THE PLACE WHERE THE DEAD AND THE LIVING GATHER SAFELY.

NORA-01At the moment that Eve and Adam ate the forbidden fruit; they opened their minds to the knowledge of the arts, science, discovery, wisdom, the freedom to choose between good and evil, bringing about the consequence that their immortal bodies were transformed into a mortal and temporary state of life. In other words, they allowed death to become a part of their lives.

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WILL…

a wall clock with a colorful world map design

How many of you can define “WILL”? Because for me it is a total confusion to want to find the correct definition. “WILL” can be an affirmation, denial, noun, verb, question, answer, expression of admiration or simply the absolute truth of BEING.

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THUNDER AND LIGHTNING.

KING-06In my book, THE KING OF THE FARM, a reference is made to a storm in the first chapter: “The clouds darkened the sky, the thunder began to overshadow the silence, the morning turned black; suddenly there was the sound of lightning as a torrent of cold rain descended from the sky.”

How many times have we been in the middle of a storm? Feeling vulnerable and defenseless to the harmful effects received as consequences of our choices, decisions, or the mistakes we’ve made.

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AUTUMN COLORS IN SPRING (THE END, PART XVII)

NORA-01It is very common to hear that words are carried away by the wind, but actions from many occasions remain tattooed even in the soul. If we do not take care of our way of speaking, acting, or thinking when we interact with the people we love, we can cause wounds that remain open like living flesh embraced by the heat of the fire or marred by the salt of bitterness that corrodes the heart of those who have been victimized; consciously or unconsciously, we are the people that hurt whom we also love.

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IMAGES OF THE PAST

IMAGEN-01From a very young age I began doing different jobs. I think I was around five years old when I asked my father to buy me a shoe polishing box, because I wanted to start working and earn my own money. I was very happy when my father gave me my little box to shine shoes. So, I developed the job of a shiner for several weeks during which I was very successful, until the older shiners kicked me out of the central park of my town, since they got angry when they observed how people preferred to queue and wait for me to shine the shoes. I think that happened because of my age, since seeing me so small people felt motivated to give me their shoes so that I could shine them.

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AUTUMN COLORS IN SPRING (PART XVI)

bride in wedding dress on wedding day

There are emotions that are difficult to bear or control due to the cataclysm they cause inside our bodies. Especially when they attack us directly in the heart. Human emotions are instantly aroused as positive or negative reactions to external influences that we cannot control. And although they can start as simple sparks of fire, they can grow uncontrollably, forcing our brain to suppress all bodily functions to avoid suffering from an intense pain that could destroy us completely.

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AUTUMN COLORS IN SPRING (PART XV)

NORA-01It is a difficult to aspire to eternal happiness in a mortal world where imperfection traces and defines the schemes of an ideal marriage; unless you are willing to respect, forgive, love without limits, and persevere day by day, without losing the focus that has led us to establish a union by common consent as we walk facing challenges on the road of life. Learning to live and enjoy every moment that we spend with our loved one. Strengthening every quality or aspect that has taught us to LOVE.

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Mrs. NIEVES.

raindrops

Yesterday, it rained all day. There were times when the rain became very heavy with a lot of wind. Then it turned into a gentle drizzle; over which, my thoughts rushed to navigate a mighty river of memories. While listening to music from the seventies, my spirit moved to the streets of my town, to the years of my childhood. To those streets of dust and stone on which I used to run barefoot.

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