The rhythm is to the words and I watched her dance to my poems
Now baby tell what's it gonna take to prove that I love you
When I'm gone you be missing me too
It let me know that my prayers is the music God be listening to
Don't get it confused I'm trying to get religious with you
I never thought I feel like this its like a miracle you
You You stole my heart like a crook in love
Crossing the bridge to the Brooklyn love
When I took above it's clear skies that's surrounding my earth
Your love is drugs and I'm down to serve let's deal with it yo
We go to the spot and you still get it low
I get excited fast and still love to hit it slow
till the walls come tumbling down like Jericho
And you hear the sound is stereo
Hear we go
Talib Kweli - "Never Been in Love"
Bitches,
So the time is coming closer, I'm getting older. It's pretty much official. I know I'm gettin older, my MIND knows it's getting older, hell I FEEL older. Not in the good Tom Selleck kind of way. Though that would be a good way to grow old.
Apparently people here DO know when my birthday is, this surprised me the most, considerig it's not something I mention a lot, and I feel kinda awkward celebrating my birthday so far away from my close group of friends.
I explained it like this to Victor: Back home, my birthdays usually consisted of at least 20 people getting together for dinner and drinks, if more showed up, it usually wasn't a surprise, now that I'm here, knowing that I'll see perhaps 3 people for my birthday, it just makes it seem, off. Not that I'm some prima donna or anything (tiara's in the mail), it's just that I enjoy celebrating days with a large group of loved ones.
Whatever.
I'm sure we'll plan something original, that involves the beach, and or drinking, then again, I could be working, who knows.
BUT: I will say this, since a few people expressed interest in sending me tokens of... friendship(?), and the postal service being the way it is here, my uncle suggested that if people send me vauable things, they may be inclined to use his P.O. Box. It means you only have to ship to the U.S. and afterwards you can be pretty sure I get it.
Send it to:
WALTER CASTRO
Alejandro Almendrades
1733 NW 79 AV
MIAMI FL, 33126
U.S.A.
This does in no way mean you should bother to send me junk, there have been a few people who were curious. Make sure you put Walter AND my name in there. Oh yeah, and SHARON is the only one obligated to send me shit as her lack of communication has my hackles up.
This weekend, I think I'll actually take some time out to go and visit my family who are staying at the beach house. I figure I could stand to take a few days to chill out, hag out with family, eat a nice home cooked meal, enjoy AC AND use free laundry services, woo.
I think today, if I have nothing pending, I'll just chill out at home, clean the apartment, and take advantage of having cable television.
Gave the rest a try now give the best a try,
Aa!
When I'm gone you be missing me too
It let me know that my prayers is the music God be listening to
Don't get it confused I'm trying to get religious with you
I never thought I feel like this its like a miracle you
You You stole my heart like a crook in love
Crossing the bridge to the Brooklyn love
When I took above it's clear skies that's surrounding my earth
Your love is drugs and I'm down to serve let's deal with it yo
We go to the spot and you still get it low
I get excited fast and still love to hit it slow
till the walls come tumbling down like Jericho
And you hear the sound is stereo
Hear we go
Talib Kweli - "Never Been in Love"
Bitches,
So the time is coming closer, I'm getting older. It's pretty much official. I know I'm gettin older, my MIND knows it's getting older, hell I FEEL older. Not in the good Tom Selleck kind of way. Though that would be a good way to grow old.
Apparently people here DO know when my birthday is, this surprised me the most, considerig it's not something I mention a lot, and I feel kinda awkward celebrating my birthday so far away from my close group of friends.
I explained it like this to Victor: Back home, my birthdays usually consisted of at least 20 people getting together for dinner and drinks, if more showed up, it usually wasn't a surprise, now that I'm here, knowing that I'll see perhaps 3 people for my birthday, it just makes it seem, off. Not that I'm some prima donna or anything (tiara's in the mail), it's just that I enjoy celebrating days with a large group of loved ones.
Whatever.
I'm sure we'll plan something original, that involves the beach, and or drinking, then again, I could be working, who knows.
BUT: I will say this, since a few people expressed interest in sending me tokens of... friendship(?), and the postal service being the way it is here, my uncle suggested that if people send me vauable things, they may be inclined to use his P.O. Box. It means you only have to ship to the U.S. and afterwards you can be pretty sure I get it.
Send it to:
WALTER CASTRO
Alejandro Almendrades
1733 NW 79 AV
MIAMI FL, 33126
U.S.A.
This does in no way mean you should bother to send me junk, there have been a few people who were curious. Make sure you put Walter AND my name in there. Oh yeah, and SHARON is the only one obligated to send me shit as her lack of communication has my hackles up.
This weekend, I think I'll actually take some time out to go and visit my family who are staying at the beach house. I figure I could stand to take a few days to chill out, hag out with family, eat a nice home cooked meal, enjoy AC AND use free laundry services, woo.
I think today, if I have nothing pending, I'll just chill out at home, clean the apartment, and take advantage of having cable television.
Gave the rest a try now give the best a try,
Aa!