sábado, 2 de febrero de 2013


                                             When respect is lost

                have a friend that her husband was unfaithful 7 years ago. They had a good marriage, but as happens to all, the years and the routine, destroyed his marriage, the are looking for another woman and se enamoro and my friend was not able to overcome it she did that relationship ended and the mistress of her husband leave the city, but after years, the still in love with this woman, but not could leave the Houseby my friend assaulted him psychologically and I hit it so often that I doblego your spirit, they are still married, but I see in the the triztesa reflected in your eyes, live an eternal sentence to find love outside of marriage, according to be the woman who was his lover, has not forgotten him and still loves him, but my friend is more strongdo, she is full of grudge and hatred, I swear that this martyrdom ended when she and her husband died... does not want to go ahead and do not want that nobody is happy... told me that the former lover has a son of this man, a child that is still small and that does not know the father... also told me that my friend just wants this child and her mother are dead... and I wonder?... how to help those who hate both as... help this man who has fear embedded in the bones... how to help this child growing up without a father and how to help the former lover?.. .that can be when a woman driving the lives of others... is that my friend is sick and needs help... but as you can help who do not receive assistancethat it can be when you are only spectator of a story that may end as a great tragedy.

                                                   THE life that I want to almost

           every day wake up with the feeling of not having done anything that leaves a mark on the world, think that only work filled me some spaces, and be part of a family filled me others... do but I echo I to fill my indoor spaces?... I take the hat for those who know how to answer this question, I imagine that they are those who follow any noble cause and help patients, animal, and the eco system... maybe those people who daily smile and greet a stranger, or those scholars who, with their work, trying to lessen the suffering of the planeta.Como can I do something to feel accomplished, that strange mechanism going has lead has be more useful to humanity. Vast perhaps stay crying for what it might be, or I have to find a way to make me.I think of young people of the world who walk with thousands of problems, thinking that everything is bad, and I think about how to give them a hand and show you that suffering is part of growth, that the only pain make us more wise, and that mistakes are only one of thousands of errors that we has commit throughout our lives... as I can help has those people who have already been with people and now painted gray, as you explicares that life does not end if not only starting a stage more free and less compromised... how to help children who have no parents, the families who have lost a loved one, a child who lost your pet?... maybe the only way I have is writing my great fears and tell anyone who will listen, that life is beautiful and the sun always rises, that suffering is a pain that it drowns out our mind and body, but that life continues and only up to us to know how to fill those spaces.

                                                            BAD PADRES

Contare history most repeated in the world, I have a child from a parent the abandonment, wanted for my as woman I just left crying in the shadows, me dolio, I hurt and I felt disappointed, even now when wound already Hill occasionally feel the sadness of who love you very much and seen in that child made love reality.         years have passed and I still wonder how man manages to have the ability to forget and alejarce body and soul of a child, even try to understand the meaning of Parenthood for those man away, I am not the first nor the last women to be single mother, but now with some years up solitary motherhood I feel more safe to write this text... I have been told that man becomes father when sharing with the child, not when it was born as women, they need direct contact with your child, that is easy for them to abandon them... I am thinking of the father of my child and remember the joy in his eyes when he learned of the pregnancy, remember that I am filled with hugs and kisses, was this pregnancy the continuity of our love, the continuity of the two, but I have me here.. .Since took years single raising it, cuddling and love filling your world so not you notice the absence of his father... the love of my life... explanations there are lots... the was married, he felt fear, way too young, had no money, never wanted children, father does not feel, wants to be free... I just can now define this attitude of abandoning a child with a name many names.. .from my point of view of single mother, female ex-herida, I can say that you should thank that man you not with the upbringing of your child that that man is worst that a bandit that man is a damn miserable... you can't live, can't love, can't feel, to be full of cheap excuses to cover the amount of lies that surround his lifeIt is an inbesil that looks you in the eye and will lie, a mental retarded that I launched a son without looking back, who never mind you what you feel by, never you care about your loneliness and much less the triztesas of your child what to do... is to run away from the as if it were a bomb... run and are happy with your baby, instead of joy and good times, do it laugh and watch it grow... to enjoy the magic of being MOM and when prompted by her single dad tell that he was a hippy much drogo in the youth, by which he died half of the brain and which hopefully walks... is happy to be single, best single MOM than poorly accompanied.