On that cold November morning she woke up full of excitement. But her good mood only stood a chance until the first news reache...
“Talk to me and watch me crumble, You will see you got mine down, Faithfully I will look over, There I'll find what you've become (What you've become); You help me lose my mind, And you believe something I can't define, Help me lose my mind, make me run back, What if all before; Keep, I need more time, How much longer, Who I've been waiting for…”
“Kissing like a bandit stealing time underneath a sycamore tree. Cupid by the hour sends Valentines to my sweet lover and me. Slowly, but surely your appetite is more than I knew. Sweetly, softly I'm falling in love with you. Wish me love a wishing well to kiss and tell; a wishing well of butterfly tears. Wish me love a wishing well to kiss and tell. A wishing well of crocodile tears sing…”
Life. Some things keep changing, some stay the same. She would have never imaged that she would be as confused about her future and ...
“I gave you attention when nobody else was payin'; I gave you the shirt off my back what you sayin'; To keep you warm; I showed you the game everybody else was playin', that's for sure; And I was on my knees when nobody else was prayin', oh lord; Where are you now that I need ya?...”
Summer. The word was like some kind of magic formula for fun and great expectations when she was a child. The older she got, the ...
“I'm a flame, You're a fire, I'm the dark in need of light, When we touch, you inspire, Feel the change in me tonight, So take me up, take me higher, There's a world not far from here, We can dance in desire, Or we can burn in love tonight, Our hearts are like firestones, And when they strike, we feel the love, Sparks will fly, they ignite our bones, But when they strike, we light up the world…”
The scent of Cuba was disappearing from her life like the suntan of her skin. She still remembered standi...
“Ever since I met you all that I seem to do is dream wonderful dreams, Heaven's before my eyes, when will I realize my dreams, wonderful dreams? The skies will all be blue, When my dreams come true, And I'll be smiling through, When my dreams come true, That Spanish castle I build in my mind, Will be your love nest, the practical kind, And I'll be there with you, When my dreams come true…”
So there she was, José Martí international airport, standing in an eternal row to exchange last minute withdraw...
"When your legs don't work like they used to before And I can't sweep you off of your feet Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love? Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks? When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades And the crowds don't remember my name When my hands don't play the strings the same way (mmm...) I know you will still love me the same..."
She couldn't really tell why she stopped posting on the blog. For one thing, she felt like there was no sense in co...
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