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Love Sonnet XVII

I do not love you
as if you were a salt rose,
or topaz, or the arrow of carnations
the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark
things are meant to be loved,

in secret,

between the shadow and the soul.

-pablo neruda

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Angel Notion.

Angel Notion is a non-profit medical clinic that was started by a woman named Lovanna who became passionate about helping children and adults alike. Angel Notion specializes in cardiovascular treatment (helping children with heart problems to get surgeries) as well as dental, diabetic and gynecological assistance.  It is a beautiful place full of love. Lovanna is trying to find sponsors for the children with heart problems that visit the clinic. She has dedicated her life to helping others. Doctors and workers dedicate their time to helping patients.

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la vida.

“Your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.” – bukowski

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diamonds & rust.

Well, I’ll be damned
Here comes your ghost again
But that’s not unusual
It’s just that the moon is full
And you happened to call
And here I sit
Hand on the telephone
Hearing a voice I’d known
A couple of light years ago
Heading straight for a fall

As I remember your eyes
Were bluer than robin’s eggs
My poetry was lousy you said
Where are you calling from?
A booth in the Midwest
Ten years ago I bought you some cufflinks
You brought me something
We both know what memories can bring
They bring diamonds and rust

Well, you burst on the scene, already a legend
The unwashed phenomenon
The original vagabond
You strayed into my arms
And there you stayed
Temporarily lost at sea
The Madonna was yours for free
Yes, the girl on the half-shell
Could keep you unharmed

Now I see you standing with brown leaves falling around
And snow in your hair
Now you’re smiling out the window of that crummy hotel
Over Washington Square
Our breath comes out white clouds
Mingles and hangs in the air
Speaking strictly for me
We both could have died then and there

Now you’re telling me you’re not nostalgic
Then give me another word for it
You who are so good with words
And at keeping things vague
‘Cause I need some of that vagueness now
It’s all come back too clearly
Yes, I once loved you dearly
And if you’re offering me diamonds and rust
I’ve already paid

– joan baez

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road tripping through the yucatan.

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You Can Tan Peninsula, Quintana Roo – Mexico.

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In Mexico
I went for a walk to inhale
The tranquil, cool, lover’s air
I could taste a trace
Of American chemical waste
And the small voice said
“What can we do?”

In Mexico
I went for a walk to inhale
The tranquil, cool, lover’s air
I could sense the hate
of the lonestar state
And a small voice said
“What can we do?”

It seems if you’re rich
And you’re white
You think youre so right
I just don’t see why this should be so
If you’re rich and you’re white
You think youre so right
I just don’t see why this should be so.

In Mexico
I lay on the grass
And I cried my heart out
For want of my love
Oh, for want of my love
Oh, for want of my love

Te Amo Mexico.

Our love was lost
But now we've found it
Our love was lost
And hope was gone

Our love was lost
But now we've found it
And if you flash your heart
I won't deny it
I promise

I promise

Your walls are up
Too cold to touch it
Your walls are up
Too high to climb

I know it's hard
But I can still hear it beating
So if you flash your heart
I won't mistreat it
I promise

I promise

Our love was lost
In the rubble are all the things
That you've, you've been dreaming of
Keep me in mind
When you're ready
I am here
To take you every time

Oh, our love was lost
Lost, lost, lost, lost..
Our love was lost
But now its found - the temper trap
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