Who am I?

Photo Credit: André Brooks

Elevated, stimulated,

Versed in poetry
And scripture
Philosophy and nature.

Inspired by one and a thousand verses,
Hundreds of stories.

Thoughts and emotions
Destined for greatness.

Poetic visions proclaiming,
King to my thoughts,
Guardian to my own heart.

Visions on visions piled up
And I know I am destined for greatness.

My thoughts flow,
Every night and day is a blessing.

I was always observant,
What is life without God?
What if I die?

So far yet so close.
I chose this life,
To live my best.

That’s all I want.

Well versed,
And influenced.
At some point, my mind was distorted.
Distant thoughts that never were.

I’ve walked through faith,
To see the bigger picture.

Clouded sight and mind,
Had me at a struggle.
I’ve carried my sins and confessed them.

What is greatness?
Is it to live and die
Or die to live?

Tell me, what do you envision?
Nothing but greatness.

What is love without pain?
What is faith without tribulation?
What am I with no God?

To Travel


Breathtaking skies,
Where I see the stars.
How far can I go?

Amongst a treacherous path
I’ve walked
One and a thousand times I’ve been lost.

Until I found myself,
Among the stars
And the stories told,
Across the bonfires.

With ardent passion,
I’ve loved
I’ve lust
And I’ve fallen off.

Among this earth,
I roam,
In different paths,
In different strides.
I seize my time
On this earth.

I’ve contemplated Keats,
Neruda and Thoreau.
It is time to write my own.

To see the world,
To examine life,
To live beyond the lines.

Oh, travel, oh travel!
You have taught me well.

La Isla

La Isla

¿Cómo no puedo esperar con ansias el regreso de tus labios?
¿Cómo podría no embriagarme en tu perfume?
¿Cómo?! ¡Decime! ¿Cómo?

¿Cómo no pensar en las noches?
Cortas por tu presencia.
¿Cómo no querría yo morder esos labios?
¿Cómo si fuesen míos?

¿Cómo no podría desear yo
Perderme tanto entre tu piel,
Entre tus brazos y tus piernas?

¿Qué no daría yo por conocer el misterio de tus ojos?
Para morderlo en tus labios.
¿Qué no daría yo por entregarme a tu cuerpo?
Hasta que el cielo escampe
Y solo pueda ver tu rostro.

Es una lástima,
No poder tenerte en mis brazos todavía.
Para reconocer cada rincón
De la isla de tu cuerpo.

Thoughts and reflections from Arkansas

I had been waiting for this weekend for months. I remember a couple of months ago when my friend and one of my mentor’s Ray, texted me asking me to go on a hiking trip. I love hiking but was unsure of the costs and time for this trip, until I finally decided to head on an adventure.

The day I had been waiting for had approached and I hadn’t even packed but was still excited about the whole ordeal. I had no jacket nor boots but was able to get a cheap one from Ross and some family friends were able to lend me the boots for my trip. I was set!

As the meeting time was approaching Ray asked me to help him get the van from the airport. I hurried and finished packing all of my luggage and headed straight to Ray’s in-law’s house. After a couple of minutes, we headed to the airport to pick up the creeper looking van. They just needed to sell the glasses and the mustache for $5.99 and it would have been a perfect match! We parked my car at the airport and headed to UH to pick rest of the group.

As we approached the city, I took a picture of the whole downtown skyline and said goodbye. Even though I’ve lived most of my life in Spring, every time I go to the city, I feel this sense of home. As I watched the skyline from 59 my mind started thinking about traveling and experiencing new locations… I was excited.


When we got to UH. Everyone was waiting for us with the same excitement. Some of us had eaten, others like Ray and I were starving. So when we finally gathered every single one of us in the van, we decided to stop by Whataburger and enjoy one last Texas meal before we headed to Razorback country.


After the perfect Texas meal, we headed to Arkansas in what would be a long six-hour ride. Our destination was set on a cabin in Mount Ida. As the hours passed and everyone started to sleep, I looked out the window to observe the different signs and lights on the road. I’ve never been able to sleep in the car, I always want to absorb my surroundings and be in the moment. Every time I am on the road and admire the houses and ask myself what do they do? How did they get there? What are they doing? It is always intriguing to see a lonely house on the road and ask myself these questions. As I look at the stars and travel I always wonder how much can I see and how far can I go? I feel as if I was made to travel and explore. My mind awakens.

We made it to the cabin around 4:00 a.m. Amid the pitch black night in the forest, we found the cabin up on a hill. It was silent and obscure which made it seem a little bit creepy.


As we entered the wooden cabin, we realized it had a welcoming and cozy environment. It was small but spacious and although we didn’t have as many beds as we wanted we made it work. We divided and conquered and we slept as soon as we could because there was a long day ahead of us.

I woke up at eight. As instructed, but nobody else wanted to get up. So to get everyone on the same page, I quietly decided to brew some coffee and sure enough, the aroma would wake everyone up.  I served myself a cup and sat outside on the balcony looking at the woods. I was grateful I could contemplate the immensity of that moment. I could feel the cold penetrating my body as I smelled the earthy scent of the woods and the coffee.


After everyone woke up, we headed to a famous Mexican restaurant around the area. The restaurant wasn’t as great as the reviews made it be but their staff was very friendly and the food was dirt cheap. I had some chilaquiles which were served in a weird way but were okay. The chilaquiles had sour cream and a chipotle sauce, I was expecting some green or red option but it was okay.


After we finished eating. We headed to Caddo Bend Trail which was a 30-minute drive from the restaurant. We were all excited and ready to take on the challenge that was to come. We knew it was a 4-mile hike and we were anxious to see the trail. Riding a big ass van through a narrow road with hills and curves was definitely a memorable experience.


But was was most memorable, was definitely the scenery we encountered. The sun was shining and there was not that much wind. The trailed welcomed us with favorable weather and a beautiful lake that was breathtaking.



The lake was my favorite place. It was truly breathtaking. I thought for a minute how grateful I was to be there, experiencing the lake at that exact same moment. The water was crystal clear and it was blue, unlike the man-made lakes I have seen around populated places. In that exact same moment I wish I could be a rock expert to talk about the beautiful rocks we saw, but the truth is I don’t know much about rocks and I am okay with it.  I just thanked God for being able to take in all of the scenery, I also wish I had a boat to row around Lake Ouachita and observe the bald eagle. But since we weren’t rock experts nor had a boat, we decided to do something that we certainly knew how to do… which was take pictures.





Picture Credit: Matt Barrett


There were a thousand pictures taken of the scenery, but it cannot do enough justice to explain the beauty of it all. On the road, I wanted to get inspired by reading Keats and there was a piece of a poem that I felt had talked to me. The piece reads:

Stop and consider! life is but a day;
A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way
From a tree’s summit; a poor Indian’s sleep
While his boat hastens to the monstrous steep
Of Montmorenci. Why so sad moan?
Life is the rose’s hope while yet unblown;
The reading ever-changing tale;
The light uplifting of a maiden’s veil;
A pigeon tumbling in clear summer air;
A laughing school-boy, without grief or care,
Riding the springy branches of an elm.” 

After the hike, we headed to the little city of Hot Springs, where we ate some burgers and sandwiches at a local place and then headed back to the cabin to do a bonfire. We stopped at Wal-mart first to buy all the supplies we needed and then started the fire. As the fire started slowly. I thought about how some philosophers viewed fire as their essence. Unpredictable, beautiful yet so destructive. The fire that burns within ourselves is something that we must keep alive. I thought about this as I blew some air with a piece of cardboard to the fire. Watching the fire become alive and catch flames made me reflect upon myself, and how I wish that the fire inside may always keep on burning. That the little spark of curiosity may never leave and stay. That it feeds off those stories surrounding it and that it stays present in my soul.


In the words of Socrates “The unexamined life, is not worth living”. If there is something this trip has taught me is that I learn more and more each time I travel and that it is never enough. I am always looking to learn and experience more, just like the fire but unlike it. I know not to be consumed by my desires but instead spark it, in time of need.


Ticking time that never stops,

Time, a linear concept,

Precious time, valuable time, wasted time.

They say it heals,

They say it’s just a concept.

When did it all start?

Is it related to the divine trilogy?

Always thought it was,

The clock marks the time

In intervals of three.


Does it really exist?

When is it the time to start,

And the time to end?

Don’t wait too long,

Before it is too late.

Be Creative

In every step,

In every direction,

Be creative.

When there’s nothing,

When everything is dismal,

You must create.

Be creative,

Even in your wake,

It can make the best cup of joe

You’ve ever had.

And when in doubt

And in struggle,

You must see what is not.

In a world full of words,

A thousand pictures

And a millions films

You must be.

Be creative.

Duele Quererte


Duele quererte,
Y no tenerte.

Duele quererte,
Con este corazón
Que siente.

Duele quererte tanto
Hasta elevarme a lo alto,
Solo para que me dure un rato.

Me duele quererte,
Porque me encanta verte
Y me pierdo en tu voz y tus ojos
Tan inertes.

Quererte es excelente,
Porque me haces sentir
Todo eso que no puedo describir.
Solo tratar de escribir.

Te quiero
Sí, es cierto,
Te quiero sin mayor explicación,
Ni tanta vanagloria.

Te quiero así
Aunque estés callada,
Porque ya conozco tu silencio
Y esa risa en las mañanas.

Sí, así es
Te quiero tanto
Que me duele aceptarlo
Pero me encanta reconocerlo.