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Words are flying out like 
endless rain into a paper cup 
They slither while they pass 
They slip away across the universe 
Pools of sorrow waves of joy 
are drifting thorough my open mind 
Possessing and caressing me 

Jai guru deva om 
Nothing’s gonna change my world 
Nothing’s gonna change my world 
Nothing’s gonna change my world 
Nothing’s gonna change my world 

Images of broken light which 
dance before me like a million eyes 
That call me on and on across the universe 
Thoughts meander like a 
restless wind inside a letter box 
they tumble blindly as 
they make their way across the universe 

Jai guru deva om 
Nothing’s gonna change my world 
Nothing’s gonna change my world 
Nothing’s gonna change my world 
Nothing’s gonna change my world 

Sounds of laughter shades of life 
are ringing through my open ears 
exciting and inviting me 
Limitless undying love which 
shines around me like a million suns 
It calls me on and on across the universe 

Jai guru deva om 
Nothing’s gonna change my world 
Nothing’s gonna change my world 
Nothing’s gonna change my world 
Nothing’s gonna change my world 
Jai guru deva 
Jai guru deva 


The Jane Austen Book Club, a movie. 

A refreshing movie in which you watch a group of women rise from personal distress while they rediscover and discuss six of Jane Austen’s books. 

I really liked it because it’s cute. Not the best movie of the word, but at the end if made me feel uplifted, which is a hard thing to do.

After two and a half years, I’m down. I feel lonely. And I hate it.

I hate it because I’ve worked so hard in having a mind set of “I can be completely happy with me, myself and I”. But there’s this longing for human touch and that yearning makes me vulnerable and puts me in a dangerous spot. 

(Just went to a wedding and half the time I couldn’t stand being there. I really don’t believe in being with another person for the rest of your life. I can’t, you see. I won’t. I wished the bride and groom good luck, but inside I was wondering where they got the bravery to commit to one another for the rest of their life. And the whole ceremony, it was a catholic one, it sounded like a recital to the perfect house wife and the ideal working 9 to 5 husband. Apparently, it has something to do with my current state of mind-heart-soul).

I’ve come to the point where I am comfortable in my own skin and I know what I want, won’t settle for less, and hope not to commit the same mistakes. I’ve learned my lesson. 

Past two experiences were pretty shitty and came to the decission, because of them, to straighten out. BUT DAMN IT’S….. Don’t know… Don’t know why the fuck I’m even writing this, putting this here..But you see, it’s not the need of being with someone, I just can’t believe how no one is next to me. The lack of words, a glance, a touch, time, a kiss that blows your mind and gives you a rush of blood to the head, someone with whom I can sit down and say absolutely nothing at all. Just enjoy the fact that time is shared. 

The whole dilemma is: feeling lonely after all the soul searching and coming with terms with whom I am is not something desirable, and the worst part is not knowing how long this will continue, which puts me in the sad position of vulnerability, leaving me powerless to whatever comes along, that is not necessarily the best for me.

What do you know? This actually helped me out quite a bit.

Soy mujer. ¿Qué más le puedo pedir a la vida?


Recently I finished reading The Golden Notebook by Doris Lessing. I started reading this book because it was given the 2007 Nobel Prize for Literature. I had no idea what to expect when I opened the book, I only knew it was a take on feminism.

It took me 7 months to finish reading it, and not because it was boring or tedious, but because of school (aaaahhhh!!!). Even though it’s a 635 page read, you don’t feel it. At least I didn’t. Words just keep on flowing and deep thought just strike you. 

This work was originally published in 1962, just when the Woman Liberation movement was coming about. The book was tagged as anti-man because of its strong views on the relationship of women and man. I for one do not think the same. I truly identified with the book and what is most amazing, I hadn’t even been born when Lessing was writing this wonderful piece. I share Anna’s (the main character) view on life, men, love, friendship…. It just makes you see where we are as woman nowadays and the journey our mothers and grandmothers had to take in order to bring us here and make us enjoy what had been rightfully ours all along.

I recommend this book to anyone who wishes to take a GLIMPSE into a woman’s mind and heart… a FREE WOMAN’S heart and mind.

This book has made itself such a special place in my heart that I wish to share with you several pieces of wisdom found in it (and at the end hope this will make you read The Golden Notebook):


  • … these quick flares of attraction could flare and die in a moment, leaving behind them tenderness, unfulfilled curiosity, a slightly wry and not unpleasant pain of loss.
  • It’s only now, looking back, that I understand, but at the time I lived in a brilliantly lit haze, shifting and flickering according to my changing desires. Of course, that is only a description of being young.
  • Looking back at those weekends, they seem like beads on a string, two big glittering ones to start with, then a succession of small unimportant ones, then another brilliant one to end.
  • Meanwhile she was restless to get away from him and felt trapped -not by him, by the possibilities of her past resurrecting itself in him.
  • … and she looked down the street and thought that probably they were all like this, all in fragments, not one of them a whole, reflecting a whole life, a whole human being; or for that matter, a whole family.
  • No woman in the world wants to live without love.
  • … records of a simple unthinking happiness with perhaps a couple of jarring moments…. but moments swallowed in the happiness.
  • The tears we shed in our sleep are the only genuine tears we shed in our lives. The waking tears are self pity.
  • A hundred things to do, but only one thing to be.
  • What makes you decide that the madness and the cruelty isn’t jus as strong as the – getting on with the living?
  • The flashes of genuine art are all out of deep, suddenly stark, undisguisable private emotions.
  • Who is this other I whose judgement I fear; or whose gaze, at least, is different from mine when I am not thinking, recording and being conscious.
  • I’m shedding skin, or being born again.
  • He is full of contempt for that crude phenomenon, the United States of America.
  • A writer is, must be, the Machiavelli of the soul’s kithchen.
  • Time is the River on which the leaves of our thoughts are carried into oblivion.
  • Art is the mirror of our betrayed ideals. 
  • It is said it was because Adam ate the apple that he was lost or fell. I say it was because of his claiming something for his own, and because of his I, Mine, Me, and the like.
  • I think the one form of experience people are incapable of learning from is the political experience.
  • Free!! What’s the use of being free if they aren’t? I swear to God, that evey one of them, even the best of them, have the idea of good women and bad women.
  • If I could laugh I couldn’t be in such a bad state as I thought.
  • Yet these moments have been so powerful, like the rapid illuminations of a dream that remain with one waking, that what I have learned will be part of how I experience life until I die. Words. Words. I play with words, hoping that some combination, even a chance combination, will say what I want.
  • How extraordinary that an act of kindness, of pity, could be such a betrayal.
  • A woman without a man cannot meet a man, any man, of any age, without thinking, even if it’s for a half-second, Perhaps this is THE man.
  • None of you ask for anything – except everything, but just for so long as you need it.
  • Here lies Anna Wulf, who was always too intelligent. She let them go.
       As you can see… a lot is said in these pages. I am sure that when I read it again, I will find new words that mean something to me. 
       (Right now I’m reading Lord of the Flies by William Golding. I promise that when I’m finished with it, I’ll write my thoughts. In the       meanwhile, if you guys have any good books you think I should read, let me know. I’ll see if I already have them or if I can get a hand on them)


Libro del momento/ Book of the moment Los Animales No Somos Comida Los Animales No Somos Probetas Los Animales No Somos Diversión Los Animales No Somos Vestimenta

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enero 2021


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