One about age, blogs, appearance, and poetic licence

A few weeks ago I was been flattered by a Swedish girl who kept saying I was her queen, just because we happen to have the same name... the queen and I! And then she kept inviting me to champagne until the bubbling spirit made me walk an inch above the grown! But her flattering didn't ended there, nah, nah... she then asked my age, I responded: "36". She opened her eyes in disbelief, and I even think she got sober all of a sudden... "I thought your were 28... EXCLAMATION POINT"

That same night we attended the birthday of Mau's best friend, Fer. And after lots of mojitos, vodka shots, and sweating to '80s music... Mau asks me the same question again..."how old are you?" ... Dunno what is it here in Europe, but I think they have this fucking obsession with age, as if! But returning to Mau's impertinent question... my answer was the same... mostly cause there cannot be another answer, right. And he got surprised too, but the alcohol didn't let him open his already oblique... and now, drunken eyes... "I thought you were 32"...

OK, OK... I admit it! pull an all-nighter drinking like a fish... not water though, dance like a dervish, and some other few things, ;) and you will definitely look older by the minute.... in my case it took about a couple of hours to go from 28 to 32... not too shabby!

But that was then, a few, very few weeks ago... and now is now! Today it is a totally different story!! I do apparently look 50, according to 2 guys from the Czech Republic. It seems that I must have aged over a decade between the then and the now! Can you imagine how surprised I was??? I can't even start to imagine it myself! But it did happen... Although, there is some relief hidden behind curtains... they both read my blog! lol And took special interest in my obsession with lightning, and its many uses in our American adages... My favorite has always been "lightning could strike". And another, made famous by "Sleepless in Seattle" and I pretty much guess by others too, is "for a woman over 40 it is easier to get hit by lightning than to find a husband". Then, there is my friend Sally, who at some point last year complained to me about how hard it was for her to find a suitable partner... specially having recently turned 50. So, I kind of mixed the three, cause for some reason all of them came together and at the same time to my head, and tried to play with words and concepts, but from my own point of view... The result was exactly the one intended... create controversy, always! What wasn't intended was to make it seem it was really me! But, I did wrote it in first person: confusing to say the least!!!!

Bottom line, I don't know what am I anymore, right now the confused one it's me! I don't know who to believe anymore: the drunken Swedish girl, a not so drunken Mau, my 2 guys from Prague, their friend from Quito, who by the way said she though I looked somewhere in the middle, between the Czech Rep. and my blog, or what is printed in my passport... hmmm, tough one, tough one!

Desperate men of Lloret County!

When my friend came to Lloret this week for a quick vacation... A much anticipated one! Of course, she warned me: "Get ready to party!", and that was all she said.

We did our best to accomplish the mission... but every time we went out, the only thing that seemed available around us, were desperate men!

As it turns out, desperate men are even worst than "desperate housewives"... from any "county" in the world!!!! Cause, for men, when "down-under" head thinks, the one over their shoulders fills with cum! They just need a pair of tits... As a matter of fact, any pair! As well as any ass, as long as it moves... The only thing in their mind seems to be governed by their "cum matter", as the opposite for "gray matter"! Therefore, and very sadly, they leave with the first cunt their little head in their pants finds in its path! Leaving the rest of us, very eligible candidates... "cumless" !

But my question is... if we (and by "we" I mean women, the good ones!) are, somewhat, as desperate as them... Why are we more choosy than they are?

In my mind there is only one plausible answer to my own question... We are obviously thinking with the right head! Cause, thanks to nature, we were made perfect! lol One head, one thought... the right one!

We are not here to preserve the species... Enough people in this world already! We are here to select the best possible sperm donor... even if it is just make believe, and even if we only want what comes before cum-in!

United for Human Rights, Educational Materials, Videos

United for Human Rights, Educational Materials, Videos

I feel really ashamed I only know a handful of the thirty! listed in the UN Universal Declaration of Human Rights... I wanna know them all to better exemplify them in my daily life, and to enforce them if I see it fit! As I have been witness to many things that I thought were violating what I thought Human Rights were, now I don't wanna be a mere spectator, I wanna do more! And speak for those who are denied a voice.

Mrs. Robinson is back!

Ah! One more thing... This also goes for undergraduates!

Twenty one

Without internet since last Friday!!!! Ahrg!!!!

I have discovered I am an Internet junkie! Yes, I admit it. But, no I am not ready to act on it! No IA (Internet Anonymous) for me! lol

Why should I feel ashame of my addiction? After all, having addictions, as long as it's what you want in life... Well, I think it is entirely justified! You are the commander of your own ship, right?

As far as my weekend goes... I only have two things to say: Eclipse-Hotel W, and 21! Talking about addictions! hehehe



You can figure out the rest! lol

I am a lucky charm!

Seems to be that I am a lucky charm for lots of people except for myself! lol

I have friends, where I live, that every time I visit their businesses can hardly cope with the hordes of clients they receive! As it turns out, one of them seeing that I was bringing her so much luck every time I was at her shop, she offered me a part time job! Just tending to tourists, and make use of my language skills! And the best thing is I don't have to kill myself to make a buck! lol She pretty much let me do whatever I want, even seat down if there is not too many non Spanish speaking people around! It is an arrangement made in heaven!

Today was my first day at her shop, and she said she hadn't made so much money since Passover! Why can't I save some of that luck for myself???? I wonder!

There are so many things in my life that will gain from it! Unfulfilled things! I just hope that some day my karma returns me the favor with something really big!!! LOL

To blog, or not to blog: that is the question!

Sometimes I wonder... Is anyone reading my blog? I know I share every post on my FB account, and people leave messages there. Some of them really encouraging! But, I keep wondering... Why doesn't anybody leaves me a message here!

In the beginning of my blog days, I remember receiving messages. I knew then that people was reading my, and I have to admit it, SHIT! Lol But lately... Nothingness! Am I sending words into space, like little probes searching for something? And if, in fact, it is so... Isn't anyone listening? Aren't there enough radio telescopes to intercept my cry for recognition?

Recognition, Ah! Is it really that what am I craving for? I don't like to think so... but, can't keep from wondering! On the other hand, I would really like to think that what am I really hungry for, it is simple reciprocity. Someone who'll pick up the challenge to write me back! Yes, it is definitely that! The recognition, (we all at some point seek, or sought-after) it is a given... as long as you already have reciprocity!

How I long for someone to pick my brains! I am sure it is the sole reason for my blog's existence... the search for intelligent life elsewhere! Lol Could the lack of response mean that I am alone and lost in my own universe? Just the thought of it, and I am already shivering. A cold and unmerciful feeling runs up my spine, gives me the willies, and makes me blue all over again!

Can it really be possible that no one is really reading this? Can it really be possible that I am more alone than I thought? As if!

If there is anyone out there listening to what I have to say... could you please acknowledge by sending me a word or two? I really am in a pretty poor shape here, and really need to know there is someone else living in my own little universe!

The whreath that found its way back

Magda wearing the wreath she braided, and Piotr found in the sea!

Before I begin I have to tell you, this is a true to life story!

On the night of Saint John's festivity many traditions remain. In Puerto Rico, they believe that going backwards into the sea, at midnight, will bring them luck. In Catalonia they celebrate with fireworks and a delicious sweet brioche with candied fruits, champagne, and a night of dancing and partying with friends and family... In Poland, a maiden braids a wreath and throws it into the sea, or a river. The man who finds it will marry her.

As it happens to be, Magda and Piotr were in Lloret the night of Saint John's. Magda braided the wreath, as it is the tradition in their homeland, Poland. She thew the wreath into the Mediterranean that same night, on the 23rd. of June.

Two days later, Magda, Piotr, Dave and myself went for a day in the gardens of Santa Clotilde, and later descended to Sa Boadella beach. As we were enjoying the first day of summer here... cause summer has taken its time to come this year... we went for a swim, played around in the water, sunbathed letting our bodies dry with the warm embrace of the sun... and as we were almost ready to leave the beach, Magda and Piotr decided for a last splash in the water.

What happened next was nothing less than one of those serendipitous, unbelievably puzzling, cosmic exploding things! Piotr found, floating on the sea, the wreath Magda had braided two days earlier!!!!


What are the odds on something like that happening???? I don't know much about statistics, but my guess is: Astronomical! One in a trillion! To say the least.

So, I guess they are definitely made for each other! Since, according to their tradition, Piotr will now marry Magda. Who already is, his one and only love!

"Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost." — Milan Kundera (The Unbearable Lightness of Being)

The unbearable loneliness of being

For the last couple of days I've been thinking about the loneliness of my existence. Funny! I live surrounded by people and yet I can feel it tearing my flesh apart, like a Memento from a Harry Potter movie!

But, in reality, it is a little worm. A malignant worm that lives inside my consciousness and keeps biting the Jiminy Cricket inside of me.

Although I enjoy my moments of solitude, loneliness on the other hand it's a totally different proposal... and one that I'm still trying to fight. But, unfortunately, I'm starting to feel I am loosing the battle on that one! I wanna fight the stigma, the adage that clearly states that “after 40 it is easier to be hit by lightning than to find a proper husband!” And as funny as it may seem, one of my favorite adages is “Who knows, lightning could strike!”... Well, neither nor! I, obviously, haven't been stroke by any kind of lightning whatsoever! Not that I wanna get married... I really have mixed feelings on that one! But a partner in crime (sort of speak) would really be welcomed! An adventurer like me, willing to globe trot next to me... which, by the way, would come in handy on certain countries that I would probably never visit, just because I am a woman traveling alone, i.e. Iran, or Afghanistan. But, been the fact that I recently turned 50... I wonder... what would be the appropriate adage for someone like me???? Me, being choosy, extremely choosy! Stubborn, witty, with more brains than heart, but at the same time loving, caring, warm (full of contradictions, as you can see, just like all the rest! Only me, I am prepared to accept and acknowledge them)... a crusader with all its colors and arms when it comes to safeguard the sanctity of my space, the vital space that would make me choke to death without it! I am an adventurer and I hate routine! Wouldn't settle for anything less that what I am and have to offer... I am really looking for an equal, and age doesn't matter to me... But what the hell! I am the one who's 50! LOL So, no point on trying to be politically correct, right?

Let me see.... Have I left something out??? Oh! There is another thing: I hate having timetables! I eat when I am hungry, I sleep when I'm sleepy, I go through life without those really annoying time capsules. If you wanna know, to me, there are sort of a chain and ball. Except for school, I did never impose any of those timetables to my son, and you would be pleasantly surprised how well of a little gentleman he turned out being! Everybody who ever met him can give testimony to that. A little too much of a square to my taste, but if that works for him, so be it! Now, and for the rest that I might have distractedly left on the inkwell, I think I'll let my friends fill in the blanks.

With half my generation gone: dead from drug abuse, heart attacks, prostate cancer, other kinds of cancer, marriage, bad marriages, bitter divorces, and callous hearts... and the other half gone by simply dropping from life itself... where is it that I would find a suitable partner? Willing to put up with me, the real Me!

I have searched, without even searching, half the globe for that special someone. And though I have encountered, more than once, what everybody refers to as a soul mate: their hearts had been callously withdrawn from the possibility of intimacy. Fear overcame their already fragile self esteem and the result is an obvious one... I remain unpartnered! And one more thing to ponder... I don't like men my own age. They are, at the most, incapable of commitment. And besides Americans, French and Italians, (as for the last two, don't particularly care for them. Not loyal at all!) I haven't found what I was looking for. Younger men in Europe, generally speaking, are not attracted to me! Although, I am, and remain, very attractive. With looks that do not correspond my age, and a curious mind with a probable age of 15! Therefore, Loneliness again!

Maybe I just need a body donor, or to clone myself. LOL Get a body more in harmony with who I am... a body that could last forever, would even be a better deal! But that's just dreaming, not gonna happen! Of course not!

So, the adage goes... “After 50 it is not only impossible to find a suitable husband, but it is also impossible to get stricken by lightning”.

So, go on! By all means, please stand on an open field in the middle of an electric storm... I guarantee you! You will not be stricken by any of it!

Little Girl Blue... and maybe a little estranged too

I am sitting there, I can see her... but I have doubts: maybe I am only looking from me at me.

You could say I have the blues. Dunno why, or if I do, I prefer to keep it to myself.

I am missing something, or something is missing here! Probably the reason why I am there, and not here. If I am confusing you... Imagine how confused must I feel! I counted my little fingers... and still have 10 in my hands. Even counted my little toes, and still have 10 between both feet too!... I couldn't count the raindrops, though. Yesterday wasn't the best day for it! Too many raindrops to sort from: drops falling from the sky, drops falling from trees, drops falling from balconies, and even drops falling upwards, straight from the ground. Too many raindrops to count, cause it was fucking pouring!

What else is there to say... I can't count raindrops! Specially, when all I will ever gonna be able to count on, or wish I could lean on, is going to feel just like those raindrops do: Lonely, through, and totally wet!

I am missing something, or something just missed me! Came, stayed just long enough to make a dent, and then left as if it was passing through here... Probably the reason why am I there now. But, why the missing something isn't it there too? Is it something else besides the here and there? And, if there is something else... why not send me a tender, loving, caring little boy blue? Now!

A little boy blue who'll pick me up and dust me off. Iron willed to hold me endlessly, and resolute to warm me up. A little boy blue to bring me back here, the here and always now to where I belong.

As time goes by

Yes, just as the song says: As time goes by... There is someone out there that could always rely on that other someone to hear the words "I love you"... If he is open enough to accept it unconditionally. If he is open enough not to see any barriers, or preconceptions.

How many of you have ever fell in love at first sight? I know I did. How many of you do believe in love at first sight? I do.

For me it was the moment he stepped out the motor coach. I remember my face lighting up like a Christmas tree. Funny, isn't it? Just when you least expect it, love touches you in a way that makes you walk on air, just an inch above the ground. But, it is only an inch you need to see life through a kaleidoscope. It can happen just like that, in a fraction of a second, in a furtive exchange of glances. Maybe even, in a wink of an eye... or a few winks, perhaps.

It happens when you don't need to say the words, when your eyes are sparkling with love tunes... When you also feel shy! And you really do! It could have been love at first sight in the beginning. But after a mere four days: four wonderful, perfect days... and perhaps during a month of June, days you will always cherish forever! You feel the certainty it isn't at first sight anymore, but a love that lasts for eternity and back! After a four days period you are truly, madly, deeply In Love!

And the song still plays on: "Women needs men, and men must have his mate that no one can deny... still the same old story... ... the world will always welcome lovers, as time goes by" Could it be possible? Could it really be possible for anyone to love and be loved in return? Could the world really welcome them as lovers? Two strangers, but at the same time, undeniable soul mates. Two strangers that in a mere four days could relate more than some couples do in a lifetime?

Love is, and always has been "A fight for love and glory". You know, the winner takes it all!... Why can't we all be winners? And how do you approach that imperfect human being, just to make him understand you only want to love him in a perfect way. Cause the truth is, before your eyes, he is and always will be, perfect!

How can you shorten the time gap between one another? How do you approach intimacy when you are threaten by rejection?

How do you tell that love of yours that no matter what, you will always remember everything that happened between the both of you, that you'll always think of him... That no matter what, your love will always be there... as time goes by.

No brains = Dangerous minds

I was minding my own business. A visit to my friend at the video store. Catching up with her, since we hadn't talk for 4 days... I was hosting my Transylvanian guy! Then, all of a sudden, and out of nowhere, this girl shows up and says hi to my friend. I know her, I've seen her before, many times before! I think we even went together to the Horror Film Festival last winter... not my friend though! But a friend of my friend. Are you following me?

Anyways, she rents the movie American History X with Edward Norton and Edward Furlong. It is about neo-nazi skinheads... and then she opens her mouth, which apparently it isn't connected to her brain... Unfortunately!

She starts talking about the great job the nazis did during WWII. That it is a good thing to kill groups of people to clean the gene pool! And so on... At first I thought she was joking... But then I asked bluntly, "you must be joking, right?"... she turns around, serious face and all, and says to me, in my face! "no, I am not joking".

The next thing was me getting all outraged! The steam: I could feel it coming out my ears, my nose, my eyes! Probably red too! And then, I couldn't help it, I answered that ominous comment "Ok, right! Why don't we start with you then? Right here, right now! I have my knife right here in my pocket (always have it!) it will just take a move from my hand and you will be bleeding to death in a few seconds". She then says to me: "first you have to get me" Aaaaaarrrg!
"Don't worry" I say, "it will be a fast death, you wouldn't even know what is happened until you get to the other side! People like you are the ones who don't deserve to live" I continued, "and I don't care if there are witnesses or not, I don't care cause I would be doing a favor to society. After all, it is their word against mine, and I am very good at getting out of hairy situations. After I kill you, I will be outta here like nothing happened"

And I swear to you! I was ready to do it. Determined! My friend tried, in vain, to make a joke out of it: "Hey Silvia, what about the cameras!" to what I coldly said "the cameras don't work" Which, by the way, it's true!

In the end, I took a deep, deep, deep breath with my knife still in my hand, and walked out the door with not even a goodbye to my friend!

It's been two days already since the incident. Now I can write about it more calmly, but I still feel outraged inside!

All my life I have been fighting intolerance, racism and xenophobe people like this little maggot! I could have crushed it under my shoe, and feel no remorse about it! And I don't think that by doing so would have put me at her level!

When is it gonna stop? When will people learn anything from our bloody past! History teaches us all kinds of lessons as we go by! Why are there people then that still look back and think that killing indiscriminately is a good thing!

Sixty million people died during WWII, 12 of those millions exterminated by the nazi regime, and the rest fighting against it! Isn't that enough! And it is not only WWII, we have thousands of genocide examples throughout history! The former Yugoslavia, Darfur, Rwanda, Sudan, Gaza... just to mention a few of the more recent ones.

Maggots keep on breeding like rats! But people keep on turning their heads, and looking sideways whenever it happens! ......... I didn't! But, should I have acted on it? Vigilante style?

One thing is for sure, the lack of brains and discernment it will only lead to dangerous minds. With no morals whatsoever, nor respect for their fellow human beings. FUCKING MAGGOTS!

Between oxy's and Don Q!

Tough decision! It is my last weekend in the island and I am debating myself between taking an oxy and going to bed, or go out for a while and have some Don Q Limon with diet coke!

Which one would you choose???? I am still thinking...............

I will probably do both! First the Don Q and later the oxy! lol

Seeya tomorrow!

The Hunger

I am going through a phase... the hunger phase! Not enough brains to eat from! Thus, not enough inspiration! The muses seem to have abandoned me, or maybe they are hiding from me... the truth, I will never know for sure which one it is.

In the mean time, it finally started to rain. I just hope it brings some desperately needed coolness into this air, so thick, you need a knive to cut through it! The downside is that mosquitos seem to have developed AOIES (Acquired "Off" Immune Eficiency Syndrome) and no matter how much of it I spray all over myself, they keep coming right at me. Like kamikazes, they attack all my exposed flanks! Even my bare fingers find their unmerciful stings making way through my flesh while I am writing this!

I guess it is about time to jump into the shower, and shake some of this heat off me... maybe they wont be so tempted by the clean skin (the kamikazes, I mean). Yes, I am gonna jump into it! I was really trying to avoid the moment. But, I guess that, by now, it has become one of those urgent, needlessly unpostponable moments... And, again, in the mean time, I will urgently wait for the kamikazes to leave me, and the muses to join me...

Now, if I could only eat some brains!

Dos Gardenias para...

No son dos gardenias para mi. Tampoco una para ti. Esa flor blanca y delicada con un perfume embriagante, sesgada, debatiendose entre la vida y la muerte, ahora le pertenece a Yemanya.



Don Q limon en mi aliento mezclado con Diet Coke y la gardenia solitaria, que ahora flota en un mar con nombre de mujer, son los aromas de esta noche. Detras, estan las pancartas llenas de consignas. Detras esta la politica de un imitador, de un comico, a pesar de no hacer comicidades. Detras de Hans Landa y Au Revoir Shoshana! Pero, tampoco es de Alemania este dictador. Este dictador nacio con la mancha de platano... y tu abuela donde esta? Parece preguntarme la gardenia, mirandome fijamente desde su mar de agua dulce... y tu abuela donde esta? vuelve a preguntar la gardenia al tirano que baila salsa californiana.



Ruben Blades es confundido por el Gran Combo y un chico de camisa blanca me mira y yo lo miro tambien. Nos miramos. Ruben termina su acto sin ser confundido. Ya no nos miramos. Me voy por el camino donde viven las gardenias hermanas de la que hoy nada en un mar en calma. De la que hoy yace sesgada, debatiendose entre Machin y las gatas que maullan a una luna inexistente, flotando en un mar de agua dulce con nombre de mujer.

Goodbye NY, Hello San Juan!

May 1st, 2010

There was so much I would have liked to do in this city... unfortunately, when you are a penniless traveler, like me, you have to settle for the things that are free in life! Like friends, good company, interesting conversations, and nature... all kinds of it! Urban and not so urban nature!

Got everything packed, jumped into the shower, and called Sue for breakfast at her favorite bagel shop. We grabbed some iced coffee on the way, and sat at a little Park near Columbia University. After a breakfast/picnic at the park, we said our farewells and went our separate ways. It wasn't goodbye, though... But many, many thanks!

The shuttle to the airport was amazingly on time! TG I was early, for a change! lol

The flight to San Juan was extremely short! Only 2 hours and 19 minutes... I wonder if it was due to the heavy winds?

Well, now I am here, ready to undergo the long list of doctor's appointments! But I need them in order to proceed with my NY lawsuit... so, good luck to me!!!!! lol

Cheers!

In a New York minute...

April 30, 2010

Last real day in NYC, cause tomorrow I will have to leave for JFK around 2pm. Got up late again! Still DUI... driving myself under the influence of a jet-lag! lol

After having breakfast with Sue, I went to the library to use the Internet... tried to check if the transfer Nela made to my account was already posted, NO LUCK! Fucking Spanish banks!!!!

I checked my messages, answered some of them, made sure I had all the numbers of the cs in PR I was gonna stay with, and left for a walk downtown.

The day was gorgeous! Sunny and hot, just as promised! A real summer day in the Big Apple! Still penniless but happy, I strolled around Central Park and my old neighborhood in E Houston. I had all day for myself, up until 7:30pm when I was supposed to meet with Sue and friends for dinner, a music show, and a party at one of her buddies.

Dinner was at a small African restaurant in Brooklyn. I got on the subway, and asked for directions at the booth. They told me to get off at Nevins... I don't have to tell you, I got LOST! I was told the restaurant was in Carlton Ave and Hoyts... the thing is Carlton and Hoyts go parallel to each other... so, there is no such corner! It took me an hour's walk to find the place! That was the downside of it... on the other side... I passed by Alan Rickman (Harry Potter's Professor Snape) on my way to the restaurant! Didn't want to stop him or anything, after all, he is just another human being going on doing whatever his business is! But, for me and everybody else that visits or lives in this city, this is what it's known as a New York minute... when anything can happen or pass you by!

3rd day In the Big Apple and 1st Cosmo!!!

April 29, 2010

3rd. day in NYC. I still am under the influence of a severe jet-lag. I got up really late in the morning and felt slower than ever doing the daily routine of showering, having breakfast, etc. In other words, I had to be in Wall st. district to see my lawyer at 2:00pm, and got there just!

I spent the whole afternoon going over details, and more details of something that happened almost 4 years ago! Believe me, my memory doesn't reach that far! So, I guess I could say it was somewhat a pain in the neck! But got through alright, though.

The day was a bit windy but, all in all, sunny and pleasant. I walked up to Ground Zero, which is a couple of blocks away from my lawyer's, and saw the memorial they are building there. It is gonna be really nice once it's finished. Went to the Post Office next door and sent a postcard to Sylwana and Troy in Poland, as per their specific request! lol

It was so nice outside that I decided to walk a little and go up to Canal st. I was surprised at how many of my old shopping places are now closed! Well, they all were selling smuggled goods, and I guess the cops were really on them! But I managed to find my old Hindu friend, the one that always sells my perfume, and was able to get a good bargain outta him... as always! lol A short visit to Pearl for art supplies, where, unbelievably, my student card from Spain got me a 10% discount! I am all for discounts and bargains!

I then took the subway to Time Square at 42nd, and walked down to 40th with 7th to the most famous comic book store in the world! I was trying to find Raphael or Michaelangelo, from the TMNT action figures for my son as a b-day gift, which is next month... but, unfortunately, they had none! A bit frustrated walked back to Broadway and went to Toys R Us... the same thing! No Raphael! No Michaelangelo! Totally frustrated now!

The afternoon was giving in, as well as my feet. It was time to go back to the dorm and try to rest some before my dinner date with Sandy... or so I thought! 10 minutes after I got there Sandy called and told me to leave right away! Take the subway up to 242nd st. where she will be waiting for me... No rest! "This is NYC" I keep telling myself! The city that never "rests"!

It was so good though to finally see Sandy! She is looking great, and doing really well after the cancer. She took me for dinner to a little sushi place in Riverdale, and... I finally had my first cosmopolitan!!!! Sushi was excellent too!

Stuffed and tired, (cause it was my real meal since I've got here!) I went back to the dorm. I was supposed to meet Sue and go to a cs meeting with her and a bunch of NY cs, but when I called her I got the machine, and by the time she answered back I was already half sleep, and with no desire of going out again!

Outside, it was still windy and a little cold. But we still had the promise of a new day ahead, a one with shinny and clear skies... and that was enough to go to sleep and dream again.

2nd day in NYC... Lawyer's day!

April 28, 2010

Second day in NYC... Meetings with my lawyer, and such await me! Not a fun day for me. Besides, it is fucking freezing out there!

I feel like an onion, I am wearing layer upon layer of clothing, and still am freezing! Can barely move! So many layers make me a little bit clumsy. Well, what the hell! I am just a little bit clumsier than usual! lol

The meeting at my lawyer's cut my day in two. I wanted to go to the National History Museum or the Planetarium, but didn't had enough money for it! So, I just walked around its lobby and took a couple of pics of the enormous dinosaur's bones displayed in the middle of it. Tried to see if I could get away by sneaking in one of the exhibits or the museum itself, but it was heavily guarded, and was afraid to get caught... I left with my tail between my legs, and went back to Sue's.

Later on that same day, I received a call from Sandy. Finally! We are probably gonna have dinner tomorrow night. I really wanna see her, it has already been more than 2 years since we last saw each other! It is about time.

In the mean time, I was back at the dorm, Sue wasn't around, but I knew she was going through her finals and she would have little or no time at all to be with me. So, I called Adam's assistant, Amr, a really nice young gentleman! We share a passion for writing and culture, so I was glad we could meet that night for a walk. Outside it was even colder than the night before! Really crazy weather for NY this time of year! But the weatherman's forecast for tomorrow looks promising... we'll see!

Amr and I walked all the way down from 72nd street (I think) to Columbus Circle, and sat down there sharing our space with some of NYC rats! We both kept away from each other's path, fortunately! (I meant the rats and us!)

BTW, I showed Amr, who's a major in English, my latest English poem and he not just liked it, he thought it was very good! Which really reassured the thought of how good I am! LOL

666 has landed in NYC!

First day in NYC... It started as a normal NYC day, everybody running around, fast paced... even the elderly!

My hostess had planned something for the evening. I had a terrible jet-lag and was really tired... but, it is NYC, and you can't say no to it! Can you?

She told me we were gonna have pizza near Bleecker st. and then go to an off-Broadway comedy show... What a surprise, a delightful surprise! When the curtain finally opened, my jaw dropped to the floor! There they were, Yllana's boys on a new comedy show called "666". I reviewed them right here on September 10, 2008 when they performed in Sabadell town festivities their Star Trip show... I just couldn't believe my eyes, it was, actually, a very surreal experience!

I am in NYC! Not in Spain! Not anymore, anyways. But there they were, performing their incredibly talented comedy act, and I... I was in some place between a transoceanic jet-lag and a NY minute.

I am a vessel on a sea as deep as unknown...

I am a vessel on a sea as deep as unknown. Adrift... with a gust of breezing contradictions blowing my sail to port. I have the sun ahead, but the stars follow me close. I don't mind the solitude, that rogue a splash salting my face. An empty bottle meant for a shore, carrying a message of rum days long gone.

I am a vessel on shadowy waters leaving a whitish wake. Adrift... flying with seagulls following a dream, racing with dolphins a meaningful stream. I don't mind the fading horizon, that line that never comes close. An empty bottle meant for a shore, carrying a message for someone long gone.