Imagine a road trip called, life. A highway called dream. A loved one called, family and a friend called, God. Then turn around to the corner called, Hope and when you get to the bus stop called Success, thank the driver who took you there, Jesus; and when you get to the house called Prosperity, don’t be startled by the guests, introduce yourself to: I marched. I fought and I won. They will be delighted to meet you!
Life is a corridor of semicolons and zigzags
A passageway in the wood
One endless classroom streaming rays of the sun
A line of joyful and dejected storylines
An unscripted tomorrow nauseatingly brighter if you give it a try!
Lorena was this gorgeous Latina starlet from Chile. Jennifer Lopez she wasn’t but Rita Moreno, she came close to but wait, Rita Moreno is not blonde, neither is Jennifer and both ladies are Puerto Ricans. Ok, moving on. She was this picturesque, very tall – the perfect poster girl for a Vogue cover, body perfect, blonde, blue eyes, Barbie like elegant sassy starlet and any dreamer date heaven. Bruno, on the other hand, was an Italian stud muffin, black hair, brown eyes who reminded her of Paul Newman. Yes, Paul Newman but wait, he was blonde with blue eyes… never mind, carry on. In essence she was trying to tell us that in her eyes, he was a hunk and…
That’s where the story ends. Lorena she wasn’t, Italian she is, model she wasn’t but could be, her name I don’t recall. I met her at a leather store in Florence, Italy where she worked and I was trying to buy a handbag. Her smile made all possible!