Letting go

The problem with falling in love is the time it has to end. You find yourself holding on to every small detail, everything to make you remember. But when your love is a place you can't do anything but hope the place will be the same if you ever come back. You keep remembering the stupid little things that make the place what it is.

I almost came to think of Ithaca as home and leaving it I can't help feel sad. So what do I do... as a movie once said enjoy it. Sushi for two at Plum Tree, salsa at Olivias, mexican bagel at CTB, capucinnos and cocktails at Stellas... and then it's all gone as if it were just a blink of an eye.

Dreams

I feel like a bear. Just a brown big bear who decided to hibernate in the middle of the summer. That's all I do, hibernate. I read books and listen to music and swim and lay in the sun. But most of the time I dream. I imagine the ghosts of my past and let them inpire my present. I dream about the people I once loved and didn't understand and how understaning them little by little I started to forget them. But most of all I dream about the ocean, about Barcelona and Costa Rica and Rome and all the amazing places I've been to and how each of them changed who I am.

Or maybe it's all about a book I randomly picked up in Lucian's room after swimming in the gorge for too long. It's making me cry and remeber, laugh and hope.

Amazing nights

Life is just a bunch of moments, some amazing, some crazy and some sad. And some... well a lot of them are just filling moments. I think living it's just about making every moment full of something, meaningfull.

For all of you out there who made my Cornell days so full, thank you :)

Reading

Today I've finally started reading the book Mukhee gave me for my birthday :)

Mmmmm

So I added some pictures, my animation movies, some essays.
I guess I'm tired now, ready to go any lay on the beach by the lake for two days researching used cars.

My new new website

Since I have nothing better to do then sit in Ithaca... I have been building this.
So let me know what you think :)

Late

It's late, so very late.
Too late for whispers, too late for hopes, too late for songs.
But never too late for hope...

Welcome

Welcome to my Blog!