I Promise Myself by Christian D Larson.

I Promise Myself...
To be so strong that nothing can disturb my peace of mind. 
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person I meet. 
To make all my friends feel that there is something worthwhile in them. 
To look at the sunny side of everything and make my optimism come true. 
To think only of the best, to work only for the best and to expect only the best. 
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as I am about my own. 
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future. 
To wear a cheerful expression at all times and give a smile to every living creature I meet. 
To give so much time to improving myself that I have no time to criticize others. 
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble. 
To think well of myself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words, but in great deeds. 
To live in the faith that the whole world is on my side, so long as I am true to the best that is in me.

50 silly facts (unknown author... I mean: I dont know who did it)

Getting to know each other!Share 

If you've been tagged or you are reading this, you have the honor of copying all these goofy questions, writing your own response, and tagging 29 other victims. 


1. What time did you get up this morning? 7:08 

2. How do you like your steak? Well done.

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Jhonny English.


4. What is your favorite TV show? None.


5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Vancouver, Canada. 



6. What did you have for breakfast? Usually cookies and oat.

7. What is your favorite cuisine? I like mostly everything, but  I could say  Italian. 

8. What foods do you dislike? Soups. 

9. Favorite Place to Eat? Home.

10. Favorite dressing?  Ranch.

11.What kind of vehicle do you drive?I don't drive my own car yet.

12. What are your favourite clothes? t shirts and skirts...

13. Where would you visit if you had the chance? Russi.a

14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full? It depends.

15. Where would you want to retire? Italy. 

16. Favourite time of day? Evening.

17. Where were you born? Colombia. 

18. What is your favourite sport to watch? Soccer. 

19. Who do you think will not tag you back? No idea. 

20. Person you expect to tag you back first? ? No idea. 

21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this? Everyone’s ☺ 

22. Bird watcher? Not at all. 

23. Are you a morning person or a night person? Morning person.. I think.

24. Do you have any pets? None.

25. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share? No ☺ 

26. What did you want to be when you were little? A scientific? I don't know... many things at the same time.. and still.

27. What is your best childhood memory? Christmas time... or pic nics with  granny.


28. Are you a cat or dog person? Dog.

29. Are you married? No.


30. Always wear your seat belt? Yes. 

31. Been in a car accident? No. 

32. Any pet peeves? None. 

33. Favourite Pizza Toppings? Mushrooms and pepper, but not together.

34. Favourite Flower? Cartridges.


35. Favourite ice cream? …Brownie and cookies.

36. Favourite fast food restaurant? I love it all !!!


37. How many times did you fail your driver's test? None.

38. From whom did you get your last email? My brother.

39. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Wherever if  three is the stuff I like. 

40. Do anything spontaneous lately? All the time ☺ 

41. Like your job? Yes.

42. Broccoli? Yes! 

43. What was your favourite vacation?  Not sure about it.. each one had such important moments to be remembered as perfect.

44. Last person you went out to dinner with? Gabriel, Lorena  and Julieth.

45. What are you listening to right now? Hear you me, by Jimmy Eat World.

46. What is your favourite color? Blue.

47. How many tattoos do you have? None. 

48. How many are you tagging for this quiz? I don't know yet 

49. What time did you finish this quiz? 10: 30 

50. Coffee Drinker? yes. I love coffee !

From other's wall

Nothing lasts forever, so live it up drink it down, laugh it off, avoid the bullshit, take chances, and never have regrets because at one point, everything you did was exactly what you wanted.
I don't believe in guilt, I believe in living on impulse as long as you never intentionally hurt another person, and don't judge people in your life. I think you should live completely free. 
Angelina Jolie 

Life is tough, and if you have the ability to laugh at it you have the ability to enjoy it. 
Salma Hayek 

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. Oriah

Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.


"La memoria es fragil y el transcurso de una vida es breve y sucede todo tan de prisa, que no alcanzamos a ver la relacion entre los acontecimientos, no podemos medir la consecuencia de los actos, creemos en la ficcion del tiempo, en el presente, el pasado y el futuro, pero puede ser tambien que todo ocurre simultaneamente". taken from " The House Of Spirits" by Isabell Allende.

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know 
one thing. 

You know how this is: 
if I look 
at the crystal moon, at the red branch 
of the slow autumn at my window, 
if I touch 
near the fire 
the impalpable ash 
or the wrinkled body of the log, 
everything carries me to you, 
as if everything that exists, 
aromas, light, metals, 
were little boats 
that sail 
toward those isles of yours that wait for me. 

Well, now, 
if little by little you stop loving me 
I shall stop loving you little by little. 

If suddenly 
you forget me 
do not look for me, 
for I shall already have forgotten you. 

If you think it long and mad, 
the wind of banners 
that passes through my life, 
and you decide 
to leave me at the shore 
of the heart where I have roots, 
remember 
that on that day, 
at that hour, 
I shall lift my arms 
and my roots will set off 
to seek another land. 

But 
if each day, 
each hour, 
you feel that you are destined for me 
with implacable sweetness, 
if each day a flower 
climbs up to your lips to seek me, 
ah my love, ah my own, 
in me all that fire is repeated, 
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, 
my love feeds on your love, beloved, 
and as long as you live it will be in your arms 
without leaving mine. 

The Invitation by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithlessand therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day,and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

by
Oriah Mountain Dreamer 

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EL POZO DE CASCINA PIANA (Gianni RODARI: Cuentos por teléfono, Barcelona, Juventud, 200218, pp. 120-122)

A

 mitad de camino entre Saronno y Legnano, junto a un gran bosque, se hallaba la Cascina Piana, que disponía de tres patios. En ella vivían once familias. En la granja existía un solo pozo para el agua, y era un pozo raro, porque, si bien había polea para la cuerda, en cambio no había ni cuerda ni cadena.
            Cada una de las once familias de la casa tenía colgada una cuerda junto al cubo, y el que iba por agua la descolgaba, se la enrollaba en el brazo y se la llevaba al pozo; y cuando sacaba el cubo lleno, quitaba la cuerda de la polea y se la llevaba celosamente a casa. Un solo pozo y once cuerdas. Y si no lo creéis, id a informaros y os contarán, como me lo han contado a mí, que las once familias estaban desavenidas, se despreciaban continuamente, y que antes que comprar entre todos una buena cadena y colocarla en la polea a fin de que pudiera servirles a todos, habrían llenado el pozo de tierra y de hierbajos.

Estalló la  2ª Guerra Mundial y los hombres de la granja tomaron las armas, recomendando a sus mujeres muchas y variadas cosas, y, entre ellas, la de no dejarse robar la cuerda correspondiente.
Luego vino la invasión alemana. Los hombres se hallaban lejos y las mujeres tenían miedo, pero las cuerdas se encontraban siempre a buen recaudo en las once casas.
Un día, un niño de la granja fue al bosque a recoger un haz de leña y oyó un lamento que salía de unos matorrales. Era un guerrillero herido en una pierna, y el niño corrió a llamar a su madre. La mujer estaba asustada y se retorcía las manos; luego dijo:
—Lo llevaremos a casa y lo mantendremos escondido. Confiemos en que también alguien ayude a tu papá, ahora soldado, si lo necesita. No sabemos siquiera dónde está y si vive todavía.
                Escondieron al guerrillero en el granero y llamaron al médico, diciendo que era para visitar a la abuela. Pero las demás mujeres de la granja habían visto a la abuela precisamente aquella mañana, sana como un pollito, y adivinaron que en el fondo había algo escondido. Antes de que transcurrieran veinticuatro horas, toda la granja se enteró de que había un guerrillero herido en aquel granero, y un viejo campesino dijo:
—Si se enteran los alemanes, vendrán aquí y nos matarán. Todos tendremos un triste fin.
                Pero las mujeres no lo consideraron así. Pensaban en sus esposos lejanos y que quizás ellos también estuviesen heridos y tuvieran que esconderse, y suspiraban. Al tercer día, una mujer tomó unos chorizos del cerdo que había hecho matar y se los llevó a Catalina, la mujer que escondió al guerrillero, diciéndole:
—Ese pobrecito tiene que alimentarse. Dale estos chorizos.
                Poco después apareció otra mujer con una botella de vino; luego, una tercera con un saquito de maíz para la polenta, y luego una cuarta con un trozo de tocino; y antes del anochecer, todas las mujeres de la granja se habían presentado en casa de Catalina, habían visto al guerrillero y le habían entregado sus regalos, en tanto que se enjugaban una lágrima.
                Y durante todo el tiempo que necesitó el guerrillero para curarse de su herida, las once familias de la granja lo cuidaron como si se tratara de un hijo, y nada le faltó.            El guerrillero se curó, salió al patio a tomar el sol, vio el pozo sin cuerda y se quedó maravillado. Sofocadas, las mujeres le explicaron que cada familia tenía su propia cuerda, pero no podían darle una razón satisfactoria. Habrían tenido que decirle que eran enemigas entre sí, mas esto ya no era verdad, porque habían sufrido juntas y juntas ayudaron al guerrillero. Aunque todavía no se habían dado cuenta de ello, el caso es que se habían convertido en amigas y hermanas, y ya no había motivo alguno para tener once cuerdas.
            Entonces decidieron comprar una cadena con el dinero de todas las familias, y ponerla en la polea. Y así lo hicieron. Y el guerrillero sacó el primer cubo de agua, y fue como la inauguración de un monumento.
            Aquella misma noche, el guerrillero, completamente curado, regresó a la montaña.

How I feel right now

I did not write here for such a long time !!! 

Well, in this very moment I am just in the middle of a doorside... Finishing something and trying to start something else... Time is running thin, Six years ago I was asking my self what I was going to do...and I though that when I got that answer it will be right, and it was, but now I am here again, asking the same question: What am I going to do now? I'm more scared than the last time, but also now I am more open- eyed and minded, so I got many more options for getting the answer. However, I am very exited about what is coming up soon for my life.  Well, this is it. My life is not a chaos, but I got to make some important decisions again. My closest friend in the world is still waiting  for me to get myself together... I told him to get a sit. I'm a little upset but, what to do? Everything passes away in this life. No more !!