Mirrors are Scary.
Power Director 8 Ultra.
My editing software arrived today. Oh How Happy I feel. My future starts here. I am positive it will work properly on this apparatus we call computer. Cleaning up. Clean up. Hey 8 is my birthday number. How coincidental. =)
Looking for objects, photos, texts and ideas. To rejuvenate them. Refresh them.
It is more beautiful to describe the nameless, for your own imagination can bend...– I and stolen thoughts of life.
As humans we are born to create. We create love, pain, ideas and the bottle sitting on top of your desk. So as we wake up every SINGLE day walking through life, using all these resources, why don’t we all strive to seek more knowledge that will help other ones. One. We are all distant siblings so if we are all one what I don’t understand is why don’t we make it our goal in...
Un Mundo Sin Calzones
Una sonrisa. Que dirian los demas. Cuando la orilla llego sin olas. Al ver que las flores paraban de ser. En el mundo sin calzones. Sin olor humedo de los perros mojados. El savor de la cocina de tu madre, nada. Los rayos del sol te dan frio. En el mundo sin calzones. No sabre que decir. Ni de que llorar. Caminare con ignorancia. Caminare con la ruleta. De nuestros dias. En el mundo...
Cow Lashes. Dog Paws. Kitty Litters. Deep Breath. GOing there……..NOW! Very Simple Thoughts. Smile.
SCREAM IT. MAN..man....man...mahn
This lack of knowledge bothers me every single day of my life. Though it does not kill me, the feeling of not knowing concerns me. It must be normal to feel this way….I guess.
To embrace this new culture. Is to leave some of mine behind. How do I go on without destroying my own? How do I show face wearing the it? How will can I live on without killing my fathers? Sacrificing their blood to keep moving on. I am terrified, petrified. This is not what they wanted. This is not what they dreamed of. This is not what they believed in. I am ashamed. How do I forgive...
Thomas' speech at the end of "Smoke Signals."
The poem is by Dick Lourie. How do we forgive our Fathers? Maybe in a dream Do we forgive our Fathers for leaving us too often or forever when we were little? Maybe for scaring us with unexpected rage or making us nervous because there never seemed to be any rage there at all. Do we forgive our Fathers for marrying or not marrying our Mothers? For Divorcing or not divorcing our Mothers? And shall...
I could do this all day. Look within you and see it all. Your green eyes. A gray sea on top of a mountain. Your brown eyes. A baby’s first laugh. Your gray eyes. The leaf across the bridge. Your hazel eyes. And a father making amends. Your purple eyes. I hear it all. All day. Everyday. Through those eyes. Yanett Ramirez
My step quickens. My breath hastens. I hear footsteps. I sense a figure. You are following me. So close but still far away. I don’t know what to make of you. I begin to run. The pain in my feet increases. Running faster than hunger. Running faster than love. I look back one more time. You are not there. Where could you be? Not knowing where you are scares me. Your abscence makes...