Hoy, 31 de Enero 2011

CREATE, MOVE, IGNITE + ReTHINK…

EVERY EXIT IS AN ENTRY SOMEWHERE ELSE. -TOM STOPPARD

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domingo, 8 de mayo de 2011

Maybe, Just maybe its time to leave fears behind

Next Dream to Come

OMG OMG OMY! I finished creating my fashion portfolio of suppliers, that only means one and only one thing, that I am almost ready to go to business now and start buying/selling trendy clothes & accessories. I am so so so so happy, I think happy is short to what I feel!!! AND!!!! The best of thing is that I already have two customers waiting on!! jeje, okay it’s my sister and my hairdresser, but hey they are customers (that happens to have an affection relation with me and want me to be successful in the project)...

I live in Mexico, a bit of information about me, in one of the fanciest cities of the country where all the girls are a replica of Beverly Hills 90210, the show... They tend to be followers in all aspects, fashion, opinions, trends, bla , bla, bla. I hate this, the fact that I always express myself mainly in my wardrobe and create new looks that maybe in NY would be adhoc but here, were I live, I am the black sheep... Believe when I say I rather be the black sheep than a follower that has no reasoning and no sense in tastes because they accept everything as a mass and no as individuals. Any way my point was, that precisely because of this lack of individuality I am positively sure that what I am gonna sell is going to be a hit (because society here is so predictable)... Yey!! Negative became the new positive!! Wuju!!!
I still haven't finished with the complete image of the e-store, but I am working on it. Wait 4 it, it's gonna be awesome!!!

miércoles, 4 de mayo de 2011

Dangerous path you are.

I knew what I risked walking ahead
but, the problem was that I didn't walk, I ran...
How am I supposed to retrive myself into yesterday
Forget what you mean to me & what I feel for you
How am I suppose to die again, run to the blackness and lose my voice
My own power to be free...
Am I lost without you, or I'm in-between?
Save me from nothing, nothing to live for
I am begging you,
don't let me fall...

Kitty kat a bitty not smile on life

Don't try to figure me out
'cause you won't
misterious is my middle name
that, I'm sure you knew.

Tú, solo tú

Porque será que siempre hemos de volved a la escena del crimen.
Hay algo que intoxica el alma, que atrae, que revienta las pocas neuronas que quedan y hierve la sangre.
Así, de esta manera eres mi recuerdo, mi droga...
Mi crimen.

domingo, 1 de mayo de 2011

Thinking...


We shield ourselves. We hide and secure our broken pieces leaving them no place to be seen, but we forget that people are watching. They see our behavior and know us, sometimes too well for our benefit, and they tend to guess the reason of our distress.

We give flashes of our runes trying to hide our shadows. It is mystery that tramp us no other less. The joke's on us, always on us. Timing time, on the most inconvenient way destiny could choose.
“Touché” Life won.
We have still the clock ticking and a whole road worth riding and bumping for. We need no luck, we have luck already at our sides.