Thursday, July 18, 2013

Handsome Writers

Source: Brainpicking's Tumblr

In the picture above, you can find:

1) Ernest Hemmingway
2) Aldous Huxley
3) Mary Carr
4) Neil Gaiman
5) I forgot who that is (sorry)

This is especially worrisome when you're the kind of person that, when photographed, generally looks like this:
I'm the one on the left. No, not the ridiculously photogenic girl on the right. That's the best friend that constantly overshadows me :)

Like, would you please look at young Mary Carr? Are you kidding me?

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Good Night

Perhaps 17 was too old to start decorating the ceiling above my bed with glow-in-the-dark star-and-planet stickers. But at 17 I still hadn't tried pot, was a virgin, and hadn't started fully smoking cigarettes. And if I had done all those things, I still would have stuck the stickers on the ceiling.

Because when I was 4, I had a teddy bear called "Blue," as that was the shade of his fur. The teddy bear was thrown to the trash, and replaced by a white tiger, called "Rebecco," for reasons I no longer recall. When Rebecco decided to return to the jungle, I was left alone. Along came Anne, my imaginary red-headed friend (yes, I extracted my imaginary friend from the books). After a while, Anne forgot me. Along came God. And I still have God, but now I have the stars too.

Maybe I won't have his green eyes to bid farewell to the Days, maybe I won't have Happyness, but at least I have the stars everyday.

Every night I close my eyes; I might not be sleeping in a cherry tree, but every night I have the stars to kiss my forehead. Good night.

Saturday, July 13, 2013

The Return of Phony Sundays!

Ah, vacations. I've been stuyding a lot (because I'm a nerd), reading a lot, discovering my city, eating a bunch of shits (did you know there's such a thing as a brownie in a mug, and that it takes like two minutes to make? Oh yes, I'm never getting skinny again.)

I missed you, phony sundays. Especially since I downloaded very cool new filters to my Hipstamatic.

Sunday, July 7, 2013


Because most bloggers are showing off their summeryness and I would hate to feel left out, here are some pictures of my trip to Israel back in December.

Swimming with the fishes in Eilat's Red Sea. What a beautiful place.

Friday, July 5, 2013

Remembering Cuzco

A friend of mine is currently in Cuzco. What a bitch. Cuzco, after Jerusalem, is the most beautiful city I've ever been in. The vacations I had there with my family were the best we've ever had. What a place. What a city. I felt like I was immerse in a García Márquez novel, regardless of the fact that Cuzco is in Perú and not in Colombia. Latin America has some defining marks to characterize it throughout.

Cuzco's flag is the same as the gay flag. Can it get any better?

I would love so much to return.

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

I Won't Apologize

Friday was the best night of my life

I used to be an avid fan of music. You know, the kind that uploads stuff to 8tracks. I listened to everything. Rock, reggae, pop, jazz, folk. Music in Spanish, in English, in Portugese, in French, in Italian, in Hebrew. Really, a lot of stuff. Varied stuff.

But that phase of my life is over. And I'm not sorry to have seen it go.

I have a new passion in my life. It's beyond music.

His name is Jorge Drexler.

Now, for you poor souls who can't appreciate the beauty of his lyrics because of a language barrier, I say LEARN SPANISH. In the meantime, he's got a small number of songs in English. They fall short to what the real Drexler is, but it's still something:

(I know that it's a cover from Radiohead's song, but, hear me out; RADIOHEAD IS NOTHING next to the beauty of Jorge Drexler.)

Now, listen to me, bloggers. I love English. It's a beautiful language. I feel at home when narrating or describing in it, but, unfortunately, I feel that poetry in English lacks the flicker of Spanish romanticism and passion. What with Pablo Neruda, Gabriela Mistral, Vicente Huidobro, Miguel Hernandez, Federico García Lorca... the list goes on and on. And it ends with Drexler. Here's my current favorite:

PS. I saw him live on Friday and it was AMAZING. I love him. I really do. I'm never getting married, unless it's to him. Jorge, just letting you know: I'm saving my virginity for YOU. (This is the kind of promise as that from Love in the Times of Cholera.)

I don't care if you don't understand my love. Few can. But those who do, live in the utmost height of exasperate enamourment. 

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Places My Boots Were

I'm not that creative. I couldn't have come up with the phrase "I can't understand people that say they love rain, and yet hide every time it arrives." (Or something like that.) I don't know where the phrase comes from, or how it goes exactly, but I agree.

So in defiance of the fraidy-cats who hide from rain, the day I took my last test and hey vacations, I decided to channel my "my life has lost purpose now that I don't have to study" and took a walk. It was also an appropriate time to use my very uncomfortable and unworn Hunters. I had a fun time getting soaked through and through (you can't see the rain in the pictures, but, trust me, it was raining.)

Here's a documentary in still-lifes of what happened on that walk:

Quite a melodrama, huh?

Monday, July 1, 2013

Greetings July

Greetings to road trips. Greetings to reading, and reading anything I want. Greetings to coming back to blogging, to writing a lot, listening to music, drinking tea and coffee, enjoying Twitter, enjoying friendships. Greetings to try to getting along with my parents, once and for all. Greetings to trying to remember what it is like to live. To research my city. To look at the stars. To observe the flickering flames. To write.

Greetings July.

I'm not going to get bogged down in your gray!
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