Left without a word,
without a reason why.
Choices, no time to think.
All that plays in my head is bang, like the fury of a drum.
The beat stops, emptiness, and I can’t continue to dance without the rhythm of the congas.
Me dejas con un vacío, otra mas de mis tristezas.
Te vas sin una explicación, me dejas sin palabras.
Me dejas sola sin el ritmo de las congas.
Mi hermano, la vida es decisiones. Yo soy cobarde y mi decisión es la infinita tristeza. Estarás siempre en mi corazón.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
MEXICO CITY ROUND 2
Day eighteen in Mexico City, one more week to go and I hope the seconds become minutes and the minutes, hours because I want to stay here a lot longer. The second week here, my sweet friend Article decided to join in the fun. We got to enjoy a concert in El Zocalo, the sounds of a symphony where running down the street as an amazing DJ wrecked the block spinning everything from disco, funk, to the sweet sounds of reggae. It’s amazing how all the people in the audience knew the English lyrics to all the hip hop songs that blast threw the speakers. Hip Hop its universal!!!....
Last Monday was my big challenge of getting lost in the city, finding my way around the streets of downtown Mexico and its surrounding areas. One can ride the subway for less than 20 cents and a cab for less than $8.00. My favorite hour here is lunch, especially if it’s in La Condesa neighborhood. This neighborhood reminds me of Montrose but with a little more flavor and less expensive. A full meal at a small coffee shop was around $5.00 this included soup, rice, my main meal, and ½ a pitcher of Papaya juice. Yummy!!
As far as the party scene, I haven't really gone mad crazy, maybe because of all the sightseeing that happens during the day, my feet sure hurt at the end of the night. This Friday night however, we headed out to La Condesa for a friend’s birthday, we didn't end up kicking it there due to impatience. My cousin Aldo, who I'm probably driving crazy by now has been the best tour guide ever, he took us down to Zona Rosa which is the gay district here in the city and also the best place to party. The gays know how to do shit right! We got to listening to a few rock cover bands as we sipped on some cold beer and a couple of Tequila shots. Article and my cousin were all about the music, I was more about checking out my Mexican Wolverine. He's my cousin's cousin, WE ARE NOT RELATED, and he's just so damn gorgeous. He’s an amazing artist, he’s work is just incredible. I felt for this guy 8 months ago, on my last trip to Mexico. His smile drives me crazy and his lips are, oh damn I wish I could kiss those lips! I can't wait for you guys to meet him and check out his work. Back to Friday night, I don't remember what happened after we left the bar I was gone, and can only seem to remember the night in small fragments. Apparently we walked to the statue of the angel of independence, where I almost peed. I do remember holding his hand as I tried to walked back to the car, I haven’t held anyone’s hand in over 2 years, and it made me cry. The next day I woke up feeling worse than shit. We woke up early to start on the mural that Article did for my Aunt's house. I will post a video on that soon, on my YouTube. Wolverine showed up a couple hours later and told me everything that happened on our way home. I apparently tried to rape him in the back seat; I know I get a little naughty when I drink, but not that crazy. Poor guy I bit him in the arm and probably said a bunch of dirty things. Hahahaha.
He keeps saying no to me, but I don’t give up easily. He is taking me to another museum tomorrow, that's if he puts down his brush and paint.
I'm not sure what the rest of the week will be about, but I will try to post all pictures and videos up soon.....
XOXO
Sindy
.. ..
p.s. Qué onda papacito, ahora si me llevas a dar la vuelta? Ya dime que si!!
Last Monday was my big challenge of getting lost in the city, finding my way around the streets of downtown Mexico and its surrounding areas. One can ride the subway for less than 20 cents and a cab for less than $8.00. My favorite hour here is lunch, especially if it’s in La Condesa neighborhood. This neighborhood reminds me of Montrose but with a little more flavor and less expensive. A full meal at a small coffee shop was around $5.00 this included soup, rice, my main meal, and ½ a pitcher of Papaya juice. Yummy!!
As far as the party scene, I haven't really gone mad crazy, maybe because of all the sightseeing that happens during the day, my feet sure hurt at the end of the night. This Friday night however, we headed out to La Condesa for a friend’s birthday, we didn't end up kicking it there due to impatience. My cousin Aldo, who I'm probably driving crazy by now has been the best tour guide ever, he took us down to Zona Rosa which is the gay district here in the city and also the best place to party. The gays know how to do shit right! We got to listening to a few rock cover bands as we sipped on some cold beer and a couple of Tequila shots. Article and my cousin were all about the music, I was more about checking out my Mexican Wolverine. He's my cousin's cousin, WE ARE NOT RELATED, and he's just so damn gorgeous. He’s an amazing artist, he’s work is just incredible. I felt for this guy 8 months ago, on my last trip to Mexico. His smile drives me crazy and his lips are, oh damn I wish I could kiss those lips! I can't wait for you guys to meet him and check out his work. Back to Friday night, I don't remember what happened after we left the bar I was gone, and can only seem to remember the night in small fragments. Apparently we walked to the statue of the angel of independence, where I almost peed. I do remember holding his hand as I tried to walked back to the car, I haven’t held anyone’s hand in over 2 years, and it made me cry. The next day I woke up feeling worse than shit. We woke up early to start on the mural that Article did for my Aunt's house. I will post a video on that soon, on my YouTube. Wolverine showed up a couple hours later and told me everything that happened on our way home. I apparently tried to rape him in the back seat; I know I get a little naughty when I drink, but not that crazy. Poor guy I bit him in the arm and probably said a bunch of dirty things. Hahahaha.
He keeps saying no to me, but I don’t give up easily. He is taking me to another museum tomorrow, that's if he puts down his brush and paint.
I'm not sure what the rest of the week will be about, but I will try to post all pictures and videos up soon.....
XOXO
Sindy
.. ..
p.s. Qué onda papacito, ahora si me llevas a dar la vuelta? Ya dime que si!!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Maybe....
Maybe just maybe
if I took 20 minutes more out of my day to cake my face up and by that I mean put some make up on.
Maybe if I remember to shave my legs every other day
or to wax my eyebrows every other week, or that girly mustache that all you bitches get cause I ain't the only one!
Maybe if I stopped bitting my nails
Maybe if I loose a few pounds
Maybe if I stopped saying so many fucking bad words
maybe if I was a little more polite
Maybe if I dress a little better, put some high heels on
instead of my usual jeans, layer black t-shirt on, and my white adidas.
Maybe if I was girly instead of one of the guys
Maybe if I always giggle at plain stupid shit
or mabe if I play stupid like the others
will you find me attractive and wanna date me.
Maybe you should date me?
Maybe we should just fuck, maybe!
Lets just go at it for hours.
Maybe we could just kiss and hold hands.
maybe we could just sit there and stare at each other like a bunch of dumbasses!!!
Maybe
Just Maybe.................
if I took 20 minutes more out of my day to cake my face up and by that I mean put some make up on.
Maybe if I remember to shave my legs every other day
or to wax my eyebrows every other week, or that girly mustache that all you bitches get cause I ain't the only one!
Maybe if I stopped bitting my nails
Maybe if I loose a few pounds
Maybe if I stopped saying so many fucking bad words
maybe if I was a little more polite
Maybe if I dress a little better, put some high heels on
instead of my usual jeans, layer black t-shirt on, and my white adidas.
Maybe if I was girly instead of one of the guys
Maybe if I always giggle at plain stupid shit
or mabe if I play stupid like the others
will you find me attractive and wanna date me.
Maybe you should date me?
Maybe we should just fuck, maybe!
Lets just go at it for hours.
Maybe we could just kiss and hold hands.
maybe we could just sit there and stare at each other like a bunch of dumbasses!!!
Maybe
Just Maybe.................
Yo sonrio
Yo Sonrió
Cierro los ojos
Pienso
Y sonrio
Recordando el preciso instante cuando mis labios tocaron los tuyos.
El hermoso olor de la noche se quedo en mi ropa.
Tus manos casi quedaron tatuadas en mi espalda,
Y tus simples palabras de "no solo podemos ser amigos." Se quedaron cerca de mi corazón.
Cierro los ojos
Pienso
Y sonrió
Tu amistad es sincera y no pienses que la mía no la es,
Quisiera poder dejar de pensar en ti como más de un amigo,
Pero a veces el pensar en ti me trae una sonrisa inmensa.
Tu preguntas, por que sonrió cuando te miro? Es por que
Recuerdo tus labios, tu Mirada, tus manos, tu dulce sencillez.
Monday, December 1, 2008
WHO’S BEEN A NAUGHTY GIRL?
WHO’S BEEN A NAUGHTY GIRL?
It’s back
that numbness dumbness feeling.
The feeling that makes me shave my legs, blow-dry my hair, and spray Channel in all the right places.
It’s not butterflies in my stomach,
It’s not waiting by the phone until he calls,
It’s not hoping for more, but just being happy for a couple minutes.
And for sure it’s not the
“Say my name, say my name!”
or
“Do you want me?” kind of minute.
It’s before the bitting, spanking, and
“Who’s been a naughty girl?” kind of feeling,
The taste of his lips
his hands on my skin.
The feeling before we take half our clothes off, because I don’t like being naked.
The minutes before his hands start wondering in all the great places, kind of’ feeling.
It’s closing my eyes as we kiss and feeling like it’s been 30 seconds, when it has really been 10 minutes.
(and if you’re reading this, lets make-out for 30 more seconds.)
It’s your body against mine as you say sweet nothings.
It’s the feeling of being in your arms.
It’s the reason I keep shaving my legs, the reason I don’t bite my nails, the reason I started watching sports…
So, “who’s been a naughty girl?”
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