Amo a los animales, el olor de los naranjos en flor, los cerezos florecidos y el néctar de las frutas maduras. Disfruto de los amaneceres apacibles y los colores del atardecer a la orilla del mar. Siento una profunda emoción al ver a un niño reír mientra su madre le toma en brazos.
Amo a mi familia, en especial, a mi madre quien me enseño a amar la vida y vivirla de la forma que lo hago.
Amo a mis amigos. Ellos son la familia que escogemos, con los que compartimos momentos de diversión absoluta, pero también son nuestro apoyo en los momentos difíciles.
Las mañanas de
domingo son muy relajadas para mi. Las disfruto tanto como ese café mañanero
con que comienzo el día Ese café que me preparan con amor y pasión, y que yo
saboreo poquito a poquito como si tuviera todo el tiempo del mundo.
Staring at this empty screen, my
face between my hands, my sight lost somewhere, my thoughts somewhere else. I
finally realize what I'm doing and start to type. Am I sleepy? Maybe I am, but
I'm not surely day dreaming. I haven't done it for a long time. I used to do it
a lot, just a few years ago. I let my mind fly, believing that I could be the
princess of every fairy tale I had read. And in a way I've been. However, I've
had more than one prince trying to win my love!
Yeah, I used to daydream. Guess that when we stop
day-dreaming we become mature adults, I mean old. But that's my opinion and you
don't have to agree with it. Maybe it's just a silly idea that I've just had.
Yes, I think I'm sleepy, but I need to write this
entry. That's my resolution: to write every day. I'm a night owl. I love being
by myself when everyone is sleeping and not a single sound can be heard. I
usually write poems at nights when I can't sleep or when I'm not sleepy.
Some time ago I wrote a poem in a
particular night in which I felt so inspired that I had to get up, and start to write. I hadn't been so sure about what I wanted to write before. Being
awake when mostly everyone is resting peacefully, and all you hear in the
distance is some howling dog and doors suddenly closing, my conscious response
was to feel a bit frightened, but anxious to write, I described that strange
moment.
Angel with the thorn crown by L.Quint
Another poignant sleepless night
Black mascara smeared pillowcase
Careless wetness in wrinkled sheets
Deadly time of agonized screams
Earnest suffering goes to extreme
Originally the idea was to write a
story, but I ended up narrating it through poems. I'll start with the story
next time I write in English.
You know, a good friend of mine told me about a friend who always starts her conversations with "Guess what?" and she
always has something funny to say which makes my friend laugh, that makes him happy.
So, Guess
what? I'm going to make you happy. I'm
going to stop torturing you and I'm going off to bed. Good night! 3:33 am
I love everyone and everything. I love a lot. I've always had. It's not a problem for me to be surrounded by people.There's always something interesting in dealing with them. Some hate crowds; they simply can't cope with that. I don't mind crowds.
Bienvenido a mi mundo de sentimientos. Con su consentimiento o sin el, hablaremos de sentimientos, de un conjunto de emociones de las qué habitualmente no hablamos, a menos que las estemos experimentando de alguna manera.
Vivimos en una sociedad que promueve el culto a la apariencia personal, el cuidado de la imagen se ha convertido en un canon de esta sociedad cada vez más preocupada por la higiene y la salud, la calidad de vida y el bienestar. Sin embargo con frecuencia olvidamos cuidar nuestro interior. Nos olvidamos de las sensaciones y percepciones de nuestro cuerpo: emociones: estress, dolor , tristeza, placer, satisfacción, amor y desamor, rencor, indiferencia.
