BACK TO WRITING

Lately, I am feeling inspired... so I thought: why not go back to your old abandoned blog and start writing again? So I did, and then I thought: why don't a change its look? I guess I already passed the new parent phase and I am feeling more green now that I no longer have to change 10 diapers a day. So here it is: I am back, full of things to share, to say, to cry about, to get mad, to bs. Share your thoughts!

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Cancion de Otono

Jose Luis Perales

como sopla el viento en las ventanas
como llueve hoy
como esta la calle de vacia
como muere el sol

Estos dias grises del otono... me ponen triste
y al calor del fuego de mi hoguera
te recuerdo hoy...

Te recuerdo hoy... a ti
que eres mi vida entera
la brisa de primavera... la claridad
A ti
que sufres cuando me esperas
me miras a las estrella
y que suspiras... por mi

como arrastra el viento aquellas horas
como llueve hoy
y que torpe vuela por el cielo... ese gorrion

Se han quedado mudos eso nidos
de golongrinas
y sentado al borde de la noche
te recuerdo hoy...

Te recuerdo hoy... a ti
que eres mi vida entera
la brisa de primavera... la claridad
A ti
que sufres cuando me esperas
me miras a las estrella
y que suspiras... por mi

tus palabras pasan lentamente
frente a mi balcon
el reloj se escucha como siempre
en el comedor

Estos dias grises del otono
me ponen triste
y al calor del fuego de mi hoguera
te recuerdo hoy..

Te recuerdo hoy... a ti
que eres mi vida entera
la brisa de primavera... la claridad
A ti
que sufres cuando me esperas
me miras a las estrella
y que suspiras... por mi

como sopla el viento en las ventanas
como llueve hoy.

Monday, January 16, 2006

I am no longer a miss... I am NOT!

What defines our title of I am no longer a "miss"... losing our virginities or getting married? I have done both... but not at the same time as my mother would have wished. And so I start this new year as a "Mrs" extremely happy because I married the man of my life; confused because things do change, especially when you realize that there are some behaviors that no matter what, they will have to go away. A friend of mine told me a couple of days ago... you must turn in the little black agenda; my first reaction was that not in this life I would give up my little black book, not even if I was married... but then, everything sort of came together- why would I like to hold into that little agenda? there really isn't anything worth saving anyway! Thus, I decided to not only disattach myself from that infamous little book, but throw it to hell- what kind of friend would I be if I was to share that book? there really isn't anything worth sharing or saving, except for the bowlers that help me out during campaign time- those contacts, are worth saving and guarding for years to come.
No matter how open minded we are, things do change when you say the "I do". what should I wear the next day when I am meeting with some bowlers? the truth is that I would no longer want to wear the tied-shirts. Marriage is not a condemnation but it certainly changes your style of fashion. Then comes the issue of the male friends: why in this world I didn't make more female friends? that answer comes as simple as understanding that I can barely resist my own presence when I have pms. That's exactly the reason why most women do prefer to have male friends except for the gay ones that no matter how understanding they are, their drama always overpasses your drama and so, women end up becoming the real male friends so these poor lost homosexual souls can talk all they want and we get to assume that we have a pinus and so we don't have feelings.
At the end, the title of a "Mrs" does add value to your personality. Most men do understand that when a woman is married, she's really off the market. Some men don't of course but a distance is truly set. In Business, and when you look like you are 18, being married gives you tons of credibility which is good for me because I would no longer have to wear the high heels or the extra make up to look older. And for some newly wed women, the title of Mrs may even make you look or feel sexier.

All that remains now is to officially recognize that we are no longer a miss, and getting used to the idea that "the boyfriend" is no longer the husband and that with marriage comes the extra-calories, the loss of bed-space, the shared showers, and giving up the expensive clothes. The new Mrs must now pray that everyday your husband will wake up feeling that he loves you more than yesterday, and that once in a while he will show up home with that beautiful necklace that you have been wishing to get for the last 6 years. I am crossing my fingers.