watersports particularly wakeboarding and windsurfing, i love to travel and go to the beach-nothin' beats feelin' the sand in between my toes, sunset strolls, adventure thrills me gone bungee jumping several times already, reading, f1 - im a williams fan, i have regular popcorn nights watching flicks with my crew , night out in town clubbin and dancing
EVERYONE WITH AN INEXHAUSTIBLE PASSION AND FERVOR FOR LIFE
ALTERNATIVE, ROCK, R&B, HIP HOP, HOUSE, TRANCE
All Johnny Depp's flicks, Pretty in Pink, Zapped, Adam Sandler's and Ben Stiller's flicks, Amelie, Schindler's List, Sleepless in Seattle, You Got Mail, Breakfst at Tiffany's, Gone with the Wind, While You Were Sleeping...can't really think of all of them right now...
NO TIME!!!!
When I close a book
I open life.
I hear
faltering cries
among harbours.
Copper ignots
slide down sand-pits
to Tocopilla.
Night time.
Among the islands
our ocean
throbs with fish,
touches the feet, the thighs,
the chalk ribs
of my country.
The whole of night
clings to its shores, by dawn
it wakes up singing
as if it had excited a guitar.The ocean's surge is calling.
The wind
calls me
and Rodriguez calls,
and Jose Antonio--
I got a telegram
from the "Mine" Union
and the one I love
(whose name I won't let out)
expects me in Bucalemu.No book has been able
to wrap me in paper,
to fill me up
with typography,
with heavenly imprints
or was ever able
to bind my eyes,
I come out of books to people orchards
with the hoarse family of my song,
to work the burning metals
or to eat smoked beef
by mountain firesides.
I love adventurous
books,
books of forest or snow,
depth or sky
but hate
the spider book
in which thought
has laid poisonous wires
to trap the juvenile
and circling fly.
Book, let me go.I won't go clothed
in volumes,
I don't come out
of collected works,
my poems
have not eaten poems--
they devour
exciting happenings,
feed on rough weather,
and dig their food
out of earth and men.
I'm on my way
with dust in my shoes
free of mythology:
send books back to their shelves,
I'm going down into the streets.
I learned about life
from life itself,
love I learned in a single kiss
and could teach no one anything
except that I have lived
with something in common among men,
when fighting with them,
when saying all their say in my song.
-Ode to the book, Pablo NerudaIM A BIG PAOLO COELHO AND ISABEL ALLENDE FAN!!! BY THE RIVER PIEDRA I SAT DOWN AND WEPT, VERONICA DECIDES TO DIE, THE ALCHEMIST, THE HOUSE OF SPIRITS