To the Past who Believed in me

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Trees, clouds, and open terrain.

My life was complete with you holding my hand.

When I cried, there you were to open my eyes and show me the world wasn’t as bad.

Sunshine, love and summer breeze.

There you played with my hair under a big old tree.

Summer, love and palm trees.

My head spun as we skated down the street.

My younger years were with you by my side.

All I hope now is that where ever you are, whoever you are with, you would never lose your worth.

Hugs, love, teenage dreams.

May you believe in yourself always, the way you believed in me…



Sometimes in life, we have to cross bridges, build bridges and destroy a couple bridges. It’s painful to destroy a couple of them because we can’t no longer reach that thing that hurts us but gives us so much comfort at the same time.

Burning bridges takes a lot of strength, a lot of heartaches. It’s a process that feels like it’s breaking us with it. But this is necessary.

Once you destroy that bridge, you can build a new one. A bigger, brighter one. Create a scenery of flowers and flowing water around it. Let it lead you to a brighter and bigger future.

Some bridges fall, but only the ones we really need stay put. Just look around. Do you like what you see around that bridge you are walking on?


Through the lens of a child


I love October, November, and December.

I have so many memories associated with those months.

My first Halloween party was in preschool and guess what my mother dressed me up as.

A chicken.

I had the feathers and the chicken head.

I looked like a miniature big bird.

My mother says I picked that costume out.

That story always makes me laugh.

I threw up in my costume that day because I ate too much candy of course.

Even as a child I was prone to make my whole class stare at me.

I didn’t care though.

All that mattered was the candy I was bringing home.

That didn’t matter, I love when she tells me that story because It takes me back to a time where all I cared about in life was dressing up and candy.

November is great for me because when I was a child in school we would have Thanksgiving meals.

The parents would cook for us and we would have a smorgasbord of multicultural meals.

I would eat so much.

My mother on Thanksgiving would cook for us a Dominican styled meal.

The pernil, the Arroz de moro, the potato salad, and the list just keeps going.

Takes me back to a simpler time, when the family was united and the world wasn’t lost, at least for me at that time.

Christmas, oh boy.

I loved it because my family would get together, adults would drink some wine.

Us kids would drink juice, soda, and have lots of food.

The table would look beautiful with that big Dominican meal.

I would play holiday music all day long.

They had the holiday movie specials on t.v.

These are memories I will never forget.

These months bring memories to me that I adore.

This is a time in which the world stops being cynical and becomes innocent.

For the next three months, I’ll be a child in an adults body.

An adult looking through the lens of innocence…

In my Dreams


Henry David Thoreau once said,

“It is better to have your head in the clouds and know where you are… than to breathe the clearer atmosphere below them, and think that you are in paradise.โ€

Iโ€™ll gladly have my heads in the clouds than feel a reality that cannot compare to my dreams. My dreams are magical. My dreams are unique. They are not brick buildings and cloudy sky’s. When I dream I see the white clouds and feel the sand on my feet. Daydreaming isnโ€™t bad when it looks so much like paradise…