come to me tenderly in the June night

Frank Sinatra had four wives. Three kids.

I wonder if the last wife was his favorite. I mean, they were married the longest. Or if the first one was. I mean, that's when he released his best songs, after all. Or I wonder if his songs were so enchanting then because he hadn't loved yet. Sometimes, I think the best art comes from being unfulfilled (unfortunately)...

I wonder.

I also wonder if good ole Frankie was involved in the Mafia, like they said he was.

I wonder.


I stand at your gate.
And the song that I sing is of moonlight.
I stand and I wait
For the touch of your hand in the June night.
The roses are sighing a moonlight serenade.

The stars are aglow.
And tonight how their light sets me dreaming.
My love, do you know
That your eyes are like stars brightly beaming?
I bring you, and I sing you a moonlight serenade.

Let us stray 'til break of day
In love's valley of dreams.
Just you and I, a summer sky,
A heavenly breeze, kissin' the trees.

So don't let me wait.
Come to me tenderly in the June night.
I stand at your gate
And I sing you a song in the moonlight.
A love song, my darling, a moonlight serenade

tropical rain

Finally, some silence,
and a book,
and tea,
and home creaks,
and a blanket,
and tired feet,
and a heavy heart
(that smiles)
and I am thinking of you,
and feeling at peace,
for now.

Nos vemos pronto, Barcelona...

I can't wait! I've spent most of my free time reading student blogs and browsing LonelyPlanet for more info about Barcelona... I feel like I'm already in love. Or lust, at least.

I can't wait! At first, I was worried about not having enough time to see everything I want to see — three months isn't a very long time when you're with the one you love, after all — but I am already crazy about a city I've never met, so I am sure that my trip abroad won't be the last time I see España...

Countdowns:

3 days until I see my best friend.
17 days until July 4th.
59 days until my Bikram punch card expires.
70 days until Spain.
95 days until my birthday.
192 days until Christmas.
206 days until I am reunited with my other best friends.

Dang. Blessed.

fruit anxiety

I think I am allergic to bananas. I just tried to eat one and my entire mouth erupted into pain, like tiny little men were shoveling chunks of flesh out of the sides of my cheeks and my taste buds were crawling into their own little bomb shelters, sucking themselves into my tongue and shriveling into nothing. I don't think I'll be eating any bananas for awhile.

tiger's milk

It's funny how desperately we want to be known, and how hard we try to remain mysterious.

(Addiction to image projection!)

"When there's a burning in your heart, don't be alarmed."