Midnight with Woody

Midnight in Paris by Woody Allen

¡Me encanta! ¡Me encanta! ¡Me encanta!
Es un humor completamente Woody.
Lo más interesante es que pareciera que Woody encontró sucesor para él dentro de su películas. Owen Wilson parece con su manera torpe de comportarse, su papel de escritor "amateur" (por no encontrar una mejor manera de describirlo) e ingenuidad astuta, protagonizar un papel con características típicas de los roles comúnmente protagonizados por Allen. Woody siempre será Woody, pero parece ser una nueva etapa en la que alguien más protagoniza su papel.

Y aquí los dejo con una charla de café con Ernest Hemingway,

"All men fear death. It's a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death because we feel that we haven't loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman's heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel immortal."

Completamente enamorada es tiempo de caminar las calles de la ciudad...

Read around

"...
But reading isn’t what she really wants. Not deep down. What she really wants is for someone – anyone at all – to tap her on the shoulder and invite her into their world. To ask her questions and tell her stories. To be interested. To laugh with her. To want her to be a part of their life.

But it isn’t even this connection with someone new that she wants most. At least not at the deepest level. At the deepest level, in the core of her soul, even fleeting connections with others seem to interfere with what she desires most. Which is to know that she’s truly loved. That she’s not alone in this world. And that whatever she was put here to do, in time, will be done and shared with others who care.
..."

This is nor the beginning or the end of this story Where We Must Go When We Feel Lost and Alone.
But it is a story worth reading. I identify a little with it, and it makes me smile and feel sad at the same time, because I understand, I feel it, but I can sometimes overcome it.

There is also one of the comments that hits the point so accurately, and the question remains: how unsustainable are our lives?

Relations

This is an older post, but in a sense I am still thinking about the basic questions, the first paragraph still applies.

March 15, 2011,
Do we date to find the perfect relationship or the a relationship evolves into the perfect everlasting relationship?
I mean you start dating someone, someone you like, whose company you enjoy, where there is chemistry, and all you are thinking is this is the man of my life or this is the man for me right now? are we always into looking for the man of our dreams or are we enjoying the man of our time? Mr right or Mr right now?


I don't know if I am explaining myself or just rambling, but this guy I am seeing now, I am having such a fun time, we enjoy each others company, we like talking to each other, we hang out, and so on, and today he asked me what was I looking to get from this, and all I could answer was to see where this goes, there is no finish line, I am not expecting anything but rather enjoying the ride. So it got me thinking...

June 29, 2011
So what has changed? I am now dating a guy that is not asking me this, a different guy that makes me happy and makes me glow, that is not asking me to tell him what I expect or where I am going, rather letting this flow, and letting me know that this may be or it may not be, but now it is. It is and we are happy. Right now we are for each other. :)

City girl goes camping

Camping, such a fun experience after all.
I hadn't been camping ever, not even in my backyard, I kind of always wanted but never had the guts to do it, go to a place without bed and sometimes without bathrooms, whaaaaat? noooooo! jajaja
So I decided to take a Nature class, in which they go camping. It is not a joke at all, but of course it is funny. Me camping? me with nature?
So the first step was taken, but there were many challenges. I had to take photos while hanging with critters, in which I conquer my fear of snakes and hold and anaconda and a python, soooooo coooool!I had to appreciate nature, I got lost while hiking by myself. Got near bear and spiders. And so the time for camping came near, and I was freaking out, I asked for help, and got many advices. But of course I didn't feel ready and I was thinking about baking up, but I was still dragged to camping.
And sooooo:
I helped build the tent I went on hikes, I meditated by the river, slept on a sleeping bag, battled food-stealing-squirrels-and-birds, saw spiders and photographed banana slugs. Cooked by the fire, and made s'mores. I didn't showered, and my hair was a mess. I didn't bring sundresses, make-up or high heels.
It was a great experience and I had so much fun, and yes at the beginning I kind of wanted to go back home, but at the end I lo ve d it, and I am looking forward to the 5 day camping trip. (this was 3 days 2 nights)
So now I can scratch that from my to-do list! and be happy!

ready or not, here we goooo!

The question is not whether camping is ready for me, but am I ready for camping???


City Girl vs. Camping Universe

יזכור יום השואה

"The Butterfly"

The last, the very last,
So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow.
Perhaps if the sun's tears would sing
against a white stone. . . .

Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly 'way up high.
It went away I'm sure because it wished to
kiss the world good-bye.

For seven weeks I've lived in here,
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.
Only I never saw another butterfly.

That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don't live in here,
in the ghetto.

-by Pavel Friedman

Pavel Friedman was born on January 7, 1921, in Prague and deported to Terezin on April 26, 1942. He died in Auschwitz on September 29, 1944.

Un continuo re-escribir y escribir sobre eso

Somos similares, somos tan distintos. Quizás somos el uno para el otro, quizás jamás embonaremos juntos.
Sabemos mucho el uno del otro y a la vez sabemos tan poco.


Am I experimenting or experiencing?

Close my eyes and jump!!!

"Some love stories aren't epic novels, some are short stories. But, that doesn't make them any less filled with love."
Carrie Bradshaw

I like him

"Vamos perdiendole el miedo, a lo que pase entre los dos."
Mijares

¿Se repite la historia o yo soy paranoica?

Más y más y más

Hace mucho que no escribo, pero no literal, sino en este blog, pero he seguido escribiendo y photographiando, pero ahora divido mi tiempo entre tres espacios y más, así que aquí están, para que vean y lean, para que sean parte de...

http://violetapalombo.blogspot.com/

http://porunmundosinquejas.blogspot.com/


Así que vean y lean y dejenme saber!

Deepest fear

So one of my deepest fears just came to life. And all I could think of is that I was being paranoid and that it wasn't real. There was rational thinking but I felt paranoid.
The other day after boiling water something in the stove turn off, and so there was a leak of gas. At first I didn't know that it was leaking, but at night that I came back there was a slight smell of gas, and I thought maybe it was just my imagination after my mom commented on the phone something about gas. And I cooked some stuff on the half that could still light up, so I thought it was me, just plain on paranoid. Then I was going to go to sleep, but kept coming back to smell the stove, and I swear I could smell the gas. So I opened all the windows in the small apartment because apparently gas leak is one of my deepest fear, and it is not something that comes out often, but since I moved here, it's been in my head. So I didn't get any sleep all night, and then I was upset all morning. And I didnt know if it was me and being paranoid or if it did smell like it. So after class a friend of mine came to my house to make sure I wasn't being paranoid, and she confirmed my suspicions: there was a gas leak. While freaking out, my landlord got home and save the day. He explain about the pilot and how to fix this problem.
So I learned a lot that day:
1. How to fix the pilot on my stove.
2. Trust my senses.
3. Seek help (ex. gas people, or info.... at the least call mom!)
4. TRUST MY SENSES
I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!
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So I survived and learned, cool uh???

So how come I had no idea one of my deepest fears was gas leak?
because it is deepest? haha. yes. no.
When you are afraid of spiders and you see spiders often, it is really easy to realize you are afraid of them. But thankfully gas doesn't leak often, so it is not easy to find out you are afraid of gas leaking....

So safe and sound, I write this, days later from the storm...

Sin planes...

Siempre me ha molestado el tipo de preguntas como ¿A qué te quieres dedicar? ¿Cómo te ves en 1, 2, 5, 10 años? ¿Qué es lo que quieres hacer? etc, etc, etc.
Y es sencillamente porque no tengo la menor idea.
Tengo 24 años y 9 meses; estoy estudiando una segunda carrera; he vivido en distintos países; y no se cómo me veo en 1 año; no tengo ni la menor idea.
No me gusta que me hagan planear, no creo en la realización de los planes; tengo un poco de conflicto con la idea del plan divino, pero no creo que pueda ganarle al destino.
Lo único que se de la vida es que quiero ser una persona feliz; quiero que hasta en mis peores momentos haya sonrisas y fiestas; que después de mis lágrimas venga la calma y una carcajada para olvidarnos de todo; quiero sentir el cosquilleo del aire; y quiero seguir disfrutando de la vida.
No quiero pensar en lo que vendrá, no quiero crear posibles situaciones y preocuparme por enfrentarlas, quiero vivir el día a día, y ver lo que pasa.

Mi plan de vida es ¡SER FELIZ!

Así que no me obliguen a planear porque la frustración no me viene bien. No sé que será de mi vida, no sé qué haré el resto de mis días, pero por hoy seguiré festejando la vida y las alegrías.