"Delicada, Perla de Ultramar, Faraona, Atractiva Majestad"

La vida sería distinta si otro fuera nuestro universo reinita, todo es parte del gran teatro del mundo. Y estos 2 volcanes solemnes tienen una historia de amor... Líneas de luna, caminos de manzana.

Los amorosos andan como locos, porque están solos, solos, solos.

Quiero ser todos los vientos que te acechan, envenéname de ilusión controlada, para alejarse a bailar libremente por el salón imaginario...

FREEDOM!

* ¿Bajas del hondo cielo, o emerges del abismo, Belleza? *

"Give me more points for the clothes that I wear"

Trouble, trouble, and mine's double! The time has come. I've reached that certain age where all teenagers must make important decisions. Decisions that may influence the rest of their/our whole lives. NOT FAIR! Ok so, university is a must do, and I want to go. Yes I want to study something nice and complicated ;) For now, money matters... meaning that I'm so not going to any Ivy League school. That's ok, I mean, those weren't even my first options. Options: UT, UCLA, Berkeley, UC San Diego, NYU, Mcgill. Scholarship intense research has officially started! I'm feeling so anxious, but you know, in the bad way. The way in which you just wished you could start the year as easily as going to your old high school. The way in which you wished all the paperwork and tests could be done by a couple of personal dwarfs or something, and I could just... relax!

"She wants to go to the seaside!"

-Y te mando a volar con la mano en la cintura...

"Black snake creeping up the back lawn"

Nature in grandmother's house is a girl's best friend. Specially if the house is up, up, up, in a tiny town lost in the not so rocky mountains of Michoacán :) where everyone knows each other, and you can find some tasty food. That place is good, good, good for spending a nice and quiet summer; days seem to be endless, and time seems to be slower!

"Inglorious Bastards"

And then, somehow, you've ended up dancing alone. Not that nobody wants to dance with you, the truth is, you don't feel like dancing with anybody. Or at least you don't feel like dancing with the bunch of suckers that asked you to. You're not for everybody. You enjoy yourself. Remember, don't be so easy this time. Remember, don't be so desperate this time, and you'll win. And that's what you want, you want to win. You always win. Always but that one time we're trying to forget. So this time, you won't dance with the first male that walks in your direction. This time your standards are higher, it doesn't matter if that means dancing alone. You won't dance if you don't absolutely like the sucker, and that, right now, is hard. You don't want to end up with a jackass. Besides, an unreachable girl is always a mystery, and has all the attention. "Date a desear..."

Because after all "it was the best of times, it was the worst of times", those times, are now!

"Hey love, hey love..."

Death, what's death? It must be something more than a pale face, black lips, and big eyes. Silence. Silence must be death, total silence. I've never experienced some kind of death near me in my whole life, but now, it seems we're at the point where you can't avoid it any more. People are just old enough to die, finally, after a long long journey and recent medical complications. It's on, this is it, this is the moment where you can do nothing but wait with your best face and strength. I've realized it is not so hard, you just have to go with it... if you can :)

"Pa, paparapa, pa, parapa, parapa"

2 girls, the bests of friends

1 night, the best of the nights

so how come, one of them ended up all alone sitting in a clearly small chair for her size, mourning without the other?

El amor, a quien pintan ciego, es vidente y perspicaz. La mujer que peina delicadamente su cabello, de noche las mujeres sueltan su pelo, "-Suéltate el pelo Magdalena". Me sedujo tu voz, la dulce y serena pasión de tu palabra.

"Tonight I'll dance with the devil through the pale midnight"

Hey love, hey love
So now you know, that I’m not your darling
I know I’m quite unexpressive
So, don’t you think that I will kiss you on the cheek,
Cause I’m quite unexpressive
So, don’t you think that I will kiss you on the cheek.

So I can let you go now
 I will leave you alone
And will not miss you no more.

"Can Let You Go" -Hello Seahorse



Y es cierto. Cierto como la luna que 
sale cada noche y el sol que enciende cada 
día, cierto es que siempre tratamos de 
combinar los zapatos con el bolso, y la banda 
en el cabello. Porque ya no se trata de simple 
respeto a Louboutin, sino a nosotras mismas 
y a nuestra expresión, nuestra armonía. Así 
que sí, si de combinar la vida se trata, somos 
las expertas ;)

"Until we make the sun go down"

Who doesn't love telephones? ;) I know Lady Gaga does. And although I'm not having a single problem with not getting phone calls when I don't want them (or ever actually ha), I can't wonder if our existence would be easier without them. Without texts, without missed phone calls, without losing your cell phone every friday night at some random bar, without any evidence to turn you and your crazy "late evening/early morning" shit in. Please lovelies, don't ask, there's no story.

Lets play a little game here, "what I love, love, love the most":

dancing with my arms up high and my hair all wild

a good camera, and all the photos you can take with it; capturing the details

girl bands, and a certain band called "Girls" ;)

eye makeup and messy-but-not hair

"I've been a bitch, you've been an ass"

The girl in the red dress. How cool would it be to have a red dress! Then you could be "the girl in the red dress", and the world would remember you as that; the girl in the red dress who ruled the world. Conquer. Victory in red fabric. Because red is not the colour for love, it is the colour for passion.

Stories? You're asking me for stories? You wouldn't even dare to take a look if you knew what they're about. Because asking me for stories, what you're really asking for, is for a living, and i may not be so pleasant. But if a story is what you want, so be it. I'll let you get it.

"Curly hair, I like your curly, curly hair"

I like it lonely. I've always had. I'm too confortable hanging out with myself to let anybody in. Although, lately I've tried, but guess what! I'm not that good at picking up the phone, dial a number, and say: "Hey what's the plan for today/tonight?". Nope, not good at all. So, I drop it, do something creative, and enjoy my own company. As I've always had... I like it lonely :)