BODY SNATCHERS

no se si estos flashbacks que ultimamente he venido teniendo son karmaticos, por que la mayoria son sobre cosas de las cuales me arrepiento y que en algun momento desearia no haber hecho. otras veces son solo momentos de los cuales ya em habia olvidado, pequeños detalles que no habia tomado en cuenta y que cambian por completo la percepcion que tenia de las cosas en ese momento.

esos flashbacks acompañados de sueños raros sobre el "hubiera" o "que hubiera sido si" no se si son reflejos de mi subconciente reclamandome cosas que cambie, cosas que abandone, o simplemente la nostalgia de tiempos que ya no estan. o tal ves solo tal ves es una anotologia en conmemoracion a una etapa que termino y a otra que se avecina.


PUEDO escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Escribir, por ejemplo: " La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos".

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso.

En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito.

Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido.

Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.
Y el verso cae al alma como pasto el rocío.

Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo.

Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo.

La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído.

De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.

Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.

Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo.

pablo neruda

TEA BAR !!!!

This is an another awesome place!! a tea bar!! how can that not be great?!
ubicated in 7697 white lane, Gosford Rd croosing st.

here you can find every flavor that Ramona flowers have in her kitchen and more! from white tea though herbal tea, flavored tea, green tea, oolong tea, rooibos!!! coffee, italian soda,

monday through saturday 9:00 am- 10:00 pm
sunday : 9:00 - 9:00pm

free WI FI!

a modernist asian design inside and the most american thing american in the out side; a drive tru !!!!

DAGNY'S COFFEE CORP.

ever since I started blogging I've always wanted to do it from a cafeteria, and today is that day! the Place is called Dagny's coffee corporation, and it's awesome, a great variety of drinks, hot or cold, wine beer and coffee at a fare price and a great quality, cheaper than any starbucks, bread, cakes, brownies and nachos! cookies chips and bananas!!! in the interior we find two leather couches and chairs on one side, forming kind of a living room, the other half have round tables and chairs. the walls in an embracing cream color with a little of red over the big windows that naturally illuminate the place, the same red as the corp. logo.
I know you want to come already but that's not all!! music performances and events, art exposition! I'm in love with this place already!!! am I using way too much exclamation marks? !!!! no, not enough. I will definitively be back very soon! and this time I'll bring my camera with me!

see for yourself the excellent services
http://www.dagnysdowntown.com/

DALEKS

[by Cherolyn Renee]

And she stood there, watching as monstrous flames devoured building after building. She could see bodies running the streets, wielding weapons they didn’t know how to use humanly.

She wondered how God had lost such control of his people. Was he no longer in charge? Had he fallen?

Running a shaky hand through her fiery red hair, she remembered the prophecy. Somehow she fit into this entire mess. The chaos unfolding before her was meant to create something better for the mortals it ruined.

How she was suppose to save a race that was never fully able to save themselves, she wasn’t sure. But somehow she was had to rid the world of it’s monsters.

Monsters that had suddenly come to life over night.

How was she suppose to keep her faith when it seemed her higher power had fallen? And where were the angels that watched over heaven? Had they turned? Were they anything but good, now? Had they taken the role of demons?

She grasped the pendant around her neck. Given to her by her grandmother, it held Charoite. A stone that represented healing and protection.

She’d need every little bit of help she could find.

MIND GAMES

so yeah, my mind is playing me tricks again, (love is only a estate of mind into which we get voluntarily, we are totally capable of avert it, but when you are in love your brain produces endorphins, that is kind of a drug that makes you feel good, for how long? either your infatuation fades away or you realize that the people you like is not as good as you thought, or simple she doesn't like you back, and then that "feeling good" state turns into a "don't want to feel again" state AGAIN. i hate it. and that keeps me awake at night

PLACES TO GO BEFORE I DIE II

DUBAI

one of the most modern cities, architecturally speaking.( burj al arab )

every project outgoes the last one. definitively a must go place.

PLACES TO GO BEFORE I DIE

the first place where I want to go before I die and it's the first because my first class of chinesse (with vivian wanyi http://vcwanyi.blogspot.com/ ) and because I found it randomly on tumblr, THE NATIONAL MUSEUM OF CHINA in Beijing.

a great example of the wonderous architecture of that country.

LIAR

I know that things are broken,
And though there's too many words left unsaid.
You say you have spoken,
Like the coward I am, I hang my head.
And you lay careless your head on my chest,
And don't even look at me looking my best.
And all these things I can't describe,
You would rather I didn't try.
But please don't cry, you liar!

Oh please, don't cry, you liar!

You're leaving for your last kiss,
And who in this world could ask me to resist.
Your hands cold as they find my neck,
All this love that I've found I detest.

Pieces;
[by Cherolyn Renee]


She spent her days picking at the pieces
Of a life she remembered as a young girl
When boys were mean and never gave her chills
And girls were sweet and unable to harm her soul

She ignores the cuts on her arm
And tries to fall out of love with those brown eyes
Her clothes are shredded and torn
And her hairs jagged and short

And still she remembers the days when it was all simpler
When scrapes hurt more then a broken heart
When throwing stones were a competition
And not a battle of wicked words

She’s bleeding now
Ignoring the grey eyed girl staring at her through shattered glass
She’s tracing scars with her eyes
She’s falling apart and doesn’t know why

Prince charming, she remembers
He came and went as he pleased
Took her heart, her soul, her virginity
Left her to fix the broken mess on the bathroom floor

Happily ever after was nothing but a lie
And she was a little girl in love with a theory
So tomorrow she’ll quit making scars,
And start fixing the pieces he left behind;

just keep walking!

JUST KEEP WALKING


and i find myself in trouble
find myself alone
feels like i cant make it
that im on my own

nothing is for certain
but failure is not allowed
perhaps as time moves onward
this feeling will be gone

But i cant see the light at...
no silver lining here
perhaps a bit dramatic
but this is how i'll deal

just keep
on walking/moving
with intention/purpose