A few years ago I read a story in a book about what would happen if we were all millionaires and as a result, I learned that it impossible for it to happen, but if it were possible then we would face a serious problem because no person would be willing to work and produce the necessary elements to maintain the economic, cultural, physical and intellectual developments that make us a society. Therefore, we would begin to experience a shortage of all the basic products necessary to survive. As well as the physical and intellectual development of newer generations because we would all try to enjoy the benefits of being millionaires, acquiring larger houses, buying and consuming everything we want, traveling to different parts of the world without striving to be productive.
MILLIONAIRES
El COVID- 19 es una mentira para algunas personas. Pero para las personas que han sufrido la enfermedad o que han vivido la experiencia de perder a un ser querido “ES UNA REALIDAD” que nos está destruyendo física o emocionalmente. Esta publicación cuenta brevemente una historia de amor interrumpida temporalmente por la cuarentena, después por la enfermedad, hasta convertirse en una separación permanente de la persona amada.
COVID-19 is a lie for some people. But for people who have suffered from the disease or who have lived the experience of losing a loved one “IT IS A REALITY” that is destroying us physically or emotionally. This post briefly tells a love story temporarily interrupted by quarantine, then illness, until it became a permanent separation from the loved one.
Yes, I wanted to help Carlos. But I also wanted to go home. I knew that I had to return to Mrs. Lola’s house before dawn or I was running the risk of staying in that town, because my sister would leave without me, I was afraid that they would abandon me there.
Yo sabía que ese grito provenía de alguna de las cuatro puertas que tenía frente a mí, así que instintivamente me acerque hacia la baranda de hierro y mire hacia abajo, tratando de encontrar otra manera de salir de donde estaba. Lo que mis ojos encontraron fue que en el siguiente nivel hacia abajo estaba el comedor, perfectamente iluminado por un candelabro antiguo de velas. Allí había una mesa muy larga con canastas de pan recién horneado y varias tazas llenas con chocolate caliente. 
I knew the scream was coming from one of the four doors in front of me, so I instinctively approached the iron railing and looked down, trying to find another way to get out of where I was. What my eyes found was that on the next level down was the dining room, perfectly lit by an antique chandelier. There was a very long table with baskets of freshly baked bread and several cups filled with hot chocolate. It also had 12 chairs where 12 young people were sitting.
El ambiente era húmedo y frio. Yo sentía dolor en todo mi cuerpo como si hubiera realizado una rutina completa de ejercicios de estiramiento corporal. Yo quería abrir mis ojos, pero estaba tan cansado que no pude hacerlo. Sin embargo, lentamente me iba despertando, pero aún me sentía con mucho sueño. Mi corazón estaba agitado y una sensación extraña me advertía del peligro que había a mi alrededor. En ese momento me parecía que había tenido una pesadilla horrible, mi cuerpo estaba sumamente pesado y no podía moverme con libertad. 
