Thank You.

This place is a mess... It appears to be that 'taking it easy' isn't good for my obsessive compulsive needs. Tomorrow, I will have to take an hour or two to put everything back to how it should be. In the mean time, I'm telling myself over and over again to let it go. Slumber, sometimes necessary.

A new discovery hit today: If I don't get the desired reaction obsession takes over. Let it go. Just let it go.

Thanksgiving isn't a Colombian tradition but as years keep bringing me a new Thanksgiving I've developed a certain glee towards this interesting Holiday. I believe we should always be thankful, I feel thankful every day. It was nice to see many people I like and do nothing for 4 days. It was nice to see my friends feeling so exuberantly lovable.

I'm thankful for my eyes, for my fingers and my home, for my family, for my friends, for my job and my good health, I'm thankful for you, I'm thankful for Amara and Pechan. I'm thankful for being alive, I'm thankful for my brain and my ability to feel. I'm thankful for tomorrow, it will come.

Goodnight and Good day, to all the people in the world, to those who read this, to you...

*Currently listening to Lebanese Blonde by Thievery Corporation*

Not my secret, but pretty awesome...

Slowly As I Move Along.

The days start moving slowly yet nothing is really slowing down. The leaves are falling off the trees but none of them are naked yet. I miss you today.

Some things I have forgotten. Some remain clear, like the methodical way you handled the newspaper as you read it in the mornings, accompanied by black coffee and sometimes a cigarette; and the way you played music loudly, always high on the volume, 'so that the soul can feel it', as you used to say.

I thought I heard you today, I adjusted the frequency and it wasn't you, there was no sound at all. I wish I had cried more, but how could I have shed any tears when I lacked sadness? I missed you even when you were around, it had become a part of us. Being distant was the only way to avoid the pain from what we knew would come.

I didn't miss your birthday this year. In the shower, as the water drenched me, I sang a little happy birthday for you. I would have had the perfect present. There is so much that you still needed to see.

You would have liked this new place. You would have liked this new chance. I should have tried harder.

I'm not sure where you are. Death is nothing that I think of often. All I know is that I miss you today. Every bit of me misses you and I can't help but wonder if I could have changed your fate, me, your favorite one.

Besitos y abrazos. Te Adoro con todo mi Corazon.

*Currently listening to Girl from Ipanema by Astrud Gilberto*