Sitting on an empty table, holding in my right hand a little bag full of coins, with my gaze fixed on the jukebox of the only canteen in my neighborhood. I was thinking about… what would be the next song I would select to listen to? While my heart was shaking and the blood in my veins was burning to the beat of the music. I was about nine years old and didn’t know the word shame. So, no matter what the drunks said, I sang at the top of my lungs following the musical notes of the song the jukebox was playing at that moment.
zás, ¿Alguna vez tuvieron la oportunidad de ver la película navideña de los juguetes olvidados? Yo si escúchese el cuento y me emocione viendo la película. También recuerdo que había una película animada acerca de los juguetes rechazados. Todos los personajes pasaron diversas aventuras en las cuales sufrieron mucho, pero al final encontraban la forma de ser felices.
During the month of September, I have not made weekly publications with the frequency that I am used to doing so, since I have been visiting different people who have requested it because of the need they have to be heard and express their feelings without fear of being judged or criticized.
EMOTIONS AND PAPER STRIPS 