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.
HAPPY BOY….

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.
DO NOT STOP…

What is most important? It was a question that came up in the middle of a conversation. The sounds of the words that made up that question fleetingly dissipated nebulously in the environment, at the same time that they entered the thoughts of all those present at that meeting.
I’M NOT HAPPY.
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.
FIFTEEN YEARS.
The expression, “LIFE IS A DREAM” can have various meanings that define it or forms of expression that exemplify the feelings of people in a specific emotional state during a certain period of their lives.
SEA FOAM

The first time my eyes saw the immensity of the sea, my heart almost literally exploded inside my chest. I don’t remember how old I was, but I had already heard many fantastic stories about sea monsters that lived at the bottom of the sea. Tales of beautiful mermaids who, with their charms, attacked the crew of ships that entered their waters. The story of the giant white whale. Pirate adventures in search of treasures and the many love stories that took place on the shores of the beach.
TIME TO TIME
As we dined celebrating my daughter Amy’s twenty-first birthday, in the midst of conversations full of laughter; She asks me, “How has it been for you to see us grow? I want to know because I turned 21 today.” I replied, “If I give you the answer right now, you’re going to start crying.” So, we started laughing and continued eating.
JOSEPH…
The Bible does not mention how old Joseph was when he married Mary. Nor when Jesus was born. It doesn’t even mention how old he was when he died. In fact, very little was written about Joseph despite the fact that his presence as husband, head of the family and the putative father of Jesus Christ was transcendental in God’s plans.
AUTUMN COLORS IN SPRING (THE END, PART XVII)
It 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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AUTUMN COLORS IN SPRING (PART XV)
It 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.
