No es para tanto

Relax, I know you do love me

I know you don't understand me

I have my reasons for what I do

I have my reasons for what I say

Sometimes you should ask

Sometimes you should think 

It's just the way it is

A fachada to you

A mask to me

Yo me entiendo & wish you would too

Pero no somos magos 

Perhaps one day you will know

It's just the way I am 

Relax because I love you 

-B.

Desde Aqui

From my window out here there can be much to see

First are the vines that creep and crawl  around 

Then is abuela's garden with a few stray flowers

Some are pink and very bright at that 

They stand out amongst so much dirt and give the garden a song

If there is some breeze they will dance but that they usually save for the night

After that is the street

Wide one both sides separated in between 

With bricks that have been painted red surrounding a bed for the trees 

The tops of the beds are school bus yellow and serve as the tag bases for the neighbors playing tag

The merengue blasts and the whole barrio hears it

From whose house Rosita? or Maybe it's the boys

Whoever it is it doesn't seem to matter because those girls haciendo oficios sweep just fine to the words of Raulin's Nereeeydaaaa…

With no shoes they walk around making sure they won't miss a spot

They scrub hard and good too keep the house looking spotless

Rene swings by on his bike with the yani's singing his song that is almost a rap

con queso, de pollo, con carne también it's sheer brilliance what he does taking those tunes for food

The girls stop their work and hand him their coins of 5 pesos each

They munch and chew and close their eyes

Letting the afternoon sun catch their faces 

Now their thirsty after all that harina 

Leticia gets up and skips to the colmado asking Felix por un redrock

The cups were ready and soon get filled

With that raspberry fizzing that chills and yet tickles

ah how sweet it is 

Sweet indeed is the view from my window

-B.

Here

In this chapel we were friends 

we heard our thoughts go around silently 

we made each other laugh 

with my voice the opera was home

with your voice the giggles were here

our eyes twinkled and we knew it was funny 

our thoughts were the same 

we held hands and prayed

you were my friend and I am still yours

I miss you sometimes 

I miss you today 

my bestfriend from one day 

from one day to a life time our lives became intertwined 

your mother

she knew mine 

before I knew you 

My mother

she knew you 

before you were you 

what happened?

will we ever go back?

to sit in those pews where we prayed for our sins 

where a pecado wasn't fish 

and a song is still glory 

where my friend was you 

so many a retreat and you made it far

you got closer to Him 

you got closer to them (your OLR & MLR friends)

M. did say OLR MLR I care who you are

lols 

for jokes that we only know 

in these halls 

in these halls we spent our years

from babies to ladies

our feet sped on the way to Spanish

buenos días señoritas said Mrs. S

buenos días señora 

presente señora

do you even remember the «Amigo» song and how after too many «ma-ma-mas» I just hit my head

it was kind of funny

you laughed

I laughed

now I go back to these halls and think not of an infraction but of how we have changed

what if it were all the same 

what if we were still the same?

sometimes wondering

-B.

La menta por si acaso

O M to the G! Que cosa me paso a mi 

estaba en camino allí cuando me atacaron los nervios

yo sin comer (desayunarme no podía–entienda que es una travesía)

sentía que me derretía & I would pop those mentas una tras la otra

era lo único seguro que tenía

para por si acaso me las lleve to stay all day fresh 

me comí una en el carro & después cuando salía de el 

la siguiente me la comí en el edificio mientras esperaba & las próximas seguían entrando cada par de minutos por ansiedad y por hambre

ya no podía, con tantas mentas pensaba que iba ver verde ya que el sabor era ese de spearmint pintado un " minty green"

ya no creo que las vuelva a ver 

antes de salir me tocara llevarme algo de apretar 

como esas cosas de masilla para el estrés

si se me pega el hambre, mira a mis manos y buscar un chicle

de todos modos le aseguro que que el aliento será fresh!     

-B

Individual Me

I am me
I am myself
different from thee, different from she
Comparisons will do no good
I am still me
Unchanging unless I too prefer
Unyielding unless I am ready to go

You don't have to love it
You don't have to understand it
You don't have to love me
Just accept Me

-B

LOVE

The frequencies of love can always be caught, but never understood.
Think about it, it's a whirlwind that takes us all but can never be seen.
When in love, you think that it's sweet and the best feeling of all–yet you can't describe it. You can't exactly pin-point if its as good as letting that chocolate melt in your mouth with your eyes closed and your taste buds relishing, or as good as feeling the sun beat down on your face on a day that the breeze felt is a little chilly.

There are other times when it's like sipping something cool that feels just about awesome after beads of sweat have appeared on your forehead and dare I say it, yes ladies–that invisible mustache on your upper lip!
It's weird because you can feel like you can't be with out it and you feel it in all sorts of ways and towards all many different things. You can be in love with yourself because you're having a "cute day" and don't care at all about the frizziness of your best friend, or the fact that you got sugar for your coffee, but nothing to stir it with. It's just a day that's for you and you feel great.
The sweet kind of love in which cake is total bliss and just the simple batter is enough to make your toes curl, but you can love it so much that you have just had enough and can't stand to see it again. Too much cake, too much love.
But then there is that kind of which you try to deny very much to yourself, but is apparently obvious to everyone else. There is a special someone who gives you the eye but you don't realize it. It's taken on your behalf as a simple gesture between friends, but the pictures don't lie and with so much closeness there must be something going on. Yet when you think about it and giving sweet ♥s
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Retail Joy

There is joy in retail. Ha ha ha, well that is funny. Is there really? 

I mean, I guess it is fun. It really does have it's moments in which you are glad to be part of a sales team. For example, when you get your discount and get to use coupons on top of that–it makes you feel good when you shop.  

Then again, there are those days when you're trying to make your numbers and some people just aren't being too helpful. It is your duty to talk to the customers and make sure that you offer them the best things out there but sometimes they just refuse. You approach them to make a good offer and hear "sorry, but I'm in a rush…I don't have time right now"–um ok, but then what are you doing wasting your time here & walking extremely slow like your contemplating what to do next? That's my question. 

One day I had this lady that tell me she had to be somewhere and was already late. Well what does that have to do with me? She's the one that waited to the last minute and made a stop to shop. 

Oh, and I love it when I'm told "I'm just browsing" (because I do that too) but then someone told me "I don't have any money", then what are you doing shopping? Take yourself someplace where the sales people are not going to harass you is all I'm saying. 

Luego you have one customer that is so very kind and gives you a moment of their time to receive all those awesome sales…and wonders how come no other person told them about them before, well I think it's because of previous experiences of being ignored. Customers just keep on walking and shake their heads "no" or pretend that they cannot hear the associate speaking to them. 

(If your laughing it's because you know this is true and have done this also.)

Just be nice when you shop, because when you're done you get to go home but the sales associate has to stay there with other people who don't want to be there and perhaps get ignored by oh so many customers who don't want them to do their job and then get mad when they don't. 

It really isn't easy, but someone has to do it.

Shop wise & be kind. 

-B