Regret

storytelling today dredged up memories, memories of my one true regret. I'm not in a good enough place to talk about it now that it has just been brought up again but by the time I come up in story slam i should be.

A Tradition

​Ever since I was young, it's been a tradition in my family to cut down the christmas tree. I don't mean bring one home from the neighborhood lot on the corner, either. We would actually go out and cut down our own tree. On the way we would stop by peddlers village and get some delicious apple cider and check out the ginger bread house competition. I may have little need to stop in on santa or the easter bunny at the local mall, but this is one holiday tradition that I don't want to give up.
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Paul Sierra

Eso es una pintura de Paul Sierra. Paul Sierra es de Cuba. Yo escogía la pintura por que es muy interesante. Me gusta los colores brilliantes y el mensaje, humor en fallecimiento: vida y muerte es un chiste. Yo seré  interpretación de Fidel Castro.  
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Maya Wright: Joan Mir


Mi Nombre es Pedro Machuca y vivo en un pequeño pueblo con mi mamá y mi hermanito. Mi mamá trabaja muy fuerte pero somos muy pobre clase obrera personas. El gobierno es socialista y somos nada a ustedes. Chile es en un revolución, destrozado por comunismo y socialismo. Mi familia sostenemos comunismo, por que haría todos personas igual con no división de clases.  Odio que la clase de alta pensan son mejor tanto nosotros por tenemos dinero mas.  
Esto es una pintura por Joan Miró. Me gusta la pintura porque representa un fuerte mujer trabajadora, pero ha regate (regatear) por tiempo y pobreza. El mujer en la pintura miro mi mamá. Los colores son oscuro pero suave, hacen el tono de la obra tranquilo.
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joan-miro-13

Diego Rivera

Diego Rivera--

 

Esta obra de arte es bien. Los colores son apogado pero dijó un cuento. No se por que pinta de esta cuentos porque el es de un familia muy rico, y esta cuentos de son los trabajadores y la clase obrera.

Semeadores Diego Rivera
Semeadores Diego Rivera

I Love

I love the way you love me.
I love the way you hold me.
I love the way you kiss me.
I love the way you make me feel safe.
I love the way you talk to me.
I love the way you look at me.
I love the way you make me love you more and more each day.
These are the things I love about you.

It Exists!

This fabled happiness is real! It lurks within you, barely contained, sitting in a small chair awaiting some external stimuli to let it loose. It was never meant for such a sedentary existence.
When said catalyst makes itself known and the confines holding this marvelous emotion are broken, it overwhelms. It drowns. It floods. It skips animatedly within your veins and must make itself known to all those around you.
It is a fidgety bliss that was never content with stillness.

Should one find themselves overcome with such feelings, I recommend running barefoot down the sidewalk on a chilly evening. Though I warn this jog does nothing to dampen the effects of the feeling, it merely makes one bearable to their family.

Lucky

​Saturday night I got a rejection letter. I told my best friend Joyce (who is basically like my older sister) about it Sunday night and she said she would give me a little luck and wish me some too. She was sure I would get something better. I got home today and looked in the doorway. There was a giant envelope with congratulations printed across it. I got in to another university instead. Joyce truly sent me luck. Now I hope it last long enough to get the schol I have really been working hard for.