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?
A friend of mine told me, “I haven’t seen you for a while. Are you OK? I am asking you that because I see you down, and your eyes lack the intensity of the light with which they used to shine. Remember that you have a very strong potential to achieve what you set out to do, so if you need to cry… cry until you feel better.”

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.

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.
Remember me on rainy days. When the rain surprises you as you walk down the street, because when you feel the cold drops sliding on your skin… You will be able to feel the heat of my body, Keeping you warm!
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.

The sound of the wind mixes with your laughter like the musical notes that brighten my life. Your face shines like the morning dew when illuminated by the sun. I see you run, jump, and dance to the beat of your favorite song that melodiously comes out of your lips.
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.
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.