
Once again, it is raining, and once again, I feel the urge to go out barefoot, to run through the rain and make paper boats. It seems I still do not understand—or perhaps I simply refuse to grasp—that I no longer have the steadfastness and security of your hand that makes me feel like a child again. And yet, despite this, I cannot forget those rainy days in my hometown when I clung to you, as you held my hand and ran through the rain right there beside me.

Last night I dreamt of you, and I could see your face. My body trembled with the emotion of simply being able to see you again…

Two months have passed since I shared my most recent publication. My computer, keyboard, and desktop are covered in dust. It seems incredible, but every time I touch the keyboard, the dust sticks to my fingers. Leaving traces semi-tarnished by the density of feelings dormant between memories and tears, which gently awaken from dreams almost forgotten in time.
I do not teach religion, nor do I profess perfection or holiness. But I do like to share conceptual and educational aspects that help us obtain spiritual, economic, professional, or academic progress or that help us obtain personal satisfaction and happiness in whatever circumstances we are living in.

I’ve been asked why I’m not posting with the same frequency. Why am I so absent from the various activities in which I like to participate?
As a child, I learned through observing photos, drawings, geographical charts and reading that we must learn to respect Mother Nature. We must learn to feel love for her and demonstrate that love by taking care of all the natural elements that exist around us.
A pleasant mix of smells of cinnamon, apple, banana leaves and seasonings coming from the kitchen; interacted harmoniously with the unmistakable smell of fresh pine, recently spread all over the floor of the house, forming the magical CHRISTMAS perfume.