Tu viaje hasta mi corazón
no fue planeado,
creció mientras estabas tumbado
y los 2 'conectados'
aprendiendo primero a ser amigos
aceptando que eramos tan parecidos
esperando que uno de los 2 fuese valiente
y se lanzara a los brazos del otro
en otro continente,
fuiste tú el que dio ese paso
aunque yo era la que daba indirectas
a cada rato,
tardaste un poco en entender
que ya me tenías atrapada
y que aún a miles de kilómetros
aterrizaste dentro del corazón
de una salvadoreña enamorada
de un ciudadano español.
Life is all about travelling to places and exploring yourself. If you haven't done that so far then you have never lived....!!
I could not narrow my need to see the world down to one destination. I'm complicated that way ;) here are two.
Barcelona, Spain has always been one city at the top of my list somewhere. For its art and architectire mainly. And drowning in another culture, customs, and cuisine sounds decadent. Beautiful sea side cities capture the heart of the romantic in me.
🌹🌹🌹 🌹🌹🌹 🌹🌹🌹 🌹🌹🌹
And Dádpuszta, Hungary for the Ozora Festival in July. The art installations and structures are gorgeous. Festival folks are my favorite. They've left judgement at home and brought gratitude and love in abundance. I'd graciously attend with friends for the food, days worth of live music, fire dancing, the stories...
My Dearest Adaline:
This place is nothing short of magical! The warm breeze compliment the hot sun so the days are pleasant. The horses are calm and gentle, magnificent creatures!! The scenery is pure bliss, burts with vibrant shades of blue, green, pink, yellow, and purple. This afternoon, I took a few moments to watch a squirrel search for his next meal. I forgot all about my world and escaped into that moment! We must plan a trip together, dear Friend! It's an absolute must. Until next time, I send all of my love to you sweet girl!
//Fleets & Clusters//
Now that rain has been continuously falling,
it took me a while to gasp at my surroundings.
Rain falling down, dynamically
Her tail wiggling, rhythmically
Surreal are these scenes enriched in hues of grey and morning tan
Monday blues be old vans
And I wish you could be there to witness this bond that we share;
Half-ripe mangoes reverse dwindling
Aroma of the earth fugaciously fleeting
While all this has been cooking up,
the dynamism of this evening is still holding up!
A word; my mouth fails to utter
Can't even stutter!
Such the stitches that the clusters of clouds sew.
As far as I can tell; in these words I'll try to spell,
"As much as I am present,...
Awwwwww incredible !
Flying high .. So high like a free
Butterfly ! And that astounding views, nature will offers is unexpressive to pen down in words. Like , I couldn't resist my eyes laid off !! All that alluring sight's leave the effect of Paradise !
All I want this astonishing achievement of experiencing the whole world !
Er is een weg tussen stapelende wolken
Een Lange wazige weg
Donder voert me er langs en in de Verte ligt de uitgestrekte prairie
van blauwe tinten
Een eenzame tocht leidt me over grijs gesteente en de zilveren vogel vliegt zijn harde wegen langs de heuvels
Als de schemer valt
En de nacht me brengt waar het licht is en de dieren me zacht onthalen vanuit hun duisternis
Dan ontwaken de echte vogels en
kwaakt de vroegste kikker over de vlakte
De vallei is stil en ruist slechts
terwijl ik wandel door het hoge gras
Ligt Ithaca daar verderop in het dal, bedaard maar waarachtig aan de voet van de veertien vingermeren
In het ochtendgloren denk ik terug aan Aurora, de godin van...
On my way to nowhere...
Day two started with an unfamiliar refrigerator hum. Who would have thought that I would be able to tell the difference from the one I have at home and this. Like people, refrigerators may look exactly alike but a subtle identifying difference will scream "I'm different!" Looking around with one eye half-open and the other defiantly uncooperative, I remembered where I was. So far, it was the coolness of the room that reassured me I left home, I did not change my mind. I am stubborn in ways that only justify how well I know myself and I was definitely not in my comfort zone. I have taken a leap of faith to a seemingly pleasant war zone. There's something surreal abo...
On my way to nowhere...
I think about the faint sound of the alarm when it woke me. It was barely a buzz and could easily be mistaken for the random sounds I hear surrounding me. I can't say that it could be compared to a light tap on the shoulder when someone finds you've dozed off sitting in a waiting room. It was definitely a soft whisper so close to the ear of someone saying something inaudible that makes you wonder if it was part of a fading dream. Nonetheless the feeble tone demanded my attention.
I woke up with frightening anticipation that I am going somewhere on a whim. Some things were packed the night before because I felt the need to have them and others, because I needed ...
"Crazy New Memories"
Who? How? When? And What? I'm beyond from my identity.
Not giving a certain damn about who I was unknowingly.
Yet I know precisely what I'd be doing.
I'd have breakfast at Mexico D.F. with Mario Moreno.
It'd begin to rain.
And I'd run my fingers through clouds on top of a Hot Air Ballon from Paris.
Next I'd go to London Just to loose through a Library to find every Single novel by Conan Doyle.
I'd have dinner with Frida Kahlo.
Then maybe we'd make Love out of painting.
I'd walk above Dubai on A tightrope with a stolen Umbrella.
And then I'd fall.
Raindrops pour over the Umbrella I stole.
I had drowned in the river underneath the bridge.
I sometimes ask myself, what is the point of living? Are we born to work, eat, and sleep over and over again? Then we age and die... And those who are lucky and have money get to enjoy life by traveling to places and having fun all the time.. But those of us who don't have money only work all the time.
Een oneindige reis, reist door mijn bestaan
Een reis van woorden en beelden
Een oneindige zin die ik me kan verbeelden
Die zweeft langs stegen en steden
Over landschappen toen en heden
Leven er letters in mijn hoofd
gevormd door mijn hart
puuueeees, nada jaja solo queria presumir mi primer viaje en avion y me encanto!!!
lo malo es que tendre que dormir en la terminal hasta que amanezca, pero estuvo genial
I want to fulfill my wanderlust... in another way. I want to get to know everyone here, from where you are, a little about your culture and traditions, etc.
So i am wondering if anyone can share about their selves and the country they live in. I want it old school. I welcome mail letters. May it be postcards or letters, little collections or goodies.
Let me know by message if anyones interested. I'll provide my mailing address from there.
Thank you. ☺️
Another way to pass the pain.
As I wish I had a hotel room somewhere in another city
That I could dance in and stand on the balcony
And watch the people passing underneath me.
And baby I don't smoke
But sometimes I wish I did
Just so I'd have a habit to kick.
Another place I want to be.
As I wish I had a kind of life somewhere pretty
That I could use to get away from everything around me.
And baby I don't drink
But sometimes I start to think about drinking all night long
So I'd have something to blame problems on.
And I debate whether or not I could run away sometime after college, although I guess it wouldn't real...