Diana Leaney López Ruano

Public Friends of Friends Friends Friends except Acquaintances Only Me Custom Close Friends La Region See all lists... Family CoWorkers Zhuzhou Area Hunter High School Salt Lake Community College Salt Lake Community College The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints The University of Utah Creative Woodworks, Inc. Acquaintances Go Back Late nights lead to early mornings… Open basement, lights, and speakers… Virgin Margarita y piña coladas… Looking for an excuse to celebrate Y si no encontramos cumpleaños? Bachateamos without reason! Spin-Turn-Dip And that’s how we party Monday mornings back to work Waiting for Thursdays and instituto Hermano Mora strengthens the weekend Sugarhouse on Friday Gran Baile d la Region! That’s what the text said Drop-It-Low And that’s how we party Tambores rumble as we circle Suena el sonidito y quebramos Que calor que calor o e o 1 2 3 4 _ un dos tres cuatro Do me a favor, call me jerk one more time Porque me vale vale vale, me vale todo! Cross

Public Friends Friends except Acquaintances Only Me Custom Close Friends La Region See all lists... Family CoWorkers Zhuzhou Area Hunter High School Salt Lake Community College Salt Lake Community College The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints The University of Utah Creative Woodworks, Inc. Acquaintances Go Back If i woke to see you were watching over me And you did so all through the night i would stand and say Lord, thank you for this day And i would not leave your sight i would brush my teeth and comb my hair And all through the day As i went about my ways i would feel you standing there Catching your laugh from a blurred memory Listening to it from the lips of my brother i'd hear you and start to wonder As i held him close to me A light shining brilliantly as i noticed your favorite color would blow me away the sight of a sky and midday and i'd know you were an artist its simple to say i would try my best working to feel your pleas

Black tears streaming down a pale face. Mascara drips from the eyes in stinging streaks. Blurred vision behind tinted glasses.   The dark brings blood and together the brick wall shoves and groans. Run. Wipe away the tears and stop. Clear the mess, bleach the blood and drop the rag. i wish i could run away to the place where my dreams welcome reality's troubles, place them in bubbles and send them away to open bliss. i wish. this isn't a starved cry for a glance. nor the pitiful tears of romance. i'm sad, its true. but don't worry i still have you. I have the power of the prophets and the world at my fingertips. I have the laughter and tears from these past eighteen years. So read and leave. I can do it. I still believe.