"Dancing with him"

Here it is a text I just wrote at my English Composition class today. It is the first time I try a personification, so I know there are better ways to do it. However, since I was very content with the outcome, here it is.

"Dancing with him"

He started speaking to me as if he wanted me to know that he was pouring his emotions all to me. The moment he struck the first note of that old song, I felt he was whispering to my ear.

All of a sudden, the auditorioum seemed empty as if it was only him and I. Then I closed my eyes and started dancing with him. He was right there, beside me, his right arm around my waist and his left arm holding my arm.

His voice is deep, but sensual. Every time he tells me something, every time we dance together, or just every time he sings to me, I feel as if he is seducing me with his sweet deep voice.

Then I open my eyes again, to the sound of a crowd congratulating me after playing my cello. That is when I realize that the sound of this beautiful instrument makes me travel and think is a handsome young man by my side.

And it all continues...

This year (2013) started with a white Canadian winter, full of hopes, dreams, expectations and plans. Although I was away from my loved ones, I felt their love and care all the way there. The year passed and many things happened: apparent failures and also triumphs, lots of love and heartbreaks, but most of all many changes.

I had to leave Canada and return to Mexico. I applied for different scholarships and had some job interviews, but things were not working out (or so I thought). After a long search –and feeling a bit frustrated already— I came across an M.A. program in Guadalajara that was just what I had been looking for. It was there all the time and I hadn’t seen it. By August I was ready to start a Master’s that had been a dream to me until that moment: Translation and Interpretation.

The second half of the year was very difficult. Although I was very content with my academic life, it is not only about studying and working, and things were getting tougher on some other areas of my life. I was on the top of my rollercoaster, but little I knew what was next: what the end of the year had to offer. Then it happened, almost as a free fall and it was hard! But as I’ve always known, we won’t go through all our free falls alone: I knew my family was going to be there to catch me and God to support me.

I may have more free falls this year and the following years (that’s what life is all about), but I know that it is all part of my character building and though it is difficult, there’s always something to learn. So facing another hill in the rollercoaster of my life, I am ready to climb!

Sobre libros y más libros

Para leer muchos libros comprar pocos. (Juan Ramón Jiménez)

"...Mi aire se acaba como agua en el desierto,

mi vida se acorta pues no te llevo dentro. 

Mi esperanza de vivir eres tú, y no estoy allí..."

Te espero, Mario Benedetti

It's October, at UAG

It's already October and that means I am half way through my first semester of the M.A. in Translation and Interpretation. (And that also means I'm one more class to finish my M.A in Terminology!). 

Here are some pictures of the Universidad Autónoma de Guadalajara (Mexico), where I study.

Library

Humanidades

First day of class, with Prof. Finks