I am once again the oceanRestlessly pounding the reef bound shoresCold water floating in the surfaceBoiling undercurrents, waiting… My salty expressions grow biggerWildly, yet gracefullyI fold within myselfCrashing against the rocksTorn by my instabilityI am without causeWondering aimlessly across the horizonSelfishly perhaps, ignoring the rest of the worldI am,But nobody seems to notice © 2001 Maricel Jiménez All rights reserved.
The house stood at the top of a hill. Although the ad promised “plenty of rooms, grand living spaces, balconies and a large patio,” it was huge; much more than I had imagined. I considered walking away, lest I fall in love with the place and not afford the rent, but I was already there. I had nothing to lose…
La casa estaba trepada al tope de una cuesta. Aunque el anuncio prometía: “muchos cuartos, salas grandes, balcones y un patio gigante,” era enorme; mucho más de lo que me había imaginado. Consideré alejarme, no fuera a ser que me enamorara y no pudiera pagar la renta, pero ya estaba allí. No perdía nada con verla. Subí la cuesta…
By PoteLeche
Puerto Rico is going through it's 2nd yearly Street Art Festival "Los Muros Hablan" (The Walls Speak). Here's my pictures. I will let the walls speak for themselves.
Cozy, quaint, and charming. The first thoughts that passed through my head as I walked into Il Cuoco, located at 270 Avenida Piñero in San Juan, the capital city of Puerto Rico. The place had been recommended and I've passed right beside it many times for as long as I can remember. It's been around for (I think) almost 20 years.…
From a lovely book called Fairyopolis. Reproductions of Cicely Mary Barker's illustrations
I've been thinking of blogging my book. It's a fantasy mid grade novel. However, I'm not sure if it will reach the right audience, since most 8 - 12 year olds aren't freely searching the net and following blogs. What do you guys think? It would be a brand new blog. 1 chapter a week perhaps... FYI: There are fairies,…