January 02 in the year 2021, 8:26 at night, the Christmas tree lights are off, as well as all the lights I put it up outside the house. Standing in front of the Christmas tree, I have not yet decided whether to press the button that allows the current to pass through all the electrical installations, so the Christmas lights will shine to eliminate the darkness of the room. And thus, allow the spirit of Christmas to last until next January 6, where in some countries, many celebrate Kings Day.
In an instant, their gazes intertwined. Manuel said nothing when he was discovered by Lark. The strong impression that Lark received when seeing her father cheat on Hilda, caused her heart to clench full of disappointment, wrapped in an unpleasant acidity that ate away at her feelings.
The light of the new day began to shine on Jutiapa, dissipating shadows of confusion and pain with the warmth of the sun, which energetically began its ascent over the sky. The birds began to sing in their nests. The flowers to spread their scent. The cold wind of the morning moved the branches of the trees and the neighborhood rooster filled the environment with its song. It seemed that the sunlight enveloped everything it touched; inviting each person who was preparing to go to work to feel the perfection of the new day in their heart.
As the land of Tara is Jutiapa for me.
A place where I renew my energy and my spirit is strengthened as each cell of my body is enlivened in harmony with my religious beliefs, giving me the opportunity to feel closer to God, through the unbreakable friendships of my childhood and youth; evoking my teenage days, when fortified ties were woven into shared experiences with each one of those, who through time have remained immovable in a fraternal feeling of love, reciprocated service and pleasantly shared moments.
I am tied to your life … As if the umbilical cord had never been cut.
In the journey of life there are trips that are short and other trips that are long. However, standing with your head up is very difficult when you feel as if your whole being is breaking into pieces.
The definition of the word Mrs. according to the dictionary is: “Courtesy term used to address a woman whose name is unknown or does not want to be mentioned. It is also a term that is placed before the name or surname of a woman who enjoys authority from the position she holds or because she is married. “
Almost all written romantic stories, such as soap opera stories or movies, end at the peak of love between the protagonists, creating time-honored stereotypes of what love is as a couple.
Personally, I really like romantic stories, especially those that end with the repetitive phrase of “AND THEY LIVED HAPPYLY EVER AFTER.”
LIVE TO DIE.
An expression a bit complex to explain and very difficult to understand when you live tied to the memories of an unpleasant past, failures, lies or the undeniable pain that the suffering of having been beaten, humiliated, excluded or simply ignored by someone when you were looking for love and understanding.
A lot has been written about the moon since the world was created, and its beauty continues to inspire countless numbers of people who develop their talents. Creating wonderful works thanks to Mrs. Moon. I am no exception to its undeniable beauty and inspirational power, especially when it comes to talking about the word “LOVE”.
I know I have not been writing often and for those who have asked me, why? I want to tell you that I have been working on the edition of my book “El Aguanima de Peten” and at the same time on the process of converting “The King of the Farm” into a book. Both books will be published very soon. But here I share this publication that I wrote one night when I dreamed that my brother-in-law and his little daughter were reunited after a long time of being separated.