Summer… After an ugly, very ugly winter… It was so damn cold… Still waiting for spring to come fully out. I can’t wait for the rainy spring nights, when everything is green and smells so fresh. I believe that the only romance left in me is coming out only when the spring breaks. I just love that sentiment when I would love to be loved, to dream and to be dreamed, to breathe the air of light air of ignorance to all the bad and stupid things that usually get in my way… I just love to love the spring… It’s like a gate in another world where I can dream and live in my dream without being annoyed or disturbed by anyone.

Just wake up in the morning and smell the green (if you live in the city like I do, just imagine then - the green).

I was blessed of spending my childhood in the country with my grandparents, in a beautiful place, with a river o a side and a lot, a lot of green and trees. I use to imagine a hole bunch of stuff while swinging in my favourite cherry tree. I was always a princess, always with a different prince (I have always been an undecided and weird creature when it come to the men kind). I use to make kids play my strange games just to feel that I am doing something special.

I have grown to be a free spirit, a rebel hart that so far has never been palliated or concurred.

Until we meet again… Peace.

I wonder why people like champagne and caviar, or why do french people love red wine and cheese? I wonder what makes people fall in love? Is it the chemical attraction or the mind connection, is it just the physical need of having sex or wasting time with only one person instead of doing that with more than one? Is it the smell? The look? Or is just something that hits you and by the time you figure what it is it’s long gone and you… well you want it back. Not because you like the fights, the tears, or the inexplicablecrises, no, you want the feeling back. Why?? Because when you think you’re in love you FEEL. And you enjoy being human for a while without having the strength to fight this.

Most of the human kind don’t realise that one of the biggest quality that humans possess is their imagination. Without this, there is nothing left in a human than a robot. But, if you look around, you will see that the imagination is used in less than 20% of your life. Why is that? Because of the fear of deception, the fear of rejection, and all the other stupid reason that come with the word fear.

We all find reasons to not do what we would really wish to do just because we are not sure of the consequences.

I will tell you this… After some years of being afraid of things like heights, speed, plains, etc. I can only say that by only doing the exact things that you are afraid of you will get the hottest emotions ever and your life can only get better.

So plains crash, cars explode, the rope may break… you die or not. But you might as well die without all this, in your own home, on the street while getting your paper, it can happen anywhere. And I wonder… what will you regret then that you didn’t do?

Living, my friend, living is what you will regret that you didn’t do.

Smoke, drink, get high, fall in love or just fall, go to Africa or Hawaii, North Pole or London… and think of me while that, I will be thinking of you too…

Peace.. Out

So… almost six months now… and I manage to keep my job… Nothing new so far in this section of my life. But, then again, that is the section that does take 60% of my time. And, if I add 20% sleeping time that leaves 20% time to waste getting pissed at people, watching movies, wrestling, cooking, and of course cleaning (bleah). So… there’s my life. Beautiful as it is I am soon to be forced to apply to an anger management program.