Penélope

I think I've developed a serious lady-crush on Penélope Cruz. For the past almost 2 years now I have found her to be one of the most seriously beautiful women alive today. I've always had a hard time accepting that I'm latina. Latinas have either very strong features or very delicate features. I find that I have a mixture of both, and it's safe to say that I have always found it difficult to feel that I look pretty. I have really big eyes, a very dainty nose and full, big lips. And not to mention a full, round face. I've always had the mentality that there are no pretty spanish women. I just hated the way we all look. But looking at Penélope has changed my mind. And now she's gone and made me love her even more- she designs a line for the chain of stores called Mango. Her and sister collaborate on a line that has such beautiful pieces, a lot of them inspired by their native Spain. I picked up the spring/summer '09 catalogue for Mango and I literally ripped all her pictures out and stuck them on my wall.

a new look from the '09 catalogue

Eric

walkin with each other, think we'd never match at all.

but we do, but we do, but we do, but we do.

i thought i knew myself, somehow you know me more.

i've never known this never before.

you're the first to make up whenever we argue.

i don't know who i'd be if i didn't know you.

new found glory

help, I’m alive

my heart keeps beating like a hammer

I went ice skating today...in rubber rain boots. Cassandra forced me to let it go- let it all go. It was clarity. It made me realize so much, especially that it's ok to be human, to make MISTAKES and to ADMIT DEFEAT.

I saw life through new eyes today.

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Yo adivino el parpadeo
De las luces que a lo lejos
Van marcando mi retorno.
Son las mismas que alumbraron
Con sus plidos reflejos
Hondas horas de dolor.
Y aunque no quise el regreso
Siempre se vuelve
Al primer amor.
La vieja calle
Donde me cobijo
Tuya es su vida
Tuyo es su querer.
Bajo el burlon
Mirar de las estrellas
Que con indiferencia
Hoy me ven volver.
Volver
Con la frente marchita
Las nieves del tiempo
Platearon mi sien.
Sentir
Que es un soplo la vida
Que veinte aos no es nada
Que febril la mirada
Errante en las sombras
Te busca y te nombra.
Vivir
Con el alma aferrada
A un dulce recuerdo
Que lloro otra vez.
Tengo miedo del encuentro
Con el pasado que vuelve
A enfrentarse con mi vida.
Tengo miedo de las noches
Que pobladas de recuerdos
Encadenen mi soar.
Pero el viajero que huye
Tarde o temprano
Detiene su andar.
Y aunque el olvido
Que todo destruye
Haya matado mi vieja ilusion,
Guardo escondida
Una esperanza humilde
Que es toda la fortuna
De mi corazn.
Volver
Con la frente marchita
Las nieves del tiempo
Platearon mi sien.
Sentir
Que es un soplo la vida
Que veinte aos no es nada
Que febril la mirada
Errante en las sombras
Te busca y te nombra.
Vivir
Con el alma aferrada
A un dulce recuerdo
Que lloro otra vez.