The beauty of being able to start over again. 
A blank slate, psychology says.
Not being scared, or judged, better yet. 
Thank you for being there. 
The universe conspired and put you there. 
At that time and place, I was there too. 
Billions of chances and it only took one.
They say physical connections are common 
while mental ones are rare. 
Life has got it's ways. 
The same way two strangers connect.
It's hard to explain. 
For it's not something you say, but something you feel.
In your chest, throat, arms and guts.
Even the encyclopedia fails to explain.
I was not asking for it, but I wanted it.
Perplexed and astonished I led myself go. 
Go where I have never gone before.
Run because I am mad and 
as a dream catcher I chase all I want.
The irony becomes the paradox of the need. 
The need to go your way for my want. 
I'm mad, obsessed for the chemistry we share.  
Don't love me or want to love me. 
The paradox of wanting you is the need to let you go.
Your sweet voice convinces me otherwise. 
Sleep side by side and let the night turn into day.
The same way we turn strangers into melodies of perfect waves.

I don't want this or this to end. 

you crazy YOU

the way you make me smile

you crazy you

the way you whisper in my ear

you crazy you

the way you make me yours

you crazy you

the way you hold my shorts fingers

you crazy you

the way you make me love love

you crazy you

the way you take me and turn me on

oh you crazy you

the way you make me think of you

you crazy you 

the way you make me food

you crazy you

the way you try to impress you

you crazy you

the way you make me think about marriage

you crazy you

the way you miss me

you crazy you

the way you make my stomach turn

you crazy you

the way you write my name on paper

you crazy you

the way you sing to me

you crazy you

the way you make me feel about you

you crazy you

the way you say you miss me

you crazy you

the way you make me write this for you

you must be nuts to love

oh YOU crazy you 

I wish you knew
how much you mean to me
I wish you knew
you are always in my sleep

I wish you sung to me
like a brother would
I wish you held me
like a brother should

I wish you said things
you wouldn't tell others
I wish I knew your secrets
because I'm a keeper

I wish you kept me safe
because sometimes im scared
I wish you fought for me
please do, say you will?

This blog is really awesome
it makes me question
it makes me wonder

This blog is really powerful
it shows I know
because I'm the author

This blog holds no words back
for it knows the truth must talk
because I cant most of the time

This blog knows me well
it goes there she is there she left
but my shadow stays and its all yours

This blog is quiet the talker
its just mumbles and mumbles
no need to be loud
it already speaks without a mouth

This blog is really fast
my words traveling at the speed of light
they jump into thee
like butterflies in the spring

This blog is really for you
I'm kidding it's all for me
because I'm 20s and I'm selfish
but then again, look at thee

I guess I should say I'm sorry

I guess I should say it

I guess I should show it

I guess I'm not what you imagined 

I guess I have failed you darling

I guess you don't see yourself in me

I guess you don't like how I do things

I guess you knew better than that

I guess you mistake me for your past

I guess I know I should be yours

I guess I cant because I wont

I guess you know I should be free

I guess I know it was meant to be 

I guess I should say I'm sorry

I guess you would admire it

I guess I will stay quiet

I guess you are crying

I'm sorry I'm sorry I guess I'm really sorry

I love you I really do but I don't want to like you 

the day i found love

the day i found love i met you for the first time

that same night i saw you as my life reflected upon your eyes

the day i found love we were sitting across one another

the same night we spent eight hours inside a car

the day i found love you gave me your number and my insides turned

the same night i knew i had met my one for sure

the day i found love i had spent an entire day thinking about you

the same night we held each other tight singing love songs

the day i found love you told me i was your best friend

the same night i knew i was forever blessed

the day i found love we took off and drove away

the same night i knew it was never a mistake

the day i found love we held hands for the first time

the same night we kissed and felt all those butterflies

the day i found love i remembered my previous night

the same night we had sinned and were satisfied

the day i found love it was December 31 and you were away

the same night you left me a voice mail saying I was your first 

the day i found love we baked brownies and cuddled away

the same night i caressed the soft skin on your face 

the day i found love we were crying on each others shoulders

the same night we said "fuck the world, lets love each other"

the day i found love i was thousands of miles away

the same night i missed you every second of the day

the day i found love i went to sleep thinking about you

the same night i hoped i would dream of you

the day i found love i saw your face again

the same night i couldn't believe i was holding you again 

the day i found love we didn't care about anyone else

the same night we shared a room, a bathroom and a plate

the day i found love we did everything together

the same night we made plans to make one life forever 

the day i found love we fought and hated each other

the same night we knew we were crazy about one another

the day i found love we struggled to fight for us

the same night we knew it would be a long way home

the day i found love others knew and didn't smile

the same night we accepted us and whatever came along

the day i found love mistakes were made and we were lost

the same night we knew we would never be alone

the day i found love i slept alone in my bed 

the same night i missed you like i never had before

the day i found love you came to me from miles away

the same night we escaped and took the world by its horns

the day i found love i realized no one can compare

the same night we said, lets get along

the day i found love i saw you and saw my soul mate

the same night we said, you will forever be my always 

the day i found love was the same night i saw you for the first time. 

Week 1-Let’s talk about food.

Where to begin? I have never felt so at home since I left Cuba August 5, 2001. Even surrounded by, what seems to be a highly populated area, I feel like I belong. Aside from the fact I understand very little Italian, It feels good to be here. It feels great to live a life style that asks little of you, yet fills you up so much. The concept of “Less is more” has never made so much sense, especially when talking about food. In Cuba, people spend most of their time trying to make a living, and that usually means having a plate of food on their table. In the United States, life is not as hard. But we are constantly surrounded by superficial need that translates into “The bigger, the better.” We correlate the idea of more with satisfaction. In Italy, people are not necessarily concerned with the amount of food placed at the table. Instead, their focus shifts to a more humane and universal need: happiness. This happiness is achieved by good company and good food. Every meal is another opportunity to relax. They seem to forget the worries, the problems… and to remember what is like to appreciate the little things in life while enjoying an irresistibly delicious meal.

I came to this country with the intensions to become as Italian as possible, without forgetting my native roots of course. As a matter of fact, my Cuban roots have played a major role in my acculturation process. The little understanding of Italian that I have would have not been possible without my Spanish background. But to continue, part of this transformation led me to the Mediterranean Diet. A diet based on fruits and vegetables, carbs, olive oil, meat and dairy in moderation, and wine with meals, so delicious! Aside from these ingredients, one must keep an active life. Easy right? Absolutely. People here seem to be doing just fine. The olive oil aspect of the diet was very hard for me to understand. Coming from a place where we are put under the understanding that any oil is better off avoided, it took me a while to fully accept its importance in the diet.

 Italians take their fruits and vegetables very seriously. I was able to experience this in my first visit to the open market. A market set up in a large area filled with tents containing all kinds of foods. Foods varying from different cheeses, to spices, all types of fruits and vegetables, breads, nuts etc… I loved walking through all the tents, smelling the freshness of everything, smiling at people and seeing how they interacted with one another. It was truly an amazing and very lively experience. Not just because I love food, but because it was a little piece of the Italian culture that I was taking away with me. As I was tasting and trying everything, I was absorbing every moment. I was learning about measurements, talking and understanding Italian—trying actually.  Being exposed to such environment, really made me feel at home. It made me happy to be surrounded by fresh foods.

The day continued with a trip to the indoor market, where people can purchase things like milk and other refrigerated items, as well as any other foods found in the open market. As I previously stated, everything here seems to be a lot smaller than what I am used to. The market was no different, even the food carts fit this descriptions. Comparing them to the average size used in the U.S, the Italian carts were approximately four times smaller. This really caught my attention, in a very positive way. This minimalist idea, is very resourceful and essential in a realization that I personally think is often taken for granted in the States. Across the Atlantic Ocean, we are so consumed in living in abundance. We live in a present that is not preparing for us for the future. For example, we go to the market and buy as much food as possible. Some people even walk out of the market with two carts completely filled. To start off, most of these items are not fresh foods, hence the reason why they last so long, and two, and last, are probably not consumed because it goes bad or just forgotten they were even bought in the first place. But it is this idea of just having enough to last us a long time and save us a trip to the grocery store that attracts the American society.

Here, people seem to be very aware that resources can only last so long and therefore adapt to their future. So, instead of buying enough food to last us a month, people buy their foods on a daily basis depending on how much they plan use. I find this method to be very efficient and rational. Food is less likely to be wasted or forgotten and stays fresh. Though it may seem to be more expensive, it might as well be equivalent to the American method monetary wise, but better in practicality.

This first week was very important, as it was my first immersion to the Italian culture. There was a lot of learning and adjusting. But being open minded and willing to accept new ways of living was my key to success. I knew I would love the European way, I knew I would love the food, the people, the history in every corner, and everything else. So far so good, and I anxiously wait for all the other great moments coming my way.