My grandmother lived in the countryside. She lived in a little farm in Colombia, near Los Andes mountain system.
During my whole life i’ve heard the stories about her childhood and teenage years, wich were very influenced by the rising of the armed conflict in Colombia. She has told me all of these great tales about how she had to scape from military or guerrilla forces in order to survive.
Since I don’t live in Colombia I have to do a major research to be able to write this novel, I hope to be starting the first chapters soon.
For more information about Colombian Civil Conflict check this out: La Vioencia
Sep 03, 2007, 07:51PM PDT | 1 comment
When I was in highschool teachers didn’t leave grow my hair long but now, since I’m in college I can have my hair as long as I want to and no one says a thing.
I’m so freaking happy of being able to have really long hair.
May 16, 2007, 10:52PM PDT | 0 comments
Yesterday, during a rainy afternoon, my girlfriend and I were walking back to her place; we were running to avoid getting wet but it came a moment when we couldn’t help it anymore. I grabbed my girlfriend’s arm and kissed her with a lot of passion under that cold rain.
It was beautiful, just like the first time we did it, I love her soooooo much.
PS: Here’s a picture we took of our kiss under the rain.
May 08, 2007, 10:07AM PDT | 1 cheer | 2 comments