Busy day today, so I won’t be able to post anything other than this. I visited some blogs early in the morning and I must confess I stole this idea from LEYLA G …….
What a beautiful TANGO !!! So here it goes…….
Please, take a moment, close your eyes and enjoy….as my father used to say, “ no matter where you are, who you are or how old you are, tango always waits for you, sooner or later you will love it”
See ya my friends 
And there I was, setting the ground to play hopscotch with my son.
I saw one of my neighbours staring at me, so I said “morning” and continued immerse in my important task…. Ready! Let’s play….
- “You are not going to play, are you? My neighbour asked.
- “Sure I am”, I replied.
- “Uh, don’t you think you are too old to do that?” she insisted
-“Ermmm, I don’t……are you?” I answered with a broad smile and threw the stone to the first square.
It wasn’t the first time she wanted me to behave as a grown-up. “Are you really going to wear that mini skirt?” “You wouldn’t dance that kind of music, would ya” “Why don’t you have your hair cut? It’s too long for your age”, “A tattoo? Are you kidding me?” and so on and on and on…..
The thing is, what is a grown up anyway? According to her comments, a grown-up is a person who “behaves his/her age”
What does that mean? I refuse to give up doing what I like just because someone tells me I’m an adult. Should I stay still, cut my hair and follow the “rules”?….no way!
I know that I won’t start behaving as a child in the middle of my classes..(Sometimes I do, though) or acting silly while having an important meeting, you know what I mean…but all that depends on where I am or what I’m doing, it doesn’t depend on how old I am.
My inner child dances happily inside my soul, and I love every move she makes and I’m more than pleased she’s stayed by my side through the years. I don’t want to watch some kids jumping the rope and think to myself “Oh I wish I could do it!” I just say “Can I?” I jump two or three times and then I continue my way, but extraordinarily happy.
After all, it’s when I’m a grown-up that I suffer the most, or take things more seriously than I should.
So, next step: as soon as classes are over I’ll get my tattoo done on my ankle…. and guess what? I’ll wear my mini skirt, knock my grumpy neighbour’s door and say “hey! look what I have!!!” He he he, too childish I know……I will feel soooooooo good!!!
hopscotch
Grown-up
My MoOd ToDaY:
Nothing much to do on Sunday afternoon, I’m going to cook dinner now, but I prepared this slide to show you the way to my home in case you want to join me.
Once here, you may want to take a look to these pics of my country while dinner is ready (hit here)
See ya tomorrow, nite nite.
Well, today I woke up with a renewed energy. As soon as the sun hit my window I jumped out of bed, prepared my
My younger son and me in the lake…. romantic, isn’t it?
Spring love on a naked tree….
(if you watched the video, don’t blame me if it gets stuck in your head, mahna mahna chu chu ru ru ru haha xoxo)
Audrey said
…….Take a good look in the mirror and say hello to that wonderful person reflected there………..OFTEN!!!
Then give her a smile- she deserves it…..
Dear Audrey… your words are so sweet and inspiring! I’m glad you took that walk under the rain with me…I wish I had noticed before that I wasn’t alone after all.
Every day since that rainy day, I have been given a gift from my new friends…today the gift came from you and I can only smile and thank God for such a wonderful blessing.
I’ll be forever sixteen, and I will cherish each kindred soul I meet on my journey, that I promise.
You said you have to master the art of hitting the right key on the keyboard and I smiled since I have the same problem….. but believe me, when I read your words I felt you hit the right key of my heart, and that my friend is all that matters to me.
Than you
Happiness is a perfume you cannot pour on others without getting a few drops on yourself.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sometimes the most beautiful gifts don’t come enclosed in colorful wrapping paper; they come with the sweet words of people who have enriched my soul.
When I first sat down to write about my experiences here, I thought it was going to be just a different way to release my emotions and feel less stressed.
How wrong I was….how happy I am today I was so wrong.
I have found here that no matter how blue I feel, there is always someone ready to lift my soul, who cares for me, who stays there for me…. even in the distance.
I was blessed with new friends, Ruth, Mile, Cale from different parts of this world and somehow so close to me. So with them by my side, and the ones here, who I won’t ever neglect again, I can say with all the letters, I’m lucky, I’m not alone.
Thank you all for your words….I love you
Es verdad mile stones , no debería hablar de soledad teniendo dos hermosos hijos, pero la vida es asi…a veces nos juega malas pasadas y nos sentimos solos aun rodeados de tanta gente. Mis hijos colman mi vida, son mi luz y mi soporte para no caer por nada.
HeAvY rAiN es verdad, así me he sentido, es el resultado de una cadena de eventos en mi vida que me hacen sentir solita de vez en cuando, más seguido de lo que quisiera…..
¿Cómo puede pasar esto teniendo dos soles en casa? Pues, durante el día, mi vida gira en torno a ellos, Analía, la madre que soy, se encarga darles todo, de amarlos infinitamente…pero el día termina y al irme a dormir, me espera un cuarto vacío, con una cama perfectamente tenida y nadie con quien hablar, compartir, proyectar. Allí es donde me encuentro con Analía mujer y es donde mi soledad se presenta con todo su peso……
Pero ya sabes mi amigo mile stones , como dice Serrat, “de vez en cuando la vida se hace de nuestra medida y toma nuestro paso, y saca un conejo de la vieja chistera ….y uno es feliz como un niño cuando sale de la escuela.”
Lo bueno es, al fin al cabo, que nunca dejo de soñar con un nuevo arco iris.
I’ve been listening to this song all the morning, I don’t know why, I’d like to know it, though…….
…….it’s not a cry that you hear at night
it’s not somebody who’s seen the light
it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah…..
It’s been a while since my last post…this one goes in English so that Ruth and Mousie can understand it if they happened to drop by…..
I’ve been kind of sad lately, I’ll turn 39 in some days and the only idea makes me shiver.
I haven’t found either a place for me in this world, or a clear goal to reach.
Somehow I see myself stuck in this present, too involved with my past and too detached from my future.
Anyway, my friends won’t come to celebrate with me, they are too busy to remember and I won’t say I want them to come. I’ll go out, running away of my loneliness.
Like my soul, it’s been raining all night long; I walked slowly yesterday under pouring rain, there was no reason to run, I was already too wet, too lonely…. too sad…
There wasn’t any hand to hold, any mouth to kiss, any face to dry tenderly….stormy night in heaven, stormy night deep inside me.
I guess the sun will soon come back with a gorgeous rainbow….but for now, I’ll keep watching the clouds go by.
