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SEX.

Is that what love is really about? There is no love in sex. Two separate things. I mean you could have sex and fall in love, but love is not necessary to have sex. And how do you know if its love or not? And do you even want it to be love? Before anything, we should ask our self's this. This whole thing is such a difficult thing. I mean, are you supposed to feel electricity with that person? Are you gonna want more. That does not mean anything. After a few years practicing this delightful exercise, how do you know when its the real thing?

Is it love?

    Three friends. One is heartbroken. The other is afraid to love again. And another has no idea what and why she does the things she does. Lets call the first one A. So A loves a man, breaks up with him cause there is no trust. Is she wrong? The other is B. She has gone through a lot, and being heartbroken again is not in her plans. But how long should you go holding a grudge. And C is crazy. She is split between two. One who is perfect for her and one who is just a mystery. We all know what  that means right? So A, B, C are in a little bit of a pickle and they talk about this everyday, night, evening, when they go out, when they stay home. All the time.
     And this is where the problem is. We are so preoccupied in trying to understand and find love that we are missing on more important and beautiful things in life. Our days pass by us because we are focused on another soul, as if this one was going to give them a new one. There are so many things to live for. Friends, family, your goals, dreams etc. So many days where you could just enjoy the company of so many people and your only concentrated on one. And then comes the question. Is "love" really so important in the humans life. Is it really a stone that gets in the way of other things. Do we really do everything for this? Is it really why we live?

Want to sleep better, write, or be inspired...?

Music calms my thoughts, they turn in to an endless chain, lost in the valleys of dreams, words sleep , while images pop into the sky like balloons. The sounds sooth my worry's and compliment my imaginary. The pen of my voice turns into trees and vines that surround the corridors of my mind. And while the breeze of the calm shuts my eyes I loose myself in the beauty of you. Of me. Of the land of dreams.

(This album is very good, found it in Pandora)

MY GOD IS A WOMAN

     I was thinking again about god. Having a friend who atheist, and who constantly lets us know on Facebook, it got me thinking. Of course everybody has there moments of dispare, that's usually when they start doubting about god. Or you go to collage and start reading and learning and finding things that totally contradict the believes you where raised with. I was raised a catholic. And of course I was active in that community. When I went to collage I was almost an atheist. I don't know if I am. But, ever since I started reading and listening to older folks I have had a theory. I believe in a cycle.
     I think god is our mother, she is our creator. But, not a woman with a long dress sitting in the clouds watching us in our sadness, happiness etc. She is all around us, she is mother nature. She is everywhere we walk, breath, live and die. But, the world, the globe, earth was not created for us. I don't believe we were creatures created by her, and as a gift she gave us earth so we could play, destroy and live off it. We are not that important, we are no more important than the other creatures that surround us. We are part of her, of this god, of mother nature. We are not for her, we are her, and animals and plants are her, there for there us. We are the world, we are nature. We are not better than animals or plants we are part of them and them of us. We are recycled. We live, die and live again in the air ground, fruits. We are part of a cycle. Everything in this world is recycled, everything in nature is used and reused.
     Of course this is the part that we are not getting. For me this is true. And we are gravely affecting this cycle with our ignorance. We are so focused in looking for other explanations that lead us to nothing. When all around us is our answer. We blaim politics, government, science, religion but we don't look at how we are affecting our mother. And the sick thing is that we don't care. We don't realize that we are not the last animals, plants, and not too mention our children will suffer from all this.

Ive got a pocket full of sunshine

Okay so today after a month of waiting I have two interviews, yay me. Im a happy gal today. Just wanted to share.

Como una Gitana

Mi destino es andar
Mis recuerdos
Son una estela en el mar
Y va liviano
Mi corazón gitano
Que solo entiende de latir
A contramano
No intentes amarrarme
Ni dominarme
Yo soy quien elige
Como equivocarme

Lyrics from Shakira's song Gitana. 

      After reading all my posts I realized that my destiny is to walk, to travel, to never stop. This could be a curse and it could also be a blessing. Since a little girl it was a dream of mine to just never be part of one place. I used to say, which is amazing for me, that I wanted to have been born in the sea that way I would belong nowhere, I was from everywhere, I would be citizen of the world. And I was only a child when I said that. So now looking back its obvious that that's what is in my future to be part of everything. I still don't know how this will be but its already starting, or started. And I will fight it no longer. This has been part of me and I have held back. 

      And I listen to this song and it just keeps playing in my head. Its true. I will go places, I will meet people, photograph, live, learn, breath, cry, laugh. It will be part of my life. And that will be my adventure. My life is an adventure. No plans, just rough drafts. Where ever life takes me I will go.

Maybe this is what emos feel...

Does anybody ever feel like, stabbing your arm multiple times, or maybe chewing on your finger until your left with only the bone, or maybe you have considered driving forward without stopping that way you will just crash and die, maybe your less dramatic and just want to stop blinking for a while until your eye sockets dry up like prunes. Yes, we have all been there, those certain moments where life makes no sense.  Where you find your self living in autopilot with nowhere to go specifically. We have all made plans for our future and seen life run over them and do as it pleases with your pathetic so called life. And yes, we have also had those moments when we feel enlighten where everything is peachy, Rosie, and beautiful. Well right now, I envy you. For me you hold the world in your fingertips you are one with the spirit of life. Because right now in these precise moments for me, life is non existent. We all make bad choices and these choices lead to consequences. And these in return leave us with plenty of sentiment of embarrassment, neglect, sadness and pure melting of our higher capacities. Because after we realize the stupid choices we have made we also realize we can do absolutely nothing, zero, zip, nada, to just erase it and start over. Instead we have to learn to give up the fight for only a second and just let the winds of our future lead us to the unknown. But in the meantime you just sit on your ass on a couch just killing yourself in your imagination too just ease the pain. And of course we just have to breath, hold our breath and think of what plans we will do next.