The right place?!

Suddently, I feel like I need to write... I just need to write.
I called my dad's house in El Salvador to see if he was already home after the surgery, and my little brother answered the phone. He didn't know anything. I asked how my dad was and my bro said that he didn't know; that he had planned going to the hospital with my big bro, but when he got home my big bro was already gone. I feel... I don't know how I feel. I wish I could be over there with my papi. How can they care so little?! I remember last time my dad had surgery... it was open heart... he had something done (a bypass I think) about seven years ago... and I remember being at the hospital with him the night before the surgery and laughing at some silly joke (as always... we're so goofy). And then the next thing I remember is waiting for the doctor to come and tell us how it all had gone... and then I recall seeing my dad after the surgery... he looked so... fragile.

I wish I was with him now. But there is not really anything I can do but wait here... and guess what time my big bro might get home, so I can call and find out how are things.
I'm just waiting here, for someone to tell me anything. How pathetic. How useless. I wish I could be with him.

A prayer

Dear God,
Please take care of my papi at this moment. I know he had surgery today, please help him recover fast. Help my brothers take care of him, and provide him with anything he needs. Thank you for his life. Thank you for giving him to me.

Click on the pic

Here's a piece of my room... my walls are full of pictures, posters, paintings, and a lot of important stuff that might be consider "trash" by others (some of these individuals are related to me).

Oh... such a great day!

Today, the weather was perfect!!! And that's not something I get to say very often in Arkansas... the sun was shining and it was about 70 degrees. Mmmmmmm... rico!
I had a test on JOUR. I laughed a lot. I got some pictures/posters of a movie I've never heard about (The Mystery of Picasso?). I got to see some of my friends. I was told that a story I wrote for a class was "just sooo good"... so I'll probably be writing for the school newspaper next year. I've had "Suena como Mozart" in my head all day, which is ok. I'm reading stuff for school (official business, dear). It's not over yet :)

This is life. Lots of things... like every day. Life is fun... when we make it fun. It's always a great day when you're alive. So let the world see your light...

P.S. Life is life. Sht happens. Sht like having your best friend in a different country... so far and yet so near. I miss you Pau :'( So let's fulfill our purpose in this world (meaning: let's make an impact) so we can get to share routines once again.

"Suena como Mozart" de Rucks-Parker

yo quisiera decir lo siento
más la verdad no siento nada
más que musica a lo lejos
en una tarde oxidada

nada que ver en la tele
tu recuerdo que me duele
filosofia en pañales
la esperanza que si llueve

talvez logre acostumbrar mi vista al tanto
talvez logre descubrir que estoy buscando

con esmero me remito
una carta a mi mismo
para ver que tal me siento
en el peor de mis cinismos

se que mis infiernos son tus paraisos (lo se)
se que estoy parado al borde de tu abismo

pero no voy a lanzarme
porque tengo mis gendarmes
con violines y trompetas
y la musica que llega
a mi me suena como mozart
a mi me suena como mozart
en mi mente suena como mozart
a veces suena como mozart

tu universo tiene seis metros cuadrados
tu mundo cabe en la palma de mi mano
porque no, no me interesan
tus rincones y tus tretas
solamente tengo en mente lo que tocan en la orquesta

y es que suena como mozart
a mi me suena como mozart
en mi mente suena como mozart
a veces suena como mozart

me quiero mucho
me quiero a mi mismo
por eso no voy a lanzarme a tu avismo

no voy a lanzarme
porque tengo mis gendarmes
con violines y trompetas
y la musica que llega
a mi me suena como mozart
a mi me suena como mozart
en mi mente suena como mozart
a veces suena como mozart
casi siempre!

NOTE: Man... this is such a great song!

Vincent's magic

What can I say? I love art... I don't know why or when it all started.
All I know is that I find magic in it. Feeds my soul...

And when I paint, or draw, or write... it's magical.

The first Van Gogh I saw

I was at the East Wing of the National Gallery of Art, and I went to the Tolouse-Lautrec and Mortmartre exhibit. I was just walking around, with this great feeling in my heart (I was so excited!) and I looked to my left (always) and I saw "Agostina Segatori in the Café du Tambourin".
I had to take a moment... Van Gogh is my favorite artist and I had never had the opportunity to see one of his paintings... and there I was, standig in front of one.

Meant the world to me.

New places, new faces

I just came back from Washington D.C.
I went to the 2005 AAUW National Conference for College Women Student Leaders. The conference was great, I met new friends and learned some new things. Now when someone asks me "what time is it?" I will want to say "ZING! time" with the funny gesture... I'll probably say that once or twice... just for the kicks!
It was my first time in D.C. and I loved it... I loved everything about it and didn't want to come back to quiet-Arkansas. I miss city things like buses and noise... everything brought back memories from home. I even wrote a couple of poems (in Spanish). I remembered how it was like to see Latinos all around me.
We did a lot of the must-do for tourists, we saw must of the must-see. And I have to admit that after the National Gallery of Art, I wasn't really interested in much more... I got to see some Van Gogh originals and OMG, even now that I'm recalling the moments my heart is beating faster and I can't help but smile!
Of course, there is much more to tell about the trip. But it'll have to be later, because I'm very tired.

I'd love to live in D.C.