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sábado, 13 de agosto de 2022

To Divorce...

 


El divorcio es la ruptura del vínculo matrimonial. En términos legales, el divorcio es la disolución del contrato de matrimonio, según la cual ambas partes tendrán que negociar las responsabilidades que les corresponde para continuar con sus vidas de forma independiente.

La palabra divorcio viene del latín divortium, y está compuesta por el prefijo di- o dis-, que se refiere a la separación o discrepancia, y por la raíz verto, que significa “dar vuelta” o “girar”.

El divorcio fue prohibido legalmente con la llegada e imposición de la Iglesia católica. Esto cambió debido a el rey de Inglaterra Enrique VIII, ya que se encontraba en una situación complicada con la Iglesia que no le permitía anular su matrimonio con Catalina de Aragón (exmujer de su difunto hermano), quien a su vez no era capaz de darle herederos.

En el año 1536, el rey de Inglaterra Enrique VIII rompe sus lazos con la Iglesia católica para casarse con Ana Bolena, fundando así la Iglesia anglicana.

El divorcio no se restringe necesariamente al ámbito legal, pues existen otros tipos de divorcios como, por ejemplo:

  • Divorcio emocional: se caracteriza por ser causado por desilusiones constantes, rechazo hacia la pareja e infelicidad en el matrimonio en general.
  • Divorcio económico: los gastos futuros, deudas pendientes e impuestos son discutidos entre la pareja y tratados individualmente.
  • Divorcio coparental: se establecen acuerdos entre los padres para el sustento de los hijos, su cuidado de ellos, y las visitas que correspondan.
  • Divorcio comunitario: en este caso la pareja avisa a sus círculos cercanos sobre la ruptura.
  • Divorcio psíquico: la pareja disuelve la ligación emocional y vive vidas separadas.
  • Divorcio legal: se define legalmente la anulación del contrato de matrimonio y se establecen las responsabilidades en relación a la custodia de los hijos, la división de las propiedades o bienes económicos.



Y bien, aqui vamos... 

Te Invito a Divorciarnos

Esta manana solte con una sonrisa la pregunta 

Te divorciarias conmigo.. y la respuesta fue una gran sonrisa con las palabras, Me has hecho el dia, me da felicidad escucharte la proposicion de divorciarnos...

Esta respuesta lejos de hacerme siquiera sonreir me lleno de mucha tristeza, mi dia se torno en un mar de lagrimas y millones de imagenes, formas de poder salir de este problema de seguir amando... 

Ayer despues de un par de dias de este episodio de mi vida amorosa, aun en ese pozo de lagrimas que me ahoga, en un intento fallido por  obtener una mano que me sacase de alli decidi expresar mi dolor y lo que recibi fue un golpe fuerte a mi garganta que me dejo sin aire... 



Siempre quieres hacerte la victima... 

La victima? estoy sufriendo estupida depresion y tu no ayudas... he llorado mas en estos dias que en mi vida entera,... y solo quiero hacerme la victima... 

Ok,,, no sere mas la victima a ver si te gusta el resultado...

Vamos a meditar, orar, caminar y esconder todo eso que llevo dentro hasta salir a flote... muy claramente sin ti, pero viva!! 


Recuerdo hace un monton de anhos atras estar en una situacion de absoluta desesperacion, llorar y tener ideas de suicidio, me detuvo el pensar en mi hijo y ver su imagen en ese mismo instante, cuanto me necesita y  cuanto lo amo... 
mi salud decayo de manera vertical, mi animo, para mi no habian dias solo noches oscuras, pasaba planeando como llegar hasta Alan y decirle que me moria, pero... no habia forma.. y culpe a la distancia, 
ahora vivo con mi esposo y el esta tan inalcanzable como estuvo Alan, y esta  menos de un paso de mi... 

En aquel entonces mi salida fue orar mucho, y pedir mucho a Dios, que se llevara lejos ese sentimiento, ese dolor intenso y pense que seria en vano todo ese pedir, por que mi amor era mas grande que cualquier cosa, sin embargo en una semana ya no era tanto el dolor en un mes ya las cosas habian cambiado totalmente... asi que no es imposible es solo cuestion de trabajar en ello, meditar, orar y respirar que Dios me dara las fuerzas para salir adelante!! 

Del Divorcio... no se... tal vez si, tal vez no,,, 


Amanecera y veremos dijo el Ciego!! 


















Se las dejo alli 



Piedelmundo!! 



viernes, 7 de agosto de 2015

My Life In a Backpack


When I was a little girl, the idea of going out for days filled my mind with an infinite number of questions as what would we eat? where am I going to sleep?, etc... 
Once we went to sleep on the beach and the experience got to be something I can`t, really, recall; I was sick and we were nervous of me having an episode and then having to run back home or at least to find a doctor. 



When I got marry at my 18 years old, I moved to another town, far from home, alone with another kid  and four big bags with all my stuff.
Coming back home, still married, I carried one backpack and a little purse, my husband  followed me months after with the other things and more gotten on those 3 or 4 months spent in that fake new home town where I found the reality for an 18 years old, married woman.

Some years after that, when I was decided to be a confined wife, mother of a couple of beautifull kids we jump to a new adventure, moving to another country... 
I left behind all my things; washer machine, stove, bed, kids beds, millions of kids toys, etc... 
An entire life got left behind because of the great idea of having a better life... 
What A Better Life!!
At least I left that comfort zone of being a desperate house wife who didn`t love her life but thought there were anything else to live.
Then I saw everything around as I can live without or I can live with.
A life after messing all my life and messing it again and again, I took all my things, or at least all the things I thought I needed, filled 4 big bags again and returned to my own country.
Lived in slow burningtown for a year, and flew to my own city found a job and new people who got to convince me of growing roots there, got a few of things but lived looking by the window for the day when I find my way out of there and  him (the one who will love me, who I love) a free, happy soul who I can trust. I found my steps comin back to burningtown. 

But a month ago, I filled my little backpack with some stuff I would need to live, feeling nervous and insecure left the house, but came back before I expected. left my backpack filled with all the stuff with the stupid hope of leaving before I expected but... one day I came back and emptied my backpack to fill it with daily things for little trips, watched that backpack there calling me, asking me for a date to leave, thought about selling my soul and step into a new adventure for a week, a month or a life, but, but, but... 
I promised to myself I would wait for..., my words, 2 years? hhahahahaha yes, sure!! hahahaa but I don`t want to have to deal with a new asshole for now,  then... mmmmm??
Do I want to contact him? or him? they are always on a rush and I have things to do for my own... I don`t need to live for someone else I have my own life and troubles.

That is not the subject... 


From my recent, recent recent past, Oh Come on, listen to your self V "PAST" I got a bunch of things that filled my mind, a bussiness, a partnership, laughter, JOKES, JOKES, STUPID JOKES. then what?? a flight ticket.  mmmmmhhh... my backpack jumped on my lap...
Without filling it again I started to think about anything else and left the bag on the floor for later, 
Jokes, more jokes, rules, and jokes then... my own mind working  Jjmmmm 

I, still, looked in my bag and I just need some clothes and I will be ready to leave... 


I have my basic life in a backpack.... I always thought about that people that is jumping from one country to another as a homeless comunity... can I be a part of that? What would my family think? what would the people say? would I survive?

answers... I don`t know
                nothing different of what they already think
                I don`t care... 
                I don`t think

At my 40`s I have my life in a backpack...


Piedelmundo!!! 



jueves, 10 de octubre de 2013

Dont want to write













Today is october the 10th 2013...

there are many reasons i dont want to write this
1) wont be read
2) have to be in english
3) dont want to cont crying 
4) and more... 

How i feel?? sad... before i was sad to give my words and dont get any response 
then i asked to dont be read  and i got a response... 
now my word dont get read 
then 
why to write? is like to waste the mind
waste the tears 
waste a life when maybe out there 
i can find some eyes that want to read my smiles
some eyes that want to respond...
but is not easy when i see those eyes everywhere and 
my fingers want to write for you 

now i can tell 
i am cleaning my house and closing my windows 
not to leave...
i will be there 
but not waiting for you
just waiting for my self to decide how i am going to stop crying for you
if one day 
you decide to visit me...
dont even ask 
just push the door 
i mite be there smiling 
if not 
is because im already dead... 

love you!!

Piedelmundo...

lunes, 7 de octubre de 2013

My eternal moment with you

My eternal moment with you...





without looking to excuse my self behind the curtain 

or a disguised lie 
without a fake smile, sound and extravagant... 
just like this
Like being without clothes!!  
totally naked in front of your eyes  
that i fear the most for  
not being accepted and understood than judged…
As always, 
not expecting any appreciation but without masks this time... 
I imagine your face reading these words, being aware of my desire…
I beg to the destiny, 
to life, 
the sky,
 and own existence 
allow me to have u in front of me at least once!!

perchance you take kisses as i do...
As that vital drink of water you are longing for 
and keep in your mouth for a moment, 
while you enjoy the wetness on your lips...
Then, i beg to kiss you, 
to touch your face, 
to feel the fragrance or your skin 
and keep it in my mind for ever

Caress  your skin 
and slowly undress your body 
while i am taking impressions 
of each milimeter with my lips....
Only once... 
To kiss ur forehead, 
reach your lips, 
slide my tonge by your neck 
at the pace 
my trembling fingers unbutton your shirt.

Make the recognition of your bare torso 
and see the fabric slip to the floor, 
i search  for ur consent look 
and find your lips half opened disposed for another kiss...
Other kiss with accelerated breathing,
trying to keep calm...

My hands like wild horses 
with no direction 
get in the rest of your vestments, 
stop 
and see you again 
for that gesture of authorization, 
without the sureness of 
owning the moment...

Distract your mind 
with a kiss on your chest 
and finally see u naked!! 
ready!!
Taste your masculinity, 
hold in my lips and tonge 
that trickle essence 
and feel how it slides by my throat...
Listening the beat of your heart 
at the rhythm of your breath 
when we are melting on one body, 
in a unison moan!!
In a moment for my eternity, 
the joy 
i wont have again in me!!
that instant 
that will be enough to fill up a side of my bed with anybody for the rest of my days...
That will be enough to have on my table a place with any name... 
Nothing will fill my soul because is already filled of you and the remembrance of that moment... 

My eternal moment with you!!!

Piedelmundo...

domingo, 6 de octubre de 2013

What i really want...



Talking with a friend today..
She is the one by my side, btw, she is the one who asked me if you said something for her one time
Now her relationship is good, Im glad I had the experience enough to help her
Ok… today she asked me
Bcz, I was so sad…
Did you ask him what is the reason for his actitude?
Did you ask him why he read your messages but don’t say nothing?
By that moment I didn’t respond nothing and she had to take her bus
But I answered those questions to my slf, I imagine you looking at me  to kill me if I ask such question…
But, guess what…
Now youre not reading me and you will not…
So I can ask and i´ll receive the same answer
Hun, why?
If many times we fought and when you called me even when I felt you were not right I didn’t ignore you
Why if you read me, why you don’t say nothing even to blame on me?
Why you read me?
if the reason is that youre that loyal and you have someone why you read me??
This is so difficult… member I told you im a difficult person??
So… I am
But im willing to change
I can accept
You  spiting in my mouth and hit me everyday if you just say hi…
I can change and stop talking
If  you come back to me …
Come back to me… and i´ll be your servant for the rest of my life
I can trade my life
To be with you
To have you again…
Anything, anything for you
To see you smiling and hear your voice
To touch you and kiss your hands
To feel your touch on my skin
To hug you
And taste you again
Anything
I would trade all my smiles
To see yours
I can give out all I have
All I want
Just to feel your arms around me
Or not even for that
Just to see you
behind the cold screen of my laptop


October 6 2013
It was a terrible day yesterday,
I woke up crying because I dreamed of you
And didn’t want to get up
Didn’t want to look at my cellphn
Because I knew there was nothing from you
During my work time was hard
Because everything reminded me of you
The names of my customers
Allan something
People from
Scarborough
Main
Rochester…
Well… that was a terrible morning
Me trying to forget and smile
But all my tears coming at once…
One of my customers, the one from main,
Asked what happened
When I asked for the zip code and I saw the name of that
And my voice got broken he sd
Is everything ok?? I replayed,
Yes…
I asked for the place… he sd yes that´s the area were ill be using my phn the most
Then my system got frozen I asked him..
Sorry, are you by the lake?
And he sd yes I am by the lake
Have you been here??
I sd, no…
Then I couldn’t cont talking
And he asked again
Is everything ok??
I sd with my voice broken
Yes, sir sorry, my system is still frozen I have to open my tools again
Then he said…
No, im asking if you are ok, I know your system is not that good but I think you´re not good neither…
I didn’t respond
Then he said
Sorry youre not ok, God bless you
Then at the end of the day
Told to my friend Kelly
Why? What kind of father is God that enjoy to see me crying?
Im asking him not to mk me forget about Alan
Not to make me hate him
Not to make him come back to me
But to stop this pain in my heart
But he is not helping me
I just want to remind him with a smile without tears
But
I get soaked of tears without smiles…
She told me…
Sorry my friend you feel guilty
And this sorrow wont stop
And the worst is that you didn’t know how you love him…
Now you realized you cant live without him
And is now when you have to try without him…

Today I got up without tears
I thot of you and felt how I wanted to…
Not happiness but no tears.. no terrible pain
Then the destiny
Came with a phrase
Hay teléfonos, e-mails, facebook, twitter, whatsapp, cartas, telegramas y señales de humo. Si no te habla es porque no quiere.
No need to translate since u wont read this….

As my profile picture on fb I got hit on my face and my mouth is bleeding…
At this moment I wish I get in an accident that erase you from my mind

what I really want??
You back… nothing else
If I don’t have you
Tell me a good reason to continue

Like when you feel under the big foot of the world

Piedelmundo…