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Empezaron como extraños

Tres desconocidos bajo un techo

Peleando cada día, a gritos y puños

Culpándose uno al otro por cualquier tontería

Lentamente, los sucesos comenzaron a cambiar

Se convirtieron en mejores amigos

Las peleas se volvieron chismes

Los gritos se volvieron risas

Y los puños se volvieron abrazos

Desafortunadamente, todo llega a su fin

Poco a poco l...

Aún recuerdo a abuela rociandome

Con aquel aroma que abuelo usó por tantos años

Sabiendo que haría una conexión

Entre el perfume y mis recuerdos de él

Fallece mi abuela mas mantengo viva esa tradición;

la conexión ya está hecha

En un frasco de cristal

que busca inmortalizar ahora a mis dos abuelos

Aroma con el que salgo de mi casa,

con el que llevo a ambos en mi corazón

Un vaiv...

Nada se puede llamar único

no existe tal cosa como la originalidad

todo lo que soy ya fui en un pasado

un millon y medio ya fueron y serán por siempre

sin importar el que los recordemis

todo ha sido pensado antes por alguien

ser único es ser el primero

cómo borges lo dice en tan bonitas palabras?

omite lo obvio, pero lo dice siempre implica algo

cómo hacer que la gente vea tus palabras y diga

a primer vistazo...

Back to talking about Spiders, but not all spiders, THE SPIDER. The Spider has officially gone through the process of giving birth. Before this happened however, I hadnt seen it for a whole week. It was gone, and I will be extremely honest, but I actually got worried. Who would be there for me in my bad days? What would save me from all the vicious bees in the world? Who or what would I write about when I need ideas for my blog post? All these worries soon left my mind when I finally found it...

Caramba que linda es la vida. La vivo como yo quiero y nadie me puede decir cómo vivirla. Soy dueña de mi destino, y escojo mi camino, lo voy caminando a medida que voy aprendiendo y disfrutando.

Amor es un elemento de la vida que me aviva. Lo encuentro en las personas, pero también lo encuentro en mis pasiones, mis aficiones, mis enojos, mis malhumores, mi cama, mi casa, mi planeta tierra, el viento, y el tiempo.

Tartamuda me siento cuand...

The summer of 2014 my friends gave me that nickname except in 2015, all the new students thought otherwise. Once again my good Royal friend, Rebecca, created her ingenious group chat, except this time the chat was not meant for 30 kids but for 100. So my alias was of course Nikki and coincidentally my profile picture was of a beautiful girl and me. Just because of that, everyone assumed Nikki was the girl; no one cared who th...

I was six years old, one of the youngest in the class, when i entered the second grade. It was the first year i entered the classroom the first day of school without crying. Score! I was in 2-D with Ms. Guzman. It was the second year in the row with my best friend Diego in the class. That was a terrible mistake made by the school. Diego and I were a disaster. No matter how apart they put us in the classroom something between us always happened and we’d get in trouble. I remember Diego ...

My music kept my tempo and my water bottle refreshed me. After a couple of more breaks I made it. I remember that last flight of stairs. I had no idea I was so close to the end. Throughout that whole hike the only people I saw were my Rustic Pathways group and probably five other people total, so hearing the murmur of people gave me a sense of relief. I rushed to the end of the steps and there is was: the flock of people making lines to buy entry tickets to one of the seven wonders of the wor...

Woke up.

Got out of bed.

Checked phone for any messages.

None? Okay.

Walked to the bathroom.

Did my business.

Brushed my teeth to clean perfection.

Changed into clothes.

Put on deodorant.

Put on perfume.

Smells nice.

Looked around the room.

Spotted my class ring on the night table.

“Don’t forget to put it on!”

Go...

Sometimes in life you make bad decisions. Other times you make good decisions. On a few momentous occasions, you make a decision so catastrophically good that the entire balance of the universe is shifted into your favor. 

Sometimes in life you hang out with bad people. Other times you hang out with good people. On a few momentous occasions, you hang out with people so catastrophically good that it becomes literally impossible, not unlike immortality, or superpowers, to not have th...