Going to work in a golden satin shirt under a cotton sky with a days worth of work in my thought, jumping left and right not be be smashed my cars. Beggars with hungry eyes, roaring minibuses and a hot morning sun, let go of your heart, let go of your head and feel it now, the morning and the injustice and the simple sad life.
Here is my heart, take my hand dear Life, I want to paint you, live you and loath you and cry you and misunderstand you and reconciliate with you, that is the only way I know how to live you.
This week has been a collection of long but good and productive days. Professional clues resolved and a sullen full moon to go with it.
Random thoughts by my bottle of Cola Zero, high pulse.
The house shakes, heavy traffic at the avenue a few blocks away.
Love more art, travel more and see more, dance more, learn more. I still don´t know the names of the people in my new house. Waiting for a miracle to happen with my Saturday Night.
Today, as all days, whenever I return from my boyfriends house in a Micro minibus, I see a man in a wheelchair and he is not doing well at all, he is circulating around and around and the traffic could jam him down anytime. Class-thinking, brain-shrinking, open up, open up...and that includes me too, getting wrid of what has become so familiar. So what if the whole wide world were about to fall apart, who would be prioritized at the time of evacuation?
Here is my heart, take my hand dear Life, I want to paint you, live you and loath you and cry you and misunderstand you and reconciliate with you, that is the only way I know how to live you.
This week has been a collection of long but good and productive days. Professional clues resolved and a sullen full moon to go with it.
Random thoughts by my bottle of Cola Zero, high pulse.
The house shakes, heavy traffic at the avenue a few blocks away.
Love more art, travel more and see more, dance more, learn more. I still don´t know the names of the people in my new house. Waiting for a miracle to happen with my Saturday Night.
Today, as all days, whenever I return from my boyfriends house in a Micro minibus, I see a man in a wheelchair and he is not doing well at all, he is circulating around and around and the traffic could jam him down anytime. Class-thinking, brain-shrinking, open up, open up...and that includes me too, getting wrid of what has become so familiar. So what if the whole wide world were about to fall apart, who would be prioritized at the time of evacuation?
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HighLights
d I am going to have my very own photo exhibition at the legendary cultural centre and jazz/rock bar La Noche! in Lima, in July!
d At work I use my lunchbreak for personal writing and in the morning i do some flickring. Hurray for Herbalife, saves times!
d Starbucks has the loveliest Chai Tea Latte on the planet Tellus and I tried it by accident.
d Doing a story about Peruvian culinary! Mmmm includes visits to a Jungle restaurant tomorrow, trips to explore potato I haven´t seen before and revisiting my favourite place by the Pacific Ocean on Monday, the white restaurant with the endless buffet.
d I have tickets for the Vagina Monologues at Teatro Marsano in Lima.
d Inner Beauty. . .
d The Earth from Above. The Earth should be the mayor protagonist of all news, everyday. Glaciers...
d The dollar has been rising!
d I updated my Flickr! And discovered Issuu.
d I got away from being robbed a few days ago, with a few seconds margin.
d I have ordered new glasses! Cheap and pretty, which makes life perfect and balanced heeee...
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