Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Notes From the Universe

Thoughts Become Things


Long, long ago, before there was even sand in the hourglass, there was a teeny, tiny dot, Araceli -- so small it was virtually invisible -- that was presented to you as a gift.

At first, puzzled and perplexed, you thought it was a joke. Yet, trusting and inquisitive, your intuition led you to accept it and, before long, to carefully examine it.

And lo, after becoming extraordinarily teeny and tiny yourself, you found there was an entrance of sorts into this little treasure, in the form of a long and winding path. So inside you went, through the densest grove of ancient, moss-covered, bending oaks you will ever see. And before long, you found a shiny, gold, old-fashioned key that had been left upon a large, rounded stone, as if especially for you.

With key in hand you proceeded down the path until you arrived at a massive gate. Just above it there was a handwritten plaque for all who might pass beneath it:

"Welcome to the Jungles of Time and Space, Where nothing is as it seem
s, yet all things are possible. Should you ever feel lost or weary, Forget not from where you have come, And follow the signs..."

Peering between the wrought iron bars, you could see the entire Milky Way Galaxy and a hundred billion galaxies beyond it. Your thoughts raced, your imagination ran wild, and as you raised your key to the sturdy, reinforced lock, slowly slipping it in, and gently turning... there was a sudden flash of light and burst of sound. Whereupon, seemingly light-years later but, in fact, no longer than an instant, you found yourself in the most beautiful human form, living on the most beautiful little planet, having a wonderful life, a wrinkle of curiosity on your brow, reading this very Note, right here and now, as Araceli Collazo.

Talk about a sign -
The Universe

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Si Nos Dejan - Araceli en San Jose, California

El ajonjoli de todos los moles - yo.... Solo un palomazo. Esa fue la inauguración de la edición de la revista Quinceañeras & Novias Magazine en San Francisco. Saul estuvo ahí con su equipo para documentar el evento y el fundador de la revista, nuestro amigo Rafa, me pidió que cantara :)





Video by Saul Escobedo 2007

Monday, October 29, 2007

On the Train


Last Winter On the Train...

Photograph by Saul Escobedo 2007

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Araceli Collazo and Paloma Negra at Luna's


Graphic Design, Photograph, Logo and Illustration by Saul Escobedo 2007

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Araceli Collazo & Paloma Negra - The Momo Lounge @ Harlow's

For my readers. Please enjoy!

Para mis lectores. Que lo disfruten!

Video by Saul Escobedo 2007

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

A Note From the Universe

Tuesday, October 16, 2007


It's not the size of your dreams, Araceli, that determines whether or not they come true, but the size of the actions you take that imply their inevitable arrival.

And just so you know, the bigger the dream, Araceli, the bigger the action.

Your greatest admirer,
The Universe





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Sunday, October 07, 2007

Paloma Negra at the Momo Lounge - Harlow's















Illustration, Logo and Graphic Design by Saul Escobedo 2007

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

No Woman No Cry - Bob Marley

"In this great future, you can't forget your past, so dry your tears, I seh."

Gracias Rene Paul Diaz! You are my brother.

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.

Said - said - said: I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown,
Oba - obaserving the ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, oh, good friends weve lost
Along the way.

In this great future, you cant forget your past;
So dry your tears, I seh.

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
ere, little darlin, dont shed no tears:
No, woman, no cry.

Said - said - said: I remember when-a we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown.
And then georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which Ill share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So Ive got to push on through.
But while Im gone, I mean:
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right!
I said, everythings gonna be all right-a!
Everythings gonna be all right!
Everythings gonna be all right, now!
Everythings gonna be all right!

So, woman, no cry;
No - no, woman - woman, no cry.
Woman, little sister, dont shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.

I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown.
And then georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which Ill share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So Ive got to push on through.
But while Im gone:

No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
Woman, little darlin, say dont shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.

Eh! (little darlin, don't shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.
Little sister, don't shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.)