How many days do I have left until I'm down $100 dollars (little brutha's already got a payment plan for me: 5 weeks of cold hard cash plus interest. )?
3 fuckin' days
Am I going to do it?
SI SE FUCKIN' PUEDE CON AUDIBOOOOOOKS! AHUEVO! CON MADRE! GRACIAS A DIOS POR ESOS PINCHES LIBROS!!!
Tus pies de hueso arqueado, tus pequeños pies duros.
Yo sé que te sostienen, y que tu dulce peso sobre ellos se levanta.
Tu cintura y tus pechos, la duplicada púrpura de tus pezones, la caja de tus ojos que recién han volado, tu ancha boca de fruta, tu cabellera roja, pequeña torre mía.
Pero no amo tus pies sino porque anduvieron sobre la tierra y sobre el viento y sobre el agua, hasta que me encontraron.
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How do I begin to understand why I like this poem so much? Is it possible to like something without knowing why? Does it even matter? Mmmm Neruda, you romantic creature you.
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Dylan goes electric today, don't he?
Friday, April 11, 2008
Read "Benito Cerino" by Herman Melville. And ignore what the tower says.
Eva says:
Suck a wang.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Heard somebody say just the other day "the truth is rarely pure, and hardly simple."
Was recommended a book and when I did look, Thoreau, "Rather than love, than money, than fame" wanted truth.
While thinking of cowards, I turned to the tower "Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall set you free."
Dylan's is "like ice, like fire", O'Brien always inquired, and I remember what my Pop told once told me. "Believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see."
What's truth if it even exists at all, and where can I get at least a handful of it in my life?
Since I can't bring you Elvis Presley (just yet), here's a little ELVIS Crespo.
Elvis Crespo-Tu Sonrisa (merengue baby!!)
Celia Cruz)- La Vida es un Carnaval (salsa or cumbia)the Cuban Queen of salsa!:
I don't know the name of this particular song but this girl dances beautifully to this bachata.
Monchy y Alexandra- Hasta El Fin. (Another bachata. If you compare the two you'll hear that distinct, very typical, guitar picking and the rolling pop of the bongos typical of bachatas. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh I loooooove it!):
I'm gonna burn you a CD of my favorites! I'm sooo excited for you. Once you start practicing and putting yourself out there on the floor, the moves just come naturally and you don't have to think about steps and patterns. Pixie it will come, it will come my darling!!! I know it's harder for the man, but don't let the frustration or intimidation or whatever make you stop. Keep going and you'll get it if you want it bad enough. And once you got the moves, you can create your own and add your own body rolls and hip juts where you want to put them. You got me thinking about how much fun I used to have with merengue, bachata, salsa, cumbia! It's in my veins!! I'm gonna start practicing again. I miss it soooo much! Ahhhh.
Eva Felina Ramone Today at 7:30pm You make me want to cry Jimi. You make me feel like I should just die.
James Stitts Today at 7:53pm ive already cried, i feel like im a fuck up and im really lost. i rather just dream all day then deal with it all. but eva no matter if im angry or unmotivated or whatever, i still love you dont think i dont. i love you more than any other person on this earth and ill always stand by that. people always say we are so much the same and i think its completely true. i see myself in you, we were raised in a pretty strange enviorment that we may never the ends to... i really lost all direction with this. i didnt want you to feel bad, i didnt mean to make you look at yourself in a different light. i just wanted you to understand, that i know im fucked up. i know my short comings and there is alot of self loathing going on here. .... i want to tell you to not bring them up, my short comings that is, but i think that i really do want you to. i think that i should, i think we should. if you dont want to talk now, i completely understand.
you shouldnt feel bad, youve done nothing that should attribute to those kinda emotions -----------
... we feel the same. I am just as lost. Maybe that's why I was angry. Angry because I myself am lost and I try to derive meaning by finding wrong someone else. It doesn't make me any better of a person. How selfish of me, and to do it to my own brother? We are going through the same things, feelings and thoughts. And I didn't even realize it. Oh life!!! Bittersweet and beautiful...We do feel, we FEEL! And Jimi's words, I feel their truth ring out in me. I just read my previous post and we said the same things, we felt the same things.
