When people begin to say that they were very happy in the past or to tell anecdotes of what they experienced in their childhood, they almost always end up crying nostalgically because of what they consider to be the best time of their lives. Normally I listen to them without interrupting, and when they are silent and spilling bitter tears, I ask them, “Would you like to make a trip to the past?” When listening to the question, they usually release and cry with more flow. Then I receive some of the most common answers: “Yes, but it is impossible.” “Yes, but nobody can’t.” While they observe me in disbelief or wait for me to magically transport them to the past so they can find the happiness that they yearn for and that is lost in their world of yesteryear.
The expression of amazement on a child’s face when they receive a pleasant surprise or discover something new for the first time, reflect the purity of his heart that overflows with joy; the innocence of his thoughts and the love that surrounds them.
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.
Last night I woke up crying, because I dreamed that you were walking away from me and although it may seem unreal; you were sleeping, as Juliet shouted “Romeo, Romeo, where are you that I do not see you?” Do not laugh at me! Because it was a terrible nightmare, to think that I was losing you.
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