My favorite futbol legend for one of my favorite stores equals perfection.
Hoy
Un poco de tristeza por lo que no fue, asi que soñare por lo que si vendra.-GY
Making a Power Couple
The New Trophy Wife (as shared by Feliz) was an fun article published by the Huffington Post (it’s linked).
“A woman who is equal to her man in earning power and career position. That’s sexy.” Kristen Houghton
It’s time we start dispelling thoughts that intelligent women are scary, dominant, not stylish, not sexual beings and meant to be single forever (punishment for success?).
“A really strong man wants a woman who is equal to him, that is the truth of it now. A weak man wants someone that is docile and servant to him– it is a real sign of insecurity in a man to want a brainless trophy wife. Wives can be beautiful, intelligent and have careers and opinions just as strong as their partners.” Dr. Stephen Juan
When a strong man decides to pursue an “Amal Clooney”, that is when a power couple is born.
Waiting for Fahd
“I grew up in Guantanamo, and now that you’ve heard my story, you cannot turn away.”
I had the privilege of being with the Center for Constitutional Rights (CCR) team as it talked about and brainstormed ideas for its media efforts with Fahd’s story (over the summer, at the Radical Lawyering conference). I met the attorneys who have traveled back and forth from here to Guantanamo, who have been working with Fahd and other detainees for quite some time. It is an incredible story, and I encourage each of you to get to know his story and help spread awareness about it. Don’t allow him to be forgotten.
I usually try not to put “heavy” things on the blog because I deal with them every day, and this is my little corner of sunshine, but details of the Senate Torture Report have come out. I have only read excerpts reported on by the media, but I have the document saved, waiting for me (it’s about 500-something pages). The details, so far, are heart-breaking. What terrible violations of human rights, international law and humanity are occurring. What kind of a world are we building and allowing, and what will we do about it? If we do nothing, who will be next to suffer these atrocities?
Maintenant ou Jamais
Sitting on my suitcase.
<<Pourtant, tout pousse à croire. C’est maintenant ou jamais.>> Tal
Winter Ambles
By: Gabriela Yareliz
I am going to be taking a break from the city soon. I am going to drain Fifth Avenue from my veins for a bit. Going home is a detox. Slowly, I stop wearing black structured clothes, pretentious city makeup, and I breathe a little more deeply; my adrenaline levels become normal; my phone gets forgotten in random corners; and I learn to sleep again. It’s a process, and always very psychological. I love Christmas break because I truly won’t be checking and doing school work (unlike Thanksgiving break, which is relaxing but filled with anxiety because of the constant workload, but the distance leaves you feeling frantic and distracted). I hope that someday, I can live in a warm place where I can look a bit more bohemian and relaxed. No matter what, I need to be somewhere where there is a body of water. Where there is water, there is life.
But enough about the future and my impending rehab post law school exams (because that is exactly what it is– rehab). I wanted to share some of my most recent winter shots from my little long walks. I love walking with no time constraint and with an open grid of old and new places. So, come along.
This was a rainy day in the Village. I went to my favorite and frequented Grace Church to chill in silence, pray and listen to the organ player (who is amazing).
At Union Square, the annual Holiday Market is in full swing. Vendors from all over the world come and set-up shop.
(Someone is tired of pushing through thousands of people. See girl on the right. Ha. This is what Christmas shopping does to people. The struggle is real.)
The Love Man in motion, in the subway station. He was dancing and making faces at me. I just smiled and waved (always the encourager).
Me, underground, going to walk Fifth Ave. and Madison, to go window shopping for dresses that costs thousands and millions.
Hello Park Avenue!
I took a short break at the St. Bart’s Church on Park Avenue. Lovely place; lovely music.
Shopping, anyone? Me, looking nouveau riche while knowing that I would have to sell my blood and organs to afford anything from these boutiques; and I like and will be keeping my blood and organs, thank you very much.
And below is St. Patrick’s Cathedral. What you don’t see is that around the church, on the sidewalk, there were so many people, the police was crossing people with ropes on the crosswalks. You didn’t have to walk. The people moved you along. I was swept into in the church by like a hundred people. I am pretty sure that the church was beyond fire-hazard capacity. I got slapped in the face repeatedly (at church, how appropriate? Maybe not…*wink*) At one point, I was so overwhelmed by the people inside that I was in a corner, and a woman hit me in the face by accident while walking by (the perils of being short). She apologized and then looked at her friend and said, “Oh my gosh! I hit that girl in the face, and I think she was praying.” This made me laugh.
Below is the Tiffany’s building, all decked out. Windows were filled with artistic displays, by theme, with music.
This was my favorite display. I loved all of the literary figures’ framed photos in the background. A dream.
Oh, New York! You and your magical lights, overpriced food and clothes, flashy advertisements, musical dark churches, frivolous pleasures–ridiculous, lavish, gaudy and overwhelming. Still, somehow you manage to gift each one of us something special, according to our desires. You intoxicate us and turn us into a species that doesn’t sleep, doesn’t stop and doesn’t settle.
It’s Going Down: Last Exam
Amal Clooney
Latin Situations
“Latinos be like: Graduation tickets? Yes, I need 43 of them for the family.” Truth. 🙂
With passion, people. Always with passion, or don’t do it at all.
Weekend Inspiration
“‘I want to write a novel about Silence,’ he said; ‘the things people don’t say.'” Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
[If you need to, have a Barbra Streisand moment] 
A late-night epiphany brought to you by: Gabriela Yareliz
You are entitled to make decisions in whatever way you decide to do so. Some people mistake wisdom and maturity for uptight and fearful. When I am looked down on for the way I make decisions, usually it just means I am not doing exactly what someone else wants me to do. This is what I do: I just think about how I moved hundreds of miles away from home to a huge city through providence, alone, to pursue my dreams; I think of everything I lived before that, and I smile. Don’t let people tell you who you are. If anyone puts you down for your innocence, your wisdom, your maturity, and simply your way of doing things, just remember that they don’t know half of the strength inside of you. Be like Phoebe:
Oftentimes, doing what is right for you takes more strength and fearlessness than succumbing to what the world wants from you. Enough said.
XOXO–Corporations has me like Carmen Maura in an Almodovar film. 
[Images from Tumblr (mostly), all should be linked]
Do You Know Him?
He’s the King of the Jews;
He’s the King of Israel;
He’s the King of Righteousness.
He’s the King of the Ages.
He’s the King of Heaven.
He’s the King of Glory.
He’s the King of kings and He’s the Lord of lords.
That’s my King.
Well, I wonder do you know Him?
David said, “The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament
showeth His handiwork.”
My King is a sovereign King – no means of measure can define His
limitless love.
No farseeing telescope can bring into visibility the coastline of
His shoreless supply.
No barrier can hinder Him from pouring out His blessings.
He’s enduringly strong.
He’s entirely sincere.
He’s eternally steadfast.
He’s immortally graceful.
He’s imperially powerful.
He’s impartially merciful.
Do you know Him?
He’s the greatest phenomenon that has ever crossed the horizon of
this world.
He’s God’s Son.
He’s the sinner’s Saviour.
He’s the centrepiece of civilisation.
He’s unparalleled, He’s unprecedented.
He is the loftiest idea in literature.
He’s the highest personality in philosophy.
He is the supreme problem in higher criticism.
He’s the fundamental doctrine of true theology.
He’s the only one qualified to be an all-sufficient Saviour.
I wonder if you know him today?
He supplies strength for the weak.
He’s available for the tempted and the tried.
He sympathizes and He saves.
He strengthens and sustains.
He guards and He guides.
He heals the sick.
He cleansed the lepers.
He forgives sinners.
He discharges debtors.
He delivers the captive.
He defends the feeble.
He blesses the young.
He serves the unfortunate.
He regards the aged.
He rewards the diligent.
And He beautifies the meek.
I wonder if you know Him? Well, my King—
He is the key, He’s the key to knowledge.
He’s the wellspring of wisdom.
He’s the doorway of deliverance.
He’s the pathway of peace.
He’s the roadway of righteousness.
He’s the highway of holiness.
He’s the gateway of glory.
Do you know Him?
His promise is sure.
His life is matchless.
His goodness is limitless.
His mercy is everlasting.
His love never changes.
His Word is enough.
His grace is sufficient.
His reign is righteous and
His yoke is easy and
His burden is light.
I wish I could describe Him to you.
But He’s–
He’s indescribable – He’s God.
He’s indescribable, yes, He’s indescribable.
He’s incomprehensible.
He’s invincible.
He’s irresistible.
Well, you can’t get Him out of your mind,
You get Him off of your hand,
You can’t outlive Him, and you can’t live without Him.
Well, the Pharisees couldn’t stand Him, but they found out they
couldn’t stop Him.
Pilate couldn’t find any fault in Him.
The witnesses couldn’t get their testimonies to agree.
Herod couldn’t kill Him.
Death couldn’t handle Him and
the grave couldn’t hold Him.
That’s my King.
Dr. S. M.. Lockridge, from Southern California
GABRIELA YARELIZ 