Nataro

¿ Alguno de ustedes ha visto el minuto de la hora cambiar de 59 a 00? Cuando estoy en el carro siempre me fijo en la hora. A veces el minuto está en 38, después 50... Miro a la ventana y de repente, ya está en 02. Luego del 59 nunca logro ver la hora en punto 0. Pensaba que después del 59 marcaba 60. Mi prima me explicó que no es así. Va del 59 a 0. Ayer estuve tan cerca, vi al 58. Enfoque mi vista … me concentré… 4:59 P.M. Por fin, vería al 59 cambiar a 00. Y en ese instante, mi madre aplastó a un sapo. Provocando un susto que quito mi mirada del reloj. Me lo perdí. 5:02 P.M. Quizás mañana lo veré… Pobre sapo.

8:15 "All is fair in love and war" They say this is war. Forgive me my love for never setting you free.

De Diosa a Reina De Reina a Princesa De Princesa a traidora De traidora a puta De puta a guillotina De mujer a bruja Del fuego, la transcendencia De las cenizas, el molde del vientre que nos volvera a parir

Est á IN ser  Latino, Come Visit! I live in the Colony where all you want to do is vacation in Trying to be activists then sleeping with the enemy Latinos, ¡pero que se jodan nuestros problemas! Boricua pa'l baile, la botella, y la baraja pero pa' hablar de como nos roban y nos matan nadie dice ¡WEPA!

  1:52 'Out of sight out of mind', but she's here now. She's more than just in mind, she's in sight. I can't pretend I don't care that she doesn't. I hide but my tell-tale heart gives me away. 'Louder, louder, louder!' 'Why does it not stop?!'

Life is violent and brutal. We are thrown in here with no warning. We come with nothing and leave only with memories. Life puzzles me, like it puzzles everyone. A long list of unanswered "why's?" A simple answer? It just is. Why? It just is. Earth is a cluster of happenings that imprison us in a small corner. And we all try to be happy in our little corners But edges cut. We bleed out, smiling through it all. Because "life is beautiful" and the hurtings are "lessons". Is sadness human condition? Or has this lifestyle conditioned a sadness in us? A deep, dark, lost sadness from which we can't escape. It's never enough. It will never be enough, until it's too late. What path have we taken? What path will I take? Two roads diverged... I took none.