La Estancia. Come and Stay!!

i looove technology. I've been thinking of a way to combine writing and my favorite spot in the city in one of my blogs for a while, but the idea of just bringing something heavier than a phone just knocked the other one down... That until me (silly me) discovered that I can actually blog through my mobile. So BoOM!! Here it comes my first blog from my favorite place in this city.


If you guys could just see what I see now, you will definitely know what is this place about. A beautiful old house in the middle of the crowd city, part museum, part garden where children, parents, single people, couples, grand parents, all of us follow the harmony of the place to have our best performances in this place of sounds!!
What sounds can you hear in here?? The birds singing, kids laughing, adults talking, and some of us just breathing!! Amazing how even the inner voices have a loud mic to speak!! And I can't avoid to wonder why is it not like this everywhere?? Why can't we all bring this good spirit outside of these walls?? Is it actually too hard to think outloud in this concrete jungle where we live?? Maybe not... Maybe... So the bad side of being here, yeah it does have a bad side... Going back to reality! Stupid reality where some people believe they're more than others, where laughs are prohibited and thoughts control!!

So while I'm here I'll profit this few hours to just let myself go and think... Or not think.. Clear my mind, breathe and take all I can from here so I can deal with there!! I think, I think you should come with here too ;)

WhAt Do I wAnT????

FIVE FOR FIGHTING

"I Just Love You"

Lonely, yeah that's the word
I leave my heart when I leave her
The days go on forever and the nights do too

One evening out on the road
A half a world away from home
I thought she was sleeping
When the call came through

I said, Darling, it's late, is everything ok
Silence took over the room
Til she said

I... I just Love You
I Don't Know Why, I Just Do
When are you coming home
I'm coming home soon
And I just love you too

Lonely lets me be
For a while she sets me free
I close my eyes and I dream of her

She's lost in my arms
Her head on my heart
And softly she whispers the words

I...I just Love You
I Don't Know Why, I Just Do
When are you coming home
I'm coming home soon
And I just love you too

I'll never stop being amazed
How my 4-year old girl knows exactly what to say

I, I just Love You
I Don't Know Why, I Just Do
When are you coming home
I'm coming home soon
Cause I just love you too

And.. Yellow Flowers ♥.♥

Affirmations toward the Future

So, here I am… Midnight, totally sleepless, and thinking about too many things…

One of the questions in my head came this afternoon and it’s directly related with the future. I went with my cousins to visit these friends at the beach today and we were talking about a lot of things in general, but one in particular still remains as an open question to me. My friend is gonna be a Daddy pretty soon; totally committed to his couple, he told me he was already buying a house and asking for a transference to a less active job in order to be closer to home… Then another friend also mentioned his time for commitment has come as well. ‘You know, we’re not getting any younger so we need to build the foundations of a coming future before it takes us by surprise’ and some other phrases like such took place in our chat. And I couldn’t stop myself from wondering: what about my future? Should I wait for that committing time to start building it? I know I’ve been putting some foundations already, but are those strong enough to stay up when that time comes? Thanks heaven no one asked about me and my future because I certainly had still not answer for such question.

After our meeting, I came back home happy but still with doubts. So, trying hardly again to avoid thinking too much about things I can’t control, as future, I go for some internet meaningless surf and found again some very ‘meaningful’ things. Contradictions, contradictions! Some hopeful emails, some cheer ups quotes, some nice apartments, some interesting rates, and some affirmations that I might not be the only one person wondering now what’s about to come? What’s next? Will I be able to deal with it?

Therefore, my answer to the future big question is: who cares? I think sometimes we push ourselves so bad to look forward to the future that we forget to live the present, the one single moment that actually matters because all the rest is to fate and destiny to sort out! I had such a great day today, I got wet by the rain and took back to our Childhood, got to be by the Ocean and be fulfilled of all its energy. I met great people, had great time, and got great pics, so why to forget these many things to concentrate in that only one thing I don’t have: answers toward the future?


I don’t know what’s next, I don’t know who’s next, and I don’t know how much time from one thing to other to happen… but what I know is that from now on (public commitment) I will live the day by day, I will keep working on the foundations for whatever has to come and hope for the best they are the right ones. Whatever comes, I know I’ll be able to face it ‘cuz I was born to be a warrior! So let’s be like the waves, up and down, big and small, soft or strong, but still all beautiful and all sure at the end they will ALL hit the shore with their perfect movement.

Peace

Selfish? Me?

There are certain things in life you never want to see, hear, think, realize; one of those, and probably the one that causes the most impact is catching yourself into an adjective you never thought could describe you: Selfish.
In a regular world, where good is good and bad is bad, the correct way to behave is on behalf of your neighbor (according to what Jesus taught, for Christians). Another support for this “good behavior” might be supported by the universal law of karma, if you give something good you receive something good in return… if you! But is it actually ALWAYS on the other person behalf? Is it always just about giving? Is it?

For some un-remembered reason I’ve been questioning myself about all I mentioned above, and I came to the sadly true fact that even when I try to do something good for no reason, there is always a reason! So I can’t stop wondering how selfish I can actually be… Should I explain more? Ok, let’s use the same example that caught my attention: a gift! Something special for someone special… I try to get the best for that person, something that him/her really likes...something that makes him/her feel special; something that whenever this person sees it makes it think of me! Yup, the selfish act finally shows up: “Think of me whenever you see it, ‘cuz I was so awesome and generous to give you this” (TOTALLY SELFISH).

Another example? I will use a very common action to illustrate it; I go on the subway, very comfy after a long heels day at work, and this old lady comes close to me, I feel I should stand up and offer her my place so I do that and she sits. But it doesn’t necessarily end there because she needs to say thank you at least, right? And what if this old lady is one of those people that simply don’t recognize good deeds? Well if that were the case, I probably will not yell at her but I definitely would be upset because of her lack of good manners, because: Hello!! I stood up for her! So, here I am, doing a good deed yes, but waiting for it “minimal” (but still) recognition! I certainly know both of these examples might sound shallow and all… but seriously I haven’t found yet an unselfish deed and doing non-unselfish deeds, don’t that make us selfish?? I guess we live in a world where Joey is right!

Now, that of course shouldn’t stop us from trying to do well to others. In my modest opinion, good things attract good things too. So if by wanting a smile, a hug, a nice greeting, a thank you and any other kind of recognition after doing something good, and also if that’s gonna bring joy to MY life, makes ME feel good, and want to share some more good deeds with OTHERS… yes I’m selfish!! What about you??

So, WhAt'S iF hE's NoT tHaT into YOU?

I don't know if it's the weather, our daily routines, or just Mercury Retrograde, but a lot of people are splitting up, divorcing, avoiding commitments, staying away from trying... it's a current situation nowadays, and i can't avoid being sad about it. I mean, being a single person in this not commitments jungle is nothing you want to be... and it gives you a lot to think about it... and fears always take place. I'm particularly going through one of those days everything is hopeless, nothing makes you feel happy or satisfied...It’s weird and frustrating to feel like in a crystal box, seeing your life passing by and not being able to reach that very own thing you want. I’m sure you understand what I’m saying better than I do. It’s a constant search for movement, action, emotion; it’s the necessity of feeling alive even when you totally feel you’re not… hmm, in chicks talk is like having a really bad hair day permanently? Yeah… awful! And you meet that person you think will help you out with this, but hey… it was not, so you move to the next one that looks like yes… but no… and no and no… discovering at the end of the day that you have to go through this by your own, ´cuz you’re alone!

And what happens when we go on those days?? Everything has a “double” meaning even when it doesn’t, you wanna cry and scream for everything and for nothing, chocolate doesn’t make you happy but guilty, you hate your closet and all in it, and ( as I just discovered) shopping far from happy makes you feel worst. So what to do when every little thing in your world is falling into pieces, how could you find that happy thought that makes you fly again? Where’s that superhero that is gonna save you from yourself?

All these questions have a different answer, depending on us. But, there are certain things that can help to find them or feel better meanwhile… First: Stay away from food, don’t eat ‘cuz you can but ‘cuz you’re hungry or later you’ll regret that too. Second: If past is what bothers you, just leave it where it belongs, in the past; those things you did or didn’t do can’t be changed now, but what you can do about it is learning from them, and trying to avoiding, experiencing or repeating them according to the case. Third (and maybe one of the most important I’ve learnt) Do not try to fulfill feelings for things. A wise person told me this weekend, when you substitute feelings for things you gain nothing because when you got that thing you think would make you feel better, you’ll be very disappointed to see that far from feeling satisfied the emptiness remains with you. So go for those things that really matter, not objects but impressions!

And finally… think about what really matters, YOU! Being inactive will not give you happiness, but running after things (or people) won’t do it either… We live in a perfect Universe, so let it roll! Don’t stop reading the signs, but try to be clear while doing it… ‘Cuz as one of my favorite movies say: Sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs... And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.

Yo también me enamoré de un Backstreet Boy

¿Cuánt@s de nosotr@s no hemos tenido alguna vez un amor platónico? Un ser maravilloso, hermoso y perfecto según nuestro criterio quien sería capaz de hacernos felices con el solo hecho de tenerlo cerca tan solo por algunos minutos. Ese sueño adolescente de unirnos a esos personajes de tele y revistas q nos robaba los suspiros… Ahhhh, que bonito es ser adolescente y soñar con eso… pero (si, siempre hay un pero) ¿qué pasa cuando ya no somos tan adolescentes y aun seguimos sonando con esos seres fantásticos? Debo confesar que yo tuve uno de esos chicos maravillosamente perfectos en mi mente y corazón por muuuchoo mucho tiempo, y por el título de este blog, ya deben imaginarse de quien se trata: A Backstreet Boy, Alright!
No es que deba justificar mis amores platónicos o algo así, pero honestamente ¿quién no se enamoraría de un tipo como maravillosamente perfecto, como lo dije arriba? Solamente pillen esto y sabrán de que hablo: Cara de Ángel, con la voz más hermosa y armoniosamente perfecta que haya escuchado, Ojos azules como el mar, cabellos de querubines rubios, estatura perfecta, cuerpo perfecto, la sonrisa más linda que alguien pueda tener jamás… just PERFECT! Y si fuera poco todo eso, además le escuchaba a diario decir cosas como: “I’ll never break your heart, I’ll never make you cry, i’d rather die than live without you” o “I don’t have a fancy car, but to get to you i’d walk thousand miles” y aunque vivíamos tan lejos el uno del otro, pues no importaba porque él también dijo: “I'd go anywhere for you, Anywhere you asked me to. I'd do anything for you, Anything you want me to”, “Just to be closed, just to be closed to you”. “I want you to be the only thing that I see ‘cuz I believe it's our destiny” “You're my shining star,
that is what you are there is no one like you baby” “How do you prove the sky is blue, the oceans wide? All I know is how I feel, when I look into your eyes I promise you, from the bottom of my heart I will love you till death do us part I promise you as a lover and a friend I will love you like I never love again with everything that I am”
Además de todas esas cosas hermosas que decía (o cantaba, da igual, ¿no?) también mencionaba cosas como: “If I don't have you to hold on to I can't go on in this world alone Baby it's true. If you say goodbye, girl I would die I'm a star with no light, a day with no night If I don't have you” “it's true, without you I would fall apart”… y como estoy totalmente en contra del suicidio, y me partia el corazón pensar q podia venirse abajo sin mi, pues no tuve otra opción. Tuve que creerle y convertirlo en el amor de mi vida! Y hasta aquí todo va bien. Después de todo, no solo me enamore de un Backstreet Boy, sino que además del mejor de ellos. Sin embargo, a pesar de ser perfecto, nuestra relación tuvo muchos altibajos q me trajeron de vuelta a la realidad. El primer problema q tuvimos fue económico, mi chico 10 estaba teniendo más éxito que nunca en el ámbito profesional, era un rey midas en la mejor de sus interpretaciones, pero yo iba de mal en peor, no había forma de que estuviera cerca de él sin pagar el precio que eso significaba: montón de dinero semanal en revistas, y cualquier otra publicación que tuviera la cara del amor de mi vida como portada; los cds donde podría escuchar la voz de mi amor, que claro no suena igual en copias piratas, así que necesitaba tener el original, que además tenía la foto de mi amado con su firma estampada en ella. No estábamos en el mismo bote, pero aun así nuestro amor podía salir a flote, o sea todas las parejas pasan por ese tipo de problemas, así que esa sería una prueba que podríamos superar.
Nuestro segundo reto, seria romper las distancias que nos separaban. Yo por supuesto entendía que dado que estaba teniendo tanto éxito en su vida profesional debía ser paciente y esperar hasta que el pudiera venir a visitarme, o podría prepararme para ir a verle, y eso estaba haciendo, preparándome para partir a ver a mi amado, cuando surgió el tercer y más grande de nuestros problemas que acabo definitivamente con nuestra relación: una nueva chica! Me entere de esto por medio de las costosas revistas semanales, y de verás rompió mi corazón el saber que mi amor estaba con otra porque sabía que tipo de persona era él, de aquellos que se comprometen una vez y para siempre, o sea de los príncipes azules que no se van con blancanieves si pertenecen al cuento de cenicienta, o viceversa. Nuestra relación había llegado a su fin.
Claro a diferencia de otras relaciones, las verdaderas por ejemplo, esto no podía considerarse como engaño, no cuando una de las partes de una relación no sabe siquiera que es parte de la misma. Así que acá no cabía la posibilidad de la hoguera con el montón de cosas ardiendo para matar el despecho y todo el tiempo perdido. No se valía apoyarte de tus amigas, porque pues no fue como que te cortaron cortaron. No se valía ahogarte en alcohol barato (o caro), o salir con el amigo del amigo para dar celos, o cualquier otra cosa de esa que hacemos cuando terminamos una relación. The dream was over! Ya no sería la Sra. Littrell (Claro que era Brian, ¿quien más podría haber sido?) Así que me toco volver a la tierra de sopetón y convertirme nuevamente en otra fan más.

Lo bueno es que cuando tienes 17 años, las heridas como esa sanan más rápido de lo que esperas, en pocos días ya tenía en mente el próximo que me rompería el corazón, claro que yo no lo sabía puesto que había decidido escoger alguien más “accesible” que mi adorado Brian, y el fue lo más parecido que encontré. Lo malo es que por mucho tiempo lo único que hice fue comparar a cualquiera que se me acercara con aquel ser casi perfecto (casi porque ahora estaba casado y no conmigo) y claro ninguno llegaba a sus zapatos siquiera, porque ninguno era él, así de sencillo. Así que poco a poco las exigencias se fueron reduciendo, a medida que experiencias iban y venían, y pues mi amor platónico solo quedo como aquel ser perfecto que sabes que existe pero que no es para ti… pero… honestamente aun me resisto a creerlo, porque todos no tenemos derecho a tener esa persona con quien soñamos, que al final no es otra cosa que nuestra alma gemela? Esa persona que complementara nuestras vidas y las hará mejores, esa que preferiría rasgarse en mil pedazos el suyo propio antes de romperte el corazón y por la cual nosotros también escogeríamos esa opción? Yo sí creo que hay un backstreet boy para cada una de nosotras chicas (y para los chicos, aquella mujer maravilla con la que soñaban de jóvenes). Lo único que debemos hacer es mantener nuestros ojos bien abiertos para poder reconocer a nuestro chic@ unmistakable, es que, si lo dice Brian, no me queda otra que creerle:

Unmistakable

Anytime, anywhere, anyplace
You could be anyone today
Maybe I would recognize you On a crowded street

Maybe you'll take me by surprise
Will you be the one I had in mind

Chorus
There'll come a day
When you'll walk out of my dreams
Face to face
Like I'm imagining
Baby how can I be sure
That you're the one I'm waiting for
Will you be unmistakable

Unmistakable

People say we're watching our lives
Through a glass
Desperately waiting on a chance
I know you're out there
Holding on, holding out for me

How are we to know the time is right
What if you're here and I'm just blind

Chorus

How can I know a song I never heard
How will I know your voice
When you haven't said a word

How do I know how this will end
Before we begin

Before we begin

There'll come a day
When you walk out of my dreams

Face to face (face to face)
Like I'm imagining (Like I'm imagining)
Baby, how can I be sure (how can I be sure)
That you're the one I'm waiting for (You're the one I'm waiting for)
Will you be (will you be)
Will you be (will you be)


Unmistakable
Unmistakable

WHERE IS THE LOVE???

I know most of you like me have asked yourself that question at indefinite occasions. Every day, I wake up and go out to walk on life’s street asking myself: where’s the love? Where’s my love? Will I ever get it? Even tonight, after watching this Romantic Comedy, I came back to my room and ask the same questions… Where is the love??
Now, when I stop being selfish for a minute, and don’t think about myself, and this fairy tale love, and all the pink clouds, only when that happens, I open my eyes to see the world, and guess what? I keep asking myself the same question: where is the love?
I’ll allow myself to tell you the story of this family and very quickly of what’s going on in their lives and then I’ll let you be the one to judge. Seven people living in the same place, sharing the space, the food, the blood, they are all called Mom, Dad, Brother 1, Sister 1, Sister 2, Brother 2, and Sister 3.
Mom doesn’t work, with five kids she definitely needs to stay at home to take care of them and “teach” them good manners, you know the kind of stuff our moms teach us. Dad, yes he works, a lot some times, and is in charge of “supporting” the family. Brother 1, he’s old enough to have a degree and move away from home, but he’s still there. Sister 1, ohh she’s the pretty one of the family; close to her twenties, she enjoys her beauty at the MAXIMUM. Sister 2, hmmm… I don’t know how to call her, maybe the smarter; I’ll tell you later why. Brother 2, a little rascal with a good heart. Sister 3, she’s definitely the Angel of the house. And so far, so good! A dreamy family, with enough kids not too many, not few… just enough, all healthy at some point; however something really really important is missing to them, the love!
This night Dad came back home, drunk like every day, while mom is out doing some errands. 3 of the kids were at home, Brother 1, Sister 1 and the Angel. Sister 2 had move out long time ago with her teenage boyfriend, though she keeps going back home every time she needs new clothes and stuff, isn’t she smart? And Brother 2 is just visiting his good aunt that takes every little opportunity she has to keep the youngest kids as far as possible of “home sweet home” So, Sister 1 and Brother 1 don’t even know their own names of the highest they are with this latest breathe… yeah, that kind of breathe that burns your neurons one by one, until leaving you with that neuron that says you’re beauty and the other one that says you’re strong! And when Dad comes in, it starts 'la segunda del noveno'. Daddy doesn’t find anything to eat ‘cuz the kids were too busy finding the white powder, you know it goes more and more expensive every time you want to get some. Daddy gets mad and starts yelling at them, so they suddenly “wake up” and leave that trance to start yelling back at him. Mom comes in, while they’re in the middle of a fight, just in the right time to see how things start flying over each other, and by things I mean those that can easily hurt you. And then Strong man (Brother 1) and Beauty (Daughter 1) forgot what family means and starts hitting this alcoholic, drowsy, lousy man called Dad. But hitting with our hands sometimes is not enough, so bites are welcome too, and all heavy tools that can definitely make him shout up and leave us alone. At the end of the scene, mom is in the middle ‘cuz sometimes enough is enough and this time it was enough! Dad, he’s on the floor with a broken leg (Brother 1 made sure to leave the house just immediately after he broke it), an unrecognizable face after all the brushes and bites, and definitely a broken heart. And Miss Beauty, well she needs to introduce herself and talk with these handsome guys that came into the house after hearing mom’s screams with their suitable blue uniform… sorry Beauty but you need to come with us, one of them said! Alright, I hope you’re asking yourself the same two questions I did after listening to this thriller story: Where was Angel? And where was the Love??? Angel was too busy praying in the room for those screams to stop when the police came in to arrest her older Sister and take what is left of Daddy to the nearest ER. And Love?? Love has gone away years ago, when Daddy was too busy drinking and partying to check that Strong Guy wasn’t attending elementary school, when Beauty decided to leave the house for the first time with a man that doubled her age and that kicked her away few months after, when Mommy and Daddy didn’t attend her Angel prayers for better parents.
Like this story, we have thousands every day in my country, in our continent, in our world. Governments are too busy thinking about how to rise chicken in a flat, to check those small tiny details, mom’s are always busy wondering what new trick they’ll learn this week to give something to eat to her kids, while Daddy is of course too busy spending on alcohol the money he gained with so much effort, because yes it’s not easy to spend 10 hours working under a car as a mechanic, so it’s very appropriate he spends his money in what he wants, right? And kids, where are them? Who’s really taking care of them? If it is a lucky family, these kids will learn how to take care of themselves, how to face life and they’ll do whatever it takes to break that circle they’re living in for a better future; but if there is not such luck (and that’s a highest percentage of the cases) they will eventually become Mr. Strong, Miss Beauty, and little Angel.
I guess i had nothing to else say but quoting one of my favorite groups the Black Eyed Peas:
Father, father, father help us
Send some guidance from above
People got me got me questioning
Where is the love?

HaVe YoU lOsT yOuR MuChNeSS??

How could I possible know if I’ve lost it or not when I actually don’t know what muchness means? I know this might be the first question that crosses your mind, so let’s start from the beginning by clarifying what muchness means or at least get close to it.

Tim Burton has become a legend for the movies world by his dark, mysterious, tricky, twisted, different way to tell us a story. And yes, I’m his fan too. So as a good fan I just couldn’t lose the chance to see his version of this classic fable Alice in Wonderland.

My expectations were totally high towards this movie; I just couldn’t wait for the premier day. And the day finally came!!! So, I went to see the movie. And for my very own surprised I found not only what I was expecting to see, but even more. As the original story was meant to be, it’s full of metaphors of our life, or at least I want to think it was like that.

Now, what does it have to do with the muchness?? Alright, that was one of my favorite phrases in the movie. In this scene where the Hatter meets Alice for the second time, he asks her a serie of question concerning her abilities, and at the end of the conversation, quite disappointed by her answers, he just says: “You used to be much muchier before. Yes you were much more Alice the last time we met. You have lost your muchness” … Alright, i forgot to mention it before, but this Alice we’re talking about now is a 19 years old young lady now and about to marriage a guy she dislikes for her family health. It’s not the girl that was once at Wonderland, taking with the flowers, following a rabbit and singing the very merry unbirthday just for fun. Now she thinks that was just a dream… ‘cuz real life, that’s another stuff.

So, what’s real life?? How do we lose ourselves to sometimes unrecognizable people? How do we lose our muchness??? I think I found the answers hidden in the movie as well… One scene present those who belong to the court of the Red Queen with some anomalies, and that’s why they were accepted in that place, but at the end all these things were as false as the own red kingdom. Now, my question is, do we lose our muchness to become strangers even to ourselves just to be accepted in a false kingdom too?? Sometimes we do, sometimes we do!!

I hate Stilettos… I really do!! I mean they’re lovely, and we look totally different by wearing them, the right ones of course, but it darm hurts while wearing them… do you think we don’t know that?? Ohh we do, but still do it because because… and the same goes to surgeries, some clothes, hair styles and make up… all that is part of a “beautifying” process, beautifying to whom?? To you? To someone else? To the false kingdom? Why? Honestly, I have not the answer to that question. I’m a fan of makeup and fashion, so I’m part of that “beauty” world; and still I couldn’t avoid to feel at some point like that woman with the fake nose in her hand trying to justify why she was wearing it and pointing the others to “save” herself at the same time… quite disappointing feeling!

What am I going to do about it?? That’s another hard question to answer. Probably nothing, because at some point I just can’t deny I like that girl on the stilettos, suffering for the cause… the cause of feeling accepted, part of the group, admired, and sometimes just sometimes love too. But what I can do, it’s also bring this tennis shoes on my Versace bag and switch my shoes right just when the DJ plays the first song, and ENJOY the rest of the party getting back my muchness again… what do you think???

Bloody Valentine's Day!!

Ain't this the title of a movie?? I don't know... I just thought about it now... if it is so, credits to that title!
Yesterday after coming back from our Carnival’s break, which was also Valentine’s weekend (Masks= Coincidences?) I saw this picture at Memo’s facebook and I couldn’t avoid laughing for like half an hour It was just the perfect pic to show some of the thoughts coming into my mind during this Valentine’s Day. Why was I upset in this special day? Why does it make this freaking day special? Jealous was I? No way! And on and on and on… It’s never easy to answer these kind of questions, ‘cuz they have not right answer indeed! Whatever you say or don’t say accuses you in front of the rest of the crowd, and just those which are just like you understand what you mean to say or not to say.
Please don’t get me wrong, I’m not a Valentine’s Grinch or something like that. Far away from the commercial meaning of the day, I think is cool to take some time to show your feelings for those you love (friends, family, couple, pets etc); and here I want to make a stop to thank all those beautiful friends I have that are always there, and collapse my mobile and inboxes with messages, sms’ and calls.
Ok, then why am I writing this?? I don’t know, I guess I felt a little disappointed about this “special” Valentine’s Day… you know sometimes, whether you like it or not, you have some expectations about certain things, days or people and when for some reason you don’t reach them it’s natural to feel quite awkward for not to say awful. However and here comes the bright side of the story, Life is a roller coaster: Sometimes we’re up, sometimes down, that doesn’t depend on us directly but to stay in that situation. I’ve always thought our life is a reflexion of our actions, a cause and effect story in most of its aspects, and I’ve seen that personally. So, my invitation is just to be good! Be the best you can be, but never stop being yourself always remembering “What goes around comes around”. And this is my recognition to Valentine’s Day, we do not need one day of a year to show love: We can do this each and every single day: Make life AWESOME for those you love, and don’t wait until a “special” day to do it for that day could never come!
Love y'all!!

Nuevo look, nuevo año, nuevos retos, nueva yo

Alguna vez soñaste como seria el futuro? Recuerdas estas "comiquitas" Los Supersónicos (The Jetsons)?
Honestamente esa era un poco mi imágen del futuro cuando tenía 6 o 7 años, cuando el futuro se veia tan lejos, los dias pasaban tan lento y las ganas de crecer corrian junto con el millón de adrenalina infantil en mis venas.
Wow, de veras tendremos telefonos móviles? Mira ese super reloj con tele incorporada, ahh que fino que uno pudiera llamar y ver a la otra persona, yo quiero un de esos, etc etc. A poco no se acuerdan de haber dicho alguna de esas frases? nunca? en serio? Yo si, todas y cada una de ellas, incluso el etc etc, jaja
Y aqui estamos, 20 años después, donde los carros les falta poco para volar, donde las comunicaciones han llegado más allá de la sola idea de "ojala", 2010!!! El futuro!!!

Mi Blog anterior fue algo apresurado, escrito desde la sala de espera de mi vuelo a Paris, muy emocionada por lo que estaba por vivir, y con muchos ánimos por la forma como la vida siempre me sonrie de una forma u otra. Y bueno, no es para menos... J'aime Paris!!! Una ciudad de exquisita belleza, donde a una temperatura por debajo de 0°C aún sientes ganas de caminar y ver más, y más!!

Paris era justo lo que necesitaba para darme cuenta de muchas cosas, y si bien no fue un encuentro con esa nueva ME, lo cual era la nueva razon, al menos fue la puerta que se abrio para darle paso a esta nueva parte de mi.

Todo el mundo sabe y conoce a Paris como la ciudad del amor por excelencia, cosa en la que realmente no te quieres detener a pensar mucho cuando eres tu la persona solitaria que deambula por sus calles, pero es imposible no notarlo al menos. Claro que esta caracteristica no es la unica que la define: También es la ciudad del arte, de la moda, de la "libertad", y de la autorenovación. Pude tener un poco de cada una de esas cosas durante este viaje para recargar baterias, y definitivamente fue un viaje que marcará mi vida de aca en adelante.


Detalles? Bueno estoy enamorada de Paris, creo que eso resume todo!! Regrese con fuerzas, renovada, recargada, y con ánimos de continuar. Entendí de buena forma que solo perdí una batalla pero no la guerra, que lo mejor es lo que pasa, que no se trataba de que yo no fuera para él, sino que más bien él definitivamente no es para mi, que si me lo propongo puedo llegar a la luna, (de nuevo) que la vida no se compone de grandes milagros, sino de pequeños detalles que hacen de nuestras vidas un verdadero milagro, que tengo las mejores personas a mi alrededor y aquel que decide alejarse de mi es por que simplemente no merece estar a mi lado, que cada persona tiene un valor especial y por sobretodo, que somos niños jugando a vivir, aun imaginando el futuro!

Que quiero para el futuro? Bueno ya no pido un carro que vuele, o un telefono con pantalla, o cualquier cosa de esta, xq de alguna u otra forma se que llegarán...

Ahora pido por sabiduria para entender lo que se presente, fortaleza para enfrentarlo/aceptarlo lo que me lleva también a pedir valentia, buen ánimo para no desmayar en el camino, constancia para alcanzar mis metas, y un corazon lleno de amor para compartir cada una de ellas con los que me rodean... ahh y si es posible, también un principe ;)

Que el baile continue....