Thursday, September 22, 2005
Beneath a sky deepening into chasmic vortex and amidst greying primroses fading into relentless obscurity, there lies a diamond, or two, and maybe Lucy has truly plucked a handful of those sparkling gems about her and cast them upon parched earthen surfaces. Para ahorrarnos todos.
Just like the piece of advice I received from Yang today, that we all should have a passion, a vision of tangibles to work towards, every year of our lives. And as of this day, I have put my foot down and proclaimed that by the time of The Flight next year, I shall be a more-than competent salsero sitting pretty in my comfort zone on the floor. So help me, entonces ayudeme.

