Love comes in different forms.


Finish your food…
I’m  proud of you…
I’m praying for you…
Text me when you get home to make sure you are safe…
Are you saving your money?…
I’m here if you need anything…
Your happiness is my happiness…
Food is ready…
I’m thinking of you…
Don’t do anything stupid…

Love comes in many forms, and not everyone can say the “L” word but the care is there, pay attention.

Wish you all a good week.

– San


To my husband.

The woman who is writing this wants you to know how much she loves you and that all she wants in this world is to make you happy. To hand you your contact lenses case at night and give you a kiss in the morning before she walks out the house.

I want to do life with you, the good days, the bad days, the crazy ones and the everyday routine ones. Thank you for always being there for me, for supporting my dreams and reminding me of my goals. Thank you for working hard everyday for us and our future, for bringing peace to my life, for loving me like you do, for staying when you could have left and for never giving up. Thank you for everything you do in the every day basis. You are my love, my laugh, my smile… for that and many more reasons I dedicate this post to you.

I love you today and always. I want you to know that I’m sorry for all the things I’ve done against you and for hurting you in any type of way. You are my best friend, and most of the times my only friend, a human being so easy to love. I am where I am today because of you and I wouldn’t have it any other way.


– Sandra


All of it.

I want it all, and by that I mean all of it. This is one of my most sincere statements.

I want my cake and I want to eat it too.

I want all the love, all the friendship, all the happiness.

I want all the laughter, all the partnership, all the comfort.

I want it all, from the smallest details to the big ones. I want to feel it all, live it all, dance it all, taste it all, and yes…know it all.

I know this might sound like a very selfish statement and you might think who the hell does she thinks she is?!?!… [brat]… but don’t get me wrong, I don’t necessarily think that is a bad thing to have all these desires which are bigger than myself.

I want all the road trips, all the poetry, all the beer, all the virtue. See all the places, from caves to mountain tops. Photograph all the sunsets and all the mysteries of the sea. All the happy memories, gorgeous models and cutest babies.

Most importantly, I want to see the people I love be happy above their wildest dreams.

I want it all, till the last drop.



Good Bye Brush! ;D

All the good things in life mess up your hair: making love, jumping, dancing, running, laughing until your back hurts. That’s why I hope you live your life with a messy hair.


“She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.” – Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell 

XOXO Always

– San


Nothing compares to HIS love.

It’s all about Your Love… For the Bible tells me so.

Jesus. Jehovah. Messiah. King of Kings. Lord of Lords. Prince of Peace. Son of God.

All of my past, present and future sins are irrelevant in front of your Kingdom. The wickedness of my ways don’t  matter when it comes to your Glory. Every tear, every heartache, any anger, bitterness or hate lingering in the corners of my heart are so meaningless when I’m confronted by your immeasurable Love and Grace.

Jesus is it indeed all about you. I’ve heard that numerous times in songs, read it in posts and it’s been used in so many sermons, but its real to me when I’m overwhelmed by your undeserving Love.

When I measure to understand the anguish and anxiety in your last prayer for my behalf, volunteering to die on the cross, every drop of blood dripping from your body, every beating, each lash on your back,  every tear you cried out to the Father brings me to my knees laying everything to your feet my heart brakes. Where nothing else matters, not my pitiful arguments or life decisions, who has done me right or wrong, not the mistakes I have made or the smart chooses I have done. Jesus you come on Top. Always. Even though you know I would fail, even though you knew I would turn my back on you, your love still reminds.

Ultimately it’s all about you Jesus. Even this blog.



Oh, that I don’t care attitude of mine.

The rain pours, like each of my thoughts,  I can feel my heart beat matching the water drops from the sink, and just sit here blank, adding another brick to the wall I’ve built over time. I don’t cry, even if I wanted to. It’s not longer pain, or disappointment that hurts, but rather that silent anger that branches out quietly around my heart fogging my mind. Its okay tho, I really don’t mind. I stop making apologies and excuses for their actions. It is what it is. Sometimes the people you love and those that are supposed to care the most about you are the ones that make you less and less sympathetic, less respectful, less devoted, less caring. I hear the whispers telling me “just distance yourself, it’s the healthiest thing to do” which is what I do. I keep my distance, praying that anger doesn’t turn into any form of hate…but ultimately at this point I just don’t care.

Confessions of an angry butterfly


The day I chose to start publishing all my drafts…

I usually tend to write posts and keep them as drafts, waiting to make a nice post out of it, or maybe trying to fix them up for later, sometimes they are just bits and pieces that never really make it to the “Publish” button. I was going through some of them this weekend and I asked myself, how come I never post this? and truth is because I find myself lost in my thoughts, trying to put them into words that make sense. In an essay format more than less or make them sound “blog appropriate” but I fail over and over again.

I have this rush of feelings and ideas about love, friendship, art, memories, God, the present, the struggle, inner peace, happiness, lessons, etc..that come in the most inconvenient moments. Either when I’m sitting at the laundrymat waiting for my clothes, while I’m driving in the Miami traffic, when I’m staring at the moon through the wooden blinds in the middle of night or when I’m at work having a headache from hell.

Therefore I came to the conclusion that I should just spill them out.. just as they come, without trying to make them sound poetic or grammatically perfect… before they consume me…
I will just spill them out, and let them take their course. Maybe they won’t defined me as a writer or successful blogger, but they will be as proof of a woman who loves words and its power.

“Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide”
-D.W. Winnicott