During the last few weeks, I have been very busy with a lot of things to do. We are moving, and I haven’t been able to post as often as I like to, but I haven’t stopped writing. So, very soon I will begin to publish new stories, poems, and articles that I know you will like.
Listening without being able to talk is like feeling without being able to touch …
Trying so that my voice does not break when something inside me dies, is like making
a tear sound like an explosion in the silence that surrounds me …
Before attending Kindergarten, I had already learned to read, although it seems hard to believe that it was true. My mother had a business where she sold all kinds of books and magazines. The books included a wide variety of topics; love, fiction, romance, documentaries, history, politics, nature, science, and all kinds of picture books, which allowed me to enter a world full of fantasy, emotions, and knowledge.
The cold morning wind moved gently in all directions over Lark’s body, which shuddered when the wind touched her skin, giving her the chills. The songbirds were heard in the surrounding environment and the first rays of the sun hit Lark’s face, hurting her closed eyes; forcing her into opening her sleepy eyelids that had been crusted shut by the small droplets of salty water that had remained between her eyes after she had shed many tears.
There are 35 days left until we celebrate “Mother’s Day”, 77 days to “Father’s Day”, 128 days to “My birthday”, 264 days to “Christmas” and I can keep adding events such as graduations, vacations, weddings, and many more that are scheduled to take place on specific dates. These events occur in our lives in a normal way, they can be transitory or sometimes repetitive. It is also common to observe how television, radio and all businesses remind us of the time remaining for a holiday and begin reminding us of urgent need to prepare by buying what is necessary for our celebration to be successful through a constant “REGRESSIVE ACCOUNT OF THE DAYS” that we still experience when these festivities, events or triumphs are achieved.
Lark was silent while Hilda stroked her hair and wet it with the tears of pain that flowed from her eyes because of the suffering that was reflected on Lark’s face. Hilda did not say anything either, since she also suffered when she saw that Lark’s eyes lacked their own light, overshadowed by an immense sadness that came from the depths of her heart. Both were wrapped in a silence that did not need to be interrupted with words because they understood each other through the feeling of Hilda’s love, communicating directly heart to heart.
Have you ever received unexpected news that has left you speechless, stunned, leaving total silence throughout your environment in its wake?
Have you ever experienced the pleasant sensation of being silent, contemplating the expressions and attitudes of your loved one, while speaking to them face to face?
Desolation, helplessness, suffering, and immense sadness formed a whirlwind of pain that remained in Lark’s heart after Irene’s death. Emotions that destroyed all the happiness within her being. Ridding her of love and disabling her reaction capacity, enslaving her inside a black abyss, whose depth threatened to create an intense emptiness in her soul; where little by little all light faded, and the strength of her spirit was lost.
As you read the title of this publication, you may be focusing on the business, academic or economic aspects of your and come to assume that you are going to read about how to achieve success and prosperity in the different projects that you have undertaken.
But this time I want to ask you to focus when reading this publication on how to achieve success within yourself; spiritually, physically, intellectually, and emotionally to feel protected from the pandemic and to keep the good spirit in your life amid new restrictions, norms and laws that are protecting our health in the most normal way possible.
Feeling unprotected, humiliated, and suffering intense physical and emotional pain, Lark lay on the ground all night, mourning her unfortunate situation, while her whole being yearned for the warmth of her father’s house and Hilda’s arms, where she always founds love and comfort. Lark yearned for the happiness she always received through her family.