Life in rosy hues

Yesterday, my mom and I listened to Edith Piaf's "La Vie en Rose".  I barely understand French, but she does pretty well.  She had an intense study course while in her college years, and although she is quite rusty, she still manages to follow a conversation or at least is able to translate pieces of the song.

This morning I woke up with the tune in my head and had an urgency for understanding the whole song.  The words are beautiful and dreamy, the same way the melody makes you feel airy.  It speaks of a great love, so great and so divine, that makes her see life in rosy hues.  And while skepticism for a feeling so ethereal creeps in my head, my heart knows exactly what it is to feel so in love.  I have a battle in my soul that denies me the privilege of letting go and enjoy love as it has presented to me, and I am constantly letting go of my walls of self defense.  I know he does too.  Love doesn't look so rosy while still having the bittersweet taste of failed relationships on your shoulders.  But love is here indeed.  There's no denying it.  No wonder my eyes filled with tears this morning while reading the song: my heart loves so much that wants to see life in rosy hues too.

LA VIE EN ROSE (English translation) 

Eyes that gaze into mine,
A smile that is lost on his lips—
That is the unretouched portrait
Of the man to whom I belong. 

When he takes me in his arms
And speaks softly to me,
I see life in rosy hues.
He tells me words of love,
Words of every day,
And in them I become something.
He has entered my heart,
A part of happiness
Whereof I understand the reason.
It’s he for me and I for him, throughout life,
He has told me, he has sworn to me, for life.
And from the things that I sense,
Now I can feel within me
My heart that beats. 

In endless nights of love,
A great delight that comes about,
The pains and bothers are banished,
Happy, happy to die of love. 

When he takes me in his arms
And speaks softly to me,
I see life in rosy hues.
He tells me words of love,
Words of every day,
And in them I become something.
He has entered my heart,
A part of happiness
Whereof I understand the reason.
It’s he for me and I for him, throughout life,
He has told me, he has sworn to me, for life.
And from the things that I sense,
Now I can feel within me
My heart that beats. 


You can find the original french song and some info on this site:
http://www.useless-knowledge.com/1234/06apr/article064.html

It's an Etsy thing

Ok, so by now you all know how I dig the whole handmade market revolution.  I've been an Etsy buyer for a long while now, and have actually helped some friends to put up their stores shooting good looking pictures.  I have contemplated the idea of putting up a store of mine, but I just didn't know what to sell.  Of course, selling photography would be my first obvious choice, but I'm not quite there yet.  There is a tight competition of really good photographers and I just don't want to show up with some crappy, unprepared collection.  I have to think this through.

But then my sweetie instructed me on how to make handmade woven thread bracelets.  Ta Daaaaa! I'm hooked. Obsessed.  Literally. And I did a test.... I put up a store and just started selling personalized bracelets, and so far, there's an interest.  There's a cool market out there wanting colorful, funky bracelets, and I just love it :-)  Here is a sample of what customers have requested....

No, don't worry, I won't go overboard and start posting non-stop propaganda on this blog, but be aware that I will be sliding in some posts here and there on Etsy life and how it all works.  It's really worth the try...

Good Morning, Christmas Time :)

My mom came to visit for the holidays.  Yesterday we brought her to our apartment and she stayed the whole afternoon with us, drinking wine and eating pizza.  This is the second time my sweetheart actually met with her, and I think they're starting to know each other better.  We talked about everything and anything that came across, including memories of my father and my childhood back home.  It's good to have her here for the Holidays.  She is my Christmas.  Music and good food have always been present in my life thanks to her.  She brought all the warm memories of happy childhood times with her, and I thank her for that.

P.S.This is the cup of coffee I was telling you about in my previous post.  You see what I mean? ;)

With a cup of coffee...

I got up this morning so cold, that I rushed into the kitchen and made myself a warm and yummy cup of coffee.  Us latin girls like our coffee with milk and sugar.  Steamy and comforting.

So, it is with this hot treat that I come to write.  Writing always has a way with my mind: it quiets it down.  I'm in a constant conversation with myself, and I often think this is the reason why I loose so much hair. My hair falls down like quiet snow does on a winter night.  No, I'm not bald, but I do loose more hair than I know is normal. 

My photography has been on hold for a month now.  I went on a little trip with my sweetheart to NYC.  I know New York pretty well, so I offered my tour guide services to him and he accepted.  We walked and walked like two crazy people! And even though I've been to this city so many times, just being there with him made it so much different.  I had my birthday on a cruise by the Hudson River.  The sun set while we were on it and the city looked amazing.  The lights, the Brooklyn Bridge, the Empire State Bldg.... all those places looked so new to me from that perspective.  Sometimes we think we know everything later to find out that we don't.  I think that's about true with everything.  Think hard and you'll know what I'm talking about.

With November gone, December came with all the cold in the world.  We were happy we were able to leave the North before all the snow started to fall.  But oh, it's been 30 degrees in Miami! That's crazy, I know.  I'm enjoying it while it lasts.  With my warm cup of coffee, I'll be able to beat the cold over and over again.

Lovely Belly

December Blues

The end of the year.  The end of a long, confusing and hectic year.

I'm not complaining.  On the contrary, I am hopeful.  Year end always puts me in a meditative trance, like a buddhist monk in a constant state of meditation.  Reviewing, rewinding my memory and cleaning the dust that comes out from it.  We are the net result of the cumulative effect of our decisions, of our rights and wrongs.  It's ok, I can deal with my wrongs alright.  Let's just move along, shall we?

And that's what year end is all about... moving along.  Stepping into new ground and smelling the fresh grass underneath our feet.  Hopeful. At ease.  Content.  In peace.