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"When was the last time you did something for the first time?"

I love every phrase and mention that makes me rush to the door That makes me remember That bugs my true intention Staying indoor within the comfort zone, That was the failed attempt at living. But in her old age she absorbed the day And in my headaches, I wandered astray. She had wheeled over with courage, Realizing that every day was for living, and yet I stared into the distance, for I was merely breathing. She was witnessing a masterpiece, The Picasso that never left, Until we traded seeing for flashes, And deteriorated the masses. Some would even wonder its meaning, Wonder the worth of leaving the warmth, Of moving, of standing up and perhaps, Just maybe, of walking outside. The beating heart was defeated, It was beaten to no meaning, It no longer felt because you, You had stopped living. A keystroke away, Lay worlds to explore, Fascinated we ventured Like puppets, into its store. The very day in which you gave in, The day in which you were cons

It never stops.

Fascinated by the idea of time, I pondered at the two extremities, A third always in the move, Twelve perfect overlaps, twice, what a groove. As I looked once more, I realized its growth, For every move it made, I made one of my own. Time was my attack, I was playing the restless, I had shown the climax, And hit pause. The sudden recipe was toxic, How long before words lose sentiment, Before the purpose of these keystrokes Are a mere distraction delaying action. It's getting dark, I'm unsure I'll make it. Perhaps I'll break, But even in pieces, i'll take it. The neurons fire, This is a pathology, I've become a curious observer, A patient, and a doctor. The stars awaken, How long have they taken, Is it too late, I'm infected, Holding strong but unprotected. For every hand that's dealt, I am well invested, I'm taking my chances, But no longer well rested. A fourth left to go, Who knows what the future holds,

My Barcelona Guide

Long overdue, but having been to Barcelona a number of times, I have been wanting to write some of the secret parts of the city that I encountered, and that are worth seeing. It's worth citing that a lot of the restaurants were originally gotten from an amazing list of restaurants my doctoral advisor shared with me, and that a lot of the places I love going to were first shown to me by our program director, who knows Barcelona better than anybody I know. Additional note : Barcelona runs on a different time schedule than other countries. Dinner at 9-10pm is very common, and people start going out around midnight (to bars). Clubs start around 2am and go until about 6am, so keep that in mind as you enjoy the city. They also have afternoon naps (siestas), so in the early afternoon, a lot of things may be closed. The summer is usually pretty packed regardless because its booming with tourists. I generally do not like crowded toursit-filled areas, but you have to experience them once.

Shots fired.

Two plus signs and a beat, This one's for you, I'm spilling knowledge so quit saving copper. We grew in green But mine was called a tree, The one that society cropped up The one you pay to go see. You are the poster child of fear, You sit in comfort for years, But under experience You've got nothing, oh dear. Realize that its not everything, Utilize its power and value it, Journey into the unknown, Sacrifice everything, begin to feel. I care. I dare. I embrace despair. But your sheltered nurture has you scared, looking to be chaired. In case your lyrical virginity got lost in a game, realize. It's not the bills in my pocket It's the skill in my rocket. In the stress of silly ideals, You found comfort in keys, You forgot to cherish the beats, You feared the streets. And for what, in your attempt to conform, You did everything but forgot... the norm is not everything. Sure, you'll survive, but did you live?

This one's for me.

"To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, to draw closer, to find each other and feel. That is the purpose of life." Life Magazine's motto, and a quote brought to the attention of me through Ben Stiller's recent film 'The Secret Life of Walter Mitty'. Day by day we live our lives. That is as much truth as I dare to say, but today I feel like a small part of me has transcended, a different level of understanding has emerged in my mind, spelling out how to live by appreciation, kindness, and just a little bit of madness. Like any recipe, it takes years to perfect, but just a little bit of effort to make it a good experience. I've recently realized that no matter how much I travel, or do any type of activity that pumps the adrenaline into my heart and fuels me with the very reason which I like to live, I will never get tired of it. It is not necessarily where you travel, but rather simply the fact of changing where you are th