Thoughts about life and the world. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page. Subscribe to foreignly by Email. Day after day after day,. Night after night after night,. Yet, when I look back,. The past is but a fleeting moment,. I fall into a false embrace,. The future is but a fantastic illusion.

LIFE IN FRONT OF THE LENS. Garrobo Grande Pyramids and The Stolen Gold Of Nicaragua. This, my dears, is the oldest pyramid in all of Central America and is among the 5 oldest in all of Latin America. This is not written and not told anywhere.

Follow my journey to writing, Blogging and publishing my musings. She learns how to become a cook. How to become a runner. Promises on how to become a better lover. All from just skimming the cover.

Spiritual Moments in the Human Experience. Let us remember that within us. There is a palace of immense magnificence. The reality of things at a distance. That the human eye cannot see. It goes something like this. I now have over 1,400 followers. I am grateful, to say the least.

Never forget that once upon a time, in an unguarded moment, you recognized yourself as a friend. The image of the summer. Sometimes the wave inside my head. Looks like a silent word, or like. A clean afternoon of California summer. On those days I do art. I paint a haunted house,. Gather all the wordlessness inside it,. And put a lock on the canvas.

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I want to post how sad I am. I would like to talk about the pain that closes off my throat. But instead I write about the weather. Or maybe something about the fog. Never mentioning the fog in my brain. Or the rain of tears. That tempers the raging fire. Careful that no one should see. The crazy hanging out of me. Like the tatty lace hem of a none too clean slip.