Repeat after me: "I'm free"

No idea of who is the autor, I took this image from a friend's facebook wall

Hang on Little Tomato

	Pink Martini - Hang on Little Tomato .mp3
	Found at bee mp3 search engine

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Galletas Festival Big

(English version below)

La super galleta. ¿Quién NO creció comiendo galletas Festival? Si algún día se acaban las galletas Festival (Dios no lo quiera), te acordarás de este post. Porque todo niño colombiano ha comido Festival y no conozco a la primera persona a la que no le gusten. Bien, explícitamente, las quiero. Y si hubiera una Festival más grande que la nueva Festival Big, edición limitada, la abrazaría. Así que no me da pena lo cursi de este post y publico las fotos de mi super galleta ad eternum.

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The Super Cookie. Who didn't grow eating Festival cookies? If one day there aren't Festival cookies anymore (I hope God won't make that), you will remember this post. Because every colombian child has eaten Festival and I haven't met anyone who dislikes them. Well, decidedly, I love them. And if there was a Festival bigger than the new Festival Big Cookie, limited edition, I would hug it. Then, I don't care about how ridiculous this post can be and I put two pics with my super cookie ad eternum.
PS: I'm sorry, english is not my mother language.

Out of space by Travis

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The last Christmas

Pic of the last christmas in my city. I like this girl very much, you know, I love rainbows. And she's above the city, she's enjoying a good sight, no worries, enjoying sun and spreading stars. I'd like to be like she is.

Reflection

My oil painting reflected on glass. Doesn't it look like a lake? I would like it weren't fake, and to be there, in that little place.

Pics from my window

Pics from my window a day in which I feel terribly alone.


Glass jail. A fake freedom: the zebra. I'm a coward.


Doesn't matter the direction, they're just passing by. People, people, people.


The complete sight without those glass' bars. More people, some, walking and laughing.
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Where am I? Just watching. You know what's the worst? That is such a charming afternoon...nice place, nice weather. It's depressing.

Words on my arepa

Arepa is something that we eat in Colombia, it's a pancake made with corn.

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This WC is not Water Closet, is WelCome! Hahaha.
Even better, WC¡ means...

Pobrecito el diablo, que no alcanzó bendición - Poor the devil, because he missed the benediction

Cansada en estos días sentir lástima por aquellos que se quejan, llegué a la conclusión de que lástima no es compasión, es una alcahuetería. Los seres humanos tenemos la capacidad de luchar contra grandes problemas y de soportar muchos otros que no podemos resolver. "Aunque te resulte claro o no, el Universo marcha como debiera" (Desiderata). Lo importante es seguir luchando, de manera que al rendirse, en cierto modo es culpa de uno seguir en el estado del que tanto se lamenta.

Le dije esto a mi madre -la mujer más sabia que conozco- y ella me respondió con un dicho popular: ¡¿pobrecito?! pobrecito el diablo, que no alcanzó bendición. Estas palabras me despertaron de repente y ahora no siento lástima por nadie.

No significa que hay que ser insensible frente a los problemas de los otros, al contrario, debemos preocuparnos por los demás y ayudarles a confiar en sí mismos y a encontrar una solución si es posible. Lo que digo es que es contraproducente para todos asumir una actitud lastimera en la que consideramos al otro un incapaz.

El diablo no alcanzó bendición, nosotros sí =).

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I was getting tired of feeling shame for many people and their blames. Thinking about it one of this days, and our ability like human beings to change, and, the most important, don't hate life but continue fighting-which is a duty-, I told my mom that maybe, the shame or pity is not compassion, it is a way to support their bad state.

My mom -the wisest woman I know-said me: ¡¿pobrecito?! pobrecito el diablo, que no alcanzó bendición (in english: little poor?! poor the devil! because he missed the benediction). These words just got my mind unstuck. And now, I'm not feeling more shame for no one. We are able to support many things, look around, how many people suffering, and we'll still have strenght and love. "Wheter or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should" (Desiderata poem) The important thing is keep fighting and recovering the hope.

I don't mean we shouldn't care about others, I think we have to, but not saying "yes, you're a poor thing, you can do nothing, I feel sad about you", we must help people to be self-confident and to find a solution if we can.

*Thanks very much for my friend Corwin and his corrections =)

Colors

Today I bought a beautiful bracelet, I guess it will be my favourite one! Why do I love colors? because they are a tribute for life. Everyone has heard that each color represents a feeling. All in the nature has its color and texture. We are in colors: the eyes, the hair, lips, our veins, our heart, blood, urine (excuse me but it's true) etc. I love rainbows because of that, and because they are a symbol: of communication, because they are a bridge; of hope, because they are born in the rain; of integrity, because they are of light and water; of faith...because...you can't touch them but you're sure that rainbows exist, you see them, you feel what they inspire you. By the way...my favourite color is green =). I could write a paragraph about that, but it will be in other day.

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Later, when I was comming home, I saw a beautiful moon in the sky. Quarter moon? I tried to take a pic of this, but it was a pic without flash, then it is blow. Anyway, I loved it because I think it has a great effect of lights and shadows and the leaves of the tree look so softly with those yellow tones. I think I'm painting it with oil.

PS: I was thinking of this contrast of the light colors of my bracelet and the darkness of the tree picture and I just thought....wouldn't it be cool to see a rainbow in the night?

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Does no one make a comment on my blog?

The cat, the witch, the lovely

Actually, it's my brother's cat, but we all pamper her, so, she's mine too.


The spelt cat


A witch, after she became a cat again.
I've read that tri-color cats are of good luck.


The lovely