Love is?

I have been reading a lot of Pablo Neruda's poetry lately.
And I gotta say... If love could be quantified into just poetry, it would be this man's genius.

Wiki this man.

Enjoy one poem below.
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THE QUEEN
by Pablo Neruda

I have named you queen.
There are taller than you, taller.
There are purer than you, purer.
There are lovelier than you, lovelier.
But you are the queen.

When you go through the streets
No one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
At the carpet of red gold
That you tread as you pass,
The nonexistent carpet.

And when you appear
All the rivers sound
In my body, bells
Shake the sky,
And a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,
Only you and I, my love,
Listen to me.

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Yo te he nombrado reina.
Hay más altas que tú, más altas.
Hay más puras que tú, más puras.
Hay más bellas que tú, hay más bellas.
Pero tú eres la reina.

Cuando vas por las calles
nadie te reconoce.
Nadie ve tu corona de cristal, nadie mira
la alfombra de oro rojo
que pisas donde pasas,
la alfombra que no existe.

Y cuando asomas
suenan todos los ríos
en mi cuerpo, sacuden
el cielo las campanas,
y un himno llena el mundo.

Sólo tú y yo,
sólo tú y yo, amor mío,
lo escuchamos.

Do you speak my language?

Having a daily chat with my good friend, JS, I think we found a way of describing what we want from men.

MEN.
Are you reading this?
We want you to speak our language.

Lesson:
Each woman has her own specific language.
(JS has her own. I have mine. We each do.)
It's not just her native tongue.
(English, Spanish, etc.)
I'm talking about... you gotta translate my specific form of crazy.
And make it fluent.
You gotta take all that PMS and morning talk and whatever it is that I like versus what I hate and make ALL OF THAT SH*T into a freakin' symphony.

Become my male Annie Sullivan. I personally think that everything I say makes total and utter sense.
This is obviously not the case.
Otherwise, I would be G-D or the President or what have you.
I realize that I am not any of those things.

BUT... I deserve you to at least try to understand what I want versus what I need.

AND PUH-LEASE.......
Don't tell me that because you're a dude that you don't speak my language and that you never will.

DUDE! If I like you... I can tell you NOW that I try my best to understand you.
To put myself in your shoes.
To listen to your gripes and B.S.
And try to give you the honest, nice, loyal answer in my lexicon, boo-boo.

But I highly doubt that you do the same for me.

I've had 2 triflin' MEN in the past 2 months think that they understand me.
And believe me... I'm being modest. I'm HOT shit, but my vag ain't made of gold. Ya dig?

But the problem is... I understand these men's languages.
I figured them out, and frankly, both of them kept translating to:

P-E-N-I-S-I-N-P-U-S-S-Y-T-O-D-A-Y-?-!-?

I am sick of those smoke signals. They only lead to more fire, and other problems.

For the man out there that does want to get to know me...
GROW SOME BALLS. And BECOME A GENTLEMAN.
Trust me, that's the 1st page in the Fluency book, free of charge.

~Feisty Actress

GRANDMA vs. YOUR EGO

THE FIGHT IS ON.
ding. ding. ding.

In this corner:
the champion, THE GRANDMA.

• doesn't support your career choice.
  
• thought that you were a lesbian... and probably still thinks it... because you don't have a boyfriend or husband.
  
• has friends that call you a HEATHEN, because you don't go to church.
• uses your other family members to guilt trip you into calling her.
• after you've called her, she just wants to tell you that she's lonely... despite there being 5 or more people over her house keeping her company.
  

In this corner:
the challenger, YOU & YOUR EGO.

• confidently devoted to your career and life choices.
  
• loving, caring individual, who calls their parents & siblings whenever they can.
  
• goes to visit your grandmother, which is almost every other week, only to be ignored once you get there.
  
• doesn't like to be called names or pushed into awkward situations by nosy old ladies.
  
• supportive human to most of the family decisions and personal cheerleader of the general well being of the family as a whole.
  

Granted. No person is a saint.
I certainly am not one.
I cuss. I love violence (in films). I lie (sometimes). I have cheated (on a test).

And believe me, I love my grandmas.
(I still have both of them. Mother's side and Father's side.)

But sometimes... and you all know those times...

all you wanna do is SHAKE A GRANNY!

I get it. They're old. They're obstinate.
But they're not the only ones with feelings.
Respect your elders, and all that mess.
But OUFFF! Old people can be wrong too.

Does your grandma or grandpa drive you nuts?

NO HELP???

singin' to myself... singin' to myself...
T.I. song...
singin' to myself...

Hello, attractive Black gentleman!!!

How are you doing? Yeah... it is cold.

Yes, as you can see, I am lugging a lot of stuff from TARGET to my apartment.
No, you may NOT have my phone number. But thanks for asking....

Huh?? Why are you cussin' at me now??

OH HELL NO!
NEGRO!!!!
WHY ARE YOU NOT ASKING TO HELP ME OUT??????

I would be more inclined to give you my phone number if you were to hold a bag or 2 or 3 or 4. Can't you see that I'm in need of assistance??

I looked fine enough for you before I said NO! to your phone number question. Maybe if you did something that deserved compensation, I'd give you something.

Every dog gets a treat for a trick.

UGH!

The First Lady!!!

Helen Hayes!!!!!

Wiki this wench.

Did you read it? Did you?
Yes, she was given the title:
"The First Lady of the American Theatre"
And you wonder why?
I also wonder the same... but I can along attest to what I've researched on her.
This b*tch is interesting!!!!

She started working at age 5.
She stopped acting at age 85.

Can you believe that???
SHE WORKED FOR 80 YEARS!!!!!!!!
I can only hope to be that lucky. But I started acting at a late age. Humph!

"A Farewell to Arms" film.
I am in awe of this movie. I love it. It's one of my favourite old movies.
Helen acted the role of CATHERINE BARKLEY.
Haven't seen it? RENT IT!!!
She's dazzling.

She played the GRAND DUCHESS in one of my other favourite old movies, ANASTASIA.
Ingrid Berman, Yul Brenner, and Helen Hayes.

WATCH THIS SCENE.
Anastasia scene.
If you don't start crying from joy and longing at the end of this scene, you have no heart.

Can it get any better???
YES!!!

This wench won a TONY, an OSCAR, an EMMY and a GRAMMY!!!!
Can you believe that?????
4 AWARDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Can you name any actors now who can say that they've done that?
MERYL probably could. I <3 you, Meryl.
J.Lo wishes... I'd keep wishing if I were her...

Again... I ask you... Can it get any better?
HELL YES!!!

This lady has her own damn theatre in NYC!!!
"...in 1955... the former Fulton Theatre on 46th Street in New York City's Broadway theater district was renamed the Helen Hayes Theatre. When that venue was torn down in 1982 (along with five other neighboring theaters), the operators of the Little Theatre, another standing theater two blocks away on 44th Street, renamed that house in her name, which it has retained ever since." *wiki note.

I just love this quote of hers:
"If you rest, you rust."
She was 60 when she said it.
I agree, Helen.
I agree!

Why. Don't. You. Do. Your. Job???

YO! 3rd construction dude.
You need to let go of my hand.
Our handshake is done. It was nice to meet you, but NOT that nice.
No really... I have a knife in my other hand.
Thanks.

YO! 3rd construction dude.
You need to stop commenting on the pictures that I have in my apartment of my friends and family. You should be looking at my floors. They're the ones that need your attention, aka it's your job to look at them.

YO! 3rd construction dude.
You need to not be talking to me as I do work in my living room.
Aren't you supposed to be doing something?
You construct. I stay out of your way. That's the deal. Got it? Good.

YO! 3rd construction dude.
Yes, I've seen that you have a Gold tooth on your left lateral incisor.
Do I want to see it again? NO!
STOP SMILING AT ME!!!!!!!!!!
I'm not being nice to you. I'm being civil. There's a difference.

YO! 3rd construction dude.
Your other 2 compatriots leave me the hell alone.
Why? Because they know better.
Why don't you?

YO! 3rd construction dude.
NO! I will not give you my phone number.
Yes, I can see that you're holding one of my business cards in your hand.
Give it back and don't touch my stuff again. You were probably gonna steal one anyway and leave me dirty voicemails, but since you asked.. again, my answer is still NO.
Why don't I want to give it to you?
Must I stab you further with my glares?
I wish that medieval devices of torture would spurt from eyes whenever you speak.

YO! 3rd construction dude.
Don't come up to me after you've seen my guest room and ask me if I have a kid.
NO! You nosy bastard. I don't.
But if I did... I wouldn't let him/her near you.

YO! 3rd construction dude.
I really don't want you to come back with your boss to finish the last bit of work.
Your ship has sailed and I never want it to come back.

I AM THE VICTORIAN AGE, B*TCH!

I cannot get enough of this woman.

Who? Who is this FEISTY B*TCH!!!????
EMILY BLUNT.
Seriously... wiki this wench.

This woman has a lot of things that I want.

Though... believe me, it's not John Krasinski.
(He's really dopey looking. But she seems to like him.)

She was the only person who made this movie worth watching.
And believe me, that's saying a lot, because this movie made me FALL ASLEEP 4 times, and it's not even that long.

Sir Anthony couldn't save this movie with his British accent even if he had tried. Which... I don't think he did. Try that is.

But you should see the movie for her mini little appearance. She has a way of being strong in a period piece that is quite extraordinary. She's not a victim, and yet she was enticing prey to a totally miscast BENICIO DEL TORO. Who I love...
But not in that film.

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Must I tell you how much I am in love with the UK Royal families and their lives?

Must I remind you how much I love the people who play their matriarchs?


My friend, J9 and I, watched the movie, THE YOUNG VICTORIA, for the first time about a month ago, and all we did was stop and start the movie so we could wiki this shit.

Though THIS WENCH is definitely prettier than the actual QUEEN, she holds her own, and makes the movie a delight to watch.

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Please Please Please tell me that you watched THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA to get your MERYL fix... or to prolong your love of STANLEY TUCCI... or to even get some eye candy out of SIMON, ADRIAN or DANIEL...


OR to see EMILY BLUNT's brilliant performance.

But not my nemesis.
If you don't know... I have words for her. But yeah...

Best b*tchy assistant ever!
I know she didn't write her lines, but she says them perfectly.

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And she's also worked with another nemesis of mine in a movie that is actually quite entertaining...

Have you seen the movie: SUNSHINE CLEANING??
Her character is the only one I care about.
Why?
You should see it.
Why haven't you?

But as I list her movies, I realize that the reasons why I like her...

1. She's my age.
2. She's extremely talented.

That's it.
Those two things are extremely rare.

I find that I'm more inclined to be harsh on young actresses, because most of the time they're "famous" because they're skinny.... because they're hot... because they screwed someone... because they sold their souls...

but have nothing else to back it up.

This FEISTY HO backs it all up. All of it.
Don't believe me?
WATCH HER YO' SELF.