I have heard many different definitions of the word love. I have read a variety of books that define the word love. I have seen many videos of people who claim to have the precise meaning of the word love. All affirm that their definition is true and then they disprove themselves by making a series of contradictions when speaking or expressing with corporal movements the meaning of the word love. For me, the word love is not defined by concepts, laboratory tests or scientific methods, since love is a feeling that lives with the soul and is always demonstrated in all places where those that I care for are nearby.
LOVE … BETWEEN TEARS AND LAUGHTER!!!
Today as I looked towards the sky … And I felt that the wind that played with my hair was as cold as ice.
A few days ago I shared a little about my childhood; this time I will write a little more about myself and I want to say that, although I have not published anything in the last weeks, I have responded directly to the letters I received and as promised I will write a little more about my life in some of my publications for the people who have requested it.
The dictionary has a great diversity of answers as meanings of the word magic, and most of them are related to hidden things of a dark nature contrary to natural laws. But after reading many stories and topics about it, I summarized the meaning of the word magic as the fascination caused by the enchanting nature of a thing that makes us forget reality through the ability to awaken feelings, with which we try to produce positive results in a situation. Through wisely manipulating the elements around us to enchant and produce the MAGIC OF LOVE.
Who moved the photograph? The photograph, that every morning when I woke up, I observed hanging on the wall; in front of my bed. The photograph, which reminded me of how happy I was! And how happy I want to be again!
In this special time, it is good to know a bit of history to get to know the true meaning of Christmas.
In a motivational seminar that I taught, a person stood up and approached me. She approached me screaming, “How can I feel motivated? If, every day that passes I get older?” Then she took off her wristwatch and smashed it against the ground, adding, “How can I stop the time?” I moved toward her, embracing her tightly. I said to her: “Feel free because when you break your watch you have freed yourself from the pressure exerted on you as you see how time goes with the light of day. Cry about everything you want.” I helped her to sit down and I smiled at her. After the seminar we talked. She shared everything she felt. I explained that we must learn to accept ourselves as we are at each stage of our life, to learn to enjoy and be grateful for each day lived because no one can stop the time!
Have you ever imagined, how it would feel to live in a silent world? I think that more than one of us has experienced the desire of wanting to silence people, so that they would stop talking or stop listening to the noise around them, as we have also forgotten the value that family has, the health of our body, the time we share with our loved ones. People who have lost one of their senses have learned to sharpen the others they possess and feel more with the heart, which allows them to perceive the world from a more human perspective, valuing everything they have around them. If each human being learned to recognize that everything around us has a divine origin and we learned to give thanks every day for the privilege of living and loving everything we do and have, we could hear all the sounds around us with joy and gratitude.
Last night I woke up crying, because I dreamed that you were walking away from me and although it may seem unreal; you were sleeping, as Juliet shouted “Romeo, Romeo, where are you that I do not see you?” Do not laugh at me! Because it was a terrible nightmare, to think that I was losing you.
When I read the story of Fausto (A very original story of a man who tirelessly seeks happiness); I found it SURPRISING that he found that happiness he so longed for, in the service he performed in favor of other people. It was then that I remembered when I was a child I was terrified of growing up and losing the wonderful piece of the world that surrounded me. The company of my parents, the jokes of my brothers, the games with my friends. All the words of tenderness and the loving way with which they spoke to me. 
EMOTIONS AND PAPER STRIPS 