From A Wanderluster To The Other Lost Souls

I run into you and I get stuck in your smile, I don't know what to say, so to myself I lie, I blush, I stutter, I'm totally scared, that my heart takes over to ask you out I dare. I want to kiss those lips that look soft, kissing you forever is all I think of, I feel again as if I was seventeen, a time when movie stories were all I'd seen. Kiss me, hold me, take my breath away, maybe ask me tonight to stay, and I know what I'm about to say is insane, but I think I like you, and I'd love to have a date.

      El tiempo ha pasado y cumplí 3 meses en Estados Unidos. Creo que simplemente no puedo dejar de estar enamorado de este país y, a pesar de su pequeñez, de esta ciudad también. Mi querida Eau Claire. Debo asumir que una de las cosas que más me gusta son los distintos programas que tiene la universidad para apoyar a la gente homosexual (y transgéneros) y cómo los motiva a salir del clóset con su programa de "safe place". Alguien en algún momento me preguntó antes de venir si acaso me daba miedo el tema de la discriminación (soy gay Y latino), pero la verdad es que jamás me había sentido más aceptado. Cierto, algunas cosas como la comida de mi madre y la caótica vida santiaguina se extrañan, pero es casi nada en comparación con lo mucho que quiero a este país. Puede ser un interesante factor el hecho que el vivir "on-campus" es prácticamente una burbuja que incluye que bares que están a la vuelta de la esquina y un río que le da un toque pintoresco al paisaje que ...

Make me wonder, make me scream, make my heart once again dream. Should I write an essay of your smile? Should I just breath your smell for a while? I just don't care if tomorrow the world ends 'Cause it's the first time it all makes sense. I know it's hard, I know it's not the day, I'm away and here I might stay, You're just broke up, it hurts still, but I have waited and I will. As here it snows, there is raining, as you breath in, I'm still sleeping, as soon as I wake up I turn my laptop on, but in the inside I know you're already gone. I just ask you for one thing, if I say something stupid, just shut me with a kiss.

Lately I've been thinking about everything that had been going on in my life. I'm exactly where I wanted to be, overseas, I have a lot more resposabilities than most of the people, as usual, but for the first time I don't give a shit about the people that had let me down back home. Here I've met amazing people like YanYing, probably the only asian girl I really like and can get to consider as my friend; Kelsey, a girl that reflect the part of me that acts like a 21 years old boy; Omar, the mexican gay guy who I can really relate -although he made out with one of many guys that turns me on- and Paulina, the chilean girl who reflects the-adict-to-sex-and-double-sense-senteces me. The funny thing about coming here is that I not only learn about the U.S. or other random countries, but I also keep learning about the people ack home. Out of all those "lovely" friends once I had back home, how many keep sending me messages or posting me on facebook? Well, out of all ...