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once upon a time Once upon a time there was a girl who dreamed of being a princess. And live in a castle with her prince charming. But over the years, that girl realized that fairy tales do not exist, much less Prince Charming. That girl had to grow up and face the reality of life. That life that was nothing like the ones in his dreams. Real life was very hard and he had to learn that soon. After a year, it was time for her to get married. He wasn't that handsome, nor did he ride a horse. Nor was he the one who would fight for her without caring about dying. He only seemed to want a wife and meet the standards of society. Their wedding day did not go as expected. Her dress was also not white flared with a long train. It was more of a plain and simple dress. The ceremony was not an event with many guests, rather it was something family and private. His house was not the great castle of his dreams, it was a modest and small dwelling. Only with the necessary furniture and without any luxury. Then the children arrived. Carlos, her eldest son, would be the only thing that seemed to make her husband happy, and then came Maria, mom's favorite, after all, the only thing from a fairy tale was the children's names. Life went by quickly and that girl who was already a woman realized that in caring for her husband and taking care of her children she no longer had time to dream. The boys grew up and each one made his life and went to live far away. Only she and her husband were left living an endless routine. She no longer knows if she loves him or if it's just habit. Used to wake up together in the morning to talk over dinner. Or maybe I'm scared. Fear of growing old alone. The truth is that as an older woman she doesn't feel like dreaming or even being happy. Gone are those days of that girl who wanted a life like that of fairy tales. He had already resigned himself to his fate and would be so until the end of his days. That dreamy girl disappeared forever. Perhaps it was the best thing for that moment in his life. original texts Images https://www.pexels.com/es-es/ *@Lucerito 5/16/22*
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Sonriele a la vida Una sonrisa cuesta poco pero vale mucho. Enriquece tanto al que la brinda como al que la recibe. Sonreír puede ser el mejor regalo que puedes ofrecer sin tener que gastar un centavo. Investigaciones serias han demostrado que sonreír ayuda a mejorar el sistema inmunológico,esto se debe a que ayuda a segregar una sustancia llamada endorfina que es un analgésicos natural que mejora nuestro estado de ánimo y salud mental. Sonreir es una habilidad innata del ser humano desde antes de nacer,ya que se ha comprobado que los fetos sonreían desde que están en el vientre de su madre. Habilidad que vamos perdiendo a medidas que crecemos dado que se estima que un niño sonríe alrededor de 4oo veces al día mientras que un adulto lo hace solo el equivalente a 2o veces. Podría decirse que es la mejor de las armas de seducción que posee el ser humano.Una hermosa sonrisa puede bastar en muchos casos para quedar cautivado y repetir en nuestra imaginación una y otra vez aquella seductora sonrisa. Puede ser nuestra mejor carta de presentación. Cuántas veces hemos quedado agradecido por alguien que nos ha brindado una sonrisa al entrar a una tienda, una oficina, un transporte público. De hecho nunca olvido una vieja compañera de trabajo que siempre al dar los buenos días, ofrecía unas de esas sonrisas que te alegran la mañana. Su sonrisa era tan auténtica, tan genuina, era como un soplo de aire fresco. Recuerdo que una vez se lo comente y se emocionó mucho. Creo que ella desconocía el poder de su sonrisa. También recuerdo un día que venía de la sala de emergencia de un hospital . Una querida amiga había tenido un accidente muy grave y yo estaba devastada, y una pequeña niña como de unos 5 años pareció darse cuenta de mi tristeza, no dejaba de mirarme. Ella me miraba con carita de pena pero a la vez de esperanza, como queriendo darme ánimo con sus ojitos y luego de uno de unos minutos se acercó a mi, tendió su bracito y en su mano tenía una chupeta, pero no fue la chupeta la que me emocionó, fue su sonrisa, la más hermosa y tierna que he visto en mi vida. Ella no imagina el efecto que causo en mi ese dia, lo mucho que me ayudó a sobrellevar ese momento tan difícil. Es que la magia de una sonrisa puede transformar todo un entorno. Puede traer luz al momento mas frío y oscuro.Su efecto sanador puede aliviar la pena más grande y la más profunda de las heridas. Ni hablar de la sonrisa de una madre. Quién no recuerda cuando era niño ese momento inigualable, al despertar por la mañana o cuando llegabamos de la escuela y nos recibian con el mejor de los regalos, la sonrisa de mama. Que podría ser mejor en esta vida. Todos hemos experimentado que al sonreirle a alguien, incluso a un desconocido, la mayoría de las veces te devolverán la sonrisa. Y es que sonreir no cuesta nada. Un divertido estudio afirma que generamos niveles de estimulación sobre nuestro cerebro y corazón parecidos a los que recibiremos si comiéramos 2.000 tabletas de chocolates o ganaramos 12.000 euros. Y es que con todo estos beneficios, una de nuestras principales metas a diario debería de ser sonreír la mayor cantidad de veces posible. *Así que vuelve a ser niño y sonríele a la vida.* *Texto de mi autoría* *Imágenes* https://www.pexels.com/es-es/ @Lucerito 05/05/22
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Everything ends A sorrow, a problem, an illness, a sadness. Everything Ends, nothing lasts forever. Sometimes our mourning is so great that we feel that it will never end, that there is no solution, that life has set us a trap from which we will not be able to get out. But it is not true. All obstacles that come our way can be overcome. If the problem exists, it has a solution. No matter what's going on, nothing lasts forever. Sometimes the problem is not so big, it is our perception that makes it big. The biggest obstacles in life are the ones our mind creates. The main obstacle to overcome could be yourself. You are limited by the walls that you put up yourself. Overcoming obstacles can be a fascinating challenge. It all depends on the attitude you take when it occurs. Take problems as a form of learning that will make you stronger and wiser. May it help you mature and forge your character. Life is like a roller coaster in which you can be up today and down tomorrow, it's about knowing how to handle the ups and downs in the best way. the best way to overcome the drawbacks is to use them as steps, step on them and move on to the next stage. Where a door closes, a window opens. There will always be a light at the end of the tunnel. *original texts* *Images* https://www.pexels.com/es-es/ *@Lucerito 05/02/22*
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The colors of life There is a day that when I wake up and look out the window it seems to me that all the colors will jump into my eyes. Those colors that are everywhere but we almost never see them. For example, when I looked out the window, the first thing that caught my attention was the color of the grass in my garden. That green that in times of rain is darker and in times of sunshine is lighter. There is also the green of the leaves of the trees that for a time are yellow but at the moment they are very green. But these same trees adorn their branches with flowers of different colors. In the patio of my house there is one with white flowers, another with yellow flowers and my favorite, the one with violet flowers. It's funny that if I don't pay attention I don't realize how beautiful they are. The colors of the earth are also interesting, although where I live now the earth is dark brown, I remember that in my grandmother's house the earth was orange. Yeah, I sure don't believe me but it was orange. I used to try small pieces when I was a child, I loved the taste of it, but not all land tastes the same. I know what you're thinking, I'm crazy and maybe you're right. Flowers always offer us the most incredible color image. In my garden there are tulips and other white ones that I don't know their names but they are very pretty. Perhaps when I was a child the color that most caught my attention was the sky. Once a poet wrote that there was no bluer sky than my city and I think he was right. It is the bluest and most beautiful sky in the world. It is almost always clear and when it has clouds they are as white as cotton. I really love this sky. I think we almost always go through life looking in black and white. We are always in such a hurry that we don't have time to see the different shades that nature offers us. I do not escape from that blindness that most of us human beings suffer from. There are few days and moments that I take the time to admire the wonderful visual spectacle that surrounds me. It is that there is always a flower, a tree, a beautiful sky waiting to be contemplated. we just have to stop for a few minutes so we can enjoy the colors of life. original texts Images https://www.pexels.com/es-es/ @Lucerito 4/28/22
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Living fast It's hard to keep up with today's world. Society always seems to be in a constant race against time. It is that we seem to lack hours to do everything we must do in a day. Going outside can be exhausting. Looking at people who seem to always be in fast mode is pretty nerve-wracking. The worst thing is that in order to realize it, we must stop for a moment to think that no one escapes this phenomenon of accelerated life. Most of us have the feeling that time passes much faster than it did 10 or 15 years ago, in fact there are studies that support this theory and ensure that for some time the day has been made up of 16 hours and not 24 As I thought I do not think that the day has reduced its hours, I think that it is only our perception that makes us feel that way. But sometimes I would like to cling to that theory to justify the many things I have left to do throughout the day. Especially with my boss when she asks me if I have finished the work she assigned and I have no choice but to ask her to give me one more day. Next time I would like to say "Boss understand me, you only have 16 hours a day, very little time to do all that work". Hahaha, that would be great. And it is that Mr. time is not willing to stop for anything or anyone. Everyone must find a way to get the most out of their life. When we are children we have the perception that life will pass much more slowly. It is that children are never in a hurry, they live one day at a time as it should be, without thinking about tomorrow. Time is both the most valuable and the most perishable of our resources, but many times we spend our lives without realizing it. Nobody can live the same time twice, so you better think carefully about what you do with it. original texts Images https://www.pexels.com/es-es/ *@Lucerito 27/ 4/22*
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Volver a ser niña Jugar, correr con los pies descalzos, reir sin parar, ser feliz. Volver a ser niña. Anoche mi sobrina de 7 años me pidió que jugaramos a las muñecas. Pasamos casi una hora divirtiéndonos, creando un mundo fantasía. Al finalizar mi sobrina me preguntó. -Te gusto el juego tia. -Si mi amor me encanto. - Y no te gustaria volver a ser niña. Yo solo atine a sonreír. No pude responder esa pregunta porque no estaba segura de la respuesta. Es que por mas que ame la independencia que me da ser adulta, no puedo evitar sentir mucha nostalgia de mi niñez. Esos días tan hermoso donde no había preocupaciones. Donde todo era tan simple y era tan fácil ser feliz. Siempre inventando un juego nuevo junto a mis hermanas. Atrapando insectos. Corriendo tras una mariposa. Podíamos hacer magia con cualquier cosa. Un pedazo de papel se convertía en un barquito, un avión, un animal y hasta una escultura. Dos vasos de plástico con un hilo era un teléfono, que se escuchaba a mucha distancia y realmente se escuchaba no era imaginación. Aunque la imaginación también formaba parte de nuestros juegos, gracias a ella podíamos ser una princesa, una heroína y hasta un extraterrestre . Es que no se necesita de mucho para que un niño sea feliz, mientras haya armonía en su casa, y sus padres lo ame, ese niño será feliz. La pureza que tienen los niños en el corazón los haces disfrutar de las cosas mas simples, de los detalles más pequeños, de las cosas verdaderamente importantes en la vida, esas cosas que luego al crecer ya no nos hacen tan feliz, porque al crecer perdemos la capacidad de mirar y sentir con el corazón, y es por eso que solo las cosas materiales nos causan alegría, una alegría efímera que dura poco, porque las cosas materiales no llenan el alma que es lo que necesitamos para alegría plena. Yo me siento feliz de tener 30 años y siempre trato de vivir cada etapa de mi vida con plenitud. Pero creo que ya se la respuesta que le daré a mi sobrina si me vuelve hacer la misma pregunta. -Tía te gustaría volver a ser niña. -Si. Mi amor. Por momentos si. Texto de mi autoría Imágenes https://www.pexels.com/es-es/ *@Lucerito 26/4/22*
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Yellow cards I arrived at my grandmother's house after midnight when I got out of the car I could see Maria standing at the door waiting for me to enter the house. It was very cold so I hurried inside. -How is Miss Josephine? -Hello Maria. So many years without seeing you. You have not changed anything.! -On the other hand, you have changed a lot, miss. The last time I saw her she was almost a child. -Yes... I think I was 14 years old, more than 10 years ago. Upon entering the old house I could see that everything was the same as last time. The huge brown sofa, the wooden dining room, the old cabinet full of old photos of all the ancestors of the family. And the paintings, these paintings that caught my attention so much as a child, in which one of a woman crying stood out, which I find horrible. Everything was the same as my grandmother had left it before she died, a month ago. -The lady wants to have dinner. I saved food for him in case he got hungry. -No, María, it's already too late. It's after midnight and I don't like to eat at this time. I'll just take a shower and go to sleep. I went up to the room. I showered and went to sleep. But he couldn't fall asleep. The same thing always happened to me when I went to that house. There was something that wouldn't let me sleep after tossing and turning for a long time. The sun's rays woke me up early. I look at the clock and it's 7 am. I got up and when I went down to the living room I see Maria doing the cleaning -Good morning miss, your breakfast is ready. I prepared it especially for you. I remember that he liked the scrambled eggs with ham, bread and coffee with milk. -Thanks, Maria. I never imagined that you would still remember what I liked to eat. Yes, you have a good memory. After breakfast I went for a walk and I could remember my grandmother scolding me when I wanted to run and play. She was so bitter, always in a bad mood. Paresis that did not like to see anyone happy. My mom. Her only daughter waited a long time before coming to visit her. She. my grandmother, was really unbearable. Actually, I never imagined that he would name me his heiress even though I am his only living relative, I always believed that he would prefer to leave all his assets to the state, rather than me. As I walked I could see Maria approaching me. -Miss plans to stay and live here -No Maria... I don't think I can live here. I do not like this place. Not even the bad energy that emanates. I think it's my grandmother's bad energy, for being such a bitter woman. -I think I'll sell the house. I'm sorry for you. I know you have been here for many years. -Well, miss, I can only say that your grandmother was not a bad person deep down. I think he carried a very great sadness in his heart. But if you want to sell the house, I respect your decision. It was already getting dark when I went to my room I passed by my grandmother's room. I stopped for a few seconds in front of the door until I dared to enter. It was the first time she entered that room, she was very sober and cold. I opened the closet and could see many old objects. There was a watch, some jewelry, many dresses and photos. Photos of my mom as a girl from my grandfather. Then I looked at the bottom of the closet and there was a cardboard box, I took it and sat on the bed to check them. When I opened it there was a photo of a very handsome young man that I did not know, the photo was in black and white by the looks of it, it was very old. I kept checking and found some letters, they also seemed very old, they looked yellow. I opened them and I could see that they were all written by a certain David. Iban addressed my grandmother. The more I read I couldn't believe what I was seeing. My grandmother had an affair with that man and my mother was his daughter. She loved him, but she couldn't be with him because she was married, and at the time divorce was unthinkable. God couldn't believe it, I couldn't get out of my amazement. My grandmother, that woman who always looked so correct, had an affair. Now I could better understand why my grandmother was always so bitter, it was all because of her unhappiness. Poor woman living a life she didn't want, with a man she didn't love, just out of fear of facing society. The day of my departure arrived. I had to go back to the city, to my house. -Goodbye Miss Josephine. Good luck on your journey. You let me know when I have to vacate the house. -Not Maria. He decided not to sell the house. I think I'll keep it for when I want to come on vacation. I also want that when I have my children in the future they can get to know this place. -That's good, miss, I'm very happy that you keep the house. -Well see you soon Maria. oh I think you're right. Deep down, my grandmother was not such a bad person and she felt a great pain in her heart. I got into my car and started driving, while in the rearview mirror I could see how Maria and the house were getting smaller and smaller. Text of my authorship Images https://www.pexels.com/es-es/ *@Lucerito 04/26/22*
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the lady of the night The beautiful girl with blond hair and a red dress waits on the sidewalk for that night's man to arrive. Yes, from that night, because tomorrow will be someone else's turn. He no longer remembers the day all this started but it was more than 10 years ago when he was still very young. She decided to run away from home tired of her stepfather's abuse. At the age of 13, his innocence was stolen one night drunk, he entered his room and caused the biggest wound of his life, one that would never be erased. I was so scared. She didn't know whether to tell her mother, after several days she plucked up the courage and did it, but she never imagined what would come next, her mother, that woman who brought her into the world, never believed her. Because that meant she would have to leave her husband, something she wasn't willing to do, not even for her daughter. The abuse continued for a long time until one night he decided to pick up his clothes and run away, never to return. A friend he had met a few months earlier told him about a job that paid him a good income. After much thought, he accepted that he had to settle down and pay off his debts. His first day of work was terrible, that man who was his first client was as despotic as his stepfather. It was the most humiliating experience of his life. One day without looking for him, she met a boy with whom she fell in love. He didn't usually mix his feelings with work but it was inevitable. That young man with his tenderness stole her heart. He assured that he did not care about her past, he treated her like a queen, no one had treated her like that before, that's why she dared to dream. . She, like all women, dreamed of a beautiful family. A short time later he received the happiest news of his life. She was expecting a child from the man she loved. But it didn't seem to make him as happy as her. And one day without warning he left, and never heard from him again After a few months their baby was born. He had the same beautiful eyes as his father. Every time she looked at her baby, it was inevitable that she would be reminded of that man who left, leaving her heartbroken. The days passed and the debts grew, so he had no other choice but to go to work. Return to your old job. She who had run away from home trying to avoid those horrible moments that she now had to live daily. So every night she walks the streets always beautiful and smiling. Many women criticize her when they see her pass, looking at her with contempt. But no one knows the pain he carries in his heart. Nobody knows what he had to go through. No one knows how difficult it is to be the lady of the night. Text of my authorship Images https://www.pexels.com/es-es/ *@Lucerito 04/22/22*
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La mala noticia Resulta difícil mantener buen ánimo en un mundo tan convulsionado como en el que vivimos. Es verdad que siempre han pasado cosas malas, pero después del 2020 para acá todo parece haber empeorado de una manera drástica. Las malas noticias parecen estar a la orden del día y levantarse por la mañana y recibir una dosis de malos eventos, puede resultar aveces bastante perturbador. La mañana de hoy apenas abro las redes me encuentro con la noticia de hombre que fingía que rescataba mascotas para así recibir donacionaciones de muchas personas que querían ayudar a los animalitos, pero resulta que este sujeto sacrificaba los animales para quedarse con el dinero de las donaciones. Otro caso de una chica que conoció a un chico por facebook, entablaron una amistad, el muchacho después de un tiempo se gano la confianza de ella al punto que aceptó conocerlo en persona, en su primera cita este hombre terminó asesinando a la joven cuando esta se negó a tener relaciones sexuales con el. Realmente terribles estas noticias, que aunque sea de momento logran sumirte en la tristeza y empañan tu dia a dia. Todo esto sin contar la tan prolongada guerra de Rusia y Ucrania donde cientos de inocentes han perdido la vida, en una batalla donde los únicos perdedores son ambos pueblos. La gente de a pie, que no pidió esta guerra. También el nuevo brote de covid en China es preocupante, por más que muchos crean que es un nuevo circo, lo mismo decían la primera vez y al final ese supuesto circo nos mantuvo encerrado por dos años, cambiando nuestras vidas por completo. Es verdad que la razón por la que hay más noticias malas que buena es porque lamentablemente es lo que más vende. Yo recuerdo que hace unos año en mi país, un canal de televisión, quiso innovar creando un noticiero donde solo se daban buenas noticias, pero al poco tiempo dicho noticiero quedó fuera del aire, la razón según reporte del canal fue el bajo rating. Es decir nadie quería ver todo un noticiero de noticia positivas.Y luego nos quejamos que estamos abrumados con las malas noticias. La tendencia a seguir las malas noticia es un fenómeno mundial y las redes sociales han ayudado a incrementar el problema, dado que hoy en dia le es muy fácil a las personas acceder a este tipo de noticias. En Estados Unidos le llaman *Doomscrolling* (de ‘doom’, o fatalidad, y ‘scrolling’ deslizar hacia abajo el dedo o la vista en páginas web) y los experto aseguran que el confinamiento por la larga pandemia a agudizado esta conducta, debido al mayor tiempo libre que hemos tenido las personas durante este periodo. Los daños a la salud por esta causa son múltiple desde ansiedad,estrés, depresión e incluso TEPT, trastorno de estrés post traumático. Además de la sensación desalentadora de que el mundo es un lugar sin futuro y la perdida de la fe en la humanidad. Bueno solo me queda decir que a pesar de las malas noticias siempre hay motivo para tener esperanza. La gente buena somos mayoría aunque los malos se hagan notar más y reciban mayor atención de los medios de comunicación. La solución a este problema está en mano de cada uno. Cada quien decide que tipo de noticia consumir y aunque resulta muy dificil no socumbir ante el bonbardeo de malas noticia, por nuestra salud mental, bien vale la pena intentarlo. Texto de mi autoría Imágenes https://www.pexels.com/es-es/ @Lucerito 20/4/22
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Lo esencial es invisible a los ojos. Seguramente has leído el libro **el principito,** ya que se trata de una de la mas grandes obra literaria del siglo pasado. Escrita por el francés **Antoine de Saint-Exupéry**,es una narración que aparenta ser para niño pero que en realidad esconde un gran mensaje que va dirigido indudablemente a los adultos. El año pasado regalé este libro a mi sobrina de 12 años y resulta que hace pocos días me dijo "tía. El libro que me regalaste el año pasado lo he leído ya dos veces, pero la segunda vez que lo leí me paso algo muy raro. Me parece que descubrí cosas que no note la primera vez." Yo solo me sonreí y le dije "Yo lo he leido mas de diez veces y cada vez que lo leo descubro algo nuevo". Y fue después de esa conversación con mi sobrina que decidí escribir este artículo. Tendría yo unos nueve años cuando un dia revisando en los libros de mi papá descubrí esta joya. Recuerdo que la imagen de ese niño rubio con ese extraño traje llamó poderosamente mi atención, al punto que ya no quise seguir revisando el resto de los libros porque estaba segura que había encontrado lo que estaba buscando. Esta gran obra tiene la particularidad de que cada quien la entiende a su manera. Creo que depende de la situación que esté viviendo cada persona al momento de leerla . Es por eso que el modesto análisis que haré a continuación probablemente no coincida con la de mucho de los que lean esta publicación. Quiero hacer un repaso por la mas lindas frase de esta maravillosa obra, que me quedaron grabada desde niña y que calaron en lo más hondo de mis pensamientos. *«Si logras juzgarte bien a ti mismo eres un verdadero sabio* No es fácil reconocer tus propios defectos. Se necesita de mucha madurez y humildad . solemos criticar a los demás y resaltar sus defectos, cuando la mayoría de las veces somos incapaces de ver y reconocer los propios. *«Derecho, siempre adelante de uno, no se puede ir muy lejos…».* La vida no siempre lo va poner todo en bandeja de plata. Siempre habrá que correr riesgos y hacer sacrificios para alcanzar lo que queremos. Y será con lo aprendido durante el trayecto que lograremos llegar al lugar que soñamos. *«¡Es tan misterioso el país de las lágrimas…!».* Esta frase es realmente hermosa y yo creo que se refiere al poder que tiene las lagrimas para aliviar el dolor y traer un poco de paz y resignacion para el que padece alguna pena.Pero al mismo tiempo también es una expresión de felicidad. Es muy raro que lloremos cuando estamos muy triste pero también cuando estamos muy felices. *«Es preciso que soporte dos o tres orugas si quiero conocer a las mariposas».* Debemos tener presente que no todo en la vida va ser color de rosa. A veces hay que padecer antes que llegue la recompensa, que será nuestro premio por no haber abandonado la lucha para alcanzar la meta que nos habíamos trazado. *«Me pregunto si las estrellas están encendidas a fin de que cada uno pueda encontrar la suya algún día».* Esta frase la amo con locura. Es demasiado hermoso lo que encierra. La vida siempre tiene algo bueno guardado para todo el mundo,solo que la mayoría no logra encontrarlo. Esa estrella de la que habla el principito es la luz que brilla dentro de cada uno de nosotros que nos negamos a ver, y que muchas veces desaprovechamos por tener nuestra atención puesta en cosas que no son realmente importantes. *«Nadie está nunca contento donde está».* Aquí claramente nos habla de la inconformidad del ser humano. Que siempre queremos ese algo que no tenemos para poder ser felices. *«Lo que embellece al desierto es que esconde un pozo en cualquier parte...».* Hasta de los momentos más difíciles y los caminos más tortuosos se puede sacar algo positivo. Nada es totalmente malo. *«Nadie le creyó por culpa de su vestido. Las personas grandes son así».* Nunca juzgue a las personas por su apariencia dado que no todo es como se ve. Los adultos solemos guiarnos por lo fachada, mientras que los niños en medio de su inocencia saben mirar más allá. Durante crecemos tendemos a perder la capacidad de mirar con el corazón. *Los hombres de tu planeta —dijo el principito— cultivan cinco mil rosas en un mismo jardín… sin embargo no encuentran lo que buscan.* Nuevamente nos habla de la inconformidad de los seres humanos y de su incapacidad de descubrir que la felicidad viaja con cada uno a todas partes. La felicidad está en los pequeños detalles y que no podemos buscar fuera lo que solo encontraremos dentro de cada uno de nosotros. *Cuando por la mañana uno termina de arreglarse, hay que hacer cuidadosamente la limpieza del planeta.* Todos los días debemos hacer lo posible por cultivar nuestro yo interno. Hacer una limpieza de las cosas que no permite que crezcamos como personas y nos impide ser plenamente felices. *«Hay que exigir a cada uno lo que cada uno puede hacer...».* Nunca pongas demasiadas expectativas en alguien que sabes que no podrá cumplirlas. No esperes demasiado de los demás. *«Lo esencial es invisible a los ojos».* Por último la frase que tome como título de este post. Todas las cosas más importantes de la vida son inmateriales por lo tanto no son visibles a los ojos. Las cosas más lindas y la que más felicidad nos genera son aquellas que no se pueden comprar. *Creo que nunca me cansaré de leer este hermoso libro y pude ver con felicidad que a mi sobrina probablemente le pasará lo mismo. Esa fantástica aventura de ese pequeño niño que amaba tanto a su planeta y a su rosa a pesar de que esta no se lo mereciera del todo. Ese pequeño que a pesar de su corta edad podía dar grandes lecciones de vida a los adulto y mostrarles que la pureza del corazón es lo más importante para ser feliz.* Texto de mi autoría imágenes https://www.pexels.com/es-es/ @Lucerito 17/4/22 *Gracias a mi patrocinador*
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Suicide is an art That fateful day Daniel got up at 10 am as usual. Dani, as his friends called him, was a young 30-year-old theater actor who was making his way in the art world and for whom experts predicted a great future since his last performances had been very successful. That morning he showered and then had breakfast. He ate his favorite breakfast, French toast with honey accompanied by coffee with milk. Messi, his cat turned on his legs as if he wanted to be taken care of, or maybe not, it is said that cats have a sixth sense that allows him to feel all the anxiety that the human being can carry inside and that is how he turns the people's legs that manage to neutralize part of that anxiety. Perhaps Messi already sensed what his master was planning to do hours later, something that probably not even ten cats could have changed. It is that when a person is really determined to do something there is no one who can make him change his mind, those who say that some event made him change his mind was simply because he never decided to execute that plan, which was not the case with our character anymore it took days planning his last scene. His greatest work, for which he would be remembered forever. It was a sunny Friday afternoon. To think that Fridays were always his favorite day. There were so many Fridays that he went out partying with his friends, especially with Miguel and Freddy who were always his unconditional friends and other times they were nights with pretty girls like Melissa and Diana but especially Lucía. How to forget her, not only for being so special but for being the last. Just three months ago he had her in his arms. How not to remember the smell of his hair, the sound of his laugh and that look that disarmed him in 5 seconds. Lucia is one of those women impossible to forget. Daniel got into his neon-colored car that he loved so much. The one you made so much effort to buy. To think that you had to work overtime to get it. But it was worth it, since it was an important piece in his plan. He drove to the famous viewpoint, all the guys from the city iván hai with their girlfriends or just for a few drinks with friends. At night the view is spectacular, seeing all those lights shining gives the feeling of being in front of a giant manger. Daniel takes out a cigarette as he takes one last look at the city. He had never stopped to look at how beautiful it was. Its green mountains, its original buildings and that unparalleled blue sky. It is that all his travels never found a sky as blue as that of this city. She was really beautiful. it would not be easy to say goodbye to her. He almost finished his cigarette, he takes one last sip so hard to release the smoke slowly, he enjoys it as much as he can, he knew there would be no other chance to try another one. He threw the butt on the ground, making sure it was well extinguished, I always hate irresponsible people who start fires in the mountains. He takes a note out of his pocket, pins it to a tree with a knife, gets in his car, starts the engine, laughs and hits the gas to fall off the cliff. The car spun as it fell to the bottom of the ravine, stopped, and minutes later the loud rumble of an explosion was heard. Flames shot out from the twisted irons of the chariot and gray smoke could be seen from afar. Minutes later, firefighters and police arrived at the scene. The firefighters went through to recover that cliff what was left of that man's body. While the police looked for clues that helped to clarify the case and it was there when one of the policemen found the note on the tree. Detective, I think I found something! and takes the note to his superior, it was a very telling note. *"Suicide is an art"* Text of my authorship Images https://www.pexels.com/es-es/ *@Lucerito 4/13/22* ***thanks to my sponsor***
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La vida es un ratico "La vida es un ratico" escribió una vez un famoso músico latinoamericano y no podia tener mas razon. Nadie parece tener más prisa que el señor tiempo. Ayer conversaba con una amiga que estaba de cumpleaños, estaba cumpliendo 25 y ella me decía que no creía la velocidad con que se le fueron esos años, casi sin darse cuenta. Muchas veces yo siento lo mismo, que el tiempo se me pasa tan rápido que no logró realizar ni la mitad de las cosas que quería, lo cual a veces es un poco frustrante. Siempre que miramos atrás y recordamos los sueños que teníamos hace diez años y como en aquella época pensábamos que estaríamos en la actualidad, por lo general casi nada coincide con lo que soñamos. Nuestra vida de ahora no es la que soñamos en el pasado y probablemente lo que soñamos ahora tampoco se parezca a lo que vivamos en el futuro. Es que no hay cosa más incierta en el mundo que el futuro y quizás eso sea su mayor atractivo, el no saber qué traerá, pero también lo hace un poco temible, es esa incertidumbre de no saber qué nos depara. Pero aun así siempre trato de vivir mi vida en el ahora, no vale la pena preocuparse por algo que aun no llega. La vida es demasiada corta para vivirla a destiempo, además que ni siquiera sabemos si en ese futuro que soñamos estaremos aún aquí, dado que nuestro paso por este mundo podría ser muy breve y efímero. Seguramente al llegar ese futuro que tanto soñamos no estaremos del todo conforme, ya que la inconformidad es una de las principales características del ser humano y quizás en un futuro añoremos lo que vivimos hoy, a pesar de que ahora podría no gustarnos tanto. Por eso el viejo dicho de qué tiempos pasados siempre fueron mejores, y no es que hayan sido mejores es que las personas nunca nos conformamos con lo que tenemos en el ahora. Una fabulosa película de Woody Allen plasmaba muy bien esta situación. Allí el protagonista viajaba en el tiempo pasado que para él, era perfecto en todos los sentidos, decía que esos años tenía los mejores músicos, escritores, pintores, y ahí en esa época que tanto amaba conoció a una chica que era originaria de ese tiempo, pero ella decía que la época perfecta era una anterior a la que ella vivía. Que ironía no, el que anhelaba tanto haber nacido en esos tiempos. Ella terminó viajando al que era su pasado soñado y se quedó a vivir alla. Seguro para luego descubrir que no era todo como ella esperaba (aunque eso nunca lo cuenta la película.) Y fue solo cuando él, nuestro protagonista, descubrio de dónde provenía su inconformidad con la vida, que se dio cuenta que el problema no era la época, el problema era el, que no sabía ver la belleza del momento que estaba viviendo. Y si no resolvía su problema en ningún tiempo seria feliz. Es que no hay época perfecta ni imperfecta simplemente hay un tiempo transcurriendo, pero depende de cada uno pintar sobre él la escena perfecta, tal cual como si fuera un lienzo. Solo haz de ese lienzo tu mayor obra maestra. Texto de mi autoría Imágenes https://www.pexels.com/es-es/ @Lucerito 13/4/22
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It was still raining outside The cold and rainy night serves as the setting for the romantic scene... She was standing at the window watching the rain fall, perhaps a little worried because it was already past 10 at night. Although someone prayed that the rain would not stop. He served a drink while watching her beautiful back silhouette. her semi tight knee length black dress making her look so sexy and elegant at the same time. on her high heels with what seems to stop the world with every step she takes and her long wavy black hair cascading over her white shoulders. It seemed to me that I was looking at a painting with the most beautiful painting, the perfect work, more perfect than The Mona Lisa. She had no choice but to wait for the rain to pass so we were on the sofa talking about everything a little. Topics such as technology and even Shakespeare and Neruda arose. She listened to some of her words trying to adequately respond to each of her questions but I was stunned by her pretty eyes and at the moment I lost myself looking at her lips, her neck, her breasts, causing her to start to get uncomfortable and meanwhile it was still raining outside. While I was trying to continue our chat I realized that our glasses were already empty, so I got up to serve other drinks, I went back to the sofa and took advantage of the moment to get closer, until I touched her body and at that moment I could see her huge eyes shine like Luceros her face blushed and her breathing quickened and that was when I took the opportunity to kiss her lips and at the end of the warm kiss she looked at me somewhat scared I think she could see what I was thinking in my eyes. I look nervously out the window to realize that it's still raining outside. Text of my authorship Imageshttps://www.pexels.com/es-es/ @Lucerito
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Aquí estoy “La vida es como una caja de bombones. Nunca sabes qué te va a tocar”es la cita de una película que me encanta la cual se ajusta a la realidad de la vida, nunca sabemos en qué terminará cada nuevo reto que emprendemos en la vida. Las presentaciones siempre me parecieron aburridas por eso voy a ahorrarles ese momento y solo les dire que soy una mujer apasionada y con muchas ganas de vivir el ahora, sin pensar mucho en lo que vendrá. Todos hemos escuchado que un viaje de miles de kilómetros comienza con un único paso. Pero debemos recordar que un trayecto hacia ninguna parte también comienza con un único paso. Pero aun así debemos tomar el riesgo porque en el transcurso de ese viaje podrían ocurrir cosas interesantes, aunque no terminemos llegando al lugar que queríamos. Mis escritos aquí nunca serán perfectos ya que no soy escritora profesional pero si serán hechos con mucha emoción y respeto, aunque creo que es esa la mejor forma de escribir, siempre con el corazón pero sin la pretensión que sea perfecto. Una vez escuché un relato de un cantante español muy famoso quien dijo que al principio le costaba mucho componer, dado que se esforzaba mucho en que sus letras fueran perfectas, hasta que entendió que sus canciones no tenían que ser perfecta, precisamente ahí radicaba las belleza de su obra, en la imperfección, aunque para ser franca sus canciones me parecen de la más perfectas que he escuchado. Todos los que escribimos en esta comunidad lo hacemos con la esperanza de que alguien lea nuestras publicaciones ¿pero que te hace creer que a otra persona pueda parecerle interesante lo que estás contando? Aunque La verdad es que escribir constituye el placer más profundo, que te lean es sólo un placer superficial. Texto original de mi autoría las imágenes son de https://www.pexels.com/es-es/
