Thunder Love by Little Dragon

Then dawn came and I stayed and was laughing with you
The smoke love then I dove and was kissing with you

My past erase as we lay in a daze
please say nothing of yesterdays

Im going to sleep
Im going to sleep under the stars until the end
till your touch say time will it begin
Im going to love until the bitter end

Working days get in my way
as Im thinking of you
smoke love
keep dreaming of when I was kissing with you
My past erase as we lay in a daze

please say nothing of yesterdays

Thunder Love - Little Dragon

(Happy New Year)

Lorenzo!

I can honestly say that I had a fantastic Christmas, and among the many wonderful experiences and exchanges I encountered, what really completed this holiday season or even the year for that matter, was finding this picture. Wow, I was sixteen in this photo, on my way to prom, and the most meaningful moment during that evening was standing there next to my grandfather, considering, he was so incredibly dynamic to me. I thought about this photo often… and I found it.

Being a creative, a filmmaker, a woman, or just simply a person often it’s necessary that I go inward to reach that motivation, you know, that incentive to keep pushing' ahead and get out there to manifest those dreams, those goals. Lately, my grandfather has been at the center of this place that I turn to, and I can't even begin to go on about how lucky I am to have had a grandfather who took the time to create that Avalon.

What do I find in this Avalon, this special retreat? The memories, I find the memories, the days my grandfather gave me the pomegranates he picked in his backyard, the dollhouse I adored that he worked so hard to build for me. I hear the music he collected and placed on cassette tapes just for me. Sometimes when I return to this Avalon I can smell the sandwiches he would make for me in his little cooking sandwich machine. I watch him sitting alone, quietly listening to Paul Simon, and I can even see him sitting beside me falling asleep in church right around the moment I would lean against him and fall asleep as well.

Love grows and remains with you in this life and beyond, creating a place for you to always turn to and find the will to win.

I thank my lucky stars for that place where I can always find my grandfather Lorenzo, sitting there listening quietly to the music he collected, the music he gave to me.

Spirit Voices (Remastered LP V...

Sound and Words

So what... now? Well my film was brought back to life and placed in a competition, seems to be doing well. I was even inspired to create a facebook fan page, yeah I did it, it's called Lets Make The Jamaican Gypsy a Show on BET! Why not, right? I just decided to take it a step further, although it would be amazing to just win, win in general, but win the competition to be more specific! Tomorrow I go to a screening for my film at a local festival, should be nice to swim in the enthusiasm of creative ambition and the desire to do what I enjoy, and live it.

Dreams, for some it may be fame or even science, for me its moving pictures, with stories that break the silence, the kind you just want to think about and imagine with different endings and for different reasons. Who would have thought that I would evolve into someone who allows the heart to lead me…

Another thing I enjoy other than film is music. About a year ago I came across a song written by Feist, I'm not one to listen to a lot of her music, but this particular song floated in and around my thoughts, I couldn't get away from the lyrics, the words.. I like it when the music is just in the words, and not just in the sound, or the beat but the words, and the story it paints..

Its funny, this writing stuff and whatever is written, just sending it out there, not knowing if there is a receiver.. Do people actually read these words? If so, well…Thanks. I could be better at this, blogging, exhibiting, etc… I’ll just leave you with the lyrics that found me this evening, hope it finds you.. happy.

Intuition by Feist
I'll know, I'll know
I won't have to be shown
The way home
And it's not about a boy
Although, although

They can lead you
Break or defeat you

A destination known
Only by the one
Whose fate is overgrown
Piecemeal could break your home
In half
A love is not complete
With only heat

They can tease you
Break or complete you

And in came a heatwave
A merciful save
You choose, you chose
Poetry over prose
A map is more unreal
than where you've been
Or how you feel
And it's impossible to tell
How important someone was
And what he might have missed out on
And how he might have changed it all
and how you might have changed it all for him
and how you might have changed it all
and how he might have changed it all for you
and did i,
and did i miss out on you

Terminals In My Head

My heart swells up which makes us explode...