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.
Who I am?

A few years ago, while I was talking to a group of people about how difficult it can be to define ourselves through the years we have lived, a brief silence formed that was interrupted when one of the people who was present stood up. He looked at me insistently, while with a sharp tone and directly, he asked me: Who I am? Then he just started crying.
THE PLACE WHERE THE DEAD AND THE LIVING GATHER SAFELY.
At the moment that Eve and Adam ate the forbidden fruit; they opened their minds to the knowledge of the arts, science, discovery, wisdom, the freedom to choose between good and evil, bringing about the consequence that their immortal bodies were transformed into a mortal and temporary state of life. In other words, they allowed death to become a part of their lives.
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WILL…

How many of you can define “WILL”? Because for me it is a total confusion to want to find the correct definition. “WILL” can be an affirmation, denial, noun, verb, question, answer, expression of admiration or simply the absolute truth of BEING.
THE CORN
The expression of amazement on a child’s face when they receive a pleasant surprise or discover something new for the first time, reflect the purity of his heart that overflows with joy; the innocence of his thoughts and the love that surrounds them.
THE PORTAL OF DREAMS

How difficult it is to open my eyes in front of the mirror of life, feeling trapped in an unreal world of fantasy. How afraid I am to see the reality that crashes against my chest, clouding my senses, as I face the cruelty of the world in which I live.
THUNDER AND LIGHTNING.
In my book, THE KING OF THE FARM, a reference is made to a storm in the first chapter: “The clouds darkened the sky, the thunder began to overshadow the silence, the morning turned black; suddenly there was the sound of lightning as a torrent of cold rain descended from the sky.”
How many times have we been in the middle of a storm? Feeling vulnerable and defenseless to the harmful effects received as consequences of our choices, decisions, or the mistakes we’ve made.
AUTUMN COLORS IN SPRING (THE END, PART XVII)
It is very common to hear that words are carried away by the wind, but actions from many occasions remain tattooed even in the soul. If we do not take care of our way of speaking, acting, or thinking when we interact with the people we love, we can cause wounds that remain open like living flesh embraced by the heat of the fire or marred by the salt of bitterness that corrodes the heart of those who have been victimized; consciously or unconsciously, we are the people that hurt whom we also love.
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IMAGES OF THE PAST
From a very young age I began doing different jobs. I think I was around five years old when I asked my father to buy me a shoe polishing box, because I wanted to start working and earn my own money. I was very happy when my father gave me my little box to shine shoes. So, I developed the job of a shiner for several weeks during which I was very successful, until the older shiners kicked me out of the central park of my town, since they got angry when they observed how people preferred to queue and wait for me to shine the shoes. I think that happened because of my age, since seeing me so small people felt motivated to give me their shoes so that I could shine them.
AUTUMN COLORS IN SPRING (PART XVI)

There are emotions that are difficult to bear or control due to the cataclysm they cause inside our bodies. Especially when they attack us directly in the heart. Human emotions are instantly aroused as positive or negative reactions to external influences that we cannot control. And although they can start as simple sparks of fire, they can grow uncontrollably, forcing our brain to suppress all bodily functions to avoid suffering from an intense pain that could destroy us completely.
