Just thoughts

November 20, 2006

November 9, 2006

Yesterday, my town was filled with a colorful parade which I was surprised to see because it had disappeared a long time ago. "The dance of the canchules"Those are people with costumes of famous (or not) characters, who dance in the streets asking money to the viewers and local businesses. I wanted to take a good picture but it wasn’t possible. However I want to share the best looking one..

A sign in the sky...

When life seems so hard,

heaven sends a splendid Messenger of hope and peace...

A delicious tradition...

November 1º is around the corner and with it the time to savor the Fiambre, a Guatemalan dish...We have started to prepare it and many hands have come to help us… but there are not enough hands when we see the mountain of green beans.

Does this "warning" work?

The message says, “Prohibited to pee here. Fine: Q100.00”
Good try… but I don’t think it works. Pigs are pigs after all. ;)

November 8, 2006

Distance and closeness....

Dreams...

Dreams...
by Fiamma

We are in your bed and your arms hold my waist firmly. I’m safe in that place and I press myself against you. I want to feel the firmness and warmth that your body gives to mine. I know that’s the place where I’ve always wanted to be, the ultimate place to stay.

Suddenly, your right hand caresses my arm looking for my hair. You play with it and the feeling is amazing. Caresses and tender and I’m happy once again. Every day is different with you, every day I discover a small piece of you. And this emotion and our frankness and sincerity make our discussions more pleasant. Between your ideology and mine, we can forge paradises.

My hand looks for your hand and guides it to its primary place, the place where it belongs tonight, this moment. There are no words just whispers, murmurs, sounds, gestures, smiles and caresses. What more than this understanding? What more happiness than this moment yours and mine?

Then, slowly, we start dreaming our dream. I dream you dream about me, that I’m with you and we love freely. I love your freedom, your spirit, your words. Beautiful words of love.

I dream your hands hold my waist, today and tomorrow…

to Eduardo...

foto: http://www.morguefile.com/archive/?display=58801&