Just a place to share my feelings and thoughts with my friends .







PUEDO escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo: ” La noche está estrellada,  
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos”. 

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. 

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.  
Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso. 

En las noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos.  
La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito. 

Ella me quiso, a veces yo también la quería.  
Cómo no haber amado sus grandes ojos fijos. 

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.  
Pensar que no la tengo. Sentir que la he perdido. 

Oír la noche inmensa, más inmensa sin ella.  
Y el verso cae al alma como pasto el rocío. 

Qué importa que mi amor no pudiera guardarla.  
La noche está estrellada y ella no está conmigo. 

Eso es todo. A lo lejos alguien canta. A lo lejos.  
Mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido. 

Como para acercarla mi mirada la busca.  
Mi corazón la busca, y ella no está conmigo. 

La misma noche que hace blanquear los mismos árboles.  
Nosotros, los de entonces, ya no somos los mismos. 

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero cuánto la quise.  
Mi voz buscaba el viento para tocar su oído. 

De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.  
Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos. 

Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.  
Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido. 

Porque en noches como ésta la tuve entre mis brazos,  
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido. 

Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,  
y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo. 


Many tiny birds come to my back yard and play among the plants and flowers. I make a pond for them to take abath. wow, they move their wings and stay there for a long time. Love to do this.


ImagenWow, A long time without enetering here. I started my holidays on January 20th , but I slept and slept for almost 10 days.After that I have gone out, visited my friends, shared with my family, cleaned up and here I am trying to write a few words.

I should admit that I have missed my friends here.I have had news from them on facebook.I reencounter a beloved one some days ago.I promise to start writing again , as I did it until April , 2011.

The year 2011 was a hard year. Lots of work, studies at the university,Many compromises .Fortunately, I did it well, so I am happy.

We have had hot weather here, some tremors and me taking more than a shower a day

First rain here

Autumn is definitely here. We had been lucky as sun had shinned here since summer started in Chile. Summer was wonderful and now , it’s time to enjoy the nude trees , colourful leaves on the ground and lots of umbrellas going from one place to another.

We are celebrating Easter now. A special feeling  of love and generosity to those who are Christians and to those who are not.

I have prepared a blueberry pie with pastry on top , just to  celebrate the presence of my niece and her daughter at hometo.

I also want to thank my friends who are kind to me. I always receive little presents , they make me happy . Big hearted friends are in my way  Thanks God.

A bit of autumn

We have been rewarded by nature with sunshine during all these months. It started raining yesterday night, this morning has been cold. Nevertheless, we have felt  warm here as Nicole and Maura have been with us. Lunch time was yummy & our conversations after lunch have been definitely entertaining here.God bless little Maura and Nicole her mom.

“Nine Million Bicycles”


There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That’s a fact,
It’s a thing we can’t deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die.

We are twelve billion light years from the edge,
That’s a guess,
No-one can ever say it’s true
But I know that I will always be with you.

I’m warmed by the fire of your love everyday
So don’t call me a liar,
Just believe everything that I say

There are six BILLION people in the world
More or less
and it makes me feel quite small
But you’re the one I love the most of all

We’re high on the wire
With the world in our sight
And I’ll never tire,
Of the love that you give me every night

There are nine million bicycles in Beijing
That’s a Fact,
it’s a thing we can’t deny
Like the fact that I will love you till I die

And there are nine million bicycles in Beijing
And you know that I will love you till I die!

Flowers in my garden

My garden is a gift. I want to share it with you…

Laurita is a lady who loves flowers and plants. she is my friend. She lives in a small farm.

She has given me little plants and when the spring and summer have passed , I should say that my garden , belongs also to Laura. It is a beautiful garden and it shines every morning when the sun rises

Thanks Laura

Here back again

Time, it’s a question of time,

I don’t have time,

I have been busy,

I have to recognize that some times , I work lots, study and need more hours in my daily life to make things that I usually don’t have time to do.

I had done the same for many years in my vacations. I used to paint my house and repair it. I have also travelled somewhere , specially to my home city in the north of Chile. But, this year , I have realized I am older and I don’t want to continue doing t he same. No, paint, no brushes These  holidays, I did not do anything at home. I have rested and travelled to the south of my country. The south is poetry.

Beautiful trees, blue sky, clear lake, white clouds, almost magic., friendly people

Why have I changed  mysummer routine?  It’s a question of  time. I am older now. I will be 50 in May .I want to enjoy life . I think I am in the middle of  my life.

Time has passed and I have started school again.  My mom is still thinking of her beautiful holidays. She will continue dreaming off her holidays . She has got plenty of time