SCENTS

Random scents remind me of...
Even when I'm far away, where nothing is the same
& living is a need to work for & not a pleasure that is
delightfully enjoyed, like for some.

Odd scents...
Like the smell of my grandmother's face powder,
that someone just as refined decided to use that day.
Dusty, strong and white like the face of a geisha.

Scents...
Like horse sweat,
as I walk by a "caballeriza"*,
in the nearby woods around me.
It reminds me of my father's truck
& my grandfather's farm house.

Simple scents...
A familiar perfume on a stranger's skin,
that makes my mind visualize my best friend's fresh-smiling face
& the warmth of her embrace.

Erotic scents...
Those romantic and euphoric filled scents,
Like the one's worned by men, who decide to ride the same bus
as I, this morning. It did, indeed, give me butterflies
while I thought of that long, lost and unreachable past love.

Odd familiar scents...
precious memories & gifts given to me by strangers for free.

I Would Do it All Over Again

Summer is gone,
But so is the living it easy.
Everyone is worried about where to go,
In the place I just walked out a few months ago,
And oh, I miss it so!

Fall is approaching,
And winter comes after.
What marvelous Mville disaster.
Leaves on the ground,
They color our world,
As we walk a few steps to the nearest exit door.

What’s to become,
Of the new to come?
What’s it to be,
Of Mville or better yet of me?

I did hate some mornings,
Where I had to wake to learn.
But oh, how I miss the smell
of the sweaty, carpeted, and noisy
Dorm room, I laid to rest.

I did regret the fact,
That flik food was all I had.
But now I long for "Food and Love In the Kitchen"
as a quick stop for a chat.

Reid Hall, the place that had it all.
History, offices, and haunted stories which made me fall in love.
I miss walking in to a castle everyday,
Have you ever wondered, damn! Mville made me a princess today!

Music, art, and always partying hard.
It’s the students’ motto right from the start.
Do not worry; I didn’t forget the other things.
Playing a sport and creating science, all sound like art to me!

And now as they walk in fresh,
I think to myself, if you give it to me again
I would take it no regrets.

Lyrics - "I wish I could go back to college by Avenue Q" (Broadway Musical)

I wish I could go back to college.
Life was so simple back then.

What would I give to go back and live in a dorm with a meal plan again!

I wish I could go back to college.
In college you know who you are.
You sit in the quad, and think, "Oh my God!
I am totally gonna go far!"

How do I go back to college?
I don't know who I am anymore!

I wanna go back to my room and find a message in dry-erase pen on the door!
Ohhh...
I wish I could just drop a class...

Or get into a play...

Or change my major...

Or fuck my T.A. (S.I)

I need an academic advisor to point the way!
We could be...
Sitting in the computer lab,
4 A.M. before the final paper is due,
Cursing the world 'cause I didn't start sooner,
And seeing the rest of the class there, too!

I wish I could go back to college!

How do I go back to college?!
AHHHH...

I wish I had taken more pictures.

But if I were to go back to college,
Think what a loser I'd be-
I'd walk through the quad,
And think "Oh my God...
...These kids are so much younger than me."

SMART WOMEN

Smart women know that…God gave them dating so that women can Discover the negatives in a man before they Get involve with him, not AFTER!

Smart women know that… If you go back to the wrong guy, Maybe you won’t have the opportunity to meet The right one.

Smart women know that… An “I love you” does not come out of an honest man’s mouth easily.

Smart women know that…Even though she might be the right woman, The wrong man will always be the wrong one.

Smart women know that…Every man that “doesn’t know what he wants” Does not deserve what he has.

Smart women know that… That unless she has connections with the Interpol, She must think twice before getting involve With a ladies’ man.

Smart women know that… Waiting for a man to change is like waiting To hit the numbers in the lottery.

And if the numbers hit:
Smart women know that…Some men change, but when they do They also change their women.

Smart women know that…It is not smart to stick to the sorrows and pain.

Smart women know that they should have:
-Enough courage to part when they’re not being loved.
-Enough financial stability and liberty to leave and have a place of their own, even if they don’t want it or need it.
-Youth that they can grow from, and leave behind and being pleased about it.
-A past filled with enough experiences, to be accounted for later in their life.
-The certainty that when they will grow old, they will have enough money in the bank to not depend on anyone.
-A tool box… and at least one BLACK LACED BRA.
-A beautiful piece of furniture in the house that did not belonged to anyone in the family.
-An e-mail, Table set for 8 people, wine glasses, and the recipe to make a splendid dinner for their guests.
-A skin care routine, an exercise plan, and a project to face those parts of life that do not improve after reaching 30.
-A solid start in a career they love.
-A successful and satisfying relationship.

Smart women know:
-How to fall in love without loosing themselves and stop being them.
-What they want concerning, children, relationships, and how to confront a friend without ruining the friendship.
-When to try everything… and when to let go and step away.
-How to have a great time in a party that they didn’t want to attend.
-How to ask for something they really want, in the way that they will most likely get it.
-That they can’t modify the width of their thighs or hips, or the way their PARENTS ARE.
-That their childhood might not have been perfect… but It’s already over.
-What they could, or could not do for love…. Or what they should or should not.
-How to live alone, by themselves… even if they don’t like it.
-Who they can trust and who they can’t.
-Where to go:
*to sit with their best friend or to a house in the beach or to THE MOUNTAINS, when their soul needs to be at peace.

Smart women know:
-That they shouldn’t forget how ideal would be to achieve all of this, but even though if you’re onàwhen you read it and you only feel connected to some, guess what?you're on the right track!

I've learned - Lines to live by...

I've learned that you cannot make someone love you.All you can do is be someone who can be loved and who loves.The rest is up to them.

I've learned that no matter how much I care,some people just won't or don't care back.

I've learned that it takes years to build up trust,and only seconds to destroy it.

I've learned that it's not what you have in your life,but who you have in your life that counts.

I've learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes.After that, you'd better know something else.

I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to the best others can dobut to the best you can do.

I've learned that it's not what happens to people that's important. It's what they do about it.

I've learned that you can do something in an instant that will give you heartache for life.

I've learned that no matter how thin you slice it, there are always two sides.

I've learned that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be. Practice does make perfect.

I've learned that it's a lot easier to react than it is to think.

I've learned that you should always leave loved ones with loving words.It may be the last time you see them.

I've learned that you can keep going long after you think you can't. (I've also leaned that you can go beyond what you think.)

I've learned that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.

I've learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I've learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first,the passion fades and there had better be something else to take its place.

I've learned that heroes are the people who do what has to be donewhen it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

I've learned that learning to forgive takes practice & courage. Hate is too easy and shitty.

I've learned that there are people who love you dearly, but just don't know how to show it.

I've learned that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I've learned that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.

I've learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you're down will be the ones to help you get back up.

I've learned that sometimes when I'm angry, I have the right to be angry,but that doesn't give me the right to be cruel.

I've learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.

I've learned that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

I've learned that maturity has more to do with what types of experiences you've had and what you've learned from them and less to do with how manybirthdays you've celebrated.

I've learned that you should never tell a child their dreams are unlikely or outlandish. Few things are more humiliating, and what a tragedy it would beif they believed it.



I've learned that your family won't always be there for you. It may seem funny,but people you aren't related to can take care of you and love you and teach you to trust people again. Some Families aren't biological.

I've learned that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt youevery once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

I've learned that it isn't always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to learn to forgive yourself.

I've learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken the world doesn't stop for your grief.

I've learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.

I've learned that sometimes when my friends fight, I'm forced to choose sideseven when I don't want to.

I've learned that just because two people argue, it doesn't mean they don't love each other. And just because they don't argue, it doesn't mean they do.

I've learned that sometimes you have to put the individual ahead of their actions.

I've learned that we don't have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I've learned that you shouldn't be so eager to find out a secret. It could change your life forever.

I've learned that two people can look at the exact same thingand see something totally different.

I've learned that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get hurt and you will hurt in the process.

I've learned that there are many ways of falling and staying in love.I've learned that no matter the consequences, those who are honest with themselves get farther in life.

I've learned that no matter how many friends you have, if you are their pillar you will feel lonely and lost at the times you need them most.

I've learned that your life can be changed in a matter of hoursby people who don't even know you.

I've learned that even when you think you have no more to give, when a friend cries out to you, you will find the strength to help.

I've learned that writing, as well as talking, can ease emotional pains.I've learned that the paradigm we live in is not all that is offered to us.

I've learned that credentials on the wall do not make you a decent human being.

I've learned that the people you care most about in life are taken from you too soon.

I've learned that although the word "love" can have many different meanings,it loses value when overly used.

I've learned that it's hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people's feelings and standing up for what you believe.

I've learned that there are and will be moments in life where I can trust a stranger better than a friend.

I've learned that the quick moments, little things and ordinary things in days that make life so spectacular.

I've learned that God didn't make everything in one day, so what makes me think that I can?...

I've learned that ignoring things won't make them go away or change them.

I've learned that when you want to take back on someone, you're only allowing them to hurt you more.

I've learned that is time and love that heals all.

I've learned that everyone, even the people you don't know, needs to be greated with a smile.

I've learned that nobody's perfect until you fall in love with them.

I've learned that life is tough.. but so am I.

I've learned that opportunities never go to waste, if you decide not to use them, someone else will.

I've learned that if you reside in bitterness, happiness will go some place else.

I've learned that one must speak softly, and with kind words, because some day one must swallow them back.

I've learned that smilling is the easiest way to improve your appearance.

I've learned that when a baby grabs your finger with their hold tiny hand for the first time, they have grabbed your life.

I've learned that everyone wants to reach and live in the top of the mountain, but that true happiness happens on your way up.

I've learned that advice should only be given in two ocassions. 1- when it is asked. 2- when life is in danger.

I've learned that when your in love, it shows.

I've learned that: light travels faster than sound, thats why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.

I've learned that being right sometimes is not important.

I've learned that falling in love is a risk that everyone should take at least once, if it's enough.

Lyrics - For Good - Wicked Soundtrack

I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them
And we help them in return

Well, I don't know
if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you...

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood

Who can say if
I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime
So let me say before we part
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you

You'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend...

Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood

Who can say if
I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
Because I knew you
I have been changed for good

And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness
For the things I've done you blame me for
But then, I guess we know
There's blame to share A
nd none of it seems to matter anymore

Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a bird in the wood

Who can say if I've been Changed for the better?
I do believe I have been Changed for the better
And because I knew you...
Because I knew you...
Because I knew you...
I have been changed for good...

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COLLEGE YEARS! - Manhattanville!

Thank you guys!!! i will never-never forget you... this is for you!!!

PROJECT END!

this is the end of the project!



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Last Breath

Eyes closed.
A body that cannot move.
I lay in a box,
Soon my eternal home
Nothing but wood.

In the vast of my mind,
People and their normal lives,
Contradicting the cries of loved ones
Who I hear drifting by.

Like a tree branched out
Connected to the earth and air,
The need of reaction I feel,
But a woodsman has taken it,
And I was not aware.

No more springs will I impatiently await.
No more beauty will I be able to retain.
Happy thoughts and sad times,
Only those remain.
And then my last breath, which
So abruptly has been taken away.
Critters are now my closes allies in this partake.

Repeated I love you, refrained from hating.
Smiled to strangers, and always up for debating.
A list of things is said about my behavior,
Which was so carefully explored to give a proper burial,
But never changed the way it ended
Only pretended, that a promise of salvation was intended.

Cold or Warm

Take it, all filled up with liquids.
Think! Your favorite flavor, ready to sip it?
Take it home, enjoy the ride.
Take it slow for now, don’t want to waste her down.
A gent, he opens the door.
Screw off, be careful not to fast!
Noises! Sounds!
Opening her makes the effervescent exploit.
She pours over, you taste her flavor.
Not to much, get ready because colder tastes better.
Slit in a thin one, long enough to warn her off.
Hurry up now or she will evaporate,
Or maybe take your time,
Sometimes too cold may bring stiffness for too long.
Wait for the warmth to start settling in.
Enjoy her all; take what she is made off.
Still have room for some more?
Maybe the same type she is made of?
Well she is empty now, dress her, and make her go!
Say goodbye;,
Are you up for a runner up?

A Sudden Change in Life

I observed my father as he sat.
Same chair he’s been sitting in
Every afternoon for years, watching television.
I noticed he was no longer watching it. His
Eyes faced it; his mind was shinning through them
Like as if he looked passed it.
His right hand held the weight of his head,
Like when a tree is bent by the wind
And the only thing holding it is
The need of survival and the responsibility
Of giving the leaves a place to live.
I stood still and suddenly the same
Uncomfortable feeling of being in a rollercoaster
Took control of my body.
The news had taken over our home.
The sunlight that shinned its way through the windows
Became dimmer.
Harsh words, disappointment, Depression,
Anger, Fear, Sadness and Despair,
Were silently written all over the walls and floors
As if with magic marker that only we could see.
They scrambled and fought their way
Across my room. There, another room just like mine.
Behind the door a hopeless soul cries.
I heard the screams that the love of a mother makes
When it thinks that it has failed. She held him.
He asked for forgiveness.
With each word that came out of his mouth,
He evolved into a man.
Innocence. Freedom. Gone.
Time to step up. Grow up. Be a man.
Time to become the image of our old man.
Sit in the same chair, watch television and care.

Those Days Back in September

I remember those days back in September,
When the smoke of an angel’s wings
Brought down daddy to his knees.

I remember those days back in September,
When a slippery tear divided my face,
And mama’s screams were shattered glass
Cutting my veins.

I remember those days back in September,
When sleeping was no longer a choice.

I remember those days back in September,
When at night, in my dreams,
I would write on the walls a promise made
To a nightmare and rose.

I remember those days back in September
When hospital’s hallways felt more like home,
Unlike stepping into my house
Where darkness and sorrows had taken control.

I remember that last day, years back, in September,
When grandma no longer came home with us.
She belonged to him and we had no saying in it at all.

Everyday with & against Time

A door opens into a world of cascades and a foggy reality.
The knob turning resembling a watch when it tells time.
The water runs from cold to warm.
Check the water temperature
Like a mother testing her newborn’s milk.

Take off the baggage of sleep that laid over you in your dreams.
Step into the bathtub shaped like a ship.
Feel the water touching your skin.

Take a piece of the sun and scrub away,
Wash away old fantasies that once remained.
Walk up to the water once again,
Rinse away till the new you is able to step away.

A time machine against time;
The knob turns the opposite way.
Now no water drips stay,
Eyes richly open, a new day awaits.

Breaking the Rules in a Foreign Land

1st night of the summer…
1st summer away from home…
Me,
walking around,
as if I held something to be passed on.

Host for the weekend…
Guest for the night…
Alcohol, music, and freedom,
breaking the rules,
in a foreign land,

Rain purring…
Grass hopping…
Bodies rubbing against the mist
that was keeping them apart
from the inhibitions that were to be left in the past.

Splash! Splash!
Screamed the water of the pond…
Lives were self-invited into it,
without permissions of sorts.

Swimming over streams of electricity,
created by the overseeing moonlight.
-We weren’t in there for too long,
gladiators were heading to us…
-We ran away, straight back to
where fear and jokes would linger.

All wet and scared,
She hides the evidence…
Knock, Knock Knock!
Scary sound, like a gunshot lingering in the air
leads her to hear against the door,
with hope that it was only the sound of her heart,
banging against her chest for help.

She is silent.
Not the rain falling can be heard.
Seconds after,
a friend screams, letting her know
that there’s no authority that can be seen.

She opens the door…
They laughed…
Next day,
nobody got caught,
only her sandals remain captive
as evidence,
underneath the waters from which she ran.

Ignoring Perfection

People walk around like the world
Is fine and grounded.
I stare at them,
And see nothing but nonsense.

How it kills me to know,
That few care about their surroundings.
How it kills me, that they
Can’t see the beauty
In the natural things around them.

Dare to find perfection,
In the kiss of a leaf with its lover the tree.
Dare to hear the song,
That the steps of a snake make,
When it weeps.

Don’t take for granted
What is given for free!
Stop-
-Valuing nonsense,
Which they charge you to see!

Turning into Nonsense

The sky makes fake promises;
The wind flies endlessly.
The heart hears fate is motherless,
While the few remains weep secretly,
Turning everything into people without dignity.

Is it really love?

In the beginning there is nothing;
A playing field without players,
A nightmare without sleep,
A princess locked up in a castle
Without her hero or prince.

At the beginning a song, the sun;
A love that needed to grow,
Hands that were held together,
And eyes that just seem to not close.

A moon shining brighter,
A paradise of perfection.
An arbitrary sense in which love was not being labeled.

In the middle an armor;
A cause that had no bad consequences to the eyes
That blinded by togetherness,
Believed in bodies that had no control
In the questioning of the confusing truth of who to belong to.

A vivid passion,
An uncontrollable soul;
A peace pact made in heaven
That hell was not able to touch.

Looks.
Mirrors.
That after a while broke down into pieces of wisdom.

In the end,
A place of suffering, a place of regret;
A piece of heaven and hell living in earth itself.
And the meaning of it all now had no meaning at all.

Then clearness, sadness;
Tears that by themselves found their way down someone’s face,
Out of a heart, poured by the eyes
That expressed the sentiment in which no truth lies.
A sentiment in which no lie lived And no one survived.

START of PROJECT!

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The next few posts (might be a lot and not few) where part of a project done my last semester in college for a workshop class that i had. They all have different moods, styles and themes. Feel free to critize them as well as others on my blog. -START-

Structure of Love

At the begining there is nothing,
a playing field without players,
a nightmare without sleep,
a princess locked up in a castle,
whithout her hero nor a prince.

At the begining:
A song, the sun
a love that needed to grow
hands that were held together
and eyes that just seem to not close.

A moon shinning brighter,
a paradise of perfection,
an arbitrary sense in which love was not being labeled.

At the middle an armor,
a cause that had no bad consequence to the eyes
that blinded by togetherness
believed in boddies that had no control
in the questioning of the confusing truth
of who to belong to.

At the middle:
A passion, an uncontrolable soul.
a peace pact made in heaven,
that hell was not able to touch.
Looks, mirrors
that after a while broke down into pieces of wisdom.

At the end a place to suffer, a place to regreat.
A piece of heaven and hell living in earth itself.
The meaning of it all had no meaning at all.

At the end:
Clearness, sadness;
tears that by themselves found their way down someone's face,
out a heart, poured by the eyes that express the sentiment
in which no truth lies.

My Soul is Dark

Dear Friend:
My soul is Dark... you didnt know me back then.

No it is not, i replied.. it migh have a fog that was put there from the long walk you've taken and the rocks you've found in the way.. but if u think about it.. and blow a sweet and true breeze to it.. u can see it.. clear as crystal.. beautiful.. SWEET..

It doesnt matter who you where before, the only thing that matters is who you are now.

My Friend....Your Soul is Pure!

...would you jump up.. or.. down???

i want 2fly away 4ever

It a lonely time of the essence of the sky, I was watched by the angel of disappearance, who by covering me with it wings, took me high up farther than the sky's limit, to meet my own future: Death. I asked the angel to forgive the lost souls that had in time hurt my life and to bring me down way below the earth to face the fear of despair. The angel reached out for my hand and when I tried to hold on to it, I fell down and woke up in my bed. The city was the same outside my window the people were rushing out beneth the city's little dark circle of monotony. And I was up again to follow the same fear of being lonely. This same dream I have every nigh, when looking for a way out of this world I pray for something different, and when I wake to see reality it makes me want to fly away and never come down again.

The Heart Speaks Out but The Head Doesn't Listen

"LOVE"

Love has no mercy towards the ones who can’t find it.
It reaches one’s soul, when one thinks one’s being loved;
But the moment it hits one’s mind, it goes crazy and starts to fly.
It doesn’t stop, it will not move, gets one excited, and fills one up with woes.
Around its world one cannot live, inside its bubble one cannot breathe;
But once one’s out of it, the world just turns to grief.
One shall return to a blank spot, in which the bubble has once already popped.
And when it reaches that boiling point, the spines of its existence will make one bleed;
Till one’s adrenaline will cease.

Emilia