Thoughts & Notions

Nick Hornby 

Music, music, music.

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten…
-Edna St. Vincent Millay

When will the ghosts let me go?
Life seems bearable or so we believe.
We move on, they won’t rest in peace.
Waiting, listening, they won’t stand still.
I told them yesterday I was happy, they muffled their laughter.
At night I told them “I’m fine,” they sleep beside me.
Today I told them “I’ve been better,” they grab me by the hand, they crave disaster. 
They gave me songs to ease my pain, said it will make it go away,
“but don’t you know these hurt?” I said, “it will only make it worst.”
But still they wouldn’t listen, and at night they fed my missing.
I told them about the living one, they uttered he was half dead.
I replied that it feels better than anyone; I guess that doesn’t matter to them.
Still they gave me sounds to ease the pain; it never made it go away.
When will the ghosts let us go? maybe we will never know.

Today I was at my apt. minding my own business while all of a sudden I hear the Police helicopters flying around where I live near the University of Puerto Rico. Apparently there was some sort of pacifist manifestation on campus until the Police arrived trying to interrupt what was going on. Reporters from Al Jezeera were seen covering the incident that ended up with  quite a few students arrested and some of them hurt, along with a few policemen.

 How can we feel  safe studying there? I can’t even go to the library without feeling terrified for my safety. Still, some people, I say some because there still people with common sense in this country, are “tired” of the students and their (fair) complains. I feel despondent when I read the comments of some fellow citizens about our university and the students, calling them anarquists and socialists, just because they are defending the last hope we have for redeeming our beloved country. Students are tired, but they will not give up. 

“The revolution will not be televised.”  :)

comicallyvintage:

The romantic fiction section at the library - a boulevard of broken dreams.

I discovered this poem a few months ago. Every time I feel I can’t handle school or a situation I read it and it makes me feel that I am a strong woman and I can do anything as long as I persevere. 

Invictus
William Ernest Henley
1849–1903

Out of the night that covers me, 
Black as the Pit from pole to pole, 
I thank whatever gods may be 
For my unconquerable soul. 

In the fell clutch of circumstance 
I have not winced nor cried aloud. 
Under the bludgeonings of chance 
My head is bloody, but unbowed. 

Beyond this place of wrath and tears 
Looms but the Horror of the shade, 
And yet the menace of the years 
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. 

It matters not how strait the gate, 
How charged with punishments the scroll, 
I am the master of my fate: 
I am the captain of my soul.

urbandictionary:

Cellphone Talker - Muni Diaries

Jack Kerouac

Regina Spektor- Hero

“I’m the hero of the story, don’t need to be saved”

Last Friday I met someone and had one of those great conversations that leaves you wondering about life and how unexpected it is. We talked about music, art, work, life, goals, etc. There is something refreshing about talking to someone you don’t know, like you get a new perspective and things look clear again. I think is greatly important to open oneself to new things, new ideas and new people that broaden your horizons and the way you think.

Stranger, I may never see you again, but thanks. This is for you.