We never know when the bus is coming.

Death, a topic many people avoid, including me. We are wired to know, we are all going to die one day – yes of course, but when death is real, when it is someone you know, a relative or friend then that’s a different scenario.

A few months ago I went to a funeral for one of my closest friend’s father, and I must say, I only lasted 30 minutes in there. I have been to funerals before, but this one really got to me. The thought of a soulless body, a body that used to speak and joke with me, the pain and hurt of my friend, and over all, the fact that we are going to die. Not really knowing when or how but we will…

Death has a way of showing you, where your life is at, what is supposed to be important, how are you truly living and why, but most important where are you going to spend eternity. This life is truly temporary, one day I might be surrounded by grandchildren or not, I might have a successful photography business or not, I might be able to write a book or not, I might have a huge party celebrating my 50th birthday or not, I would have travel a lot or not, have kids and see them grow up or not..who knows? Bottom line is the everyday that counts; it is really today that counts.

Enjoy the things you still can control. Always say yes when asked to see your friends, drink your coffee in the mornings, recognize that positive changes rarely happen overnight, accept the mess-ups but try not to let them happen again. There is a song to remedy every situation on the planet, appreciate the people in your life, look for the good, try new things, laugh often, try to be kind, cry when you need to cry and let it all out, accept who you are and take breathers from time to time. 

I love and relate to this writing from Rachel C. Lewis, enjoy :)

XOXO – San

“I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether it’s your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.”

-Rachel C. Lewis, Tell The People You Love That You Love Them


Liebster Blog Award!

What a great surprise to receive this nomination. Thank you Nina from Wordsthatflowlikewater  for thinking of me!. This award is to recognize fellow bloggers and help others discover new blogs.

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So, there are rules:

1)  Link back to the blogger who nominated you.

2)  Answer 11 questions asked by the blogger who nominated you.

3)  Nominate 9 new bloggers and come up with 11 new questions for them to answer.

4)  Notify your nominees by visiting their blog and commenting.

The questions Wordsthatflowlikewater gave me are:

1)  What is your favorite book of all time?

Eat, Pray, Love

2) Who is the person who inspires you the most?

My dad.

3) What was your secret dream as a child?

I wanted to be  Kimberly from the Power Rangers. (The Pink one of course LOL) and hook up with Tommy.

4) Continuing from Q3, are you still chasing the dream?  Or have you given up?

I don’t understand the question…what is Q3? specifically?

5)  Who is the one person you ever want to meet in this world?

I would like to meet my future self right now…maybe the 70 or 80 years old me, if I am still alive by then of course.

6) If you could be someone else, who would you be?

Queen Elizabeth II.

I admire her, her life story and the influential person she is today.

7) Favorite quote?

“Vas pal’ el cielo y vas llorando” meaning “You are going to heaven and you are crying on the way”. It’s a funny way of saying  “appreciate what you have”

8) Favorite season and why?

Spring. I love love loooove seeing the flowers when they are blooming, the nice warm breeze at night, bright sunny days without the humidity and being able to wear spring dresses everyday :)

9) Do you have a place you like to use as like a ‘secret garden’?

Yes, a park with a bench looking over a lake.

10) Where do you want to fly the most?

France and Italy.

11)  What is your favorite imagined place – can be from a fiction, movie, mind space and so on..?

This place actually exist. It’s located in Krabi, Thailand (I wish I could live there). Google it and let it take your breath away. ;)

And My lovely Nominees!






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My Questions For You:

1. What one movie do you never get sick of?

2 . What inspired you to make a blog?

3. If you could listen to only five albums for the rest of your life, which ones would you choose?

4. If you had the opportunity to spend a week anywhere in the world, where would you go?

5. What’s the best thing you’ve ever eaten?

6. What are your favorite hashtags?

7. What is your happiest memory?

8. What’s your favorite quote?

9. What do you love?

10. Is there anything you’re really passionate about?

11. Do you collect anything?

Thank you again for this nomination, and I hope many others get to visit these great blogs

XOXO – San


I wish I was a mermaid

After spending last Sunday looking at this view, I truly wish I was. I guess I enjoy the idea of swimming deeper and deeper into the ocean, then again seeing the clear waters. I enjoy silence, peace, being part of something big, and the sense of freedom. I would be fascinated by the world underneath us, the colorful fishes and creatures that you only see in aquariums or National Geographic…( I really need to go scuba diving LOL) …anyway back to reality, the ocean always finds a way to bring me peace and teach me something .

This gorgeous picture perfect view and the sound of the waves reminded me that there’s still places to visit, poems to write and people to meet. There’s still photos to take, languages to speak and lessons to learn. I still have muscles to tone, jokes to tell, and goals to accomplish. To stop drowning in puddles but learn to swim in the ocean.  And finally that my heart is big enough to keep loving, to dream, to forgive, to share my light…

…can’t wait to start swimming… :)

XOXO – San

 The mind is a powerful force. It can enslave us or empower us. It can plunge us into the depths of misery or takes us to the heights of ecstasy. Learn to use the power wisely. -David Cuschieri



Hope you remain humble when you make it far, hope you become a helping hand. Hope you appreciate your bed and the roof over your head. Hope you always send a prayer at the end of the day.

Hope when the years come, they bring more wisdom than aches, so you can put to practice all the lessons you’ve learned.

Hope you learn to see ahead of today, and the future you imagine becomes your strength. Hope you prosper and become the blessing of the one whom you lay your head with.

I hope when the sun goes down and the starts light up, You’ll say…

” I, I did it all, I owned every second that this world could give, I saw so many places and the things that I did, with every broken bone I swear I lived.

Hope when you take that jump you don’t fear the fall, hope when the water rises you build a wall. Hope when the crowd screams out, they’re screaming your name. Hope if everybody runs, you choose to stay.

Hope that you fall in love and it hurts so bad, is only way you can know you give it all you have. And I hope that you don’t suffer but take the pain, hope when the moment comes You’ll say…

I, I did it all, I owned every second that this world could give, I saw so many places an the things that I did, with every broken bone I swear I lived.

Hope that you spend your days but they all add up, and when that sun goes down hope you raise your cup” – OneRepublic

I hope you live.

XOXO – San



I write with tears in my eyes, tightness in my chest and fire in my fingers. I speak to you who are reading this, to help me pray and support my beautiful country Venezuela during these difficult times.

Students are fighting for their rights to speak up against the government system and express their freedom of speech. Why are they assaulted, harmed and killed by the authorities that are supposed to protect them? Why parents, single mothers and elders are made to wait in long lines to find the most essential things to live like toothpaste, paper toilet, soap, milk, rice and medicine to say the least? The TV channels are censured to only show what the president has to say? Why does the social media completely shut down when exposing reality? Why do the people have to live in constant fear? Why can’t my generation and the next one have a chance to prosper, grow and evolve? The country is fed up, Venezuelans around the globe are fed up!!!

I am using this blog to plead  for justice, to spread the word, to be a small candle in the huge darkness, to be a voice in the United States and the rest of the world. I am pleading in the name of my father, my sisters, my baby nieces and nephews, aunts and cousins who are still living over there.

Please share this video, reblog if you like, show support through your own social media and become informed.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and tag along, in the name of my family, the people I love, and the place I grew up. Thank you.




#SOSVenezuela  #PrayForVenezuela  #IamyourvoiceVenezuela   #Venezuelanoestasola

#Elquesecansapierde   #VenezolanosenMiami   #VenezuelaLibre   #CNNE


My thoughts on Love and Valentines Day.

More than flowers, chocolates, jewelry, gifts, dinner and a card, I’ve finally come to understand what this day is about.. Valentine’s Day is day about NOTHING…It’s just another day in the calendar, where we are expected to show affection and attention. Valentine’s day doesn’t make a person love you any more or any less.

Now, when talking about Love, well that’s different story.

Love happens every day. When you think about that person’s well-being, when you pray for them, when they are part of your day in a song that you hear, a joke you remember or a line you steal from them.  Love happens when you want the best for them, when their happiness is your happiness.

I say celebrate the person that loves you and gives you their energy, their time, their piece of mind and their heart. The person that invests in you even when you have nothing to offer back, that believes in you when nobody else does, that is willing to forgive any aches you might cause them and tries to understand your situation rather than hurt you back. Celebrate the person that can overlook your flaws and see the good in you. That person that is with you not only when it is convenient and fun,  but also when you are sick, in trouble or during uncomfortable situations. Celebrate the person that still thinks you are amazing.

Whether you are single, in a relationship, married or “in a complicated” status, always remember you are loved. Loved by the person that makes you smile, that randomly calls or text just to say hello, loved by the person who gives you a plate of food, or the most exotic gifts. Loved by your child or a sibling, a friend or a family member. You are loved by your creator.

Valentines Day is just another day, Love day is never ending.



Who are you?

Who are you when you wake up the morning? Who are you when you write? Do you write as the person you wish to be at that moment, or you use writing as a way to truly express the person you are? What kind of magic do words have that makes you tell the truth and only the truth, maybe something you wouldn’t admit out loud? How is it that words become so sacred?

Who are you?

I would like to call myself a writer, but honestly I am just a person who is only able to strip my mind and heart naked thorough words and figurative speaking.

I am the girl that would live for that person that would read her words and feel a lightness on their shoulders. The girl who works at a job she hates so she can do the things she loves. I am the girl who makes it hard to love her. The girl that wants to run away to find wild places that still exist in the world to later feel homesick of a place she can’t even call home.  I am the girl who randomly likes to look up and gaze at the starts, who twitches when she is nervous and smiles when runs out of words. I am the girl that would expect you to find her through her writing, that would get drunk on cheap wine and taste coffee like it is heaven on earth. I am a girl that knows metaphor, Spanish riddles with a moral lesson. The girl that loves writing, but when the emotions are too real and strong is completely speechless. I am the girl who’s always looking for her star player, avoiding the dusty areas in her soul. The girl with her head on the clouds and the feet on the ground. I am the girl who still creating herself.

Who are you?

“The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself. You must see the writing as emerging like a long scroll of ink from the index finger of your right hand; you must see your left hand erasing it” – Margaret Atwood


Another year, another dollar.

Hello There!

It’s Christmas Eve, and there’s only a few days in December.  This is the time of year where you plan for 2014, get together with family, make resolution lists,  shop until you drop etc, it’s also that time of the year to reflect, recollect your thoughts and think about 2013. Time shows that everything happens for a reason. No matter the pain, stress, drama and struggle, reality are the lessons we take with us.

Today I want to wish you all those things that can’t be bought. I wish you humbleness, because it opens doors to success and appreciation, and it makes you a better person. I wish you happiness in creating and sustaining strong bonds with the people around you. I wish you laughter, simply because we just need it to make the days brighter. I wish you peace in this very noisy world, passion to follow your dreams, believe in the things you wish to accomplish and inspirational courage to act upon them.

The greatest gift was already given to me, my Lord and savior who was born and in a manger. The King of Kings who is the best example of humility.

I wish you today a Merry Christmas and a great 2014!

XOXO – San


To Every Artist out there…

To the writer, musician, producer, painter, photographer, sculptor, singer, dancer, graphic designer, poet and the ones I fail to mention. To you, the reader, let me share some words of encouragement I gathered from the internet. Short and simple, don’t give up, escape and find yourself in your art, master your craft and be happy ;)

How to Feel Miserable as an Artist:

(Or, what not to do, underline any that currently apply)
  1. Constantly compare yourself to other artists.
  2. Talk to your family about what you do and expect them to cheer you on.
  3. Base the success of your entire career on one project.
  4. Stick with what you know.
  5. Undervalue your expertise.
  6. Let money dictate what you do.
  7. Bow to societal pressures.
  8. Only do work that your family would love.
  9. Do whatever the client/customer/gallery owner/patron/investor asks.
  10. Set unachievable/overwhelming goals. To be accomplished by tomorrow.

-          Paul Arden



XOXO – San


Thank YOU #1000+

This post is dedicated to You, who is reading this, who is making this possible, who adds up to my 1000+ followers. I am extremely happy to know that there are people that take the time to follow this blog and read along. I started this blog a year and a half ago, as a check from my bucket list, not really knowing if it would have any followers or success for that matter. Then the months passed by, and I became more in love with writing than I expected, I began to understand my thoughts and feelings by writing them,  I was able to question things and find the answers within myself, it helped me come out of my shell, to share my ideas and photographs. I began to write to You, not knowing who you are, or what you are like, wanting to inspire you or motivate you in anyway I could.  Writing has really become my best friend, (and cheaper than therapy! LOL)  and this blog has become my voice, my window, the mirror between the person I am today and who I want to become. Thank You, from follower #1, to #106, to #208, to #358,  to #596, to #874, to #1000+. Thank you, for every like, every comment, every nomination, thank you! To those that have encourage me to keep writing, that believed in this blog, have helped me edit, and over all support inherwordsavenue.com

XOXO – San