I kneel to pick it up and all of a sudden the clover turns into a big gray whale. The whale was enormous, with big round eyes and a flat tail. The whale then opened its mouth and out came two cops holding their beating sticks. The cops then go ahead and arrest Maria, our maid while she kicks and screams. Then all of a sudden, Don Ramon (from El Chavo del 8, a Mexican signature show that every Latin-American kid knows, I’m sure) appears out of nowhere and very heroically, rescues Maria. It’s not clear how he rescues her but for some reason he got really sick afterwards and and had to be taken to the hospital.<br /><br />Years later, there were cops in my backyard, harassing our maids. And Don Ramon got really sick and had to be taken to the hospital, where he died. I wonder what it means and if it means anything at all. I’m not one to obsess about dreams but it’s so weird, especially the part with the cops and the maid. I just wish I had something to say about the whale. Then again, I might.. but I won’t go there.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0