something before my childhood.

I don't remember much from my childhood, except the three years that I lived in DR. Anything before that is very vague. Those who know me, would tell you, everytime i talk about me as a kid or anything related to my childhood, it has to do with me wearing uniforms to school, singing el himno nacional, climbing trees to eat the fruit, jumping from house to house, street games such as el escodio, el matao, flori convento, cooking at age 9, etc...

en sí, related to DR.

i moved to DR when i was 9 years old. So of course, before that i should have some type of memory. For some reason, every time i pass by my old hood i still feel like there is a part of me there. So i decided to go by my old neighborhood, the one i lived in before moving to DR and take pictures of my building, the streets and this furniture store, so i can have memories.

her story

it is morning and the others are asleep.
well, that's what it seems to be.
clueless and confusion but secure.
is what she feels all at same time

it all starts with a game,
but it ends up in pain
9 years old, she was
when her childhood got detached from her.

he is in her bed
hands in between her legs
but it is all a game
that's what he said.

what's the name of the game
she began to question
he had no suggestion
other than just make her lay

still clueless, confused but secure.
the others wake up
and its all kicked to the curve
as if nothing had occurred.

on and on the days and game went
she still didn't comprehend.
he still had no response
other than: " this game is just for us"

he was the oldest of them all
the one the parents trusted
she was daddy's little doll
the one being hunted

she grew,
and she finally understood.
that what was STILL going on was no good.

confused and clueless but this time she's not secure

she began to cry at night
praying for it to stop
tryna find a way to dodge
this monster who she now
looked at with disgust.

keep it always

Even when
All you can afford is $2.99 shoes

never lose faith

This was inspired, one day after work i decided to walk around Webster avenue in the Bronx. I found this clearance store, where they have lots of cheap clothing and and i just found it interesting to find these shoes, only $2.99 but the name of the brand on them gave me a sense of hope. Which is something we must always have. even when it looks like everything might be goin wrong.
Below are a few more pics i took of the place.








I found this sweatshirt. Loved the message in it. It says "Be like a the BISON. Stand your ground. Have a tough hide. Keep moving on. Cherish wide open spaces. Have strong spirit. Roam wild and free. Let the chips fall where they may!"

at the clearance store i ALSO MET A BEAUTIFUL KITTY... who i assure you, i had a dream with. That cat gave me a pound in the dream. lol talk about wild dreams...

I gave KITTY some love =) and he left me with...

KITTY HURRR

Taxista Analista

Last night was a good night.
I was chewing on the cold.
but i didnt mind.
i was with the boys
and had great time.

la Última conversación del día
fue con el taxista.
me dijo que era bonita
y que no me cobraría.

"embute" me dije entre si.

Me cobró quince.
pero al final me dice:

"sigue firme,
nunca desconfíes.
y siempre mantente humilde."

Thank you for those words.
cost me $15 bucks.
pero de todas formas,
gracias.

El bildin que parece un bicocho

Who would've thought

that veinte años después,

I' d be working in that building,
that as a kid i would always compare to a cake.
and got hungry just staring at it.

-"El bildin' que parece un bicocho?"
-Si, mami, ahí trabajo.

the district building in Fordham Plaza.

yes, the one by Sears.

em eff ee

how do you remember me?

is it a smile, is it a frown?

cos yo no me acuerdo.

half-a-the time i dont know whether i'm really smiling,

or am i on autopilot?


what now?

quiero descifrar este misterio que me persigue.

quizás tú me puedas ayudar.

but then again,

eso es algo que tengo que aprender a recibir. right?

i was never good at receiving.

don't know how you played volleyball so good.

back to square one.

words don't come easy

got so used to not sharing it with others

i even forgot how to do it with myself.

pues con razón, te sientes perdida.

the only way you feel secure

there is no way.

not yet.

por lo menos.

just another day

"Life's good so I'm feeling great"
-Wiz khalifa

There was a period in my life, not too long ago, where i was very unhappy
i was on my FTW shyt.
of course, i was really good at hiding my feelings cos i don't like when others worry bout me.
which sometimes causes me to push the wrong people away.
I didn't even know who i was anymore.
but i am done pretending!
i am feeling good.

I am even smiling more.
its like i have something to look forward to everyday. even just a week ago when i was unemployed and probably seemed like i had nothing going on. i still looked forward to each day. and that's how i plan to spend the rest of my LIFE.
i was tired of always complaining of what i don't have.
i am glad that i have learned to be content with what i have and with who i am.

all of a sudden when i thought everything was going wrong. something great happens.
GOD IS GOOD.
went from no job to two jobs.
which i am really considering making it my way of life. i almost feel bad that i am getting payed for this. but i do gotta pay them bills.
what better job than helping and showing support to others, basically to complete "strangers"


why another day?

cos we deserve it and we are good people.

a new day is a new beginning.
its another chance
its another day to be thankful
its another day to appreciate whats around you
its another day to grow and become a better person
its another day to make a difference
its another day to spread some love
its another day to meet someone, anyone
its another day to fall inlove
its another day to FEEL ( oh, what a feeling...)
its another day to discover something new
its another day to share with others what you have learned.

i can't stop. i could go on all nite with this

there is just demasiado to live for and to do.
how can i not look forward to another day?

when there's always a plate of mangú con salami y aguacate waiting for me to eat it