There was a time to run free along the streets
There was a time to fly kites
There was a time to jump puddles
There was a time when all kids got together to have fun
By enjoying the sweet silliness of childhood...
Then, out of a sudden...
Came a time of big turmoil
It was not safe anymore to run free along the streets
It was a time to find a place to hide
Now the puddles were made of blood instead of water
It became so difficult for gatherings
As people got lost in the middle of complete chaos
Mothers, fathers, siblings, relatives, children
The sweet silliness of childhood was gone
Children had to grow before their time had arrived to grow
Children had to deal with extreme changes in the family dynamic
Children had to face something very scary to them: instability, uncertainty
Children had to witness every day their mothers' faces with a paralyzed expression of fear
Children were caught in the middle of something they could not understand
Children lost their innocence
Reality became tough
Smiles gone
Schools gone
Playgrounds gone
Houses gone
Food gone
Dignity gone
In some cases even their entire family picture was gone
Far away and forever from their very eyes
Children of war
Orphans of happiness
Orphans of their right to be children
Orphans of a future
Some...orphans of life
Life that had colors
Life that had love
Life that had a tomorrow
Life that had freedom
Life that had life
The sound of bombs exploding replaced
Children's giggling
The blue color of the sky was replaced
By dark gray clouds of smoke
The many stories of each house, each street replaced by
Mountains of debris
Unrecognizable landscape
We know something is wrong
When children cannot be found
At places they used to play together
Something is wrong
When they no longer are disconnected from the worries of adult life
Something is wrong
When they arrive in processions in the hospitals
Something is wrong
When they are told that their mothers, fathers, siblings
Are no longer looking for them
Something is wrong
When people forget that they are children
That their integrity and innocence must be guarded
Something is wrong
When instead of smiling and talking
They cry with not tears
And speak in silence
They are still breathing, still leaving
But, in fact,
The child in them is no more...
The scariest thing about Humanity
Is when people no longer care about the fate of children
Then, we know, something is utterly wrong!


Green is the valley
Surrounded by majestic mountains
Life has been living here undisturbed
Heavenly peace
The foggy mornings
Wake up in slow motion
As the nights don't like to give up their dreams to a new day
The endless fields of velvet grass
Are combed by mild winds
Trees have housed thousands of little creatures' nests
For generations and generations
Everywhere birds parade their intense colors
Orchestrating the sweetest melodies
No man has touched these lands
 Immaculate they are
When torrential rains blanket the valley
Everything becomes so vivid, so alive, so beautiful

These are all the daily miracles of life unfolding
Like a carossel that never stops moving...




Mrs. Miniver's rose...
A rose was named after me. I love roses! It is interesting how much an ordinary gesture of kindness can affect someone's life. Because I use to greet the gardener every day, it made him to want to name the rose he nurtured with absolute devotion Mrs. Miniver. The rose is a masterpiece of nature. Its petals feel like velvet. Its red has an impressive intensity. Its shape has flawless edges. Its perfume, oh, is a feast to the senses! I have never seen something so divine. So, I was very touched by the compliment, it was the nicest I have ever received.
I am Mrs. Miniver, an ordinary middle aged woman, married, mother, housewife, living in a foreign country, and with a mind always in the mood of thinking. I am curious about people. Not about their lives, but the way they parade themselves to the world around. We can learn so much by watching people's demeanor, the way they express their emotions, the sort of dreams they nurture, the way they relate to others (or don't), their fears, hesitations, and specially their unspoken words and bottled feelings, when they try to disguise what hurt them and who they really want to be in full. There are so many nuances... It is a very fascinating thing! It is possible to learn so much about ourselves as well...
Witnessing one's life unfolding... 
While I was thinking about my son, I saw a movie in my mind of this entire life so far. The time I was pregnant of him and so proud of that! The feeling of having him moving inside my womb was so special. The day he was born, the strong bond between mother and child, the care, the sleepless nights, his first smile, first words, when he was about to learn to walk still twisting his little round legs... His discoveries, accomplishments, dreams, the building blocks of his personal journey of growing up... He has matured so much in ten long years! He is so beautiful inside... his sensitivity toward people surprises me and touches me so deeply! He has a very unique way to stare at life and embrace it. I learn so much from him, from who he is! I admire his tenacity to overcome the so many challenges he has to face every single day. When he goes to sleep, I love the way he holds me, as a koala bear hugging a tree. It is so great to a mother to feel she is taken as a safe harbor and source of love and acceptance by her children. It is a wonderful feeling! I am so lucky for being able to enjoy it every single night. I know I am!



It was late night, I went out for a walk. The streets were empty and the light of the street lamps started fading away little by little in front of my watery eyes. The granite pavement was shinning as it had been polished. The cold breeze felt so refreshing on my face. I looked backwards and saw nothing as the path I just walked on was already past. I was wrapped by the fumes of fog. It engulfed me entirely. I was now part of its mystery, my existence belonged to it. I was not afraid, but intrigued a great deal. Where that mist was taking me to? I succumbed by its will. I let myself go as I was a feather in a windy day. The fog was so mesmerizing...


I could breath the fog. As I did it, it became part of me. While I was trying to unreavel its mysteries, it was trying to get to know mine... I felt the fog familiar, not an intruder. This first impression made us both comfortable together. I soon noticed that the fog had its own mood, its own personality. It was serene, inviting, tender, understanding of my nuances too. The fog was past, present, and seemed also to be a bridge towards tomorrow. I loved all that peace and silence it gave me! It was generous and inquisitive. I was possessed by its soul.

State of Mind...

While wrapped by the fog, I felt as I had been kidnapped to another reality that changed my state of mind completely... Suddenly, I was an alien in my own world, the world that the fog left behind. I saw my soul out of me, lost in that so dense cloud. It was levitating and moving in all directions. I felt so light as all the worries, fears, and conflicts had vanished altogether. It was like to be born again and have the book of life in front of me with blank pages for me to start writing a new beginning. That gave me such a huge sense of freedom and an urgency to be me in full.