You Can't Have It All

But you can have a colorful dawn that as you walk through the sand,

the last rays of the day hide between the horizon and the sea,

like a little kid going to sleep.

You can have a delicate whisper from your Dad waking you up on a Sunday morning with the smell of tasty pancakes and sweet hot cocoa. You can have the purr of a cat as it curls on your bed

with the deep look of it's mysterious gaze. You can have happiness,

though often it may seem hard to reach, like an apple hanging high from its tree;

after several tries standing on your tip toes you take a little hop and get it. You can dive into a pool and feel how the sweat blends with the water as each drop from a splash lands on your face leaving behind the heat of the sweltering radiant day. You can have pictures to look at, and bring back unforgettable memories laying in the past,

like the sea bringing back and forth little shells and rocks. You can get to meet distinctive people, and learn from them everyday. You can't undo your mistakes, but you can learn from them and take two steps forward for that step back. And you can be grateful for chocolate, the way it pleases your taste buds and waters your mouth, grateful for music, always there as a company, cheer, or go with your mood, for cotton blankets wrapping you with its softness, for big desires, for watermelon, for hands. You can have a dream,

a dream about of traveling, traveling around the world and finding amazing things everywhere.

You can't walk through without falling,

but as you tumble upon you'll learn about love, trust, have good and bad times, but most importantly you'll grow strong. And when you get to the point where you have a hundred reasons to be sad,

you'll find a million reasons to make you smile like a kiss on the cheek, an untroubled road to follow, butterflies on your tummy, a good book on a rainy day, granny's comfort when you're sad. You can't have the answers to all the questions, but you can have a goodnight kiss as a goodbye, or as a beginning of a whole night of dreams that someday can be reached, inspirations that would open paths, or wonders about what yesterday left behind and what is waiting tomorrow; thoughts about wheter you can or cannot

have it all.

Life's Silhouette

Description:

I believe that life has copious ways of seeing it from its many angles, and that there is infinite ways of describing it. For me, poems are what really get me thinking about what life really is, and how everyday can be different from each other affecting you in all their ways. Values are the core of life, and I looked for poems that could portayed them like love being what everything revolves around. I chose this poems I felt I could relate and understand what the poet wanted to get across.

Synopsis:

These poems are heart touching, and make you think about what life really is; a way to think over life.

An Easter Ballad by Allen Ginsberg

Touched by an Angel by Maya Angelou

There is Another Sky by Emily Dickinson

Alone by Maya Angelou

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

The Soul unto Itself by Emily Dickinson

In the Morning of Life by Thomas Moore

A Life by Sylvia Plath

When I was Puerto Rican - Book Review

When I was Puerto Rican by Esmeralda Santiago

Publisher: Vintage

Genre: Memoir

Where I got it: It was a recommendation from Mrs. Meadows --my english teacher.

One sentence summary: Coming of age story going through Negi's (Esmeralda's) life that started in the rural parts of Macun, Puerto Rico, and as she grows up progressing to a graduation in New York City Highschool of Performing Arts, with a lot of lesson learned in the progress and a whole life in front of her.

First sentence: We came to Macun when I was four, to a rectangle of rippled metal sheets on stilts hovering in the middle of a circle of red dirt.

First chapter review: This first chapter basically gives a background of how her life is, this takes place in a rural side. We see that is evident that she is a little kid because of the way she has innocent views toward the world. We are introduced to her family members, and with their interaction we can conclude that they are not the kind of family with a lot of money, but the find the way through struggles sticking always with their traditional ways that go with their culture, and that definitely is a big part of them because it defines who they truly are, always portraying all of this to the kids.

Verdict: I definitely liked this book, I felt that it was truthful and descriptive enough to love it. Esmeralda Santiago portrayed and explained this memoir so delicately and efficiently that every reader, as different as they could be, would understand perfectly how her culture, her relationship, and surroundings had the power to affect her and change her in all the different ways.

Cover comments: There is a face of a teenage girl that is obviously latin because of her traits of dark hair and thick eye brows, and if you look at the details behind you can see the hay roof of a small rural house. I think that is really significative of the novel because I think that the background represents her roots, or where she started, and the picture of this girl represents her coming of age.

Summer Lime --Benjamin Moore 2026-60

Quiet whistles

from the balmy breeze

coming up-hill,

passed through the windows.

brought the aroma

of the dancing mango leaves

and summer-grown lemon rines,

just like fresh-cut grass:

delicate

delightful

deserving

for a summer evening.

The silver sun streaks

covered your body,

Feeling the affection from

the warmth

of the air

blow by blow...

A signal that the

gray

grouchy

ghastly city

was far,

and here we had this

green

gentle

glimmering escape.

Bright-green,

green-yellowish,

orangish-red,

glowing mangos hang

from the

copious branches

embellished with leaves,

waiting for the time

for them to fall,

and land beside the lime bush

to have somewhere to lay,

and be tumbled by the tropical breeze,

and then picked up.

The kind of breezes,

the kind of mangos,

the kind of bushes,

that make you truly

sense

smell

and savor

summer lime.

Maybe it's Only Us...

On two sides

was the bright beach,

behind,

the lagoon.

In front,

the darkness of the island.

He found himself

understading

the wearisomeness of life.

Only here could be allow his feet to move

Sun in his face;

though it were part of a brighter childhood.

There must be no mistake

no chasing imaginary...

about this assembly.

Not for laughing

or for falling off the log

not for making jokes

not fun

but bussiness.

Bring water from streams,

shelters,

then the fire....

And the Beast:

the black,

humped figure

against the lagoon.

Considering

the vast streches of water,

the high sea beyond,

heard silently

the sough,

the whisper from the reef;

unknown infinate of possiblities.

It's fear

but there's nothing in it

Fear can't hurt you anymore than a dream....

Crybabies!

Be frightened

if you like.

But as for the beast--

I'm a hunter or not?

The assembly cried out savagley

Ralph

moved restlessly

stood up in amazement

looked at jack open mouthed.

You Simon?

You believe in this?

Maybe it's only us....

The world,

that understandable

and lawful

world,

was slipping away so suddenly.

Maybe it's only us.