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Some days are just dreadful and little warm drops easily pour down your cheeks. Today was one of those days. There’s nothing worse than falling apart and at the same time trying to keep yourself together.

Letting go and accepting the good and bad helps overcome the hardship.


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Rrrreeaaalllyyy good song

This is the funny thing about growing up: for years and years everybody’s deseperately afraid to be different, in any way. And then, suddenly, almosto over night, everybody wants to be different. And that is where we win.

Mitchell to Manny, Modern Family.

I carry your heart with me

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
my heart) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)


I like my body when it is with your


I like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
I like your body. I like what it does,
I like its hows. I like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smoothness and which I will
again and again and again
kiss, I like kissing this and that of you,
I like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

Wanna see my past in flames,
Don’t waste a drop baby, I ain’t fussed.
Where I was born, no escape,
There, there ain’t even no good/bad drugs.
In the city is it true?
If you don’t, you act like you do.
Feast of fools. I can’t wait,
Give ‘em a taste of my misfit love.
Complicate.
Encarcerate.
Feel my heart wake up.

Ain’t born to lose baby,
I’m born to win,
I’m so goddamn slick baby, it’s a sin,
It’s a sin.

Transforming is becoming on me…

Do me first, do your worst.
Gimmie what I want some of.
One track mind, no time to waste.
Sidewalks, feel me strut so good?
Gutter, don’t forget this face,
Let ‘em taste my misfit love.
I’ll show you all my dirty tricks,
Then show ‘em again,
I’m so proud of em.
It’s cruel to be constantly,
Feel my heart play dumb.

Ain’t born to lose baby,
I’m born to win,
I’m so goddamn sick baby, it’s a sin,
It’s a Sin.

Just a dead man, walking through the dead of night,
And if you are going anywhere tonight? Just a dead end,
Walking through the dead of night and if you are going,
Can I get a ride?
Just a dead man walking through the dead of night,
Its impossible to wait until the light,
Cause, I’m already gone,
If you bet on me, you’ve won.

Two gallons is a great deal of wine, even for two paisanos. Spiritually the jugs may be graduated thus: Just below the shoulder of the first bottle, serious and concentrated conversation. Two inches farther down, sweetly sad memory. Three inches more, thoughts of old and satisfactory loves. An inch, thoughts of bitter loves. Bottom of the first jug, general and undirected sadness. Shoulder of the second jug, black unholy despondency. Two fingers down a song of death or longing. A thumb, every other song each one knows. The graduations stop here, for the trail splits and there is no certainty. From this point on anything can happen. 

 

Steinbeck, J. Tortilla Flat.

A. Dumas wrote adventure novels and I had never read something of the sort. I’m a drama-existentialist-classic romance-book  kind of girl.

The introduction of the Dumas collection I have (Library of Essential Writers Series, Barnes and Noble) stated that Dumas was an expert in having the reader sit on the edge of the seat through each chapter and not being able to wait until the next page; he always manages to make you ask for more. The dialogues are fun and witty; characters can be mischievous and at least I found myself actually rooting for the ones that caused the whole fuss.

Each character is well outlined and has a specific agenda that is not lost during the whole novel. D’artagnan, Athos, Porthos, and Aramis represent their philosophy perfectly and blend in so well that it is not hard to believe that they are good friends and help each other out because they are Musketeers, and the famous phrase “One for all and all for one” is mentioned but only once in the roughly 400 page novel, yet  from that moment on camaraderie never leaves the four. 

I was trapped by the story and couldn’t put the book down. The ending was just perfect and precise. It was a really good book.

(Esta canción la descubrí al ver Notting Hill y desde entonces, me hechizó)

No necesita explicación. El nivel de “increíble” es… pues bien:

Cómo lo lograron

¡Exprésense!

Libro del momento/ Book of the moment

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