Pause... don't stop.

Mood: Okay
Book: YPA
Music: Maligno - Aterciopelados

Pausing is art, knowing how to pause is art...

we don't know how to stop...

                                             do we?

                                             mundane needs!

We can start telling our stories backwards,

see if they unwrite themselves from our memories...

see if they can be rewritten...

because we didn't pause... we didn't know how to stop...

Halfway, the feeling overwhelms the soul with fire,

it burns it to the marrow... asphyxiating the hurricanes inside,

from the guts, we can feel it crawling out of our minds,

we didn't pause... we didn't know how to stop...

We wanted to pause,

not to stop...

Pause for a moment...

to listen to the birds' song...

                             to breathe the greens,

                             to drink the darkness from the blues...

                             to train our hearts,

                             and to write better stories,

                                                                  without using our words to hurt,

                                                                  but as a home,

                                                                                         where our souls could find a warm shelter...

but we couldn't pause...

                               we didn't know how to stop...

The Project - The first kiss

Mood: Just exercised
Book: YPA - WJ's
Music: K Flay

For all the time being, I would think I've improved at providing feedback in such a way that inspires and not judges.

I haven't.

I've been doing, in a disorderly way, the 20-20-20 by Sharman, I heard it first in Yasuo's podcasts, la Palma, feel free to drop by and listen to him, you'll get a fresher perspective of life.

Spotify - La Palma

This past week, we talked about the family from a sensation/feeling/emotion viewpoint. I chose emotion, I talked about my experience in the search and quest for my roots. It was of struggle, reliving the experiences, with a lump in my throat and told my part, I don't like portraying a weaker version of me, but there are things that I cannot handle, and my heart cries all the time.

This week we will talk about the first kiss, real or imagined. I have two stories, and I was thinking of spicing it up a little, although I don't want it to be bull

Connecting with the family can have a positive impact with everybody's present, in order to start fitting the future, although, with COVID-19, we don't really know what to expect anymore, we were able to estimate what the future upheld according to our actions and future plans, now... in this war against a disease, it is hard to imagine, yet a fact is, if we get sick, we may need to go out to fight it, and we may not come back.

¿Qué soy?

Mood: unease
Book: none
Music: Girl Anachronism - The Dresden Dolls

¿Qué soy?

Soy nada, un punto en el universo, como tantos

Un punto sin sentido, como otros

Sin diestra o siniestra, pero con misión.

¿Qué soy?

Un punto con aspiración a línea

A una línea que guíe el camino

Un camino que mejore mi realidad

¿Qué soy?

Soy un camino, como muchos, como pocos

Un camino que se levanta todas las mañanas

Con esperanza de cambiar el mundo

¿Qué soy?

Soy la mañana de emoción,

La emoción de aprender cosas nuevas

Cosas que me ayuden a ser mejor persona

De salir de aquí para entrar allá

¿Qué soy allá?

Soy la que nivela el timón,

Si no aprenden es culpa del maestro

Me dijo sabiamente mi querida Rebs

Y entonces, tuvo otro sentido

¿Qué tuvo sentido?

Soy un punto que da forma en el universo,

Son un punto con sentido, porque tengo una misión

Esa misión es mi deber para mejorar mi realidad

En el pedacito que me tocó estar.