mierda total

Vaya, esto si que es una mierda.

LXXXIX

Cuando yo muera quiero tus manos en mis ojos:
quiero la luz y el trigo de tus manos amadas
pasar una vez más sobre mí su frescura:
sentir la suavidad que cambió mi destino.

Quiero que vivas mientras yo, dormido, te espero,
quiero que tus oídos sigan oyendo el viento,
que huelas el aroma del mar que amamos juntos
y que sigas pisando la arena que pisamos.

Quiero que lo que amo siga vivo
y a ti te amé y canté sobre todas las cosas,
por eso sigue tú floreciendo, florida,

para que alcances todo lo que mi amor te ordena,
para que se pasee mi sombra por tu pelo,
para que así conozcan la razón de mi canto.

--Pablo Neruda
Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada.
Cien sonetos de amor

Really, really bad pictures

The tree next to the driveway 

My last thank you note to Nonna Margherita

Dear Nonna Rita:

I believe that God must have made a mistake by giving me the parents he did. But I also know he quickly remedied that by bringing you and Nonno Roberto in to all of our lives. Thank you for being a great friend to both of my parents. Thank you for all that you have done for me. While my mother was challenged and limited, you were there with expertise and motherly wisdom. When my parents failed, you guys were there to quickly dust me off and pick up all the pieces. Thank you for always believing in me, especially when I felt no one cared whether I lived or died. Thank you for being proud of me, no matter what I did or how I did it. Thank you for always being there for me, for giving me wonderful advice regarding countless topics, for listening to me, for helping me become a good cook, for teaching me how to be a good mother and a good person, thank you for answering all of my questions and for kicking my ass when I needed it. Thank you for sharing so many life lessons with me, thank you for making me most of what I am today. In the darkest hours of my life, you were always by my side. In the happiest times of my life, you stood with me. You shared in all of my joys and in all of my tears, you never left me alone and you never let me down. Thank you for loving my children as if they were your own. Thank you for always making them feel loved, unique and special. Thank you for remembering us each and every holiday, celebration and life event. You’ve held my hand my entire life, I really don’t know what I would have ever done or how I would have ever made it without you. Thank you for showing me what grace and elegance were. Thank you for teaching me to be compassionate. Thank you for showing me, by example, what real class is. Thank you for always answering my phone calls, even when I called you three times a day. Thank you for never forgetting me, never abandoning me and never giving up on me. I have learned in these past few days that my love for you rivals and maybe even surpasses the love I have ever had for any other human being. I will take that love and try to emulate you to the best of my ability, for the rest of my life and I will try to live up to your expectations of me. You will live on in me and in my children. I will try my best to make you always proud of me. All that I am today I owe to you. I am deeply grateful to you and I appreciate each and every thing you have done for me. I will always honor you and cherish you and I promise to look after FW to the best of my ability. I know you already know that he is always welcome to come live with me, if he wants, and I would do my very best to care and look after him, just as you have always done with me. I thank you so much for caring for me. You have been the person I most admire, the one I’ve looked up to the most and the person I hope to be even just a little bit like. You have been the best mama, mother and mom God ever created. I adore you with all of my heart. Thank you for everything but most of all, thank you for always loving me as much as I have always and will always love you.

Anna

Boston is a place I really, really love. It's one of America's oldest cities! Boston has such a beautiful and rich history and I think it is the cultural hot spot of all of New England. Boston has an old soul, kind of like I do.