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La Literatura y Yo


La literatura y yo somos como dos amantes,
Explorando cada rincón,
Cada vértice,
Cada expresión.  

Explorando los misterios de la vida,
A través de paisajes
Pintados en mil palabras.  

La literatura y yo
Tenemos esa conexión
Que solo los dos sabemos.
Somos íntimos,
Compañeros del alma.  

Somos dos
En uno,
Que pueden formar mil,
Con tan solo escribirlo.  

Así es la literatura,
Como un ejercicio del surrealismo
O cualquier tipo de realismo,
Ya sea mágico o de otro tipo.  

Escribo siempre viajando,
Creando, inventando, enamorándome.  

¿Cómo no olvidar mis escritos?
Siempre tan allegados al alma.  

La literatura y yo
Así somos
Siempre unidos,
Por el amor a las letras.  

Así es que Yo Quiero


Era aquella mujer toda una odisea
Del piel morena y sonrisa bella
Mexicana como la virgen morena 

Con aquellos anteojos
Que resaltaban sus grandes ojos.
Siempre sonriente,
Con algo en la mente.  

Fue mi amor por ella
Algo nunca correspondido
No me importó
Igual la quería.  

No reniego de lo que nunca tuve
Nunca fue mío
Solo agradezco
El puro sentimiento.  

¿Cuánto la quería?
Aunque nunca fue mía.  

Le agradezco al cielo y la tierra
Sentir lo que siento,
Tan puro y honesto,
Tan sincero y directo. 

La quise, fue cierto
Y es que así quiero.
Sin tanta ecuación
Ni variables

Así es que yo quiero.  



Trapped… in what feels like my own desires,
I observe the world.
One night at a time.

Traveling, dancing and drinking
All in the mind.
Trapped within four walls
I remember, pieces of the past.

I am puzzled,
With the things that I did.
I was lost.

Confined in these walls
I’ve thought about my desires.
How I wanted to kiss her,
How I wanted to taste her.

A desired never fulfilled,
To experience life,
To live more than my thoughts,
To feel each day.

I, a victim of fervent passions.
Guilty of indulgence,
Guilty of my sins.
Now, I reflect upon these four walls.

What is?
What was?
What will it be?

I ponder every time,
Now in these walls
That I’ve created, from my past life.

To reach the ultimate freedom…
What does that feel like,
Once you are not deprived?

Solo Espero


Solo espero que no se pierda en mí
Las ganas de recorrer la tierra,
El deseo de viajar a lo desconocido.  


Espero que no se pierda en mí
El deseo de encontrarla,
Aunque sea por un instante
Para llenarla de flores y caricias. 


Espero que no se pierda en mí,
El deseo incansable de explorar la mente
De convertir el arte de escribir
En alquimia para el alma.  


Espero que no se pierda en mí
El deseo de ser estudiante
Para toda la vida,
Hasta en mis últimos días.  

Reflection at 24


Throughout my life, I have been through ups and downs. I have come to do things and meet people that I would have never imagined I would speak with. Today I am grateful for all the experiences life has given me. As I have enjoyed I’ve also lost and mourned for things I could have done or could have changed, because although I’ve been high up I’ve also come crashing down.

Throughout the years I’ve learned that I can’t truly trust everyone around me, that the heart is sacred and that the only people that matter in your life is very few. I learned how to value quality over quantity, and to hold those who I love really close to me and those who do not, I just wish them well.

Throughout the years I’ve also learned to focus, which has probably been one of the strongest battles with my life. Alcohol and bad decisions have turned things around but they also have taught me valuable lessons. This may be true, I am not where I want to be, and that is okay. I know I will get there, once I take things step by step. Life isn’t always a party and I sure as hell know that for a fact now.

I have seen people giving up on their dreams because of betrayal, alcohol or lust, and although I have experienced all of these things, I’ve come to realize that life does not stop despite your hardships. That your worth is enormous and despite everything that we might hear or read in the news, there is always a new hope, a new beginning, a new day.

Don’t put yourself down because of lost opportunities, look for a better way there is always a better way. My dad has taught me that there is a solution for everything except for death. So while there is still life in me, I am still willing to fight and pursue my dreams and aspirations.

Although I’ve lost one and a thousand times. I’ve come to know my own worth and that is more than enough. With these thoughts, I speak to you my so kind reader. I challenge you, to follow your dreams, to pursue those things that you might think are impossible, and to guard your heart like a treasure.

Know your worth, much love.

Coffee Shops in Houston

It is national coffee day and as most of you know. I can’t fully wake up without 2-3 cups of coffee daily! With that being said here are some of my favorite coffee shops around downtown Houston.


One of my favorite coffee shops is hands down Tout Suite. Located in 2001 Commerce St, this coffee shop is located close to the Minute Maid Park, home of the Houston Astros the area also known as the East End of Houston, which has a lot of graffiti and street art. Tout Suite is a student-friendly coffee shop, there are plenty of wall plugs for you to bring your laptop, sit down and work on your school projects. This coffee shop offers a great variety of natural home-made juices that are perfect for detox or simply for the joy of drinking juice. The bakery is outstanding and you will find yourself surrounded by delicious choices.


Blacksmith located 1018 Westheimer Rd, is a great coffee shop in the Montrose area. One of my favorite things about this place is the breakfast menu, you can’t go wrong with the Vietnamese Steak and Eggs this breakfast item is amazing! This coffee shop is also walking distance from Half Price Books so if you would like to buy a book and then come for some coffee this is the perfect place!


The Honeymoon Café is an elegant coffee shop and bar located in the heart of downtown. Its exact location is at 300 Main Street.  There are many bars near this coffee shop which makes the perfect atmosphere for the nightlife as well. It is really close to the University of Houston Downtown and The Buffalo Bayou Park where you can enjoy a walk that will take you around the beautiful city.


Boomtown coffee located on the 19th Street of the Heights area is a small coffee shop with a great atmosphere. In its surroundings, there’s a music shop where you can purchase CDs or vinyl of your favorite artists and small bookshops. Boomtown is located in one of the hippest places in Houston. If you haven’t visited the Houston Heights I recommend you do so!

EQ heights

EQ Heights located at 1030 Heights Blvd is a very welcoming coffee shop. The cool thing about this place is that from a simple glance it might look like an ordinary house, but it is a small coffee shop. It’s a great place to do people watching or just hang out with a couple of friends.

The Nook 2

The Nook Café is located at the University of Houston. This is a place where you will see a lot of students doing their homework or cramming for finals. If you get a nook card you may be able to get a free coffee on your next visit. The Nook also offers live music from local bands and has a bookshelf where you can peak at any book you might be interested in. The Nook also offers table games to enjoy an afternoon with your friends.


There are many great coffee places to visit in Houston, not only is it the 4th largest city in the US but it also has a lot of gastronomical diversity and you may experience this once you explore the city yourself. Good luck and may you find the right cup for you!

The Struggle II


In the blink of an eye,
I lost it all.
In the blink of an eye,
It was all gone.

For what is life,
Without a struggle?
What is love,
Without a heartbreak?

What are words,
Without meaning?

Through the night sky,
The wandering mind
Looses itself,
In that blink of an eye.

The sea that was once tamed,
Is now a raging storm.
The summer days
Are almost gone
And both the night and day
Seem longer each day.

Dismal days,
Clouded mind.
Larger nights,
Paths diverged.

These are the days
Where I pick myself up.

Shakespeare said,
“The valiant never taste of death but once.”

And I, despite my losses,
I have not died.
Nor will I,
With a defeated mind.

Above and beyond
This down-trodden road
That I roam.
I know,
The comfort will come.

Once I decide,
What path I am on.