Saturday

I am slowly coming to the understanding of what is really going to happen.

You can't have it all.

No importa cuanto deseas lo otro, cuando solo has trabajado por esto.

Better to know now.

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Another heart must be broken.

Sunday

El recuento de los daños

Operación licuado de mango fue todo un éxito (ligeramente desastroso).

Operación jotcaques fue un éxito en perspectiva (perspectiva de sabor... visualmente un fracaso).

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Very nice Arely!

Friday

Q.E.D.

Admit it - It bothers you.

Wednesday

The e-mail someone stole from me.

It was my right (and duty). But, やぱり, needs to get in the scene.

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Still, getting the best of these days.

Sunday

Poetry is supposed to be slow

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Do I look like me?

Friday

Ça que je crois..

Sometimes I believe I'm the cutest girl I know... Or am I? Or do I?


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And that is just dangerous... and natural. Or not. Who knows?

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I think I'm not thinking over this post... By the way, CERN is full of reporters (once again) due to the (approaching) premiere of "Angels and Demons"... so what?

Wednesday

Muon Week

and the magic I have in me.

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Muon week serves (mainly) for one purpose:

Look down! Everyone is there...


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Can I hang out with VIP? In any case, muons need style.

Friday

Only one thing can make a soul complete

You will leave life even more beautiful than you entered it.

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And I guess we all know what that thing is.

Thursday

The big deal about big collaborations

You get your questions answered.

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That's good, isn't it? (even when the answer doesn't work, you'll get a second... a third... well! eventually you'll get it right...)

Monday

Me and my boring inbox

I can't really tell when was the last time my "Inbox" was that exciting and fun... All I can say for sure it's that now, it's just plain and boring... Nothing exciting is waiting to be read.

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I might have just remembered... Oh, ignorance is such a blessing...

Sunday

Natural envy

Envying the boldness, and all the excitement it's brought.

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I might even get some inspiration. Or not. Better not. I bet not.

Revolutionary road

Hopeless emptiness. Now you've said it. Plenty of people are onto the emptiness, but it takes real guts to see the hopelessness.

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Have I gotten any better at lying? Lying at myself?

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La escena del desayuno es demasiado triste. I might not be special or destined for anything at all.

I guess, in a way, I live with the fear of waking up one morning with this truth in my mind. What am I to do? One day, you realize you can't afford romance. One day you realize you can't afford greatness. One day you realize you are no different from the rest.

You just want to play house... very sweet house.

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Still, living on the untold secret.