Garden

Rosy sky, black forests,
At the mountain where Afroditis rests.
Worship at her feet,
Among quivering orchids retreat.

Cielos rosa, bosques negros

En la montaña en la que Afrodita descansa.

Adora a sus pies,

entre temblorosas orquídeas reposa.

Refuge warm and ready,
Blank mind, galloping heart, knees unsteady,
Silky pearls and many treasures,
fountain of life and pleasure.

Un refugio tibio y listo,

Mente en blanco, corazón galopante, piernas débiles,

Perlas como seda y un gran tesoro,

Fuente de vida y placer.

The embrace of quiet darkness,
Dance of stars and fire caress
Forbidden, covetted, sacred deviation
My garden of creation.

El abrazo de la serena oscuridad.

Prohibido, codiciado, sagrada desviación,

Danza de estrellas y caricias de fuego,

Mi jardín de la creación. 

Infinity

A few days ago I found a piece of plasterboard in the garage and I thought it´d be good to paint something on it. Yesterday and today I´ve felt I needed paint to feel better. My mother enjoys watching design/DIY shows and there is one where this artist sort of teaches techniques to paint, I never see them unless it sounds interesting...I saw one yesterday, and said I´d try it but I ended up doing my own thing haha didn’t follow the technique they showed instead I decided to go by feeling which is what I always do when it comes to artsy stuff and that painting happened. I don’t know if it´s good, I never know if what I create is good.

It makes me happy when my family like the artsy things that I do, specially when it comes to drawing and painting and I always know when they like them for real (they always say it´s good but I know sometimes they don’t think so) I know that they actually like my drawings/paintings when they hang them on the wall or place them on the tables in the living room/dining room... Still with this, sometimes I don’t know if it´s good, they´re my family after all, they are supposed to support me haha. It also makes me happy to share my whimsy creations with my friend Saku (I was just thinking this morning that though we´re so very far geographically I feel like she´s one of the closest friends I have) I like her little comments and I kinda think that she´s just like my family, a little -a lot- biased towards my stuff just because they know me.

This friend I´m talking about has this amazing story. In it there is this boy, an awesome boy, he´s like my Mr.Darcy of the non-published stories hahaha sometimes I think that if I could meet only one of them I´d die of frustration because I wouldn’t know which one to choose haha In the story, this boy, Dominic is like the embodiment of confidence and deep thinking, the first he shows, no, it oozes from him, it´s impossible not to notice it; the latter though, he seem to keep to himself most of the times, he seems to share it with his girlfriend, the sweetheart Michaela, I think what he shares more is his confidence and since it oozes from him haha she´s kinda absorbing it for herself which is great since she really needs it. I think all of this has to do with that picture above these paragraphs since, both my dear friend and the hottie have given me one of those things I consider a gift. Words.

Saku, my friend, said this character is interested in abstract art...this is what he said about mine:

"What do you see?" I asked Dominic as we stood in front of the painting.

"It... It looks like stars. Not shooting stars but like the wind is pushing them. Does that make sense?" He narrowed his gaze and glanced my way.

"I can see that, I think." I caressed my chin with my fingertips. "Tell me more." I grinned at him.

"It's strange because the wind is pushing the stars towards space but the wind itself is spinning towards a different infinity."

"Infinity?" My eyes widened. "I want to know about that infinity." I stroked his arm. He chuckled and took a wide step away from the artwork and me.

He truly is the embodiment of confidence, it´s reached even me, now with that.

This is what my friend said about abstract art, I like it; she has a better opinion of it than me (haha)

"It could be seen as easy but it's mysterious and that's what makes people flock to it I think, that they could be right and anyone can guess anything."

There is nothing like hugs made words. Thank you Saku, thank you Dom and thank you Mike too ;)

DL-cover

My sweet sweet friend made something that I really love. I really wanted to post it here, I´m glad she let me. It´s her idea of a cover for DL if it were to be published.
I´m very glad that you took the time to make this one, Saku

Double Life: cover?

Ok, so I was thinking about what I´d like to have in DL if it was a book,  and well... this is what I came out with ...NOt was good as I wanted but .... well, just an idea

Skies

Balboa Park

An afternoon in Los Planes de Renderos 

San Blas Beach

Santa Ana

I liked those clouds

A milpa -corn field- in Santa Ana

Santa Ana

San Diego -La Libertad Port

Procession

I got a phone so that means I got a camera again which means pix! Today, unexpectedly as we drove to the mountain we found a procession. It was very colorful and it had both the traditions that the Spanish people left us and the traditions that our ancestors left us.

decorated palms

Virgin of Fatima -I really like how this pix turned out with the trees and the flowers

This is part of what ancient Mayans left us. That was a cross with different fruits and corn. Before Spanish ppl came, around this time, Mayans offered the gods fruits and corn to thank them for the rain

Many of the palms had different designs -some I had never seen before

Guitar Pick/ Evil in your heart

I just realized that I have Nichole´s Guitar Pick necklace... so, this is how hers is supposed to look like, except that I imagine hers to have either a white or a black guitar pick -oh and mine doesn´t have the cat, but I´ll see if I can add it -haha- just to have it I guess

And since I´m adding DL stuff, there´s a song that is a lot like what Nic thinks of herself. The "song" is the intro Paramore used for one of their tours -so it´s not really a song- apparently it´s called "Evil in Your Heart"

Nature

I really like that pinkish tone in the middle of the sky

just the texture of a rock -I like textures

humble flower, you gotta look under if you want to see it

reminded me of what Nichole -DL- likes to see

on a parking lot, the nicest parking lot I´ve seen

a barely visible rainbow on a cloudy morning

same rainbow ...I altered the lighting in this one a little

looking up

on a traffic jam today, instead of looking ahead where there were many cars  I decided to look up

Taken at 2:00 as I was running late for my job

There was a trailer blocking the road... I got to take this picture

Some man that had gotten out of his car since we weren´t moving looked at me funny b/c I was taking this picture

woods and flowers

Miscelanea

pills, pill, pills. When will they be over?

Burgeoy School -maybe, I want to make the school where Nic, Josh and Aaron go. 

My favorite of the bunch. This pear was delicious, sweet and juicy. 

Espumillas! -a kind of sweet

The clouds have some orange-ish glow. The view from my door. 

I stopped on the side of the road so I could take this one. It made me happy by only being there. 

Muse

Bright and michevous eyes looked at me.
I was made captive by my own will.
A smirk at your lips pierced my dazed heart.

I remember...

Just the memory of the sound of your voice is responsible for countless stained sheets
with doodles of  dreams and fantasies.

I close my eyes...

I feel your soft long fingers playing with my hair as,
unaware, you shake thoughts and worlds out of my head.

I come back...

I hated you so much,
never failing to interrupt my sleep in the middle of the night
despite that
I wept when you threatened to walk away.

And then...

You were pushed away but you fought to stay
You keept the blindfold over my eyes...
waiting,
carving yourself slowly in my skin
while time was melting away quietly.
Gently, you tugged at the knot that held the darkness in place,
hinting for me to take it off
invinting me to see you in your shiny, white, polished esplendour.

My hands obeyed before my head could disapprove.
The blindfold fell,
I saw you in awe.
You smiled and took off
You left me only with a withered yellow flower inside the old book we shared.

I wonder....

Are you gone to inspire some other after me?
Are you gone to make some other go blind and deaf to everything but you?
Will you ever come back?

I fight...

Your colors is all that i see now,
Your music is all I hear now.
I keep breathing you...
even your absense and the hole you left in my chest bleed poetry
because you, oh so cruel,
are words of all that I didin´t know before you.
The verses are flying away without a case to keep them
showing merciless that  now you are gone
without you here everything´s  gray, air and space.

*****
The pix is mine, that is a very very old flower, it has like four years old, almost like this poem, the book, however, is new, it has just a few days, again, almost like this poem. I want to start using my own pix for my writings, we´ll see how that goes -or not...

Landscape

This "picture" has just been finished. My very talented mother made it from scratch. She made it using cross stitch... she´s very patient...

from the window

picture taken from my window. Thunders were heard.

A minute later of the first shot

during the same minute, the sky got this gray. The sky was crying.

The sky seemed to wanted to cry. This pictures were taken one after another, it got dark really quick but as quickly the rain passed.

Sunset

This is how the sun looked at the end of this summer -during May-

with the sun like this, it was kinda hard to drive, this is exactly how I saw the street ahead of me

This is on of my favorite of this bunch because of how the sunlight was reflected on the street