I'm really a cat you see
And it's not my last life at all
So don't bother
I won't die of deception
I promise you won't ever see me cry
Don't feel sorry

"In Your Eyes"

love I get so lost, sometimes
days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
when I want to run away
I drive off in my car
but whichever way I go
I come back to the place you are

all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
the heat I see in your eyes

love, I don't like to see so much pain
so much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

and all my instincts, they return
and the grand facade, so soon will burn
without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

in your eyes
the light the heat
in your eyes
I am complete
in your eyes
I see the doorway to a thousand churches
in your eyes
the resolution of all the fruitless searches
in your eyes
I see the light and the heat
in your eyes
oh, I want to be that complete
I want to touch the light,
the heat I see in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes
in your eyes in your eyes

que no dejara de escribir

a veces creo que es verdad que el cancer,
es ira y rencor, alberado en nuestro cuerpo,
por tanto tiempo, por tanta vida,
que de alguna manera fluye y sale y se expresa,
como cuando nos castigamos,
como cuando engordamos o fumamos tanto,
somos nosotros ahi dentro,
queriendo ser felices y castigandonos
por no hacernos felices a nosotros,
o por no poder conquister la felicidad de alguien mas....

creo que dejar de escribir desembocaria en lo mismo,
en algun cancer visceral,
algun cancer cardiaco,
algun cancer espiritual que es el mas doloroso,
que es el que mas te consume en vida,
el que te acerca mas al infierno que nos creamos...
algun cancer del alma....

no puedo dejar de hacerlo querida amiga,
porque entonces ni siquiera tu,
que se la unica que lee mis palabras,
mis manos, mi voz y cada letra,
porque entonces ni siquiera tu sabrias,
lo que se muere cada dia,
lo que se renace cada noche,
lo que me consumio el alma tanto tiempo,

porque mis preguntas del dolor estarian en la nada
mi profundo abismo seria infinitesimal,
mi alegria por la vida nula....

porque creer en el amor de nuevo,
seria un cancer irremediablemente mortal.

te amo.

under the tuscan sun

Esta es una de mis peliculas favoritas, porque se, que mis amigas siempre estan, donde sea y como sea que este....

She ran out on me.
She said she realized she didn't
want to be a mother after all.
[ Crying ]
Oh, disaster, Frances.
How do you do it?
How do you ever breathe again?




I'm so sorry.

Don't be.
I'm fine now.
There's nothing like a fountain
and a magnum of French champagne
to put you right again.

Really?

What do you think?
Oh.
You know who I really love
the most from all the films?

Cabiria.
You remember at the end
when another man has left her
in the most terrible way,
and she thinks
it's all over for her?
Then she sees some children
playing in the street,
making music.
And before she knows it...
she's smiling again.
That's what Fefe always said.

No matter what happens...
always keep
your childish innocence.
It's the most important thing.