she was there, so was he.
she was lost, and he was too.
She felt a relief
"Thank God I found you"

she is by his side
even if he doesn't know
she won't change her mind
even if she needs to show

he is full of fears
she knows how much he did cry
he doesn't miss his tears
and she would never lie

he is there, and she is here
she cries before going to bed
and so does he
Without each other, all is so sad.

She wishes she was there
So he could easily understand
How much she does love and care
And that here she will always stand.

She hopes he understands
That she will never mind
To wait for his heart to mend
"No, we have all the time"

She is so in love with him
She wishes he could know
She has never this happier been
And doesnt plan to ,ever, from his side, go.

By Ana Livia

"Take time to realize, I am your side.
Didn't I tell you?"

sweet song.

xoxo
Ana Livia

Throw all your ingredients in the bowl, let it boil for 24 hours...give it a cup of coffee accompanied by a patient roomate and wait until it explodes.


That's Ana for you!

Trying to be good.

I've been trying to keep myself busy and healthy and studious, which is hard considering I have a serious case of ADD. Noo, I am joking.

Randomly I find myself reading through Nutricional Info. searching for "grasas" y "omega". :P
I also find myself opening my persona to new things too... It's like me running in the park for a minute concentrating on negative things hoping that with each step they will flow away and stopping to admire a little duck to absorb the good things.
Yep, the trips to Retiro are being quite beneficial, and I need to thank David (and most of all the Spanish doctor) for convincing me to do that.
Being so against Ipods gives me time to realllyyy think and relax when I am in the park, and to read a book in the metro. However, I have to say sometimes I miss my good old rap while walking around...

I am also reading a book - in Spanish! - called "Perdona si te llamo amor" (Excuse me if I call you love) from Federico Moccia.
The author is supposed to be famous in his country - Italy - especially with the femenine public, for writing books about this love full of passion that many believe are "hard-to-believe".
It's not a deep book or anything, and the plot is simple, super entertaining and easy to read. Sometimes I catch myself smiling in the subway while reading a paragraph and then noticing there's a weird Spaniard (as any Spaniard) staring at me and trying to check what I am reading.
I love how in the subway almost everyone carry a book - and a LOT of people hide the cover of the book so no one knows what they are reading :P
I wondered the reason for such habit until the day I saw this man, in his suit, who seemed VERY serious coming in the metro, opening his laptop case and starting to read "Harry Potter"! :P

Nothing else is new. I miss my family so much, it's ridiculous. I miss my mom's food and my sister's jokes. I miss the conversations the three of us would have randomly about the most embarassing topics... Me always being shy and saying "come on, stop it" while Carol and mom are making fun of me being so "prude". I miss Carol "mooning" me and me getting sooooooooooooooooooo angry at her...
I miss my adorable grandma, using bad words and not letting me cook (Oh now I would DIE for her food!!!!), and her carrot, chocolate, walnut, yellow, strawberry...whatever...cake. I miss her homemake bread.
I miss carving pumpkings, making coxinhas and going out with Carol and Brett and getting that feeling of a family from those two.
I miss David. Everything. Every minute of the day.

I miss it...I miss...

Life is a bunch of missings. But you know, missing something means you have something special waiting for you, or something special that happened. Missing someone means there's love, just for you, just the way you are waiting for you.
So what I am really trying to say is: I miss, but I love. I am not complaining whatsoever. I am glad I having wonderful people to miss. Spectacular places to miss and amazing moments to miss.

Well, I am heading to bed. 8/7 hours of sleep! Getting healthy, I told ya.

Love,
Ana Livia (By the way I hate when people sign with their inicials. ALC. Seriously?!?!?)

"Somewhere out there is another little freak who will love us, understand us, and kiss our three heads and make it all better." (Sex and the City)