I believe that there's a future
I believe in hope
I believe in ever after
I believe in love

Troubles will come
And hearts will be broken
Pressure wont stop
And words'll stay unspoken

Yet I believe in miracles
And friendships never broken
I believe in Jesus
And His Cross that bares forgiveness

“A dream is where it all begins..”, but what if the gift of dreaming was lost in ordinary tasks? What if checking off-to do lists and scrolling through the endless content of today’s media led the mind to forgo its ability to dream? What if now it can only fathom 10 sec-thoughts that cannot be considered ideas? What if there was no dream?

Where would life go if not led by the intensity of fulfilling one's own desires? What if there were no steps planned because there was no goal to achieve? What if the mind couldn't dream?

What if there was no "I" to have a dream? What does it take to build a dream? Where does it all begin?

Who will take care of me?
Who will stand up for me?
No one has
Maybe no one will

I'm lonely
I'm afraid
Alone, so frightened
Of this world with no end.

There's evil to the right
Evil to the left
Evil everywhere
In this world with no end.

The past is bad
The present worse
The future uncertain
In this world with no end.

Alone, so frightened
I need help
But who will take care of me
In this world with no end?

No one has
Maybe no one will
Lonely and afraid
In this world with no end.

I loved the absence of tobacco smoke
Until I realized it meant he was gone.

I loved the fresh breeze coming in through my window,
Until I realized it meant he was not behind the window smoking away.

It seems as if I loved the world when he was gone, but there was nothing more I wanted than being submerged in his love, tobacco smell and all.

"Mi unicornio azul ayer se me perdió",
Asi dice la canción, que desapareció.
"Y aunque tuviera dos, yo solo quiero aquel
Cien mil o un millon yo pagaré"

Si te contara de mi unicornio azul
Deberia especificar que él aún sigue aquí
Que no ha decidido irse, que no desapareció.
Te digo que es único, que solo lo quiero a él.

Al contarte de mi unicornio azul
Te abriera las puertas a mi corazón.
Te dijera que mi mayor miedo es
Tener que ser yo la que cante
"Se me ha perdido ayer, se fue".

Te hablara de sus ojos azules y piel clara.
Te contara de nuestros mejores momentos,
la mayoría durante mi infancia.
Te explicara que por él conocí Unicornio Azul
Y por el temo vivir lo que expresa la canción.

Between today and tomorrow there should be another day

to sit and wander what tomorrow will bring, to choose to change or leave today as it is, to fantasize about a better tomorrow and have enough time to work for it, to enjoy today and use the day-in-between as a bridge.

Maybe if there was a day between today and tomorrow, we would not fear the future so much, we would be able to face it more courage, be better prepared.

But maybe that day in-between would only serve for our ill-minds to fill up with more worries and doubt, maybe our minds will want to skip its uncertainty, maybe we would feel an ache in our hearts about what today was and what tomorrow might be, and maybe those extra hours would only lead to more cloudy thoughts about a clicking clock.

Maybe we should just live today and let tomorrow come and have its way. Maybe tomorrow should not be a taunting thought, but just another day to live, to breath. Maybe tomorrow isn't as bad, maybe today was ok.

Island girl born and raised in the most chaotic part of the land: the city.
Learned to be cold and distant but born to be calm and calid.
Born to love, to be surrounded by love; forced to come and go, no stop.
Island girl, hopeless romantic; city girl, obsessive worker.
Contradicting worlds; one girl, one soul.
Between the city and its surroundings, between the cold and the humid
Is there a choice to be made?
Or can my soul stay as it was bred? Can the calm be regained?
Amongst the clash of chaos and tranquil sea, can I be both and island and city devotee?

Me arrepiento de no bailar bajo la lluvia en el malecón, me arrepiento de no subirme en el tren y ver salir el sol en el lado este de Manhattan, me arrepiento de no salir a correr por la playa aquel dia en Las Terrenas y de no ir a bailar ese viernes al mismo sitio de siempre. Me arrepiento de tantos "no" y de pocos "si". Me arrepiento y siento que le he dicho "no" al placer del vivir.

“You’re a lifesaver” he said to me, as I declared his wife dead.

He had seen her suffer too much, and I had been part of giving her peace, forever.