Lista de cosas para esta semana

1. Levantarme temprano. 2. Hacer ejercicio en la mañana. 3. Hacer ejercicio en la tarde. 3. Meditar antes de salir de casa. 4. Prepararme para el cambio de empleo. 5. Perdonar y olvidar. 6. Comer mas sano. 7. Escribir en el blog. 8. Ahorrar. 9. Ser un mejor esposo. 10. Mantener el contacto con la familia y amigos.

You and me...

Tonight is warmer than usual. We decided not to go out and stay in, Our empty glasses lay on the carpet. I smoke my pipe as I gaze into your eyes as If I was searching into your soul for the missing piece of our love. You enjoy your favorite artist's new song. I smile as I love to see you happy as a little girl. We desire each other, but also like to tease each other minds by playing games. We kiss each other until one of us starts to losing control and then we stop.  In all of these years we learnt that if we hold our desire,we can then unleash it stronger at the climax. We like being cruel with each other. You are so passionated that sometimes I don't know how to tame you. Like a new puzzle I have to solve you everytime we make love. Perhaps, in your mind, you like to pretend being a new woman everytime we are in bed. Sometimes I find our answer,and we reach orgasm together. Breathing heavily, smiling, knowing that this  was a unique moment and it won't be another like it.  Sometimes I can't decipher you,and I  fail as your man. Ashamed, I can only say "Sorry". You make me I promise that next time I'll make you shiver while you pull me to your body,while screaming my name. And everything starts again...

Migrant's diary - The beggining

It's not the same to read about it,to hear about it or even to be told about it. All the expectations,doubts, fear, will fall down, sooner or later. The world, as the migrant knows it, starts to fade the moment he closes his home's door to never come back. Then,when he arrives to his destination, a brave new world will appear in front of his tired eyes. That's the irony of being a migrant. One leaves family and friends behind. And they get use of not seeing the migrant for a long unknown time. One trades life experiences for a passport stamp and that stamp is a reminder of the decision made. One swaps known places with new sightings of the world. Some are beautiful,some bring sadness,most of them will be new everyday places to hang out, to love and hate. Everything smells new. Everything is interesting or strange. It's like starting a new relationship with the environment. But then comes the grief,the sorrow of being away for too long. The sadness moves slower than the migrant steps but sooner or later it will catch him. When it happens, the sorrow pours all its weight upon his conscience. Then the migrant starts missing his family,his friends,his past experiences,his old memories. And the sorrow laughs and settles on the migrant's head to never leave again. Perhaps the migrant isn't alone,but sometimes he'll feel lonely. However, one day,the migrant will start to fill his new world with new experiences. Meeting new and old friends, having new places and situations to claim his. That will happen, one day...