Inkmarks On Empty Dreams

There are certain actresses that I expect to do what Naomi Watts has done in Gypsy, mainly to play a lesbian love affair or a lesbian character so realistic as she does, for she has "antecedents" - Mulholland Drive (2001) “I asked her if she would diagnose Jean as having a disorder,” Rubin said. “But she said everybody falls on different spectrums of different disorders, and she didn’t think Jean was diagnosable, and I agree. This is not a story about a woman with a mental illness . . . we’re all capable of doing dark or bad things. Most people are not good or bad; they fall in the gray and do bad things. And showing women [on screen] who are always nurturing, good, or likable is not being honest. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kFODhiz1Srw " I u sed t o b el ieve that p eopl e det ermi n ed th eir o wn li ves. We we re in cont rol , comm andin g our futu res, choos ing o ur sp ouses , pic king profe ssi on s,res ponsi b le f or ...

" Tus ojos tienen el color del cielo en und dia caliente del verano, Tu piel tiene el odor del mar antes que el mundo despierta, Tu sonrisa vuelve loco la mas triste  de las almas cuando te vea, Cuando te desea, cuando te quera y cuando seas mia Dormida entre mis brazos,,,a media luz, media desnuda y toda mia.." El mar de tu vida se viste  azul... como el mar el mar navega por las olas de sus ojos.... azules... azules como el cielo como los azules reflejos que endulzan  el ahora  viento de amor que tiñe la realidad.....   El mar de tu vida   se viste  de azul... como el mar como tus ojos...  porque su mar eres TU... el mar de sus ojos tu mar...tú     Esos bellos ojos azules Perdida estoy en tu mirar Y no sé cuál es el porqué Me siento tan extraña Al mirar tus ojos.   Quiero saber porque siempre Me rindo ante tu mirada Será  por la belleza De ese intenso color azul.   No sé el misterio de esos bellos ojos azules No sé el porqué me siento tan paralizada Ante la hermosura de...

                 It’s late, I’m tired, but I don’t wanna sleep!!  Each and every one of my days are tiring and quite exhausting, but I am thrilled that I get my share of you. When I’m with you, everything else and anyone else disappears. Work became a woe of silence, a pestilence of lust, a craving breathing of enduring all together. I know nothing, but you inspire everything. Every token of affection, every smile curled upon your lips, every long look that evokes thousands of thoughts and a million of waves from your eyes that compress the sea. Don’t you know what the intensity of your eyes do to me, what your soft lips smoothly bitten by your theeth when you get emotional reveals to me?  Every night is a blessing, a moon dance of devouring passions, a look between two original souls, a glimpse of two human beings that are so much alike and so in need of healing, caring, loving and peace. How could I stay away from you for so long? When all I ever needed I find in the longing of your ...