there are days when i feel utterly blessed. blessed to have the friends and the life i do, alternately there are days when i want to hurl myself into oncoming traffic or poke my eye out with a spork � but the good days are so good that they pale into comparison to the bad.
i love my friends because they
draw me pictures with love and amusement.
i love my friends because they write songs about me
C arletta, C arlotta � a work in progress
Remember those days, back in July?
Remember the times we laughed �til we cried?
The whole world was ours under the bright sky
And you looked at me with those black magic eyes
We raucously sang of our distant homes
And oftentimes when I felt so alone
I only had to simply pass you on by
And look into the black magic eyes
Que tienes los ojos
Negros y mágicos
Que alegría que me traigas así
Y si tu no sientes
Contenta mi bella
and i love my friends because they�re who they are. uniquely special and priceless.