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MY EXPERIENCE AT QUEEN MARY …

July 17, 2018

What a thrill it was to return to Los Angeles, California after 28 years, I felt very excited and extremely happy to walk streets and around all the places I visited as a teen.

Long Beach! It was always in my heart. And it was one of the first places we visited. My eyes were dazed with happiness to feel the damp wind with the smell of salt, touching my skin, wetting my face and filling my mind with memories of friends, places, meals and an unforgettable adolescence. One of the attractions we were there for that day was the haunted tour inside the Queen Mary (Yes, I’m not wrong to say haunted). There were six of us in the group: My friend, Aleida and her daughter Sophie, my wife Marbel, and my daughters, Amy and Dulce. We were all anxious to be able to enter the ship, however we waited until 6:00 pm, because at that time the entrance becomes free. We began our journey ascending to the second floor, as we were looking for the bathrooms. I must say that on the second floor is the entrance to the hotel and the public bath room. I found the bathroom sensational; Everything was silent, with the sounds of doors creaking and water coming out of the faucets without falling a single drop of water serving as white noise. There was no one else in there, so my visit to the bathroom was extremely quick, but before leaving I took a picture. After I had showed it to everyone, they all laughed at me, thinking that I was crazy for taking a picture of the bathroom.

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EL CORAZON DE PETEN

Alguien me ha pedido que escriba un poco de mí.  De cómo me inspiro para escribir mis libros.  De cómo me preparo para conversar en público, dar charlas motivacionales, clases de escuela dominical o lecciones de un tema específico.  Me ha tomado un poco de tiempo decidirme a hacerlo y he decidido comenzar hablando del primer libro que escribí.  Espero no haberme excedido porque esta publicación está un poco larga, pero de igual forma me gustaría que la leyeran completa y disfruten de la lectura.

Cuando era niño vivía en un lugar llamado Pueblo Nuevo Suchitepéquez, (un pueblo pequeño) habitado en su mayoría por indígenas (casi todos descendientes mayas). Yo era un niño muy extrovertido (totalmente diferente a como soy actualmente). A pesar de mi corta edad ya sabía cómo elaborar pan; porque me gustaba pasar largas horas en la panadería que estaba detrás de la casa donde vivía.  ¡Me gustaba mucho!  Ayudar a hacer pan y especialmente cuidarlo cuando se estaba horneando, ya que su olor era fascinante para mí; a tal grado que podía pasar largas horas allí sin sentir cansancio. También disfrutaba mucho los largos paseos que daba por las calles del pueblo, cada vez que mi hermana (quien era mi tutora, porque vivía con ella y su esposo) salía para asistir a la escuela que estaba ubicada en otro pueblo cercano a donde vivíamos.

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THE HEART OF PETEN

Someone has asked me to write a bit about me. About how I am inspired to write my books. About how I prepare to speak in public, to give motivational talks, or even give Sunday school classes on lessons on a specific topic. It took me a little time to decide to do it and I decided to start talking about the first book I ever wrote. I hope I have not exceeded in the length of what you wanted because this publication is a bit long, but I would like you to read it in full and enjoy it.

During my youth, I was living in a place called Pueblo Nuevo Suchitepéquez, a small town inhabited mostly by indigenous people, who were almost all Mayan descendants. I was a very outgoing child, totally different from who I am now. Despite my young age I already knew how to make bread; because I liked to spend long hours in the bakery that was behind the house where I use to live. I used to love it, making bread and especially taking care of it as it was baking, since its smell was fascinating to me; to such a degree that I could spend long hours there without feeling tired. I also enjoyed the long walks I took through the streets of the town, every time my sister, my guardian, who at the time I lived with, left to attend the school that was in another town near where we lived.

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DIA DE LA HISPANIDAD.

Columbus Day.  Día de la raza.  Día de la hispanidad.  Día de las Américas.  Día de respeto a la diversidad cultural.  Día del descubrimiento de America.  Día de Cristóbal Colon.

Además de los nombres anteriores yo agregaría:   Día de igualdad.  Día de fiesta.  Día de cultura.  Día de celebración de tradiciones y costumbres hispanas.

Cada año en el mes de octubre nosotros los hispanos, nos aventuramos a recordar y celebrar nuestras raíces o lugares de origen.  Representando con orgullo a nuestros países sin importar si tenemos una, dos, tres, cuatro o hasta cinco nacionalidades mescladas en la sangre.  Vistiéndonos de colores representativos de los símbolos patrios de nuestros países; llenando de diversión todo nuestro entorno, y así mostrar la belleza que enmarca a nuestra tierra natal. 

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HISPANIC HERITAGE DAY.

Columbus Day. Hispanic Heritage Day. Day of the Americas. Day of respect for Cultural Diversity. Day of Discovery.

In addition to the previous names I like would to add: Equality Day. Culture day.  Day of Celebration for Hispanic Traditions.

Every year in the month of October, we Hispanics, we venture to remember and celebrate our roots and places of origin. Representing our countries with pride, regardless of whether we have one, two, three, four or even five nationalities within our blood. Dressing in colors representative of the symbols of our nationalities; filling our environment with fun, and thus show the beauty that frames our homeland.

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MUNDO SILENCIOSO

Se han imaginado alguna vez, ¿Como seria vivir en un mundo silencioso?  Creo que más de alguno de nosotros ha experimentado el deseo por diferentes razones de querer callar a las personas para que no hablen o dejar de escuchar el ruido a nuestro alrededor, como también hemos olvidado momentáneamente el valor que tienen la familia, la salud de nuestro cuerpo, el tiempo que compartimos con nuestros seres queridos.  Las personas que han perdido uno de sus sentidos han aprendido a agudizar y sentir más con el corazón lo cual les permite percibir el mundo desde una perspectiva más humana valorando todo lo que tienen a su alrededor.  Si cada uno de los seres humanos aprendiéramos a reconocer que todo lo que nos rodea tiene un origen divino y aprendiéramos a dar gracias todos los días por el privilegio de vivir amando todo lo que hacemos y tenemos podríamos escuchar todos los sonidos a nuestro alrededor con alegría y gratitud.

¡Que hermoso!    Es el movimiento del agua, cuando la toco con la punta de mi dedo; círculos que se abren y crecen al alejarse de mí.

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SILENT WORLD

Have you ever imagined, how it would feel to live in a silent world? I think that more than one of us has experienced the desire of wanting to silence people, so that they would stop talking or stop listening to the noise around them, as we have also forgotten the value that family has, the health of our body, the time we share with our loved ones. People who have lost one of their senses have learned to sharpen the others they possess and feel more with the heart, which allows them to perceive the world from a more human perspective, valuing everything they have around them. If each human being learned to recognize that everything around us has a divine origin and we learned to give thanks every day for the privilege of living and loving everything we do and have, we could hear all the sounds around us with joy and gratitude.

So beautiful!      Is the movement of the water, when I touch it with the tip of my finger; circles that open and grow away from me.

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SUSURRROS DE AMOR

Anoche me desperté llorando, porque soñé que tú te alejabas de mi y aunque parezca mentira; mientras dormía, como Julieta gritaba “Romeo, Romeo, donde estas que no te veo” ¡No te rías de mí! Porque fue una terrible pesadilla, pensar que te perdía.

¡Pero estoy junto a ti!  Y al despertar abro mis ojos, sintiendo tu aliento; mientras acaricio y veo tu cuerpo cálido a mi lado.  ¡Que maravilloso don y privilegio!  Poder despertarme, dándome cuenta de que es una maravillosa realidad ¡Tenerte para mí!

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WHISPERS OF LOVE

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.

But I am with you! And when I woke up, I opened my eyes and felt your breath; as I caressed and saw you next to me. What a wonderful gift and privilege! To be able to wake up, to realize that it was just an awful dream. That instead it is a wonderful reality. To have you for me!

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