Anticipation
To Save Us
Causing Commotion
By: Gabriela Yareliz
Some things are simply iconic in our minds.
This scene from Malena is an iconic scene that I absolutely adore. This reminds me of what it’s like to walk through New York, sometimes.
Oh to be like Malena! A showstopper; Causing Commotion; Making them talk; Making them watch.
“Show’s over! She’s gone now!”
Eres Mi Misterio
En la vida, nada sale como planeamos.
Y muchas veces, no entendemos.
¿Sera que alguien con una mirada se te pueda meter por las venas?
¿Sera que los misterios más grandes no se resuelven, sino que tenemos que aceptar la magia que los creo?
No sé quién eres—
Algunas veces, cuando no conoces a alguien,
se te dispara la cabeza a pensar y a cuestionar–
como si te puedieras inventar a la persona y despues confirmarlo.
Pero, ahora no hay nada. No hay inventos, ni preguntas.
Eres un misterio.
Eres mi misterio.
Te siento inevitable; como si fueras mi parada de tren, donde debo bajarme para llegar a casa.
Las primeras palabras intercambiadas se me quedan como eco en la cabeza. Un eco que me guía más cerca de donde salió la voz; espero que me lleve a ti.
-Gabriela Yareliz
#EuroPower #BecauseFutbol


Shallow Soccer Commentary Brought to You By: Gabriela Yareliz
For those of you who have been reading my World Cup 2014 blurbs, you know Germany made my “favorites” list after seeing its skill and Mats Hummels face.
This was difficult to maintain during the France (my team) and Germany face-off, but it was hard to be mad at a team that played so well. Even Benzema clapped for them (France played very well, too). Brazil proved me right when Germany gave it the beating of its life. Brazil couldn’t keep it together without Neymar. And I will go as far to say that Argentina was its equivalent in my mind. Without Messi–Argentina would have almost nothing. I felt that if Argentina won the cup, it wouldn’t be Argentina; it would have been Messi’s cup, and I wondered if one man could take them all the way. It’s a heavy burden to carry. I have nothing against Messi; I actually think it’s messed up how much they place on this one man–this proved to #fail when everything they hoped for depended on him.
It was a fun beginning. I enjoyed seeing Merkel and Putin sitting in the same row. Random. David Beckham also made a random cameo. Argentina actually played hard tonight (the reason why they had to go into overtime).
I have seen almost every (if not every) Argentina match, and I was always bored watching them. I never found Messi’s game saving goals glorious (it always felt like Argentina was barely scraping by)–and this is coming from me, I can accept the magic when I see it.

Mats Hummels was gorgeous and visibly tired; Muller is always legit; Schweinsteiger worked his butt off, and one of the commentators said, “I think he’s set a record for player who has been treated the most out on the field.” He was very, errr injured. And Mario Gotze– What a goal! A sub came in and showed the world the reason why he was chosen for the national team. I was sitting in the Paley Center for Media (shout-out to the Center which had a big screen, air conditioning and amazing comfy seats), in the dark, and when that goal was scored, many of us sitting in the center front screamed with euphoria that had been pent up for more than 90 minutes.
The game ended with a free kick for Argentina. Messi decided to try to make it in from where he was–> #fail, but I felt for him. Not for Argentina, but only for him. Too much pressure. Turns out one man can’t carry an entire country on his shoulders.
Can I just say that Argentina’s goalie, Romero, has got to be one of the most obnoxious men on the planet? His demeanor is just arrogant.
There were a lot of yellow cards, violent kicks, injuries, some blood and screaming.
Some things I enjoyed included: the Italian referee, Nicola Rizzoli.

He was fun to watch (I love watching the refs), and incredibly charming. I am a fan! I also became a Michael Ballack fan (commentator, former German Captain 2004-2010).
Finally, I loved how the wives and children came onto the field to celebrate with the team. The Germans recognize that what matters is to celebrate with those who you love and those who sacrifice to help you achieve.
Well deserved, Germany! To all who were criticizing me for supporting the European teams and lecturing me on how arrogant Latin American teams are the best and have always been the best, I feel vindicated…Today, you saw #EuroPower. South American teams like Brazil and Argentina were puffed up balloons just waiting to be popped.
Time to celebrate! #BecauseFutbol

The Lowland by Jhumpa Lahiri
Strike a Pose

Don’t worry– these are not the shots. In this post are some shameless selfies of my hair and makeup before the photo session. I have been blessed enough to have one of my personal essays selected for publication in September in a magazine I grew up reading. Naturally, they needed a photo to accompany the piece.
I was so nervous.
During the weekend at Jones Beach, I got fried by the sun. On Monday, I looked like a short lobster. Not a good look. So, the prayers began asking that the red would turn to a lovely tan. It did.
When I got home from work, I started to do my makeup. At first, I thought I would do a look I had seen in a YouTube tutorial. I started to do it, but I didn’t feel like myself. I felt like an idiot. Rule of thumb, if you are applying makeup, and you feel like an idiot, stop. Out came the cotton balls and makeup remover. Round two. I decided to do my own thing.
I need to say, the photographer was so sweet, personable and amazing. I had a lovely time, and she made me feel super comfortable. I had a blast. It was actually really fun. I am no model, but I enjoyed smiling for the camera and all the passing pedestrians. It was a unique experience.
Stay tuned. I will let you know when my piece hits the newsstands!
This little one-day model is blessed.
Stay Vogue my dears.
Selfies pre-photo fun:
Some Lit Quotes for the Soul
La Seduction
By: Gabriela Yareliz
This week, I bought a fabulous little book called La Seduction by Elaine Sciolino, a Paris-based journalist. The book is about French politics and the art of seduction (no, not the sexual kind, per se)…
This is an art I need to solidly learn. I mean, when I took the book to the register, the bookseller looked at me, down at the book, and then up at me again. I realized the book title made it look like a romance novel (or something risqué). The cover photo of some black heels didn’t help dispel the erroneous impression of the genre. I smiled and said, “It was in the France History section, I swear.” The bookseller laughed. I gave a Mona Lisa smile.
La Seduction–Day 1. 😉
“It is not enough to conquer, one must also know how to seduce.” –Voltaire, Mérope

Two of my favorites: Carla Bruni-Sarkozy with Nicolas Sarkozy



































