Only for Buisness

The tide was coming in,
Ralph chose the firm strip
as a path,
because he needed to think.

Pacing by the water,
He lost himself in amaze,
understanding
the wearisomness,
of this life.

He stopped,
facing the strip;
the time had come
for the assembly,
there must be no mistakes,
no chasing imaginary,
no fun,
but buisness.

The beach,
was dotted,
boys were
waiting,
waiting for the assembly
to start.

Grass was worn away,
the tide was coming in,
and again,
he lost himself
in deep waters.

Not for fun,
not for laughing,
ONLY for buisness.

There's no water,
shelfs are dry...

Someone called out,
they quited
slowly...
The beastie,
the talk of fear,
made people
start frightening.

Fear,
can't hurt you anymore,
I am a hunter;
or am I not?

I'm not
talking about fear,
But as for,
the beast!

Tormented,
by the silence,
necesity to speak,
to speak
in assembly,
tears lept from his eyes.

Maybe it's not,
only us...
its some sort,
of ghost.

The world,
understandable,
lawful world,
had gone away
with the wind.

A thin wail,
chill them,
powerless
to help them.

Where I'm From

I am from music, lyrics that bring back the moments, from Ipods and Taylor Swift.
From the ocean, the waves seen in my balcony going back and forth, the salty smell, the sound that conforts you.
From the books full of recipies in the black shelf, and the kitchen's particular cookie dough smell.

I am from Christmas, from family meatings in the living room.
From dad shouting on Sundays because we are late to mass,
From mom cooking and teaching me, but failed,
From the boxes still unopened full of pictures and memories from another place.

From running till someone says "got ya!!",
From counting till 50 and seeking for friends,
From drawing in the white, huge walls, the walls that,--in that time-- where as tall as the Empire State, living a particular crayola smell all over the house,
From trying to cook, but there was a voice saying "Don't touch the oven!", the voice that freaked me out.

I am from teenage love, from the voice always telling me that what goes up must come down, so don't let yourself fall.
From watching movies all over again just because I loved one particular part,
From running like a little kid just because it relaxes me.

I am from Colombia, yet I am not in that place.
From the I don't want to move to another place, and the I don't want to go back.

I am from those moments.
From the befores and afters,
From the things that have happened,
and the things that I am still waiting for,
From reaching for stars,
and even if I don't grab them,
I still  feel like I am on the top of the world.

Article on Japan's Natural Disaster

It was 2:44 pm (local time) in Japan. It had been a normal day. People were at work, others at home. Kids were arriving from school--some, not all. The ocean was azure, so as the sky. Everything was so normal in Japan. People trafficking  accelerated and decelerated, everything was just normal until the clock marked 2:46 pm... Suddenly everything started shaking. People couldn't stand straight, they were fitful, not steady. A massive earthquake of 8.9 magnitude had hit Japan. You could hear people shouting, cars crashing, the sound was as audible as it could possibly be.

Minutes later, the floor stopped shaking. People thought everything was over, all the natural causes. They didn't expect any other natural disaster happening, but 15-30 minutes later, a copious amount of water flooded all Japan causing houses, cars, farms, factories, get on fire. It left a lot of people homeless, dead, and disappeared. This tsunami was a 10 meter one.

The number of deaths is still unclear since a lot of persons are still missing.

Adept people in tsunamis and earthquakes investigated how the tsunami formed. They said it preceeded from the earthquake which means that the earthquake cause the tsunami and prompted at least 19 countries and islands in the Pacific Ocean to have tsunami alerts.

After all of this happened, their have been a lot of aftershocks.

Interviews of people that were their in Japan--people who were eyewitnesses of the natural disaster and survived-- said and described how Japan ended being, destroyed. This made a big impact on its economy. This means Japan needs our help.

The House on Mango Street

The "House on Mango Street" by Sandra Cisneros is a memoir book that will take you on a journey on the main character's, a Mexican girl named Esperanza, life living in Chicago. This book has gained its title by being the street were Esperanza lived her childhood, teenage years, in Chicago.

This memoir is written in fabulous vignettes that will not only teach you about how hard it is for a Mexican to live in the United States, but in a metaphoric way, it will teach you about how Esperanza felt about being Mexican, her relationship with her family and friends, not having much friends because of were she was, how she matured, what happened to her in her teenager years and how Mango Street changed her and her way of seeing life.

Esperanza comes to realize how she has separate more from her home. How she has mature and become a more responsible girl through time, and how even though she still thinks she hasn't found a real home of her own, writing this story and living in Mango Street has make her realize some secrets about herself she didn't know.

"The House on Mango Street" is a really good memoir. I like how you have to re-read and actually think deeply in to Sandra's words, to really know what she is meaning. I had fun reading it because each vignette contains a story in which you could really realize how difficult it is for a Mexican girl to live in the United States.

Lines I Loved:


- "In English my name means hope. In Spanish it means too many letters. It means sadness, it means waiting."
-  "Sally, you lied, you lied. He wouldn’t let me go. He said I love you, I love you, Spanish girl."
-"She looked out the window her whole life, the way so many women sit their sadness on an elbow. I wonder if she made the best with what she got or was she sorry because she couldn’t be all the things she wanted to be. Esperanza. I have inherited her name, but I don’t want to inherit her place by the window."

What I Believe

I believe that
even the smallest actions,
can turn a person's world around.

I believe that,

life is full of second chances,

that you should take risks.

I believe that,
time heals everything.

I believe that
music brightens your day.

I believe that,
love is as beautiful
as a rose,
but you always have to
watch out for the thorns.

I believe in
dancing in the rain.

I believe that,
blondes are not dumb.

I believe in laughter,
in a smile,
in living your life to the fullest.

I believe that,
you shouldn't make someone a priority
in your life,
if you are just an option
in theirs.

I believe in
happy endings,
that they can happen in real life.

I believe that
with time,
I will find my prince charming,
and I will be his Cinderella.

I believe that
everybody should be persistent.

I believe in creating yourself.

I believe in
The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks.

I believe in the
sweet rhythms of Taylor Swift.

I believe that
love is a battle field,
that you have to be careful
or you will end up hurt.

So go out into the battle field
because
sometimes to love,
you have to
hurt..

I Still Don't Know

It was a sweltering June day when Patricia and Maria Fernanda got apprehended by the police. Why? Well, there are many stories like it was a mistake, they thought they were another girls, but non of those stories are true. I know the true story. Why? Because I was part of the calamitous plan, the plan that never worked, but I was very meticulous in my way of escaping and didn't got cought, like they did. They escaped in a way that made me think it was imminent that they were going to get cought. I know that some people are asking were am I right now if the police is looking for me all over town? They are even interrogating my friends (who don't know were am I) to see if they know something, which they dont. Well, weeks have elapsed and I am still here, in another country, without going out. I am going crazy! Well, back to the story, it all started this way...

Patricia, Maria Fernanda and me, were tired of how the president, government, were lionized. People get excited everytime they are going to say something! It creats a bizarre image because its out of the normal routine. You have to see how the crowd the town gets!  So, since we were tired, we conspired to atack the government when they were in the International Speech Day were the government and president form a dissension when taking dessisions for the country. We assimilated into the crowd and started shooting up to the sky, so that people could get scared and form an anarchy, but the plan was a complete fail. I saw the polices running towerd us, so I decided to run away while Patricia and Maria Fernanda just stayed there and let the police put shackles in there hands so that they could stop the movement of their hands, and leave their weapons on the floor.

I continue running till I got to a bus stop and decided to get out of that country. I don't know anything about Maria Fernanda and Patricia. I think they are at jail right now. The last time I talked to them ( 3 weeks ago) they were beign arraigned. They promise not to say anything about me, but I know I can't continue leaving this way, Without a family, poor, ect.. I still don't know what to do, I still don't know if I should stay quiet for the rest of my life or give myself to the police. I just still dont know.

Same Old Holden

It was a cold, dark night in New York City. I was clad with a black suit, pants, a hat and my mittens, while I was walking, alone, through Central Park. No one was there except for me and a young man wearing a red hunting hat.

 From were I was, it seemed that he was in a very lousy shape, and he seemed to be drunk. He was shouting and excruciating insult to himself, or at least, thats what I think because there was nobody except for me and him in the park, and he couldn't see me because I was behind him. When I started to get closer, I began to surmise that that man was Holden Caulfield because of the crazy stiff he was shouting and his red hunting hat. I wished he wasn't Holden. Oh my God, I hated that guy back in Elkton Hills because of his weird and irascible disposition. He was one of those guys who embarks always a  fight, ALWAYS. He rebukes people because of their religion and way to dress. He is just one of those guys that acts like he recluses. I hadn't seen that guy like in two years that was when he got expelled from Elkton Hills, so I started thinking that maybe he had changed his brusque personality and way of talking to people.

I started getting closer and closer with audacity to see if that was Holden. While I was getting closer and closer, I started to get an inkling of Holden actually being the guy in the park.

When I finally got there and saw his face, I realize it was Holden, so I decided talking to him. He was lackadaisical, as always, when you talked to him. "Hi Holden, long time no see." I said in a very serene voice.
"Hi there, Ana. I haven't see you like in two years. How's school and all?"
"Nice as always! In what school are you now?"
"I am in a school near somewhere around here. What ever with that.. Do you know where the ducks go when the water from the lake get freeze and all?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Where the ducks go!! Boy, I always knew you were like that. Never knowing something and all."
"Oh my God, you haven't change a bit Holden. I think I know more things than you Mr."
"I'm sorry, i was just mad.. So, do you want to go for a drink or something, I am getting dehydrated."
"I am not going any where with you. You will never change, huh? Sorry, but I can't go any where with a person like you, Holden. Bye, "nice" seeing you."

Walking away, I started thinking that this guy will never change. He is still not concise when talking, and he will always get out of the topics. He will always be very despicable and mean. Yes, my friends, that is Holden. He is a pain in the behind and that will never change. I will wished that moment had not happen. I wish I will never have a re encounter with Holden Caulfield.