PINKONEDIARIES

Patricia Gonzalez. Puerto Rican, rebel, poet, mother, random, lover, friend, dancer, taster, blog-based reporter, heavy stresser and in love with WORDS...

Summa Cum Laude Player

Once upon a time, a cup of tea came by, but it seemed too old to taste real. Confusion sat in and a new chapter opened.

To be continued?

Hoy quiero mecerme en la luna.. de dia.

Vivir y olvidar la noche interna. La que intenta disfrazar de luto mis esperanzas.

Hoy no me dejo. Hoy vuelo.

—PG

Chichaitos

Otro fragmento de ese sábado en las nubes… Qué delicia!

Pic por mi friend, Sheills - Instagram

Memories of a bubbly Saturday afternoon and beautiful friends. Love life.
Pic por mi friend, Sheills - Instagram

Memories of a bubbly Saturday afternoon and beautiful friends. Love life.

Pic por mi friend, Sheills - Instagram

..Identification, gives you the right to shoot. Retaliation, what would it do? Education, gives you the right to choose. Inspiration, is what pulls you through.. Non-inclusion, you’ve got to bust through. Drug infusion, for the chosen few. Mass confusion, when they say that they died for you. Solution, it can take a hold of you.. Conclusion: Inspiration, is what pulls you through..

—Citizen Cope

Azul

Hang One, Burbank, 1975
(Love it)
By Hugh Holland

Hang One, Burbank, 1975

(Love it)

By Hugh Holland

Another Earth-Related Comment!

I, too, would love to go to the beach.. This is Alabama Beach affected by the gulf spill.. not too long ago (as you may remember?).

Happy Earth Day!!.. which, as many other ‘celebrations’, should be honored every day… What did you do today? What do you do every day?

#Healtheworld.

There’s like flashes of Arsenio Hall in this video.

—PG

Neuro-Art-Fragments

It is maybe too early to post more Alex Prager pictures, however he’s just come up with a  new collection named ‘Compulsion’ and, of course, I had to share my two favorite picks (both archival pigment prints).

Quick! What’s the first word that comes to mind when appreciating these?

11:45 p.m. Griffith Park and Eye #4 (Roadtrip victim) (dyptrich)

Think.

10:58 a.m. Bunker Hill and Eye #7 (Suicide)

Choice.

Pics from www.mbart.com

When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.

John Lennon

Me utilizas. No es secreto. Tu amor me deprecia. Me maltrata.. Y el color de tus ojos cuando me tienes.. me reta.

Hiero.

Quiero mas.

—PG