Dare: Describe men as they describe women in poems.

Mexican, Spaniard, Lebanese, quite contrasting but alike.

Men, men, men: Libras, Leos, Virgos, Pisces and Geminis

Fire, water, air and sand,

Midnight walks while being friends with architecture, beach volleyball, tapas and long nights.

Men, men, men: 

Brown, blue, black and hazel eyes.

Power, peace, poise, adventure and spicy fights!

Tongue, cologne, beer, wine, capoeira, languages, samba and Brazilian flights.

I hear music: drums playing, a singing voice and bass.

Men, men, men: 

Politics, Carolina Herrera, nihilism, Isabel Allende, magic, sensualism, science and arts.

Moon, darkness, sun and light!

Inspiration all around, 

Dan Marino, John Lydon, Eduardo del Río, Santiago Calatrava, Oscar Wilde, Niccolo Machiavelli, Friedrich Nietzsche, Eric Prydz and my treasured Auguste Rodin.

The son, the boyfriend, the husband, the dad, the friend, the grandpa, all beautiful inside.

My friend the ghoster.

 A veces desaparezco, a  veces estoy, a veces estoy pero parece que no, y otras en las que no quiero estar y todos me ven. Asi yo en la amistad. Nunca he sido una amiga que te llama todos los días, que está en todas las buenas y todas las malas, me pierdo muchos momentos, pero si eres mi amiga te quiero, te defiendo y te celo.

Soy una persona de pocos amigos y aunque me ausento, me gusta cuidar esas relaciones y fomentar el lazo mientras considere que tenemos cosas en común. Si la gente cambia, pero he notado que no soy tan abierta en aceptar cambios en general. Obviamente a mi me gusta que me acepten como soy y conforme me desarrolle y transforme, pero me cuesta un poquitín de trabajo hacerlo yo.

A veces solo quiero estar en casa, entre mis pertenencias, descansando y recuperándome de los estímulos externos, y otras... busco a mis amigas para salir y platicar, reír y quejarme. Aunque a veces no pasa de ahí, de decir que lo haremos.

¿Cómo suelo hacer amigos? Siempre es alguien más platicador que yo que me haga sentir confianza y después ya me animo a hacer preguntas y saber más de la otra persona.

También ha habido ocasiones en las que si veo a alguien interactuar y se que vamos a compartir un espacio, como fue en su momento un salón de clases, les "echo el ojo" y pienso: ella me gusta para amiga. 

¿A qué viene todo esto? Qué a pesar de que desaparezco, también soy comprensiva cuando mis amigos están ocupados.  Se que en la vida de un adulto esto es normal, life gets busy, doctor's appointments, taking care of parents, your kid's after school activities, dinner, laundry, homework, REST...  But what happens when all of the sudden you feel a "vibe", you don´t get the reply (Not just one reply, many)?  You are  now the only one trying to find a time to meet and the time never comes. When is it a good moment to stop trying?  Because I usually give up easily on a friendship, but this time I gave a few extra opportunities, but I still feel the commitment is gone.

How do I feel? It sucks, we shared a lot of things together, we were there for each other in dark deep moments, but  the friend disappeared for me and the time has come for me to let it go. 

Why do I think it happened?  I have a few ideas, but nothing big or serious, and I did nothing wrong. I am a neurotic driver and had 0 tolerance for slow people but I am a good person after all.  So I guess I can't break up a friendship when she ghosted me in the 1st place, so that makes it easier in a way.

Eso si, siempre le agradeceré haber influido en mi proceso de transformación personal y física, Too bad it did not last.

Firma la ardida.

Stories of Platonic Love

Once upon a time, there was a 14-year-old girl who woke up one day from a dream, and the consequence was love. She fell in love in a dream, and it felt real for months. This boy was gorgeous, smart, spiritual but he wouldn't look at her (me) as she saw him.  I moved on quickly anyway.

¿Cómo podía ser posible enamorarse después de soñar? Bueno, pues eso volvió a suceder. I was 20 years old and once again, I woke up felling in love, but this time, with a girl.  She was my boss probably in her 30's and I had met her about a month earlier.  She was super sweet, smart, and was filled with patience, such a great attribute (One I lack)! But it just happened.  It was nothing sexual at all, just pure admiration, but I felt the butterflies in my stomach and it would make me happy to think about her.   It was confusing, I was as confused as I felt when I fell in love with a boy at 13 for the first time,  it was all new!  It didn't last long, since I stopped seeing her soon after.

A few years later I didn't wake up from a dream in love again, It just happened slowly, with another girl. After seeing her quite often, I started to feel attracted to her, her beauty was hard to describe: her long curly hair, sweet eyes, lips, her personality...  I was infatuated. And even though I was attracted to her appearance, it still wouldn't be more than that for me. 

I think I fit the Sensualist archetype from Robert Green's The Art of Seduction, described as someone deeply in touch with sensation, beauty, atmosphere, smells, touch, and pleasure.  Basically, I enjoy beauty wherever I find it, and I love to contemplate it. 

Even though I´ve had these experiences, I would still describe me as straight because I've never wanted more than to admire beauty, just a simple platonic love.   Has this ever happened to you?  ¡En fin! Random life memories.

The Bather

Let's pretend we are Simonetta Vespucci as the Nymph

This year life surprised me with 2 tests, and I failed both, they were exactly the same but even though I failed, I learned the lesson.  

At the very far end I know when to step away and disengage from day to day situations and friendships.

The journey of the flyers

The silence of the birds… flying their own way.

In different trees, each has a cozy nest of their own.

Once or twice a year, they get to share the sky at the same time,

but they still fly with their own flock.

From time to time, their paths cross.

With a subtle glance, they can tell they are growing

and there on the horizon, the only exchange is a silent knowing.

 Below the whitest cloud, they recognize one another,

quiet, yet invisibly woven as a child to its the mother.