Sirens are marine maidens who deceive seafarers with their great beauty and the sweetness of their song; from the head to the navel they have the body of a virgin and a form similar to the human race, but they have a scaly tail of fish, which they always hide in the sea. Body Maitreya Lara V4.0… Continue reading Mermaid cave
Represent, Represent Cuba, Orishas son del lao de La Habana Represent, Represent Cuba, es mi música Represent, Represent Cuba, Orishas son del lao de La Habana Represent, Represent Cuba, es tu música Ven que te quiero cantar de corazón así La historia de mis raíces Rumba son y guaguancó todo mezclado Pa que lo bailes… Continue reading Ready for La Habana
Working a lot for a new project that I have in mind for Second Life. The truth is that I am one of the people who think that we can somehow make our own destiny, unfortunately it is not easy, but if we mentalize and get positive, I hope that someday this second life will… Continue reading At my new office
Listening doesn't always mean understanding - Listening could mean getting lost in your own thought of tranquility - Or even your own devastational whir - Listening doesn't have to be with your ears - Just the exhaustion of emptiness that outlines your skull; - Or even the numbness that conquers every length from spine to… Continue reading Listen to me!
Truth or challenge (also called Truth or challenge, truth or dare you in Colombia and sometimes in Venezuela, Truth or consequence in Argentina or Truth or punishment in Peru and Truth or audacity or Truth or action in Spain) is a game in which participants choose between answering with sincerity a question, usually very personal,… Continue reading Can we play!?
(...) How many years can a mountain exist Before it is washed to the sea How many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free How many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesn't see The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind The answer… Continue reading Blowing in the wind
(...) Te envío poemas de mi puño y letra Te envío canciones de 4 40 Te envío las fotos cenando en Marbella Y cuando estuvimos por Venezuela Y así me recuerdes y tengas presente Que mi corazón está colgando en tus manos Cuidado, cuidado Que mi corazón está colgando en tus manos (...) Body Maitreya Lara V4.0… Continue reading Colgada por ti
Sometimes when we feel things are going well, we begin to feel greedy. As a blogger in these two years I feel that I have credited a lot, somehow I finally appreciate my photographs, and I thought that there was a lot improvement in decoration. Unfortunately, those are the moments when with the invitations, and… Continue reading I have to let it go
(...)Te envío poemas de mi puño y letra Te envío canciones de 4 40 Te envío las fotos cenando en Marbella Y cuando estuvimos por Venezuela Y así me recuerdes y tengas presente Que mi corazón está colgando en tus manos Cuidado, cuidado Que mi corazón está colgando en tus manos (...) Body Maitreya Lara V4.0… Continue reading En mi casita
You are my last cigarette. The déjà vu mocking My consciousness, and Nightmare haunting my slumber. When I awake the next morning, Cradled in your arms, silently staring Into your arrogant, crooked grin. I'll replay the words in my head That I've come to know so well. "You are my last cigarette." And then I'll… Continue reading The last one