Poema del dia.

I pronounce your name on dark nights,
when the stars come to drink on the moon
and sleep in tufts of hidden fronds. 

And I feel myself hollow of passion and music.
Crazy clock that sings dead ancient hours.

I pronounce your name, in this dark night,
and your name sounds more distant than ever.
More distant than all stars 
and more doleful than a calm rain.

Will I love you like then ever again? 

What blame has my heart? 

When the mist dissipates, 

what other passion may I expect? 

Will it be calm and pure? 

If only my fingers could defoliate the moon!

- Federico Garcia Lorca.

WORDS OF WISEDOM:

" Um, thank you. I'm not much for public speaking. Or much for speaking. Or, come to think of it, much for the public. And I'm not very good at lying. So let me just say that, in my experience, high school sucks. If I had to do it all over again, I'd have started advanced placement classes in preschool so I could go from eighth grade straight to college. However, given the unalterable fact that high school sucks, I'd like to add that if you're lucky enough to have a good friend and a family that cares, it doesn't have to suck quite as much. Otherwise my advice is: Stand firm for what you believe in, until and unless experience proves you wrong. Remember, when the emperor looks naked, the emperor is naked. The truth and a lie are not "sort of" the same thing. And there is no aspect, no facet, no moment of life that can't be improved with pizza. Thank you." --- Daria

Esto. Me. Encanta. ♥