unicidades

Have I exhausted my ability to see the world? Why can't I just answer my own questions and write about my humble answers anymore? Not sure. I am tired. Not sure I am becoming more of a dancer rather than a writer. Or is it that I don't have time to think anymore?  I am going to have dinner with a friend tonight and she makes me laugh. I have been working so much lately. I am not sure what to do to have fun. Dancing last weekend was superb. Edwin is recovering so well from his surgery. Love to see him running around. Benjamin is on a diet because he was getting way too chubby. I am flirting with life.

I used to be a thinker. Now I am a doer. I used to be a scared little girl. Now I am a grown-up little girl. Sometimes scared still.

Beauty by Michelle Murphy How did I get to be here and not there What other lives could have been possible for me? An If won't take me anywhere now or new I see perfection: three colors Orange life white cold black absence What are the possibilities awaiting for us somewhere else She pauses, stands on something as fragile as herself her hours - precious hues I stumble upon the miracles of becoming something else egg chrysallis caterpillar aiming to be butterfly

Sometimes I worry about the lives I cannot live.

Argentine Tango J&K

The interview is finally out: Tango in Hollywood - Miami Herald

Sand by J9  My hands and the subtleties of your skin - my lack of understanding my passion for the unexpected the solitude of a restless soul the sand standing still under our tired feet a bridge that insists on presence and longitude noise in the background the pelicans glide far away from my tiny little heart I fail to empathize tired of thinking and loving the pelican floats around ocean water, salty water we both rest reassured by the silence within What's making us cry? loneliness life that happens in a continuous unbalanced rhythm ding dong deaf death