"The story of my life is about back entrances, side doors, secret elevators and other ways of getting in and out of places..."
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traveling, laughing, contemplating, walking -I walk everywhere. Walking clears my mind and nourishes my soul. I feel like a small part of the world but in comfortable solitude at the same time...coffee and a crossword, basketball, poker, dj's, exotic foods, reading a good book, public transportation, fashion, cooking, chocolate, surfing, photography, hiking, camping, red wine, tequilla shots, art, artists, movies, pablo picasso, gustav klimt, architecture, computers, music, dancing with myself, chocolate - wait I said that, yes chocolate, chocolate, vodka - it makes you forget, uninhibited contemplating, the beach - any body of water, a hot day with a constant breeze, friends, dirk nowitzki and the mavericks, good spellers, galaga, poker, kissing, passion fruit robeks juice, trader joes, 2 buck chucks, salmon and rosemary, bloody mary's, the obscure, seam busting comedy, shoes, musicians, artists, non-conformists, accountants, architects, good friends, vodka-it helps you forget, smell of rain, smell of clothes fresh out of the dryer, the smell freshly mowed grass, running my fingers through flour, drawing, painting, belly dancing, flamenco, dancing in general, books, bookstores, watching a movie at the cemetery, basketball, tambourines, " , music, music, music, looks don't concern me maestro, only talent interests a woman of taste"
for the times you stood out from the crowd and then got lost in it, for the times you were walking on one side of the street and i the other, for the times i walked in a restaurant just a minute after you’ve left, for the times you had a significant other and i did not, for the times you were in one hemisphere and I another, for the times i was too busy and you were not, for the times you were in the meat section and i was in frozen foods, for the times you walked in an elevator but was too chicken to say a word, for the times i stood in one line and you the other, for the times you were driving one direction and me the other, for the times you asked me out but stupidly declined, for the times i was attached and you were not, for the times i got off the 5th floor and you came on 6th, for the times our timing was off--way off, for the times of hot nights but cold mornings, for the times you asked for directions and i just gave them, for the times i was too nervous to talk and just stared, for the times you gave up your seat on the subway, or the times i got scared of love and ran off like wild horses, for the times you gave your number but I never called, for the times you asked for my number but you never called, for the times we were just "friends", for the times you were in one moment and i another, for the times we made each other cry, for the times i smiled, then you smiled-looked away and then smiled again and just like that you were gone, for the times i offered you my heart and you did not take it, for the times of great first dates and no second, for the times i broke your heart but did not know it, for the times we thought the grass was greener on the other side but wasn’t. for the times it was just too late.
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"i am persuaded that the greatest gift in my experience of humanity has been music. in my darkest hours when the world has stripped me down to expose the face of my vulnerabilities, it is music that gives me strength. music is the friend who cannot judge, it is the understanding confidant existing without peers, it is a lover of my soul. music has taught me how to love, how to hate, and how to reconcile the two. with each passing day i become more complex and individual. as this growth develops, so to does the music. for every problem, for every person, there is a song lying in wait. a song to illustrate the fundamental truth that we are not alone. though it is often difficult to imagine the commonality of our pain, music connects us with the individual who has already lived it. where music stands above all other forms of expression is that within music the expression of emotion is married with it's interpretation. feelings cannot be written with accuracy, they can be described with words but the expression itself remains mute. music can translate that expression into it's own language, where the spoken word fails the tone triumphs. music is timeless just as our nature is timeless; without it, i would be lost."- tattoed and tanless
la femme nikita, 9 1/2 weeks, water, dangerous liasons, scarface, one flew over the cookoos nest, the professional, water, the lover, the mysterious lady, shawshank redemption, before sunrise, after sunset, casablanca, amelie, run lola run, y tu mama tambien, malena, dracula(bram stokers) matahari, the notebook, elf, breakfast at tiffany's, silence of the lambs, lolita, in america, crouching tiger hidden dragon, when harry met sally, breakfast club, the graduate, about last night, rushmore, sex lies and videotape, lord of the rings trilogy, xx xy, pretty woman, raise the red lantern, the dreamers, heathers, lost boys, the great seduction, il postino, cinema paradiso, malena, all about my mother, there's something about mary, a clockwork orange, my fairlady, fargo, whale rider, march of penquins, ice storm, mata hari, grand hotel, raising arizona, running on empty, basketball diaries, city of god, zoolander, office space, big lebowski, monsoon wedding, foreign films, documentaries, mr & mrs. smith, last tango in paris, an affair to remember, man on fire, born into brothels, some like it hot, dangerous beauty, lord of the flies, a christmas story, being john malcovich, of mice and men, wedding crashers, pump up the volume, last of the mohicans, anniversary party, mall rats, napoleon dynamite. deepa mehta
You Are Miami
Sexy and beautiful, you turn heads wherever you go.
A little spicy and a little exotic, you're fully aware of your unique appeal.
Totally high energy, you keep the party going early into the morning.
Famous Miami residents: Anna Kournikova, OJ Simpson, Enrique Iglesias
What American City Are You?
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never ever let go of that fiery sadness called desire