Joy, Fear, Confidence, Anger, Sadness, Friendship, Disgust Calm, Surprise, Shame, Enmity, Anticipation, Compassion, Kindness, Envy, Emulation, Contempt, Gratitude, Admiration, Pride, Jealousy, Sympathy, Obfuscation, Irritation…
A few years ago, my calendar was filled with holidays and frequent birthday celebrations every month. But as my journey through this world moves forward, birthday celebrations have dwindled, and my calendar is increasingly filled with the anniversaries of loved ones’ passing. And although I set out to write about various topics, seventy percent of the emails I receive are written with Silent Tears.
Once again, it is raining, and once again, I feel the urge to go out barefoot, to run through the rain and make paper boats. It seems I still do not understand—or perhaps I simply refuse to grasp—that I no longer have the steadfastness and security of your hand that makes me feel like a child again. And yet, despite this, I cannot forget those rainy days in my hometown when I clung to you, as you held my hand and ran through the rain right there beside me.
Judas Iscariot was his own Accuser, Judge, and Executioner. He showed himself no mercy when confronted by the dictates of his own conscience. He was likely tormented by terrible thoughts of guilt and feelings of deep anguish in his heart. And perhaps, out of shame, he lacked the courage to seek out his Creator and Master to plead for forgiveness—and thus find healing for his tormented existence. Feeling utterly alone—hated, perhaps, by the entire world—and finding neither solace nor any way to quell his emotional suffering, he made the decision to carry out his own sentence by taking his own life WITH HIS OWN HAND.
It is Holy Week, and as is the tradition in many parts of Latin America, the life, crucifixion, and resurrection of Jesus Christ are commemorated. And alongside all the religious observances come all the culinary traditions unique to this season.
Come to me as the tenderest thought—born of the purity of a sincere feeling—whenever you suffer in solitude.
The dictionary defines “LOVE” as an intense feeling inherent to human beings. Through love, human beings can sense, through impressions or stimuli, what other people feel. They acquire greater sensitivity to the point of sensing an event that may occur in the life of another human being. They develop the perception to appreciate, through action and effect, everything that surrounds them.
Last night I dreamt of you, and I could see your face. My body trembled with the emotion of simply being able to see you again…
Have you ever had a dream beating strongly within your heart, struggling to break free from your innermost being, to materialize and become something real that can live forever by your side and not remain a mere idea inside your brain? Continue reading “DREAM CREATOR”
As a Hispanic, I follow the Latin belief that cats have seven lives. Although in other cultures it is suggested that cats have six or nine lives. This has triggered a series of mythical, malevolent, good or bad luck, and even reincarnation stories around the world throughout centuries of human existence. But according to science, the mysticism of a cat’s seven lives is explained by its surprising bodily agility, anatomical structure, and multiple survival skills that help it overcome dangerous situations.
Every dawn is a warm awakening, renewing my existence as I feel the softness of your fingers caressing my lips. Breathing in the gentleness of your breath that dispels my tiredness. At the same time, the loving gaze of your eyes revitalizes my entire body, because I feed on you to continue living… Continue reading “I FEED ON YOU…”
EMOTIONS AND PAPER STRIPS 