Hace mucho tiempo llegué a una conclusión, todo esto gracias a mis vivencias, a mi observación y a mí decisión. No estoy pidiendo opiniones, y no voy a cambiar mi pensar sólo porque te resulte difícil de entender. La familia para mí es cualquier persona que te ame: sin condiciones, sin esperar nada a cambio, … Continue reading ¿A qué le llamas familia?
Me vs. Stress
I didn't want to believe I was stressed until my body began to make me realize it. It's difficult to see it, I don't recognize it, I didn't know I was because I do the same things everyday, but maybe the routine is part of my problem. I work, come home, eat, take a shower, … Continue reading Me vs. Stress
Transition
The other day I read a quote "Stress kills creativity". And I've been writing more often lately so, look who's not stressed anymore! Well, at least not the mental stress I used to have. I remember I stopped writing since I began Engineering school. Even that I tried to keep writing I just couldn't. My … Continue reading Transition
Live life, love life
People think I am the adventurous type of person, maybe for the photos I like to take and share when I travel, where I live or due to the fact I moved to another country. The truth is, I don't think I am. I just changed the things I didn't like about my life because … Continue reading Live life, love life
If you don’t care about me
If you don't care about me, I won't care about you. I don't know if you consider this good or bad, for me it's something I've had to learn for my own sake. I used to love a lot of people, and care about them, even after they didn't love me back. It was hard … Continue reading If you don’t care about me
Haz las cosas con miedo pero hazlas.
Yo solía pensar que le temía a los compromisos, que nada me gustaba por completo, que no tenía "cosas favoritas" y de alguna manera fui consciente de estas debilidades y decidí afrontarlas, ser mejor. Lo primero que recuerdo como reto personal y autoimpuesto, fue participar en una obra de teatro. Yo no estaba segura de … Continue reading Haz las cosas con miedo pero hazlas.
How much crazy is good?
We often hear that crazy people are geniouses but, how far is crazy from insane? How can someone measure that, explain that, how much is healthy and how much unhealthy? I believe I am crazy and somehow creative but my creativity has been sucked and now I am in a gap , waiting for ideas, … Continue reading How much crazy is good?
My trip to Canada
Yesterday I came back from my trip to Canada. I went to Toronto and Niagara Falls in Ontario. Today, I went back to work feeling different, happier, at peace, like if I had lived something that had an impact in me. I changed a little, I am a person that had found its place, where … Continue reading My trip to Canada
The color of your life
If you had to live in just one color, what color would you choose? I would live in blue. I love blue, it's my favorite color. It reminds me the sea, the cloudy days which are my favorite, the clear sky. The dark blue at night. For me blue is peace, happiness and also some … Continue reading The color of your life
“My mind is playing tricks on me”
No, this is not a song, this is the title for my current issues. I have always considered myself a healthy person, I eat well, I sleep well, I do exercise. But when it comes to my mind, there is the problem. I don't know if it's something chemical, physical, or it is just a … Continue reading “My mind is playing tricks on me”
Todo tiene una razón de ser
Desde que era niña me empeñaba en conseguir lo que quería, hacía berrinches, hacía tratos con mi hermana para que jugará conmigo o para no delatarla. Siempre tenía dinero pues me gustaba ahorrar (no recuerdo haberlo utilizado pero siempre ahorraba), así que desarrollé muy bien esa costumbre. Siempre he pensado que todos esos "skills" que … Continue reading Todo tiene una razón de ser
¿Where is my mind?
Cuando no se por dónde empezar a escribir al ver una hoja en blanco, es cuando me pregunto, ¿qué me pasó? ¿Dónde esta esa niña de 10 años que escribía poemas, que estaba enamorada de la vida que se revelaba ante sus ojos?, ¿dónde está esa niña alegre? ¿En qué momento las cosas me empezaron … Continue reading ¿Where is my mind?


