Thursday, January 24, 2008

Uphill Climb

I think it was Lance Armstrong who said the guy who wins the Tour is the one who can hurt the most. I think the writer who becomes successful is the one who can hurt the most, too. Writing is hard.

I’ve been listening to a lot of Maná lately. One of my favorite songs of theirs is about unrequited love. Oh, muse of fiction, come back to me! Why must our relationship be so dysfunctional? This arguing isn’t getting us anywhere; we’re only hurting each other.

Cómo quisiera poder vivir sin aire
Cómo quisiera calmar mi aflicción
Cómo quisiera poder vivir sin agua
Me encantaría robar tu corazón

Realmente, arte, podemos fijar esto.

2 comments:

Hilda said...

Mana, un grupo que calienta el corazon. One of my favorite groups for years now. I keep trying to catch them in concert, but it never works out. No doubt Michelle, you have awesome taste in literature, music, and of course, dogs. My best to you, Bryan, and Louie, Hilda

Michelle Panik O'Neill said...

¡Hola, Hilda! ¿Cómo está? Sé Maná es turismo México ahora, y espero vienen a los Estadios Unidos después.

¡Louie es fantástica! He's sleeping next to me on the couch at the moment. He's been a little itchy, but we're working with a vet to figure out what he's allergic to. Otherwise, he's as cute as can be. The two of us spend a few hours at Starbucks most mornings, and he's a real crowd pleaser. :)

Much love,
Michelle, Bryan, and Louie