my hero!

I can´t let this day pass without some acknoledgement...and though I wanted it to be way better, I still don't want it to be another day.

So the end of Nov, which, btw, is my fav month. For 3 years now its been another reason why it´s my favorite and that is because of the Writing month challenge in which dedicated and awesome -maybe not all- writers write a 50000 word story.

my dear friend, Saku´s been doing it for two years, three years this year and she´s done it amazingly! I´ve had the great delight to read every single day those two past years and this year's been sad because I couldnt do it but I know that she´s done it great and one day I´ll read -if she let me- all those amazing words and all of the other post I´ve missed. I miss reading it ...but that´s not the point here...

The point is that Yay!!! congratulations Saku!!!! you're awesome!!!!!! Im so proud of you!!

mmmmm so, I had two images and I liked them both so this has two versions haha -also, the idea was that I´d have many more quotes but these are some of my favorite and some things you said about them too ^^ -it´s not much but I hope you like it

https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B_HY3PDfTc1naUp1dV9yeFNQaDg/edit

https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B_HY3PDfTc1nb1Ntb0ZLektNTHM/edit

Speaking hearts

"Good night, I love you." A message sent through air and waves. She meant it, she felt it.
"Right.... -on the other side of the box, she rolled her eyes- just a bunch of words..." she sighed, she didn´t trust the three words even if she also felt it...

Their hearts just didn´t speak the same language.

When I miss you

If everybody died and she survived, I´d be happy.

my days are too boring without her

She´s light, she´s color and rainbows

when she´s not with me I just breath, 

becoming another wall, another one of the tiles, another furniture

my smile, my voie and peace are gift only she can produce

one day

The day will come when we won't have to cry,

When the only pain will be in our bellies after laughing too much

The day will come when we see only sunrise, and the sun won't hurt our eyes and it will not burn our skin

The day will come when our dreams won't be anymore, they'll be our life;

Nightmares will be over, the memory of a life that's so deep in the past that it might just be a legend

The day will come when our hearts will be light as a feather and songs will burst out of our chest

I have seen that day, it's in my mind, it is not a story, it is not a dream, it is a fact. The clock's ticking, taking us closer to the moment we long for

It is right ahead in our path, waiting for us to arrive, at the right time, when we are supposed to, right when all the planets align and the stars shine and the sun forgets whether it's rising up or sinking in

The time will come

Oct 2014

**** The funny thing is that I get these moments in which I glimpse these things and then... pain comes and life happens... And it's just a dream but I guess that when I wrote it, the few minutes it took me to do it, when it poured out of my mind, I believed it, I saw it

sweet child.

Tomorrow you start a new phase in your life.

It feels like a little goodbye.

Your little hands couldn't be trusted upon me. That is sad.

But I know you'll be better that way.

You'll learn all sorts of things.

Maybe tomorrow you can tell me about them with your candid words;

I'll be so proud of you

Even if you are not mine

'Cause I love you so much

Tomorrow, at this time, you'll enter a new world

But you already had a glimpse of it

And you took it in stride

All confidence and curiosity,

You remind me so much of another sweet child I love.

Tomorrow, at this time, I'll be worried about you

And I'll be wondering if you feel lonely,

If you are crying, if you're scared

If you are hungry for a familiar face

I'll be wanting so bad to go to you and rescue you from my imaginary worries

Tomorrow, at the end of the day

I'll want to know all about your conquest and your success

And all about your tears and your fears

I'll long to hug you and tell you I'm so proud of you

That you're a brave, sweet child

That no matter how many others have done it already,this time is unique and especial,

Because it is you

So many quests await you,

So many journeys to take,

So many paths that'll lead you away and closer

So many wonders to discover

I wish I could be there to see you fly, to pick you up if you ever fall

From where I stay I'm worrying at the same time that I cheer for you,

I'm scared because the world is a scary place at the same time I know you'll be just fine because you're strong

Have an amazing day tomorrow, sweet child.

Oct 26 2014

Ella

When you sleep will it be with me?

That's a question in the song that's stuck in my head;

It's a question that once toyed with my brain.

She is dressed in a black elegant dress.

Only once she's let me see her curls, I mused, always straightened hair.

She's walking towards the stage.

In my eyes, she glides magnificently, she's a star.

I'm far apart, all the way across the ocean of people.

What if she calls me to her and I can't walk to her side, I fretted in my mind.

She's so beautiful.

She's ethereal to my eyes

You taught me that things don't have to be perfect for it to be perfect, I wrote for her.

From the distance, she looks at me, she smiles

I have a goofy grin. I love her smile, tiny smirk, it ignites her eyes.

I want to go to her.

I need her to come to me. She's smiling at me, and I think that she will come to me.

I'm all nerves, I'm all excitement

All I want to do is to look at her, in her black elegant dress.

I wake up with the warmth of her embrace,

Like when she used to hug me tightly

The sunlight bathes my room completely, it hurts my eyes 

It's five thirty in the morning

I want so bad to see her,

Only, Ella would make me wake up so early in the morning willingly

I shook my head and sighed. I hadn't dreamed of her in a while.

Ella.

Oct 25 2014

Manly

It is so weird that I wake up in the morning feeling like I've actually slept seven hours but that's how I woke up this morning when my alarm clock pull me out of my warm sleep. I have to change the tone of my alarm, I thought, it was a song I liked but I had started to hate it since it was the one that stole my dreams away.

I sat up, yawned and rubbed my eyes as I moved out from under the blanket. Blindly I looked for my sleepers with my feet lifting them quickly when they touched the cold floor. I stood up and pulled my pajama pants up, for some reason they always hung down my hips when I wake up.

Without turning the lights on, I went to the bathroom and automatically showered, my eyes were open but without seeing the light blue walls or really focusing in anything else. My hands washed my skin as I did every day for the past twenty two years. My father had always said that I showered wrong, I didn't care. He said you were to start from your head down and not from your feet up like I did. I huffed as I randomly thought about it, already cleaned and completely awake. One thing missing: to brush my teeth.

I keep my toothpaste and toothbrush inside a white cabinet with a mirror on its door over the sink. I put the blue paste on my toothbrush, I made a mental note to buy another, I'll soon need a new one. For some reason right before I start cleaning my teeth I always look at myself on the mirror.

After my shower mist had covered the mirror, I cleaned it with my hand and saw my reflection. I saw my eyes first, deep dark brown, the color of the kind of coffee that could keep you awake all night, my short eye lashes... My round face didn't look as round, instead it had angles, my jaw had changed, a shadow covered it. I touched my cheek

"I need to shave" my mind said to me knowing something I didn't. I blinked and focused on my face. I was so accustomed to see my face that I had assumed it was the same and had dismissed the new shape, the strong jaw line and squared forehead, the darker eyebrows, the short hair that I had just combed back with my fingers....even the fact that I had to bend down to properly look at my face on the mirror

I refocused my eyes, noticing my neck wasn't as thin as before and now it had something... "Adam's

apple" my brain informed me. Ok, I said appraising the slightly raised skin over the bone. And I moved my eyes lower, where my frail shoulders and lean arms had been I had broad shoulders and the arms that come with the body I had woken up in.

I looked at myself again, taking in my face, neck and naked shoulders. I looked a lot like my father but leaner. I looked like my brother but younger. I kinda looked like my father's brother but without curls. The man had always been handsome.

I realized this was me. I had gone to bed as a girl and had woken up as a man. I felt pleased, not because I had a new body but because like the other one, it was my body and I felt comfortable in it. Maybe my mind had changed a little, too, I liked the way I looked, I liked it a lot. With a laugh that didn't have my former higher pitch I went out of the bathroom. This was me.