'¿Cómo le fue?' my mother asks me as I walk enter my house. She may have asked me how I am, too. I reply, 'Good. I'm good.' I say so in such a way because seconds before I realize that my life is stabilizing as the lives of those around me fall to pieces. Perhaps 'life' is too much. It's likely that life never will be stable, obvious that parts of ( Read more... )

The subject doesn't have to do with anything except maybe with an old friend I used to be closer with. I generally only like chocolate when it's nutty. Plus, I like cherries in their natural form. Usually when trying to become a flavor for something else it looses itself along the way, as many fruits do. What's up with sour apple? Eh. Watermelon ( Read more... )