Wordless Wednesday: Summer Longings

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Down in Manasquan, Summer 2013

Photo by Cristina Nogueras©

 

Vacation mode, not that I’m bragging or anything.

Still in vacation over here. Enjoying some time in my beautiful Puerto Rico, can’t really complain.

2014 is right around the corner, but right now I’m enjoying the “now”.

20131226-170718.jpg Cabo Rojo, Puerto Rico – Seriously one of my favorite views in the whole island.

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20131226-170800.jpg Up in the mountains of Adjuntas, having lunch with a sweet tropical breeze.

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20131226-170839.jpg Delicious mofongo, stuffed with skirt steak and other wonders. Basically, plantain gloriousness in a plate.

20131226-170846.jpg Playa Sucia in Cabo Rojo. “Sucia” means dirty, but believe me, this beach is far from dirty. Guess we like irony?

So basically, been busy with family and tropical adventures but I shall be back in the tundra that is New York and face reality. 2013 has been pretty sweet, so some stories are in store.

Cheers everyone, Happy Holidays! (At least in Puerto Rico it’s still the Holidays)

We’re Not Perfect

We’re mere strings hanging from the ceiling,

cracked crystals spreading out the light,

in multi colored pieces that only shine at night.

We’re fragments of dust, as heavy as paper.

We’re flying around, but it’s wind that propels us.

Twisting in the air with no clear vision.

Hearing different beats but smiling in unison.

We’re grains of sand filtering through the cracks,

pieces of yesterday sprinkled with hope,

forgotten in a corner and forever lost.

We’re waves that come crashing ashore,

the waves that move more than just water along.

We crash and we fall, we refresh it all.

We are colored feathers moving to a beat,

surrounded by fragments of what we could be.

We are drops of the universe, surrounded by heat,

running through the stream, aimless down the street.

We’re not perfect, we’re far from it.

 

By Cristina Nogueras © 2013