Memory Lane

"Memories, like the corners of my mind

misty water-colored memories

of the way we were,

Scattered pictures, of the smiles we left behind

smiles we gave to one another

for the way we were".

This song is a guilty pleasure, it's so cheesy, but still, I can relate to it's lyrics, and I think everybody can in some point of their life.

Alone time

I've said it before, I like my "alone time", and I hardly get that time for myself, but this sunday without planning it, I've got it.

Also, and this is huge, I enjoy giving gifts. I like to see people's reaction and most of all, It makes me feel good inside, like I can share a peace of my heart or my soul, besides I like to make people smile (not that I'm a clown or anything, ¿?).

Today, before I went to the movies, alone, I went to buy a book, and meanwhile I was in line to pay, an old lady, in a very polite way, said to me:

- "Jane Austen?, Oh dear, I love her novels, she writes beautifuly, her stories are so romantic, and full of emotions, she really can take you to those times of greatness, are you reading it in english dear?"

-"Yes" - I replied - "I'd like to improve my skills in the language and expand my vocabulary"

-"Good for you dear" - she said.

Then I paid and asked the cashier to wrapped it as a gift, and the old lady without hesitate, grabs my arm and says:

-"I thought the book was for you... are you giving it as a gift?"

I just gave her a smile, and answer her back: -"It is a gift, for myself from me"-

and she just nodded and smiled, and gave me another "Good for you dear".

So every once in a while I give myself a treat, 'cause I really enjoy presents, to give or receive, besides it's not like it's every day, and it's only a book for God's sake!

Then I went to see Guy Ritchie's latest film, "ROCKANROLLA", it was ok, filled with dark and raw english humor, violence, sex and drugs... and of course rock, the soundtrack was good, excellent I'd say. I'm not a critic, but I give it one thumb up.

Luna de Xelajú

It's a famous song in Guatemala, beautifully written, about the moon, a heart breaker morena, and more important, about the city, the mystical and romantic Xelajú, Quetzaltenango.

I haven't travel around the world, my eyes haven't seen other landscapes, I haven't embrassed other cultures, but I know beauty when I see it.

Here are the lyrics, but of course, most gets lost in translation

"Moon, silver gardenia, that in my serenade, a song you become,

You saw me singing then, you see me crying now my disappointment,

Moon-drenched streets, that were the cradle of my youth,

I come to sing to my beloved, my silver moon, my Xelaju moon...

Xelaju Moon, you knew how to illuminate

my sorrow nights for a sweet-eyes brunette.

Xelaju Moon, you gave me inspiration,

the song I sing today watered with tears my heart

In my life there will be no other love than you,

my love,

because you are not ungrateful, my silver moon, Xelaju Moon,

Moon that illuminated, in my nights of love,

Today you comfort my sorrow,

for a brunette that left me behind."

Ok, so it's not so beautifully written, but sounds pretty good in stadiums, or in a different country when you're drunk, but specially if you're in love in Xela, or in love with Xela.