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Analizando las ultimas semanas... 2 para ser sincera, 

que si he tenido tiempo libre? pues um monton, 

me levanto a las 3 saco la perra, tomo las pastillas, me estiro y hago yoga, leo duermo y me levanto otra vez para comenzar a trabajar, trabajo por 8 horas haciendo el mejor esfuerzo para mantenerme enfocada en lo que debo hacer, (por que no naci millonaria?) tratando de evitar ese tornado de pensamientos... hasta que llega la 1:30... 

y me siento a tratar de planear que hacer para mantenerme ocupada, para quemar las calorias, para ganarme el challenge de mas pasos en la semana, para no sentirme triste por que no bajo de peso con ver los videos, por que tengo que callar a mi mente, por que tengo que encontrar la forma de dormir por las noches, por que no quiero estar triste, por que estoy triste pero no puedo darle paso a esta depresion y la ansiedad. por que tengo que ganarles la carrera. 

y los fines de semana pienso en la semana por que tengo mas estructura y los dias de semana pienso en el fin de semana por que tengo mas horas para correr, caminar, montar la cicla, escribir, leer, hacer yoga y mantenerme activa...

pero me siento cansada, cansada triste y sola... y lo unico que realmente quiero hacer es lo que se me de la regalada gana, sin pensar en las calorias, ni en nada mas... solo tirarme al piso con mi perra y quedarme alli dormida todo el dia... sin pensar o saltando de pensamiento en pensamiento sin mover un dedo...

eso es lo que quiero hacer... LO QUE SE ME DE LA GANA!! 

Bueno necesitaba ventilar... ya fui a montar la cicla,,, ahora voy a socializar un poco y despues ya veremos... aun no se me quitan las ganas de tirarme al piso a dormir por el resto del dia...

Se las dejo ahi!! 

Ps/ no, no es solamente Mrs T, Ahora tengo a Mrs T y a Mrs RR... no es una son 2,,,, asi de grave esta la cosa?

bueno la vida social y familiar me llama... ya contare! 

Piedelmundo!! 

Crazy,,, yes, no, maybe!!

After having the first therapy session...

Well... what can I say...  poor woman, hearing me for more than an hour straight, i learned a lot about myself  and most of all my family,,, but as I mention to Therapist,,, ehhh wait 

lets call her Mrs T.. want to give her a name, far from her name and yet make it easy for me as this is just the beggining of this journey...

As I mention to Mrs T, my family "that part that is NOT, my Beloved Husband and are not My Perfect Children",,, but uncles, parents and brothers... The Others!! wonder what face Mrs T would make if I say The Others in front of her... jezz...

I started listing things, issues, behaviors, so she may find the root that gives me this craziness... 

Am I Crazy, yes, no, Maybe?? I D K, yet. but i could read on her face

"mmm What color do I want my new bathroom floor on the 3d floor? this therapy will give me for that and for a jacuzzi on the first floor... I'm not saying bcz she looked bored but "what an interesting background".

Crazy Yes, no, maybe... I D K... yet it was very nice to check in my brain for all that information, get lost when i was talking and finding myself again. 

How do I feel today... lost, scared and ready to find the way out of this depression!! 

I leave there for now... let's see how it goes the next time or in between!! 

Piedelmundo...

Seis Mas...

 Y  bien... por aqui ando nuevamente, sin promesas de quedarme pero para escribir un poco que creo que es lo que me hace falta... 

esta vez sobre esos seis, seis mas... 

vamos al gym y que son 6 repeticiones mas, dependiendo de nuestra condicion en ese momento, las hacemos en un pestanhar, o 6 vasos de agua mas para mantenernos bien hidratados, 6 huevos mas...

Seis, Seis mas... 

hacen ya seis anhos que me encuentro en este pais, al llegar pues no era mas que una latina mas, y no hay solo 6 y muchas mas de 600 o 6000... no se.. no estoy para estadisticas poblacionales en este pais... solo se que hace 6 anhos llegue, ahora ya con una ciudadania y un proceso en espera para mis hijos, hoy debo decir que son 6 mas... solo para ver si sucede el milagro de verlos obtener la entrada a este pais tambien... ojala y estos 6 anhos mas no sean en vano... 

mis condiciones no son las mismas, el amor no es el mismo, ni las miradas significan lo mismo, y estoy completamente segura de que de aqui a esos 6 anhos las cosas seran mucho mas diferentes que ahora, los silencios seran mas extensos y los gestos mas fuertes... 

Hoy agarro mi cabeza entre mis manos y solo puedo pensar... 6 anhos mas

Alguna vez cuando mis ninhos estaban aun chicos y con el mundo llenandome de miedos me prometi a mi misma que no saldria de aquel infierno hasta ver a mi hija ya convertida en una mujer que se pudiera defender, que esperaria por lo menos a que cumpliera  sus 15 para terminar de secar mis alas y echarme a volar... y fue una eternidad, pero ese dia llego, ese dia en que escuche su voz y pude estirar mis alas prepararlas para levantar el vuelo y hacerme independiente nuevamente... 

Pero hoy tras una noche de tormenta y fuego reviso mis alas y no estan aptas para volar, ya mi cuerpo esta cansado, envejecido y mis alas se han entumecido, mis propios pies no me llevan a mas de 10 millas a la redonda sin dejarme saber que mi alcance es poco, sin que mis ojos se llenen de lagrimas que no me dejan ver el camino y aun asi siento esa fuerza que me empuja fuera de mi zona de tranquilidad y me dice que debo volver  a volar... pero aun no lo puedo hacer, todavia debo aguantar por esos 6 anhos mas... 

6 anhos mas... 

y vuelvo a escuchar esa voz del mundo aterrador recordandome que no hay mal que dure 100 anhos ni cuerpo que lo resista. y me pregunto sere yo capaz de soportar? no seran 100 anhos los que deben aguantar mi mente y mi cuerpo pero lograre soportar esos 6 anhos mas... sera que el mal podra durar 100 anhos? me conformo con poder soportar esos 6 anhos, no por mi, pero por ellos... por mis Crios. por mis angeles, por mis hijos...

6 Anhos mas... 

Un monton de caos... un charco de lagrimas y como siempre se las dejo ahi!! 

Life is too good to be true...

Sometimes we are  so focused on what happened in our past or too worried about what could happen next... then we lose that present moment...

These days I`m reading a book... Yes, another book, The Power Of Now!! 

I have noticed this book is to be read slowly and meditating every word, is not like those books we read and leave, then I`m reading it very slow and trying to absorb every part... but what I have noticed is that I was on that mood from before... why to worry so much about the future? what will happen, will happen if I worry or not, then I better enjoy what I have now and live with a positive mind, sometimes we give for granted certain things but it is only necesary a little second for everything to change then, we should not give anything for granted, even if its good or bad...

Now I`m enjoying the fact of writing a couple of letters to a friend without expecting anythig back, I enjoy sending nice voice notes to another friend, watching what is around me when I`m out or even if I`m in the office or in my room... I look around, enjoy and feel greatful of what I have... If I have to cry I let my tears fall, and  might think ¿why? but I know they are teaching me how to appreciate a smile and have wider smiles and loud laughters when I have them.

Got a ride on a motorcycle, the traffic was terrible and I got nervous, turned the mind on for a couple of minutes thinking what if... then I decided to enjoy the moment, enjoy the ride...

After some days, having,  some, non positive situations, today I broke one of my  tooth, I cried bcz I don`t like the idea of having my teeth not looking good, then, still crying, I thought... at least it happened today when I`m going to see my dentist, I was very nervous about but when my dentist saw me he had that big bright smile and gave me a nice greeting, heard me,  treated me as I was his daughter, laughted at me being nervous and made me feel good again, I went back to my office with my teeth fixed and a crooked smile bcz of the anesthesia... I had a busy day, going everywhere to get things done ASAP, and after all I was coming home very tired thinking about what to eat... then I feel my phone ringing and that notification that made me jump on my toes and smile of happiness were there... Heee... after that those little naps and more smiles for me...

Life is too good to be true... since I decided to enjoy the present moment, every nap, I`m living!!

Happiness doesn`t mean to don`t be able to cry or have hard times... 
Happiness comes in little bites 
Happiness is to live and enjoy the present moment!!


Piedelmundo!! 

Everybody Lies

After being hurted by a couple of big liars...  the second worst than the first... I think twice every move I`m going to do and watch closely on every word and every move... 

Is not that I`m living in the past or that I`m full of bitter but that I don`t want any more lies in my life... I can get along with people that has problems, that is not that good looking, that is old or young... I don`t have problems with that type of things... but what I can`t stand are LIES! 

What I always say is.. pls I`m begging U, don`t lie to me bcz those lies will hurt U more that me... 

But I`m totally convinced, Everybody Lies...

As Everybody knows I`m divorced, on my 40`s, I have a Job, I`m studying and I`m looking for someone that will be the one who I want and choose to share coffee every morning and every afternoon in the terrace of my house, he has good, intelligent conversation, times of laughter, a positive mind, kill cockroaches and always has a kiss ready for me... then I`m on a dating site trying to find him, Hope is the last thing to lose, I get some likes and some messages... 

I check on those profiles and there I start finding the lies.... 

If you are 50, a picture of a 19 year old kid wont help you... or yes... but is a lie bcz who see you is interested on that 19 year old kid not the 50 old man who is hiding his reality...

Yes, people should get attracted to what is inside of someone, who that person is not how the person looks but if you don`t show yourself at least in the couple of days after meeting someone, and keep showing who u were but how u look now... is a big lie that will end in a breaking, not because of your reality but bcz of the LIE! 
if you lie on how you look, your age, your weight, your status... then what is left? 

Unfortunatelly: 

                                           EVERYBODY LIES

Ok... I`m silently leaving this here ...

Piedelmundo!!

Mi Sombra Nocturna

En plena oscuridad,
solo puedo extrañarte.
Te haz marchado.
Una mañana, sin fin, desapareciste sin dar aviso.
Y ahora solo puedo extrañarte,
Te imagino y recreo las noches de intenso temor por saberte cerca, 
por escucharte susurrar.
Pero no estas mas...

Una intensa luz llena hoy tu espacio,
una intensa luz que no me deja cerrar los ojos.
Extraño tu presencia por las noches, que ya no reconozco,
si mi habitaciòn ha sido inundada por esta luz, 
que no me deja, siquiera, tener mis propios sueños,
mis propios pensamientos.
Ahora no se cuando es dia o noche,
solo se que el tiempo pasa sin detenerse un segundo
por lo que contemplo en mi rostro reflejado en el agua...

Ya no hay sueños
Ya no hay noches
Ya no esta mi sombra nocturna
y no estoy yo...

Solo esta intensa luz que me enceguece
y no me deja pensar.
No existe mas el deseo, ni las risas complices.

Solo el momento de descansar sin tiempo, 
sin noches ni dias.
Mi sombra nocturna,
te haz marchado en una mañana sin fin,
y ahora solo puedo extrañarte!

Piedelmundo...

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!!! 

Stop The Time

On that situation of being in the same place, trying to avoid any thought, walking and moving as an insane person, jumping, running and yelling to get away of my mind, even contaminating my life with lots of information. I have to check the time and the time is running... then I check it again and is going even faster.
But me, my body, my mind on this bed; this feeling of being trapped. All the noise out there those minds on their own time, all the life out there while my mind runs in here trapped in me, in this situation, in my device that shows me how the time flies while my life yell for a minute out for a second in silence, death!

Stop the Time and let me breath
Kill me, STOP THIS SHIT!!

Piedelmundo...

A Fake Story... written on april

It was written back on April, when there was a stupid hope to cheat on myself 

When I used to have a stupid trust on a Joker.

A fake story…

Walking through the park creating stories to laugh

Let me create one…

U will laugh out loud and u won´t be able to stop…

There were a couple of friends

He was a joker who didn´t believe in love

She was a crazy woman in love with love

They met bcz of any reason

He was more than what she was expecting

She was… what she was!!

A simple mind with a voice,

A silly mind thirsty of knowledge

They started talking about nothing

And she got lost in his eyes

He found someone who was laughing of his jokes

Day by day walking through the town

She didn´t find the way back to her life

And he had to leave…

Without a kiss or a good bye

He left her side

And her days became a bored couple of hours…

She wrote and cried her words

She cried more than what she thought

And somehow he decided to return

When he came back

She cleaned her face

And dried out her tears,

On her lips, a new smile

On her voice, that silent welcome

Her eyes sparkling

But her heart suffering bcz of the reality

Bcz she was aware of what his presence meant

And what would happen when he leaves again…

He coming back was an update of what already happened

But she was not to waste this opportunity

To borrow her lips again to steal those kisses

To touch his face again while he was joking

Again giving her own and getting lost again

While he was joking and preparing his heart for his perfect one

She dreamed of him

But at the same time

She was totally aware that she was nothing,

She didn´t even has a joke to make him laugh

And that word

Turned into an old joke

An old joke without grace…

Ooppss…

The inspiration is gone!!

Piedelmundo...

Phone Vs Computer

After denying myself I have to write... actually I did to A too when he stated he doesn' t care what I write,  if i cry on my words or if I write about how bad he is. The case is that i didn' t want to write a single letter I just wanted to come back home, sit in front of the TV and contaminate my mind with anything that made me scape from my thougts.
Tried to download a game ( candy crush) but as the last time it was a problem for my android phone then I uninstalled the game 2 seconds after it started, sat in front. Watched the ceiling fan on his unstoppable dance trying to fall asleep but nothing worked for me, didn' t want to sit by my mom and get questioned about A. Then I had to stay in that room, quiet. My fingers moving as they' re writing something and my mind flying I decided to find a note or memo app to at least write and leave the writings there for sometime when I might come back and maybe try to post any of them. I found google docs... wao it has an app that is not already in my apps list and would work as a what I needed, but when it finally opened surprise, surprise... I have a book waiting to be read  "La Fuerza De Creer" GREAT a way to scape from my mind... yes, sure!! Started reading but my thoughts jumping in front of my eyes,  a lot of words, thoughts and memoirs coming to written.
Then I finally stopped the nonsense reading and thought.... Ok if they have an app for google docs then they should havean app for Blogger and here we are...
Obviously I got the app and now I dont know how to check my comments, my other blogs, how to place pictures, videos and any other stuff?
Gosh... Phone Vs Computer, hope I can have a new laptop ASAP since I dont think I would love the way my Blog will look by the app...

Ok suffering the absense...

Piedelmundo!!

Felizmente... Contaminando Mi Mente!!

Llevaba ya varios dias sin utilizar mi mente, en un intento de subsistir con esa caotica idea venida de una fuente peor que la mia, me iba acotumbrando a no pensar, ser un cuerpo sin ideas ni opiniones, sin palabras propias en camino a mi propia tumba.

En realidad me vi en ese valle sin vida, lodo seco bajo mis pies, mis ropas desgastadas y raidas por la lucha por seguir viva, mis manos ensangrentadas tras batallar contra ese collar de puas que me estrangulaba por conseguir algo de aire para mis pulmones, mi mirada sembrada en cada grieta de ese lodo y mi mente, fuera de forma, dandome la idea de que fui en busca de vida y encontre muerte.

Tras el viaje, de ida y vuelta, mas corto de mi vida; me meti en la cama y no necesite mirar por la ventana para saber que una hermosa curva plateada llenaba el ambiente, mi sonrisa, y recorde como 10 años antes, una noche vistiendo una falsa sonrisa, pude molestar a alguien mas, pero anoche, nadie vio mi sonrisa, solo yo; con mi respiraciòn en calma sonrei por estar viva. Ni siquiera me dedique a hacer un inventario de mi propio ser, de los daños, de lo que deje atras y de lo que logre salvar. solo respire profundo y en calma, cerre mis ojos, escuche mis propios latidos y sonrei por estar viva y ser libre, OTRAVEZ!
Esta mañana, escuchando esos sonidos que tanto detestaba y deseaba eliminar de mi vida, mi mente se desesperò creyendo que era solo un sueño y que aun me encontraba presa, casi con mis ojos llenos de lagrimas, por la decepciòn, me apresure a abrirlos y me encontre en ese lugar que tanto he maldecido, en ese mismo hacinamiento donde ese ronquido del que tanto me queria deshacer, la noche anterior me arrullo y me llevo a un sueño en absoluta y verdadera calma, busque bajo mi almohada la libertad de ubicarme en el tiempo, volvi a respirar profundo sintiendo mis ojos humedecerse celebrando la libertad de estar viva y contemple ese lugar, abrazandolo agradecida por su existencia.

camine hacia la puerta para encontrarme con el mismo cuadro de cada dia, guarde para mi ese gozo de mi corazòn, camine a la parta trasera de la casa para levantar mis brazos al cielo para agradecer y pedir nuevamente un poco de direcciòn para mi vida, prepare el Cafè que tome entre mis manos en absoluto silencio, disfrutando cada trago rodeada de todo ese ruido de afuera, las voces de siempre, las mismas preguntas, los mismos comentarios y respire profundo tras la idea de haber besado a mi hijo por ultima vez, la ultima vez que le vi; tras la idea de haber abrazado a mi hija y haberle dicho que la amaba por ultima vez la noche anterior antes de hacer el viaje mas corto de ida y vuelta la noche anterior; tras la idea de haber evitado despedirme de mi madre quien habria identificado mi destino hacia la muerte tras esa despedida  y esta mañana todos esos besos, abrazos, palabras, no son mas que una cotidianidad, que la vida y la libertad de pensamiento volvieron a tender una larga alfombra roja rumbo al horizonte para mi, que esto que me llevaba a la muerte menta, y real, ahora se ha convertido en un paso, un tropiezo, una ligera caida de la cual me levanto y continuo VIVA.

A mi mente, fuera de forma, aun en silencio o tal vez dejandome disfrutar de cada minuto conmigo, con una idea diferente de lo que queria escribir pero embriagada en este agradecimiento por PODER EJERCER MIS DERECHOS FUNDAMENTALES:

ARTICULO  13.  Todas las personas nacen libres e iguales ante la ley, recibirán la misma protección y trato de las autoridades y gozarán de los mismos derechos, libertades y oportunidades sin ninguna discriminación por razones de sexo, raza, origen nacional o familiar, lengua, religión, opinión política o filosófica.

ARTICULO 16. Todas las personas tienen derecho al libre desarrollo de su personalidad sin más limitaciones que las que imponen los derechos de los demás y el orden jurídico.

ARTICULO 18. Se garantiza la libertad de conciencia. Nadie será molestado por razón de sus convicciones o creencias ni compelido a revelarlas ni obligado a actuar contra su conciencia.

ARTICULO 19. Se garantiza la libertad de cultos. Toda persona tiene derecho a profesar libremente su religión y a difundirla en forma individual o colectiva.
Todas las confesiones religiosas e iglesias son igualmente libres ante la ley.

ARTICULO 20. Se garantiza a toda persona la libertad de expresar y difundir su pensamiento y opiniones, la de informar y recibir información veraz e imparcial, y la de fundar medios masivos de comunicación.

ARTICULO 22. La paz es un derecho y un deber de obligatorio cumplimiento.

EL ARTICULO 22 HABLA DE MI DERECHO A LA PAZ  QUE NO DEBERA SER MOLESTADA POR NADIE EN SU HORRIBLE DESEO DE HACER SOLO SU VOLUNTAD EN CONTRA DE LA MIA!!
 Y, AY DE AQUEL QUE SE LE OCURRA VENIR A VIOLARLOS QUE LA LISTA DE DEMANDAS PUEDE AUN CRECER Y EL PESO DE LA LEY CAERA SOBRE ELLOS.

En pleno ejercicio de mis derechos me siento frente a esta pantalla, disfruto de cada sorbo de cafe mientras escribo cada palabra mientras, libremente, escucho musica; libremente, leo mi correo; libremente, contesto  a todos; libremente y sin ser juzgada, reviso todas las notificaciones de otras personas que no conozco y no tienen nada que ver conmigo en mi Facebook; libremente, descargo todas las imagenes que deseo para futuros escritos; libremente me rio de la idea de esa mente convencida de que yo ya no pensaba y no tenia poder de moverme fuera de su manipulaciòn; libremente leo y re-leo lo que escribo sabiendo que es muy malo pero ejerzo mi libertad de escribirlo por que soy libre de expresarme y tal vez algun dia alguien podra comprender que aquello que a muchos puede atraer como es la inteligencia si no es bien apreciada se convertira en el arma utilizada en contra de ellos mismos. 

Para quienes quieren imponer sus ideas sin tener una sola palabra de contradicciòn deben conseguirse algun analfabeta que le toque soportarles, que pueda, en realidad, tomar esa idea absurda de vivir absolutamente fuera de la sociedad, sin electricidad, con una mula a mano para ir a buscar viveres una vez cada 2 o 3 semanas 

HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHA LIBREMENTE ME RIO DE ESE ABSURDO AL QUE ME QUERIAN LLEVAR recordando como pensaba que tal vez podria hacerle cambiar de idea pero que definitivamente tras discutir por una miserable botella de agua purificada, todo eso de no poder utilizar mis medios de comunicaciòn y tener que pedir permiso, tener que vestir lo que otro deseaba, tener que pasarme las noches en vela, ver esos ojos de odio, ver esas manos que me aterrorizaban cuando trataban de lavarme el cerebro, ese movimiento maniatico de esos dedos, y ¿tener que enfrentarme a una nueva regla? hahahhahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaha ejerzo libremente mi derecho a la opinion y a la libertad de expresiòn y en voz alta digo ADIOS A ESE ABSURDO Y A TODOS LOS ABSURDOS IMPUESTOS!! 
 
Y ahora felizmente... contamino mi mente con musica, imagenes y estupideces que tal vez no me lleven a nada  pero que me dan la idea de VIVIR BAJO MIS PROPIAS REGLAS!! 

ESTOY VIVA Y SOY FELIZ, no, no creo que vaya a pedir perdon, no creo que proponga nada, no creo que quiera regresar a dejar de dormir y ser insultada a cada instante. 
La arrogancia no es inteligencia ni es inteligente
La sabiduria no tiene nada que ver con ser grosero y estupido
Los verdaderos sabios e inteligentes tienen capacidad de escucha y comprensiòn!! 

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAH
HAY MUCHO POR ESCRIBIR 
Y YO TENGO COSAS QUE HACER ASI QUE POR AHORA SE LAS DEJO AHI!! 

Piedelmundo!!!