Jimena Favela
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In the Mediterranean
My skin was feeling the extreme heat, drops of sweat covered my white dress, but thank goodness for that fresh haircut, it was the best decision I could have made for the summer, while turning over to see the coastal town, I felt that blessing of cold breeze touch my face, giving me the encouragement needed to just jump right into the clear blue water that I had been glancing at for minutes. The dive below revealed so many fish, corals, and a world of beauty, while swimming towards the shoreline, you can look over to see that there were so many mountains that seemed almost nearby yet were very far off from reach, and so I decided to give the town more of an exploration, walking out the water, I made my way to the mini-shops in search of food.
By Jimena Favela4 years ago in Motivation
Piano Keys
It's kept in a room of high ceiling, gold, and rose walls, but not alone as through the day it is accompanied by a woman who finds the peace and at the same time the power in simply sitting down next to a piano, not just any piano, a piano which was around all her life. Since she never had the opportunity to explore a lot as a girl, music became her outlet when feeling the most alone, all the happiness and sadness became one of the most beautiful melodies every time she sat down on that little chair. Every morning and sometimes through the evening, while entering the room, with her dark blue dress, setting her hair free, let alone she begins to play the piano keys, as her eyes close shut, everything becomes a beautiful black and white, with the vision of herself dancing barefoot in the open air, every single touch of the piano gives her something nothing ever has before, the burst to feel alive and effortlessly powerful. This talent of hers has become a remedy, whenever the woman performs in front of an audience, anyone who comes across the sound of this music never fails to be impacted because whenever she plays, the crowd spontaneously starts swaying around, slow dancing, some just sit there with a glance of such enjoyment, it's as if regardless of anyone's situation, they suddenly come alive, take the initiative that the thought of her high keynotes can be taken as beautiful, wild, and boisterous. The surroundings and setting become present, this woman performed like no other, so remarkable that when the time comes to perform in towns, cities, or in a different country, the tickets sell out almost immediately.
By Jimena Favela4 years ago in Beat
El Clima Y Tus Ojos
Era gris, el cielo estaba sombrío y en la ciudad, Celeste esperaba un día productivo en la oficina, al entrar, notó la diferencia de la población dentro del edificio. Cuando llegó a la sala de conferencias, le dijeron a Celeste que saliera de la ciudad y regresara a casa. Aunque no tenía ni idea de lo que estaba pasando, lo que era normal parecía estar muy lejos de estar presente, y poco sabía que el clima iba a cambiar la tarde. Así que se dirigió a su casa, que era en el campo o eso es lo que imaginaba, la ruta que siempre teme tomar era necesaria durante su viaje. Tomen la iniciativa para llegar a su casa, tuvo que pasar por un bosque que tenía árboles de hasta 200 pies de altura y el camino estaba constantemente aislado, si uno tiene la suerte, no tiene que enfrentarse a los troncos caídos. . pero al pasar por el camino solitario, vio que algo se acercaba. Algo que la obligó a salir de su auto, puedes adivinar qué fue? Un tronco pesado cubria todo el camino y no le dio otra opción que volverse hacia su teléfono para ver si podía hacer una llamada, pero cuando eso falló, el clima comenzó a verse muy, muy fuerte, se estaba volviendo muy oscuro, muy gris, con mucha niebla. Pasaba el tiempo, y su esperanza se estaba yendo, estaba claro para ella que se trataba de una situación grave, pero aún así, pensó que esperaría para ver si de alguna manera un automóvil se abría paso por la carretera, pero pasaron las horas, la carretera estaba vacía y no había nadie a la vista. Eran más de las cinco y sabía que estaría en peligro si no intentaba caminar a casa, así que eso es lo que decidió hacer.
By Jimena Favela4 years ago in Fiction
Corn
Whenever I see corn or eat corn, is when I see my grandfather, I relive through all the memories. Humberto was his name for starters, growing up, I never had the chance to constantly be around him as much as I would have loved to, but he'd come for visit to our little house every few months from Mexico. There was never a specific timeline, he was one to surprise, one of his favorite activities, was to pick up five boxes of natural corn every week from individual sellers, what I heard they taste much better than the store brought, they are less sweet and more natural, from then he'd take the fun to our backyard, my siblings and I was invited to help peel the corn at all times, and every time I helped him, those were the special moments, the connections, the music, specifically speaking rancheras and days like the times I would try my best to save each worm, scientifically I refer to the Helicoverpa zea, who find habitat from the plant. He had a passion for getting us to move, do activities for the day, for example taking my youngest brother Joaquin for a six am duty walk around the neighborhood to find recyclable bottles, not only did he unintentionally help us keep the earth green, but he also educated us in all aspects and in ways no other has, in his free time, he'd enjoy the unthinkable like placing a flying bug on my sister's shoulder, nearly giving her a panic attack, and chasing her around with it, oh I remember that day like it was yesterday, he showed his love by tickling us more than anything, or giving us a spook, or advising us with hilarious stories.
By Jimena Favela4 years ago in Families
