things one use to know

edna busca trabajo...

mi busqueda de trabajo: no fue muy exitosa!
me rendi... en vez me fui de compras... un poco mas como yo!






me consegui un corazon nuevo

Satellite of Love

Para mi querida satelite de amor, para que le des un update a mi vida y me monitorees como solo el mundo cibernetico nos deja!

te quiero y me "haces una falta sin fondo"

...me va bien, hoy camine por toda la ciudad sola y pase por el rio! tambien vi a una ardilla que se acerco bastante hacia mi y el pollo, pero luego alguien le tiro una galleta y se fue con ellos a escalar paredes!

hasta la proxima llamada con video por skype!

ps... el ridge (donde vivo) tiene muchos gatos realengos, pero son amigables. me hacen feliz.

"For Whom the Bell Tolls"

"Some one came out from under the blanket (covering the mouth of the cave) and he could see whoever it was standing by the break in the rock that made the entrance. Then he heard a slithering sound in the snow and then whoever it was ducked down and went back in. I suppose she won't come until they are all asleep, he thought. It is a waste of time. The night is half gone. Oh, Maria. Come now quickly, Maria, for there is little time. He heard the soft sound of snow falling from a branch onto the snow on the ground. A little wind was rising. He felt it on his face. Suddenly he felt a panic that she might not come. The wind rising now reminded him how soon it would be morning. More snow fell from the branches as he heard the wind now moving the pine tops. Come now, Maria. Please come here now quickly, he thought. Oh, come here now. Do not wait. There is no importance any more to your waiting until they are asleep. Then he saw her coming out from under the blanket that covered the cave mouth. She stood there a moment and he knew it was she but he could not see what she was doing. He whistled a low whistle and she was still at the cave mouth doing something in the darkness of the rock shadow. Then she came running, carrying something in her hands and he saw her running long-legged through the snow. Then she was kneeling by the robe, her head pushed hard against him, slapping snow from her feet. She kissed him and handed him her bundle. "Put it with thy pillow," she said. "I took these off there to save time." "You came barefoot through the snow?" "Yes," she said, "and wearing only my wedding shirt." He held her close and tight in his arms and she rubbed her head against his chin. "Avoid the feet," she said. "They are very cold, Roberto." "Put them here and warm them." "Nay," she said. "They will warm quickly. But say quickly now that you love me." "I love thee." "Good. Good. Good." "I love thee, little rabbit." "Do you love my wedding shirt?" "It is the same one as always." "Yes. As last night. It is my wedding shirt." "Put thy feet here." "Nay, that would be abusive. They will warm of themselves. They are warm to me. It is only that the snow has made them cold toward thee. Say it again." "I love thee, my little rabbit." "I love thee, too, and I am thy wife." "Were they asleep?" "No," she said. "But I could support it no longer. And what importance has it?" "None," he said, and felt her against him, slim and long and warmly lovely. "No other thing has importance." "Put thy hand on my head," she said, "and then let me see if I can kiss thee. "Was it well?" she asked. "Yes," he said. "Take off thy wedding shirt." "You think I should?" "Yes, if thou wilt not be cold." "_Qué va_, cold. I am on fire." "I, too. But afterwards thou wilt not be cold?" "No. Afterwards we will be as one animal of the forest and be so close that neither one can tell that one of us is one and not the other. Can you not feel my heart be your heart?" "Yes. There is no difference." "Now, feel. I am thee and thou art me and all of one is the other. And I love thee, oh, I love thee so. Are you not truly one? Canst thou not feel it?" "Yes," he said. "It is true." "And feel now. Thou hast no heart but mine." "
él:
"What is strange, is that I was enchanted by this at a very lonely time in my life, but it meant so much to me, and until now, I have had nothing to compare it to."

we DON'T need a revolution in the summer time

estas dos son las mejores

y estas me hacen mas falta de lo que ellas se imaginan....

vamos a limpiar abanicos

quien necesita amigos de todas maneras, hoy me hace falta mi persona favorita a quien le encanta limpiar abanicos.

el acuario y la influenza porcina

...ya que me estoy uniendo al mundo de los pseudo-hipsters prriqueños cibernetico empezare por donde me encuentro, mi locura amorosa situada dentro de los estados unidos, especificamente en el acuario!
ya llevo casi dos semanas de esta trayectoria y se puede decir que valio la pena, que toda mi incertidumbre sigue ahi pero tiene demasiados momentos felices. parece estar viviendo otra vida que no es la mia, que ya mismito me levantare y estare denuevo en el 27 de abril apunto de irme nuevamente y que estas ultimas dos semanas han sido todo parte de mi imaginacion.
ahora digo yo, marisa, dichosa yo....
el dia antes de irme salieron todas las noticias de la influenza porcina y estoy convencida que la tengo! este dolor de garganta que no se va y mi perdida de peso que sigue en pie' ...digo que es la enfermedad o la cantidad de cariño que estoy recibiendo y mi felicidad!
ya estamos en austin, empezando algo parecido a una vida. que rico se siente estar aqui.