A PROMISE IS A PROMISE

Dear P(&=+), here you have what I promised. But, you are not the only friend of mine who needs these words.........I know there are some people who can feel blue, sad or just bored in boring places.. I hope to help with these words (salsa song) every time you have any negative thought....I really hope so, dear. Big kiss for my goddaughter....MUA,MUA

Everybody who thinks that life is unequal

They must know it is not thus, life is a beauty
You have to live it
Everybody who thinks that he/she is alone and bad
They must know it is not thus, in life nobody is alone
There is always somebody
Everybody who thinks that life is always cruel
They must know it is not thus, there are only bad moments
And they always pass
Everybody who thinks this is never going to change
They must know it is not thus: “if life gives you lemons, make lemonade"
And everything changes
You don’t have to cry
Life is a carnival
And it is more beautiful to live it dancing
And sorrows escape if you are singing

DAYTIME EXPERIENCES

Thousands of words flow in my head. Thousands of stories, some of them are brilliant but disordered and some others are absurd but ordered. I do not know if I am dreaming or if I am awake. They are small stories that seem to exist but later, I realize they are false. I have my head full of stories that never could happen in the reality but which, in that moment, are possible. Everything is possible and I wonder why, on the following day, everything is impossible. The difference must be that the excess of common sense restrains to us, but I don't really know. And, if I am not awake? Perhaps I am just dreaming. Next I think that tomorrow it will be another day and surely I will feel tired for not having able to sleep. Nevertheless, there are facts that make me think that perhaps I am in a deep dream in which everything seems as real as the same life.
I get up and I see my friends, but it is very strange: there are old and new friends. They are all together there. And suddenly I begin to fly..... (Perhaps too many planes in the last days.:):):)). Without any doubt: now I am dreaming. But perhaps I am not. Perhaps it is my true life and when I am dreaming is when I am living. I am hot and thirsty. I get up and I drink. There is a total silence. It is not necessary to wait it dawns since there is a continuous dawn in this city. Sincerely, this is getting on my nerves, I can not stand it . This situation is overcoming me. Even to know for sure that everything is a dream, would not calm me down because I want to sleep. I want and I need to sleep and I cannot. I want to live and I do not know if I am living.
Definitively, I wake up, like every day, and come back to routine, that routine that causes feelings of reality, since my dreams are full of absurd stories that are not related with a normal routine at all. I have my feet on the ground and I dive in which conventionally I denominate "my life", that is to say, in "my routine". And I stop thinking because what surrounds me confuses me and because I prefer not to think, which is more comfortable for me. I believe everything I see and I do not consider anything on its existence because I do not know it.
Is my life a dream of dreams?
Are dreams those which give life to my life?

MY POINT OF INFLECTION

You can be living years and years without nothing around you changes substantially, simply the normal thing in the life on any person. But, when you hardly ever realize, it appears your “point of inflection” in which your life leaves the curve. It can be any day, any hour or even any “insignificant minute” from which, you realize that your life has changed in that minute which had not changed in years.
I do not know very clearly if this minute is good or bad, positive or negative, determining or banal..... But what YES I KNOW is that IT IS “revolutionary”.
Three days ago I listened to some people speaking about the changes that, according to some researches, women experienced in different stages of our life. I do not know if men and women we are equal. I think that both of us have intelligence and will; we are able to do the same things. But a third element exists that makes us (women) very different from men: the affectivity: An ample and full universe of emotions and intuitions.
The woman does not have feelings different from which any man can have, but she feels them more intensely and with an ample variety of nuances. Women we do not feel more, simply, we feel in a different way. This difference of nuance appears in women like weakness or strength; nevertheless men see it as an opportunity or a threat. Everything will depend on the way each one faces up to it.
When a woman begins to know herself, she is not scared about what she is feeling, being able to distinguish between "to feel" and "to allow". It allows me to love with a greater intensity and I try to unify my personality in "what I do" and "what I think". Also it is strength because I try to develop my sixth sense: the intuition. It has been spoken much about the feminine intuition. My intuition as woman is simply the periscope of my heart, a thoughtful heart towards the others. My “periscope” sees farther, it discovers what it is not touched although it is felt.
But my affectivity also takes me to have weakness. My weakness is not to know the cause of my feelings, to confuse with others and to let me be surrounded by them, until the point of not understanding myself nor being understood.
The life is a continuous fight. This different affectivity between genders can become opportunity or danger, strength or weakness. But the most intelligent thing by both genders would be to take advantage of it, turning it a bridge for a mutual encounter and not like a wall that could isolate us. We should learn the best things that other ones have. As a woman, I should learn not to give importance to which does not have it and to value the essential thing in the delivery of the others towards me. For men, my advice is: learn to take care of the details, not by themselves, but because they know they are important for us.