If your music sounds like bubble gum pop...chances are you've yet to take a trip down that very desolate road of anguish, heartbreak and desperation. As cliché as the thought may be, the universe can be a pretty chilly place. In the realms of reality, frostbite lies ahead of you. Brave yourself for what awaits you. Without having experienced the ( Read more... )

I figured I'd make my way back to my trusty online journal - with a notably limited vocabulary. My English has gotten considerably worse since the move to Barcelona. Not a handsome thing - no, no. Until I get the hang of this again, do try your best to avoid being haughty about it.

Now, where does one begin? Goodness me. I am stuck. Stuck in a bit ( Read more... )

Monochrome showers and beads of gray dominate what once belonged to the Variegation. These days endure the rusted swings that neither sway nor create. In the colorless grassland, each foot trudges reluctantly by in hopes of disentangling the pilgrim’s plight.

It is a presence that is haunted by an inspired past - invigorating and poetic. It is a ( Read more... )

The mirth. The capricious. 
A profusion of procrastination. 
Scarcity. Spontaneity. Nostalgia. The new. 
The wistful.  The memory. 
A lack of time. Confusion. Laughter. Youth. 
Rebellion. Irony. Emotion. 
Friendship. 
The changes. Anxiety. The future. Innocence. 
Perplexity. Sensation. The combination.

verano. +
+ été. 
sommer. +

الصيف +
estate.+
+ verão

лето = ( Read more... )

Summer? There are no words; however, I shall be benevolent (generous, kind, munificent, bighearted... of course, the list goes on and on. HA.) and leave you with scraps of songs the nearly inebriated Binky wrote in Barcelona not too long ago. My muse? Left in the South - both physically and emotionally. Of course, it will be forever etched in my ( Read more... )

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(You might take note of the so obvious sign of life located above this sentence. It's supposed to resemble one of them fancy pants hospital gadgets.)

I didn't die yesterday, and despite whatever the world may want for humanity... I sure as hell ain't dying tomorrow. It's nice to be writing again. (You ( Read more... )

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My name is Bianca, and  I live in a world of photographs and colour wheels.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/biancamabanta

Un millon de besos all the way from Spain,
Bianca

P.S.
I apologise for the 'carencia' of updates. Bang, bang.

Tic, tac, tic, tac es el sonido de la prosa y la poesía que antes movió el cuerpo ( Read more... )

Poor, poor Sphagnum. Sphagnum E. Mabanta.

I realize that I haven´t been writing often. I must be charged with homocide. I almost killed little Sphagnie with an obvious lack of words.

I do have my reasons, though.

1. Spain & Spanish

2. First week homework

3.  Mass e-mails (to family) -- I write about my days, yes. So, I haven´t abandoned online writing ( Read more... )