Paloma Negra

Ya me canso de llorar y no amanece
Ya no sé si maldecirte o por ti rezar
Tengo miedo de buscarte y de encontrarte
Donde me aseguran mis amigos que te vas
Hay momentos en que quisiera mejor rajarme
Y arrancarme ya los clavos de mi penar
Pero mis ojos se mueren si mirar tus ojos
Y mi cariño con la aurora te vuelve a esperar

Y aggaraste por tu cuenta la parranda
Paloma negra paloma negra dónde, dónde andarás?
Ya no jueges con mi honra parrandera
Si tus caricias han de ser mías, de nadie mas

Y aunque te amo con locura ya no vuelves
Paloma negra eres la reja de un penar
Quiero ser libre vivir mi vida con quien yo quiera
Dios dame fuerza que me estoy muriendo por irla a buscar

Y agarraste por tu cuenta las parrandas.

Good Morning!

He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise. -William Blake

Summer Time - Mahjong and Tea

Nothing like having afternoon tea with friends and mahjong.

Moon cakes?

Summer Time - Rice Noodles

Rice Noodle Salad

Rice noodles
Cilantro
Green Onions
Garlic
Fish Sauce
Crab meat
Shrimp
Rice vinegar
Lemon
Cucumber

Summer Time

Back in Toronto.

I'm not sure if I want to be back, but I have no choice. I kinda miss Montreal and Boston.

Nurse Jackie

Careless Whisper

I love this!

I'm such an 80s kid!

Protests in Montreal

I spent some time with the protesters.

It was an honour to sit and pray with the protesters.

This Advent

I found a new favourite blog.

http://www.garancedore.fr/

Check it out!

Evening

Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
-Oscar Wilde

But, I do miss the sun, the warmth, the crowds of people walking, strolling, dancing, playing. Sometimes we may have to check what the weather is, not only to prepare ourselves, but to protect our fragile being from the "elements".

VespaGuy

Don't Forget To Look Up

"These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in ageing. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism."
-Virginia Woolf

Missing

“I love thee to the level of everyday’s most quiet need,by sun and candle light…I love thee with the breath,smiles,tears,of all my life.” - Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 – 1861)