Moonless Nights

“Caminante no hay camino” Antonio Machado Todo pasa y todo queda Pero lo nuestro es pasar, Pasar haciendo caminos, Caminos sobre el mar. Nunca Perseguí la Gloria, Ni dejar en la memoria De los hombre mi canción; Yo amo los mundos sutiles, Ingrávidos y gentiles, Como pompas de jabón. Me gusta verlos pintarse De sol y grana, volar Bajo el cielo azul, temblar Súbitamente y quebrarse… Nunca perseguí la Gloria. Caminante, son tus huellas. El camino y nada más; Caminante, no hay camino; Se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace camino Y al volver la vista atrás Se ve la senda que nunca Se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante no hay camino Sino estelas en el mar… Hace algún tiempo en ese lugar Donde hoy las bisques se visten de espinos Se oyó la voz de un poeta gritar: <<Caminante no hay camino, Se hace camino al andar…>> Golpe a golpe, verso a verso… Cuando el jilguero no puede cantar, Cuando el p...

Thinking of developing a story like this one This is just a scene of what it would look like if I did. Detective Night spread the pictures of the crime scene on the table. "Do you see a familiar face?" I swallowed hard. "Am I under arrest?" I didn't think I could hold on anymore. Of course I recognized Annie Summer, my girlfriend in their pictures. But I wasn't about to tell the detective (which happened to be a very attractive woman) one word. What if Annie killed me too? "You do realize Mr. William that you are lying to me and this could get you in a lot of trouble for example..." There was a knock on the door. The head of the police department Frederick Hamilton poked his head in. "Detective, can I have word with you?" He glared at me and I quickly looked away. Whatever was outside the window was less frightening. Detective Night however, wouldn't take her eyes off me. My God if looks could kill... Detective Night st...

I'm reading it now and I can't believe I actually gave someone this note! This must be so weird to you in many different levels. I'm sure however, that is not the first time someone  comes up to you and says "Hey I have a crush on you, or something like that" but it will be the first time  you hear it from me. Every time I look at you, I do want to tell you primarily to get it off my chest.  But I get so nervous and my heart beats so fast...I just can't bring myself to tell you. I read a story once about this guy that never had the guts to tell this girl how he felt. Years later he bumped into the girl's best friend and when he asked, how is she doing? The friend responded well she is finally over you. I don't want to be that guy. So even if you don't feel the same way for me, I just really wanted you to know. You're the only person that gives me butterflies in my tummy and makes my heart beat 1,000 times a minute (sort of an exag...

Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul Please Listen When I ask you to listen to me and you start giving me advice, you have not done what I asked. When I ask you to listen to me and you begin to tell my why I shouldn't  feel that way, you are trampling on my feelings. When I ask you to listen to me and you feel you have to do something to solve my problem, you have failed me, strange as that may seem. Listen! All I ask is that you listen.  Don't talk or do-just hear me. Advice is cheap; 20 cents will get you both Dear Abby and Billy Graham in the same newspaper. And I can do for myself; I am not helpless. Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless. When you do something for me that I can and need to do for myself, you contribute to my fear and inadequacy. But when you accept as a simple fact that I feel what I feel, no matter how irrational, then I can stop trying to convince you and get about this business of...