Eres Mi Obsecion
Deliver me mine
Embroidered golds and greens
Divine and soft the silks
I wear only these
A donde tu vas, te sigo
Solo por ti, yo vivo
I'll try. Why? Porque, te quiero.
Alejandra Beatriz Francesca Rosario Amarilis Gonzales-Cristobal
That is my spanish name. I have decided.
What if I were to take Spanish classes seriously? If I moved to Spain and legally change my name. What if I opened a flower shop and lived the rest of my life after college as a florist/writer/artist? I love arranging flowers. I enjoy writing. And I love, more than these two combined? I love to paint.
I know that this strays from my usually ambitious dreams. But I can't help but wonder. It's exciting nonetheless. Like when I changed my name and came to college. If I were to never tell anyone that I wasn't Spanish, no one would question me. No one would care. And I'll paint flowers and fall in love with men who rush in to buy bouquets for their scorned wives. I'll wear summer dresses and grow my hair out a little more, let it stay loose and curl the way it wants. I'll go to Mass with white lace pinned to my crown, kneel and pray to Azucena and wear a pearly rosary.
I am already someone else and I still respond to my birth name. How would this new name be? With another different personality, another language. Could I still balance my realities? Could I tuck away traits of my former self and live on as Alejandra?
Being someone else is so exciting,
Why would I ever want to come home?
-Alejandra Beatriz Francesca Rosario Amarilis Gonzales-Cristobal
Embroidered golds and greens
Divine and soft the silks
I wear only these
A donde tu vas, te sigo
Solo por ti, yo vivo
I'll try. Why? Porque, te quiero.
Alejandra Beatriz Francesca Rosario Amarilis Gonzales-Cristobal
That is my spanish name. I have decided.
What if I were to take Spanish classes seriously? If I moved to Spain and legally change my name. What if I opened a flower shop and lived the rest of my life after college as a florist/writer/artist? I love arranging flowers. I enjoy writing. And I love, more than these two combined? I love to paint.
I know that this strays from my usually ambitious dreams. But I can't help but wonder. It's exciting nonetheless. Like when I changed my name and came to college. If I were to never tell anyone that I wasn't Spanish, no one would question me. No one would care. And I'll paint flowers and fall in love with men who rush in to buy bouquets for their scorned wives. I'll wear summer dresses and grow my hair out a little more, let it stay loose and curl the way it wants. I'll go to Mass with white lace pinned to my crown, kneel and pray to Azucena and wear a pearly rosary.
I am already someone else and I still respond to my birth name. How would this new name be? With another different personality, another language. Could I still balance my realities? Could I tuck away traits of my former self and live on as Alejandra?
Being someone else is so exciting,
Why would I ever want to come home?
-Alejandra Beatriz Francesca Rosario Amarilis Gonzales-Cristobal