No Expectations

It’s the first time I write this year on the weblog. Why? Well, is not like there hasn’t been any lack of time, or lack of inspiration, the thing is that I have so much I have to say that I don’t know where to start.
I guess I’m going to start off talking about this whole topic of the year 2004. This year is going to be a difficult one, because I think that 2004 has been one of the best years of my life and it's going to be very difficult for 2005 to keep up. Last year, I used to tell myself everyday “You have no limits”, “Do things that make you feel good about yourself” and “This is the best year ever”. Despite all the hardships and difficult times I went through it was a great year.

I just thought it would be a great idea to talk about some of the mayor events that occurred in my life this past year. Here are some highlights of the ones that I considered the most important.

2 – On this day I returned to my reality from Bogota.
5 – I discovered that I was emotionally attached to MSN Messenger after spending sessions up to 5 a.m.

8 – I went to “Cirque du Soleil” and saw the show “Alegria”.
16 -22 – We had a week off school. During this “Ski Week” I stayed at home doing absolutely nothing. This has been the longest period of my life that I’ve had without taking a shower.
29 – This year was a leap year. On this day I did not do anything important but I just thought it would be nice to mention it.

3 – My knitting abilities were at their apex. I knitted like four “mochilas”. Sorry to those of you who I promised one and did not keep my promise. I owe you…
5 – I went to John Mayer’s concert. Yay!
9 – I like to call this day “Pie Day” for I was taught how to bake the most amazing pecan pie in the world.
13 – This day my parents bought a new TV. It is huge and it is awesome.
20 – I went to one of the greatest concerts I’ve been to: Michel Tolcher, Matt Nathanson and Gavin DeGraw.

3-11 – Me and my family went to San Francisco for Spring Break.
25-27 – Me getting sick was like part of my routine. During these days I was “ronca”. It happens a lot lately.
28 – My dear friend Joey DiLeo gave me a picture of him stuck on a popsicle stick. He said “it’s so you don’t forget me".
28 – During this entire month of April, we sang happy birthday to my math teacher Mr. Kelsey everyday. It was hilarious, especially because his real birthday is in August.

11- My mom had to go to Bogota to get hospitalized.
17 – My friend Carolina Bahamon had surgery.
21 – It was Graduation Day for my sister.
24 – A day to remember. Beginning of the Six-Day Mistery that would lead me to my birthday gift.
30 – My 16th Birthday.

2 – I went to Jason Mraz’s concert.
8 – I broke up with Santiago.
11- Spent all day working on Santiago’s 20th Birthday (20 x 20 gift).
15 – Traveled to Bogota.

2-16 – I went to summer camp “Kajuyali” in Costa Rica. The name of the campus was “Shiwamba”. I completed the Kamunitzali.
4 – My sister came back to Weston and made our house a party central.
30 – I went to see the stand up comedy “Pelota de Letras”.

10 – Came back to Miami.
11- Inaguration of 2004 Summer Olympics in Athens.
18 – Howie Day’s concert. It was actually O.A.R’s concert but I was only interested in Howie.
23 – First Day of School. I started 11th grade.
24 – I was given a really cool painting with a big 24 in the middle. (I just happen to be obsessed with that number).
26 – I had a really horrible tedious nervous breakdown. However, my friend and future husband Carlitos Fernandez surprised me with his visit on my desperation.

2-5 Hurricane Frances visited us.
20 – I started writing a little “Goal Book”. It’s like my own therapy because I don’t feel like paying to go to one. It helps me to stay focused on what I want to do.
25 – Hurricane Jeanne visited us.
29 – Closing Ceremony for the Summer Olympics.
30 – I finally got my Permit in order to drive.

4-8 Class of 2006 Orange team places 2nd in the annual Battle of the Grades.
25 – My parents travel to Europe.
10 – I start my weblog.
26 – I have the second Nervous Breakdown of the year.

5 – I get clear braces on. It is a pain but I want to have a nice smile so I might as well just get it over with and deal with it now.
9 – Buckingham’s Class of 2006 is on a search for a party. I submitted many votes, but unfortunately, they did not win.
16 – Forensics Tournament where I placed 2nd on Impromptu Speaking.
26 – Pipo’s Birthday Party. He turns 21, his gift from me is awesome!

7 – My mom’s 40th Birthday.
17 – Trip to Bogota.
20 – Mass in honor of Intalpel being 50 years old.
25 – Traveled to Cartagena.
26 – Tsunami disaster in East Asia.
28 – Traveled to Mompox. Concierto de Silvestre Dangond.
29 – Distribution of groceries to poor families in the surroundings of Mompox.

I also want to bring up the topic of New Year’s Celebration. It had always been a time to spend with my family, and contrary to many of my friends, I have never started a year (literally) with my family not being by my side. The last few minutes of 2004 and the first minutes of 2005 were incredible. I sat by myself, outside, looking at the moon, let just say reflecting on my surroundings, being thankful, analytical and looking forward to the New Year. I was glad I started the year with hugs from many people. I took a suitcase, walked along a street, because I wanted to have a year full of travel (the good thing is that this traveling thing happened sooner than I thought, for I had to travel on January 2), and then came back to the house.
The particular thing about the start of 2005 was that it started just the same as 2004, without resolutions. People have this thing for making up as many New Year’s Resolutions as they can, and I find that to be sometimes harmful. I was one of those people, I always used to promise myself this or that, and at the end of the year, I would be extremely disappointed for not having achieved what I thought I would. I guess this is what made last year an amazing one. This is the motto for this year:

Why? Well, by the time December comes I won’t be disappointed, and just because I don’t have resolutions doesn’t mean that I’m not going to strive to do my best, on the contrary, it serves as an incentive to live a year better than the last. The beauty of not having New Year’s resolutions is that I can start a resolution any day of the year.
Also, I’ve always had this thing for odd years. I do not know why but for some reason years that are even (i.e. 2004) always seem to be better than the odds. Let just see how this one goes….

“Fito” Páez

Los que me conocen bien, saben que Fito Páez no es mi artista preferido. Le doy crédito a su música pero no me mata. Se que están esperando leer un articulo largísimo sobre este artista argentino pero no es así. Esta vez se trata de algo diferente, es más, es para un Fito diferente.

Creo que es hora de utilizar este espacio virtual para dedicarle unas palabras a alguien que es, ha sido y siempre será muy especial en mi vida. Él ha estado ahí desde el comienzo, me conoce como nadie, y todavía sigue ahí a pesar de que desde hace varios años existe un factor que nos ha tratado de separar que se llama la distancia.

Hasta hace unos pocos meses, la distancia era solamente unos cuantos kilómetros, es más, hasta estábamos en el mismo continente, pero hoy estamos apartados por un océano inmenso. A pesar de ese pequeño obstáculo, hoy somos más amigos y somos más unidos que nunca. Son cosas de la vida, duramos cuatro años simplemente cruzando palabras y solo hasta después de que él se fue, volvimos a hablar como antes.

Nuestra historia es increíble. Nos conocimos desde chiquitos y nos veíamos todos los días en natación. Nos complementábamos muy bien, y la verdad es que son épocas de recordar. Él fue mi primer novio. Nunca se me va a olvidar aquel 27 de Octubre de 1997, yo vestida de Cleopatra y él de vaquero. Junto a él pasé, yo diría que toda mi niñez. Pasábamos los fines de semana en planes de hacer casas (¿O me vas a decir que nuestras mansiones construidas en tenis no eran lo máximo?), o de montar en bicicleta, o de ir a comer pastelitos gloria o tomar avena, o a veces a cine. Una vez, fuimos pajecitos del matrimonio de su prima, y cuando salíamos de la iglesia, (nunca se me olvida) alguien grito: “Se encogieron los novios”. En fin, son un sinnúmero de anécdotas que en su momento fueron espectaculares y que hoy nos causan hasta risa. Pero no crean, no todo fueron momentos felices. Yo le hice mucho daño, y es por eso que quiero pedirle perdón. Perdóname por haberte dañado tu reloj preferido y por haber roto el espejo de uno de tus carritos. Prometo pagar por eso…

Volviendo al tema de las anécdotas, quiero mencionar una en especial. Creo que “Nacional de Buga” lo dice todo. Sobretodo el baile tan espectacular de Carlos Vives, de las pendejadas que pasaron, y de mi caída que no me la perdonan…
Escribirte hoy, es creo que algo muy insignificante, pero quiero que sepas que has sido de gran ayuda y un buen consejero en estos últimos meses, y me alegra poder hablar contigo, me alegra mucho más ser parte de tu vida, y aun más, saber que tengo mil recuerdos increíbles de ti y de nosotros…

Sé que ahora estás lejos, pero para mí, estas más cerca que nunca. Te quiero muchísimo, y sé que vas a empezar a entrar en una época de melancolía por la época del año, pero quiero que sepas que estoy ahí, (no hace falta repetirlo), que siempre seguiré ahí. Muchísimas gracias por todo. Te quiero…

P.D. Cuídate mucho. Si no logramos hablar antes, Feliz Navidad y Feliz Año Nuevo. Te quiero y te pienso…
Feliz Cumpleaños atrasado a Esteban Jordan que cumplió el 5 de Diciembre. Feliz Cumpleaños a mi primita Carolina Fernandez (el de ella si no es atrasado). Los dos en Bogotá.

Sean Watkins y Glen Phillips

Llevo más de dos semanas tratando de poner un clip de música en el weblog. Intenté de mil maneras y por fin pude. Definitivamente esto de la tecnología me tiene con dolor de cabeza, y junto con un amigo del colegio, habíamos tratado de poner el clip de audio sin éxito hasta hoy. Había escrito este articulo solamente con un link (escribiría hipervínculo en vez de link pero no me gusta como suena esa palabra) para la canción pero por fin pude ponerle el botoncito de play y stop. Me siento realizada, pues ponerlo fue más difícil de lo que pensé. Ahora solo espero que les funcione y puedan oír la canción. Desde que empecé el weblog supe que quería hacerle algo especial a esta canción.

Para mi la música es esencial. Me levanto y mientras me arreglo para el colegio, oigo música. Cuando estoy en clase, escondo los audífonos de mi Discman en las mangas del saco y oigo música. Cuando llego a mi casa por las tardes a estudiar (combinado con una larga sesión de MSN Messenger) sigo escuchando música. No soy la persona que mas sabe de música, eso lo sé, pero si sé que la disfruto y aprecio su variedad. Las letras de algunas canciones me animan, o me entristecen, o me alegran o hasta me hacen llorar. Y eso es lo bueno de la música, que hay de todo para todos.

Como se pueden dar cuenta, la última actualización del weblog fue sobre un artista y quiero seguir añadiendo algo sobre esto.
La razón por la cual escogí esta canción es porque no la he parado de oír desde hace un mes. Me encanta la letra de la canción, la melodía y el artista. Pero como es de extrañarse, muchas veces al bajar una canción por Internet, le llega a uno la canción pero uno queda convencido de que cierta persona la canta, hasta que uno descubre que no es así. Esto fue lo que me pasó. Estuve convencida que la cantaba Glen Phillips, hasta que cuando empecé a buscar la letra, me di cuenta de que Glen Phillips no era el dueño de la canción. Resulto ser que Sean Watkins canta la canción junto con Glen Phillips. He aquí un homenaje a ellos dos y a su música.

La letra:

Sean Watkins Featuring Glen Phillips
Let It Fall

Hey look, I’m not weighed down, as I walk through the glowing wheat fields churning on the ground. As all the ravens fly away, they leave nothing but the sun and endless blue day. I always knew I felt this way, but couldn't find the time to say to myself, I’ve got to let it go. Through all the joy and all the pain with the drought and the rain, the honest truth is all i want to know, let it fall, let go.

My kingdom's walls have fallen down, but I know that I don't wear an undeserved crown. Though it seemed to fit me well, underneath it, I would certainly fall down. Last summer we left things unsaid that should be now a long time dead and now it seems that time has put it well. Words can chase away a friend but to a lie, they'll bring an end and throw it down the darkest deepest well. Let it fall, let go.

Glen Phillips

La canción:

Sean Watkins

P.D. Feliz Cumpleaños a Adriana Acosta en Weston, que cumplio el Sabado. Ultimamente la gente no hace sino cumplir años, para al mio, solo faltan 168 dias. Para irme solo me quedan 4 dias. Y faltan 11 dias para que llegue el niño Dios. Ya casi...

Matt Nathanson

Illusions
by Matt Nathanson

I believe in your strength, though I understand you felt alone because when you need a friend there’s no one strong to fall back on, and your past will still burden you, but I'll
hold you through the pain.

So, so in the end it’s not just you, with your memories and your scars. Fall on me if you ever forget how beautiful you are. So in the end it’s not just you, with your memories and your scars. Fall on me if you ever forget how beautiful you are.

I believe in your words and your eyes and when you speak of your dreams I realize, that I will envy whoever you give your heart to, and I will never let you...fade away. And I want you to know that I love you, for all you are and all that you’ll be.

So, so in the end it’s not just you, with your memories and your scars. Fall on me if you ever forget how beautiful you are. And you are.

Continue Dreaming
by Matt Nathanson

I shouldn't need to wish that I am all I am not. I shouldn't need to always offer you my thoughts, but I do, and I've opened myself up to the wrong and felt that pain, and I've opened myself all up to you and felt the same. Please don't explain, just let me continue dreaming.

You understand what hurts me, but I was the one who made that known, and now it seems my time is over and I need some time alone, and I've opened myself up to the wrong and felt that pain, and I've opened myself all up to you and felt the same. Please don't explain, just let me continue dreaming.

Why must I be affected by the words of those who know not what they've said? You're no longer someone I'll remember, but someone I'll regret.

P.D. He's not only a great artist, with good songs, but at the same time, he is able to transmit his vibes through his music. I can feel his music. For that reason he is part of my weblog.

A mi Mamá: Feliz Cumpleaños en su llegada al cuarto piso. Doy gracias a Dios por tenerte y por querer ser una mejor persona gracias a ti y a esa sonrisa incondicional que me das todos los días.

Ode to Despair

The forever long night has now disappeared from my sight,
I wait for it to come back.
While I stand outside mourning the time I’ve lost,
I stare at the wide sky.
As I find my way through this view,
I realize how painful the day can be,
How hard it is to cope with who I am and what I have to live.
I realize how much I try to define myself but only fail.
The sun does not shine; it burns me, confuses me and messes with my mind.
The clouds no longer comfort me; there is no way to get out.
I’m drowned into this misery, my own despair.
As I blame myself for my entire struggle, lightning hits the earth,
Though the instant is now gone, in my mind the image seems to perpetuate.
This sight can only be deceiving, for nothing is as it seems.
I dare not take this image out of me,
for ‘tis the only true reflection of my anxiety.
I wish for the day to stop putting obstacles on my path,
‘Cause soon I won’t be able to stand and I might as well just give up.
At the same time, I wish I was stronger
And I wish I didn’t let the sun take over my worries.
Just as the night doesn’t seem to have an end, this day seems to be eternal.
Can’t think of anyone or anything that would help me cease my pain,
As seconds expire this feeling becomes stronger, just as if lightning had struck on me.
My ill heart keeps beating, but my soul, my soul is misplaced.
At last, the sun seems to stop burning, as it starts to vanish from the scene,
The longed night is now approaching,
and although my pain will not go away, my thoughts are still misleading, and my heart still aches,
I still have hope for a better tomorrow.






P.D. I wrote this a long time ago, and a close friend used it as his homework. It reflected how I felt at the time and he got and A, so it served the purpose. Why is it here? It's pretty much how I feel right now, overwhelmed, frustrated, worried and confused.

Feliz Cumpleaños a Samuel Pelaez en Bogotá.

Not This Time

It is actually going to be the first time that I write on my weblog in English. Do not ask questions, I do not care about preferences for the language at this point in time, just read. It is also the first time I use this to communicate with someone. You know who you are. I know that you have me blocked on your list but you probably have been on the weblog before, and I’m sure you enjoy it. You probably have more comments than anyone but haven’t mentioned them to me yet, and you probably won't get to, also you probably visit it often just to read the crap I have to say. But I’m going to get to the point. Im not asking you to read this, I am just speculating the fact that you have visited this site, but even if you don’t, the word will get to you. It is up to you to read, just as it was up to you to say that you do not want me to be a part of your life. Just so you know, I’m not writing this because of that decision. Reverse psychology does not work with me, you know that.

Every time a person makes a mistake, they have two options, they either do not care and do it again, or they have the chance to redeem themselves by saying they are sorry. Here is where forgiving comes in, when someone errs, and they are forgiven it is supposed to be forgotten, but for some reason people always bring up the past to present arguments, and that always makes things worse. If you do not believe me, then you should read the little book I gave you on instructions for life where it says: Never bring up the past in arguments with loved ones.

For every mistake I have made in the past, I have tried to redeem myself. Not by simply saying, “I’m sorry”, I think I have followed through and tried to change whatever it is that made me err, because if it were not for that, saying “I’m sorry” would be of no use.

I’ve now had months to think everything throughly, and it has been very difficult for me to try to let go of all the memories, because once a story has been lived, it is very difficult to do so. I also knew that I would see you, and I was willing to be your friend, or at least that’s what I said, but I want to take it back. I wish you were in my position. It’s very uncomfortable being judged and questioned on how you feel or on what you’ve said. I do want to say that I’m sorry for the fact that you can’t trust me or have my credibility, because I can’t see that as something reasonable, however, that is your choice. Not talking to me, that’s your choice too.

The only thing that I can conclude from all of this, is that I was right when I told you that you didn’t love me. After reading that sentence you might say that I’m wrong, you might be upset and if you don’t want to read this anymore, its ok, again, your choice. It might hurt as you read this, but you are not even close to knowing what loving is. Loving is about seeing the other person happy, even if you cannot be part of their happiness. A friend once told me, “If you really love someone, love will give you the courage to let them go”. I think she is right. If you ask me right now how I’m doing, I would have to say that I’ve had one of the best years in my life. I’ve felt lonely lately, but I have been able to get to know myself, to do things that make me feel good about myself and things that make me happy. Sentimentally, I am doing fine too. Even though things are not perfect, and “I’m still too hard on myself” (more than ever), I am very happy right now. I’m really disappointed on the way you had to bring everything up, and on the way you acted. The person that talked to me on Friday, is not the one that I shared many memories in the past with. You are so different right now, that we are not even compatible anymore. I’m sorry for that too. But at the same time I do not want to say I’m sorry anymore. I can’t be sorry for the fact that I was true to myself even before being true to you. I’m also not sorry for how things ended up, because I tried my best so that they weren’t over the way they were. I’m just not sorry anymore. I’m really tired of all of this, and you know what, even though it was not a happy ending, not even a close one, I have to admit that I’m glad things are finally over. I also want to let you know that this is the last time I will write something to you. Do not expect any more writings from me, or any conversations, it just won’t happen, I won’t call you or look for you either, not because that's what you want, but because I want that too, again, this is the last time.

I did not read your e-mail, because it is probably going to say the same things that I've read in the past couple of letters over and over again, because after what we talked about on Friday, it seems that you can’t even keep a promise. I don’t find it worth it to read the e-mail. I understand that you don’t want me to be a part of your life, but I’m really tired of reading that over and over again. I’m not stupid, I get the message. If you have lost respect and credibility in myself, whatever I have to say does not matter, just as I told you. Again, I won’t read it, and on my regular state of mind I would say “I’m sorry” for not reading it, I would say "I'm sorry" for how things ended up, I will not try to fix it this time, even if I had all the duct tape in the world, but I am not willing to go back to the same thing, not this time.

-Alejandra Fernandez




P.D. Feliz Cumpleaños a Felipe Grau que cumplió ayer y que por fin pudo comprar trago legalmente en EE.UU. Que cumplas muchos más y espero te haya gustado mi regalo. Disfrútalo (no literalmente).

Mis Manos

Creo que dedicarle este espacio a mis manos es lo menos que puedo hacer después de todo lo que ellas han hecho por mí. Si no fuera por mis manos creo que estaría perdida, es más, creo que el mundo entero estaría perdido. Nuestras manos son menospreciadas a diario, pero en realidad sin ellas muchas cosas que disfrutamos hoy, serían solamente resultados de la imaginación.

Las manos son demasiado importantes en la sociedad, por ejemplo, un saludo entre dos personas que no se conocen se da por medio de un apretón de manos. Las manos pueden expresarse por si solas, la prueba está en que son un medio de comunicación para aquellas personas que no tienen la oportunidad de expresarse vocalmente, o para las personas que desafortunadamente tienen impedimentos auditivos. Las manos se utilizan para hacer señas que expresan saludos y despedidas, para decir “mas o menos” o para decir si algo esta bien o mal. Sirven para halagar a alguien por medio de aplausos y son tan útiles que hasta sirven para insultar y pegar, es por esto que considero que las manos son un medio de comunicación.

Son tan importantes, que existen ciencias y creencias basadas en las lecturas de las manos. Dicen que las manos pueden presagiar el futuro de las personas o dar características sobre ellas, y hay gente que dedica su tiempo para analizar y estudiar este arte. También dicen que cuando se necesite saber la verdadera edad de una persona, lo primero que hay que hacer es mirarle las manos, ya que las manos ayudan a diferenciar entre las edades. Además, no existe ninguna cirugía plástica que se practique para embellecer las manos, o por lo menos no es popular, lo que hace que las manos revelen el tiempo que han sido usadas.

Con verle las manos a una persona, no solamente se puede estimar más fácilmente su edad, sino que se pueden deducir y sacar conclusiones sobre la persona. El que no me crea esto, compruébelo por si mismo. Por ejemplo, una persona que se come las uñas tiene la tendencia de ser más nervioso y sobrellevar una vida con mucho estrés y frustraciones. Por otro lado, una persona que cuida de sus manos ya sea con el típico “manicure” o con un buen aseo de estas, demuestra autoestima alta e interés por si mismo. Otro caso es de una mujer que se deja crecer las uñas demasiado y se las pinta de rojo, no puede ser alguien más que la típica “loba” o “india” que abundan por todas partes. Hay hombres y mujeres en todo el mundo que como profesión tienen la de cuidar de las uñas y manos de las personas. Para resumir, las uñas y las manos lo dicen todo, es más, lo primero que le miro a un hombre después de la sonrisa son las manos.

Por otro lado, algo tan esencial y especial como la música no existiría si no fuera por nuestras manos. Sin las manos los pianos, guitarras, baterías, bajos, violines y trompetas y todos los instrumentos serían inútiles en el mundo. Si no fuera por las manos, las melodías no existirían y obras de arte como La Mona Lisa de Da Vinci o Las Naturalezas Muertas de Botero no serian sino imaginarias. Creo que el mundo estaría perdido si no fuera por los artistas conocidos y desconocidos.

Por mi parte, mis manos son más que una parte del cuerpo, para mi son una extensión de este. Gracias a mis manos puedo escribir, puedo pasar todos esos pensamientos que pasan por mi cabeza a realidad. Mis pensamientos serían solo pensamientos si no fueran por mis manos.

Las manos y especialmente los dedos fueron de gran ayuda en mis momentos más difíciles. Mis manos fueron bastante útiles en esos exámenes de matemáticas de Kinder en los cuales la suma y resta eran mis peores enemigos, y mis manos eran mis más fieles cómplices. Eso es lo bueno de las manos, que son personales e intransferibles. Creo que lo único negativo que le puedo atribuir a mis manos es que ya se me acabaron los dedos de estas para decir mi edad, hoy en día ya me toca usar las dos manos y los dos pies (definitivamente me estoy volviendo vieja).

Al mismo tiempo, con ellas puedo expresarme, dibujar (así sean sólo mamarrachos) saludar, despedirme, escribir, y es increíble que gracias a ellas puedo hacer lo que más me gusta. Con ellas los enamorados no podrían cogerse de la mano y transmitir esa energía que los une. Al igual que las cartas, que desaparecerían si no fuera por que las manos hacen la escritura posible.

En cuanto a mis propias manos, quiero mencionar que hace mas de tres años que no me como las uñas. No sólo paré por el hecho de que las manos de una persona se ven descuidadas con las uñas mordisqueadas, sino que es un hábito bastante desagradable y negativo. Al haber hecho esto, me pude demostrar a mi misma que sí podía hacer realidad lo que me propusiera (sé que es un logro demasiado insignificante para aquellos que no saben lo que es tratar de dejar de comerse las uñas). Mis manos fueron culpables de haberme dado inspiración y motivación hacia mis metas. Hoy en día, soy feliz con mis manos así tenga algunos dedos torcidos, ya no me como las uñas, y ahora me las cuido mucho más y las aprecio mas que nunca.

Ellas también son responsables de transcribir mi letra con la cual me identifico y que por cierto también dice mucho sobre una persona (hay gente que se dedica al estudio de esos garabatos que hacemos a diario). Son las responsables de las largas conversaciones por internet y gracias a ellas he desarrollado una habilidad increíble de escribir más rápido de lo que alguna vez pensé posible. También sirven para recordarme cosas que tengo que hacer, ya que en cualquier momento del día solo necesito un esfero y en ellas escribo lo que tengo que hacer para que no se me olvide. Sé que no soy la única que hace esto.

Gracias a ellas he podido darles una “mano” amiga a ellos que en algún momento la han necesitado. Otros me han tendido sus manos. También han sido responsables de las palmadas en la espalda que en mis momentos de tristeza me dieron ánimo. Esta misma narración no seria posible sin ellas, creo que sin ellas estaría perdida. Perdón, me retracto, estoy segura que sin ellas estaría perdida.

P.D. Gracias a todos los que me dan sus comentarios positivos sobre el weblog. Espero no perder la costumbre de escribir en el.

Quote: "The mind has exactly the same power as the hands; not merely to grasp the world, but to change it."

- Colin Wilson

Feliz Cumpleaños a Javier Martinez que abandonó la ciudad de Weston unos meses atrás y que ahora se encuentra en Bogotá City.