Monday, April 11, 2011
Maybe it's Only Us...
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Where I'm From
I am from weekend's homemade pancakes,
dripping with butter and maple syrup.
I am from downstairs parks of tall buildings,
capacious, mysterious, and secret.
I'm from the silent whistle of the wind.
I'm from fresh orchids, the cape gooseberry.
From the sunday breakfasts, and evening movies.
I am from the never let you down, and I'm here for you.
From Daddy's support, to Mommy's comfort.
From don't play with fire or you'll get burned,
to it's friday let's get out of the city.
I'm from catholic views, but atheist habits.
I am from Colombia, BB-Q meat, and homemade rice.
From the days we started our new life,
on another page
I'm from the biggest step taken.
From the fading encrypted memories in the albums,
casually remembered, yet never forgotten.
I am from those moments,
a permanent path that is carved to the core,
reaching the roots
of where I am from.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
WWL8- Japan Earthquake

One Japan's most powerful earthquake recorded stroke on a copious area of the north east coast on Friday, March 11, preceding a ten meter tsunami.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Go Ask Alice - Book Review
Go ask Alice written by an anonymous author, is a memoir that takes us in a journey of Alice's calamitous world of drugs, the consequences, and her struggles to get out of it. Even if the first purpose of the entries weren't for a book, it gives vivid descriptions of experiences and thoughts. It's a novel in which it makes the reader understand the depth of the situation and connect with the character. The title drags you in because it is basically telling to go to Alice, after all that she's been through, and it's interesting because in the whole novel her name is not mentioned but you know her name for the title.
This epistolary memoir, dived into two diaries -- one was for her old life, and the second was for her renewed self-- shows the life of fifteen year old Alice.
She comes to realize after her awful experiences that drugs don't bring anything good with them, but she might have realized that in a point that there wasn't any option to go back, or even cover her past. She grew up in a loving family, but always had a non satisfying hole with her. She never had some one to be sure to rely on, and that made her emotionally weak trying to take an opportunity that passed her by. Because of this she trusted the wrong people, and got to the wrong places. Alice went through a lot in a period of one year, and went into the darkest places, came into the light, yet she came back there.
This roller coaster ride of the horrors of addiction, takes you in the ride to know the memoirist and emotionally attach to to her. It's a book in which you would want to never stop. You read her diary, enter her world, and never forget her.
Lines I loved:
"All the dumb, idiot kids who think they are only chipping are in reality just existing from one experience to the other. After you've had it, there isn't even life without drugs. It's a plodding, colorless, dissonant bare existence. it stinks. And I'm glad I'm back. Glad! Glad! Glad! I've never had it better that I had it last night." p. 97
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
What I Believe
it may be narrow,
long,
and even dark,
but at some point we break up to the light.
I believe that your day depends on which foot you get up with.
I believe that the sun set
isn't ending,
but begining to a night
ushered in by the light of the stars.
I believe that you should give love,
to get love.
I believe in the cleansing effect of the summer rains.
I believe you should live
a living,
and loving
life.
I believe in the power of will;
if you think you can,
go ahead.
I believe that there's a certain point
in which you have to risk it all
be silly
and just enjoy.
I believe that your believes are your core...
And that you should never
ever
stop believing.