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capturedbychuck:

I was overly excited when my class started. I nearly got late actually but it turned out I was even the second person who arrived.
This was the first project we made at Gourdo’s Gumpaste and Fondant Class (i.e. Wilton Course 3). It was a very nice experience as you got to meet new friends, learn techniques and cake-deco best practices plus lots of fun! I loved all the tools I had for the class. Nilista ko na nga ‘yung mga bibilhin ko pa! Just waiting for the stocks to arrive and voila, I will start another crime! Joke! 
Yes, I know, the cake is not that good. Cuts on the edges of the flowers are not even. Fondant over my cake has cracks. Additionally, it took me almost hours more than our session’s duration to finish this. Haha! ‘Di ako exaggerated. I’m just to nervous that I couldn’t not get them done. Then I realized, this was the first. And I just need a lot of practice (and patience).
Decorating is a skill. Got to have that urge to practice if you want to grow. Otherwise, where you started is where you’ll end. If you have the talent, then it’s a + +. Bonus! 
And now I am on my knees, praying! Beggin’ actually that “Hey, God! Help me to learn. To learn how to learn. At pabilisin ‘Nyo po pagkilos ko.” Haha. The last part is an extra. Naah, I know it would really depend on me. I do always nevertheless, need His guidance.
I will post another project probably by next week. A lot of guts is necessary to start this. It is really not a joke. What’s important is that I love what I’m doing.

capturedbychuck:

I was overly excited when my class started. I nearly got late actually but it turned out I was even the second person who arrived.

This was the first project we made at Gourdo’s Gumpaste and Fondant Class (i.e. Wilton Course 3). It was a very nice experience as you got to meet new friends, learn techniques and cake-deco best practices plus lots of fun! I loved all the tools I had for the class. Nilista ko na nga ‘yung mga bibilhin ko pa! Just waiting for the stocks to arrive and voila, I will start another crime! Joke! 

Yes, I know, the cake is not that good. Cuts on the edges of the flowers are not even. Fondant over my cake has cracks. Additionally, it took me almost hours more than our session’s duration to finish this. Haha! ‘Di ako exaggerated. I’m just to nervous that I couldn’t not get them done. Then I realized, this was the first. And I just need a lot of practice (and patience).

Decorating is a skill. Got to have that urge to practice if you want to grow. Otherwise, where you started is where you’ll end. If you have the talent, then it’s a + +. Bonus! 

And now I am on my knees, praying! Beggin’ actually that “Hey, God! Help me to learn. To learn how to learn. At pabilisin ‘Nyo po pagkilos ko.” Haha. The last part is an extra. Naah, I know it would really depend on me. I do always nevertheless, need His guidance.

I will post another project probably by next week. A lot of guts is necessary to start this. It is really not a joke. What’s important is that I love what I’m doing.

Fuente: capturedbychuck

Viore: Par de voces

viorev:

Sonríen, pensamos bien del que entra a la galería

con sus pisos pulidos

y ese acervo de perfumes finos, caros,

de élite.

Invitamos a ajenos a nuestra propia realidad,

platicamos nuestra alma, fingimos respeto,

gusto

tacto

civilidad.

Somos muertos que caminan por reflejo,

somos personas…

Fuente: viorev

Viore: La hora equis

viorev:

Delirio franco, teatro mundano.

Nuevas caras

derrotadas,

nuevos pinceles extasiados,

es tan noche que la luna duerme.

Es tan noche que se ven candiles prendidos,

sueños desvariando y buscando su consciencia,

los gatos pardos se vuelven blancos,

las putas regresan, los cobardes abrochan las…

Fuente: viorev

(vía titerede31minutos)

Viore: Mediterránea III

viorev:

El visto bueno de tu corazón pegado a mi membrana

es una hecatombe rosa y dulce

como tu piel

tus labios

tibios.

Mis tercas manos en tu vientre

nos estorban los ropajes

tu aura

mi sombra

los viejos orgullos .

El delirio franco

de no quererte ver

a ajenos

con una pizca de sombrío

amor.

Fuente: viorev

Viore: Cronoscopio a tu cuerpo

viorev:

Lo que me gusta de ti son tus ojos trémulos,

ávidos de vida, ansiosos de mí;

el corazón caliente que abraza mi cuerpo

y las entrañas que lo tientan.

Lo que me gusta de ti

es el amor en sonetos

y el otoño que lo adopta:

la siempre mirada tibia

y borrosa

de tus ojos de ámbar.

Me gusta tu…

Fuente: viorev

Viore: Un sopor

viorev:

Maúllan los gatos,

cuando amarran los celestes;

el manto cobija

la luna y los silencios.

Después del alba

todos somos sombras

y

las sombras, la noche.

Tintinean azules

viejos recuerdos,

brillan las sonrisas,

en la distopía que camina

por encima de nosotros.

El alma vagabunda

escapa…

Fuente: viorev

Text

viorev:

De las miradas ajenas

que comen tu silueta,

mis fantasmas carcomen

la mansa paz del amor bravío.

El celo y la impotencia

de no poder hacer sombrío

el panorama 

y cegar

resentidos miedos.

Callar los ojos

y echar a volar las mariposas

y que el estómago

vacío se quede.

Tomar tu mano

y apretar el pecho,

soplar el corazón

y pensar que después 

de 

todo

el celo no existe. 

Fuente: viorev

(vía johnroft)

Fuente: naranjonieto

desdeloquesoy:

“No esperes a que los demás tomen la iniciativa, cuando sabes que te mueres de ganas de un abrazo, una caricia, un beso” (Charles Chaplin)

desdeloquesoy:

“No esperes a que los demás tomen la iniciativa, cuando
sabes que te mueres de ganas de un abrazo, una caricia,
un beso”
(Charles Chaplin)

(vía ojala-ke-se-llame-amapola)