La escritura…

     La escritura es algo más que un arte.Esta nos permite ver y analizar el mundo desde muchos puntos de vista.Nos ayuda a entender mejor al ser humano y lo que ocurre alrededor de este.Nos instruye,nos llena de ilusión y de diferentes sentimientos.En esta podemos encontrar el significado de un sinnumero de cosas y nos abre las puertas a un mundo construido sobre millones de páginas y letras.Muchos hombres y mujeres han perdido y ganado mucho con tan solo intentar expresarse atravez de ella.Es un talento que se desarrolla y no se puede dejar perder.Millones la utilizan pero solo unos pocos saben y aprecian el verdadero significado de esta.

Respeto…

     ¿Porque exigir el respeto de otro ser humano cuando eso es algo que se gana? Las personas hoy en día lo quieren todo fácil.Lo más que me enfada es que una persona exiga algo que no se ha ganado en este caso siendo el respeto.Sera porque la inteligencia del ser humano es limitada y muchos de nosotros aún no hemos adquirido el don del entendimiento.Aprende a respetarte antes de tan si quiera pensar en que otros te respeten.Esto ha sido tan solo un pequeño desahogo.

La libertad...

Me encuentro paseando tranquilamente por debajo de los árboles y las estrellas mientras la brisa tranquilamente acaricia mi pequeño y sereno rostro.Este día ha sido muy especial ya que hoy mas que nunca he podido comprender el significado de lo que es ser libre.Observaba detenidamente las verjas y las rejas que se encontraban a mi alrededor y simplemente meditaba en las personas que viven confinadas ya sea por razones legales o de maltrato y esclavitud. ¿ Quien podía impedir que yo saliera de allí? nadie.Mientras seguía caminando y adentrandome en la maleza en mi cabeza continuaba formulando preguntas que a cualquier persona la pondría a pensar ¿Que tan afortunado somos? Solo mira a tu alrededor y fuertemente abrazo el cielo con tus brazos,corre y salta en nombre de la libertad y si eso te parece ser tonto y estúpido entonces ponte en el lugar de las personas que carecen de esta a ver como te sentiras luego de esto.Mientras continuo mi pequeño paseo por el patio de mi casa tropiezo con la imagen de una pequeña casucha que a parecer aún sigue estando habitada por personas que actualmente no he tenido el placer de conocer pero parecen tener una historia interesante.Olvidare esa pequeña imagen ya que no viene al caso,continuare.El mundo esta lleno de personas malas y de personas buenas pero todos tenemos características de ambos lados aunque unos mas que otros,muchas de estas personas malas que no tienen corazón consumen su ego al hacer sufrir a otros privandoles de su libertad y de su felicidad.Esto no se escucha bien,para nada pero así es que me place describirlo y preguntarme a mi misma ¿Que esta haciendo el hombre para detener a estas personas? ¿A caso no esta haciendo nada para combatir este tipo de maltrato? Lamentablemente este tipo de situaciones ha perdido el interes del gobierno hace mucho a pesar de que las personas que sufren a escondidas y son maltratadas y encerradas injustamente tamnien tengan los mismos derechos que todos nosotros.Si yo pudiera hacer algo sobre esto sincermente lo haría.Quisiera que el mundo abriera los ojos y se diera cuenta de que ya nada es como antes.Los problemas sociales van de mal en peor y cada día se siguen multiplicando a cause de la maldad del hombre.Si bien dicen que los seres humanos solo usamos el 6% de nuestro cerebro,imagínense si utilizasemos el 100%.Tendriamos la capacidad de arreglar muchas de estas situaciones pero quizás sería un tanto espantoso ya que la persona que tiene malas intenciones tendría mas ideas y desarrollaría mejor su capacidad malefica e inteligencia para hacer mas daño todavía,al menos esa es mi opinión.Acabo de ver un sinúmero de insectos extraños y ya estoy desisitendo de la idea de continuar caminando hacia sabra Dios donde,por lo tanto regresare y me sentare en mi cama para poder organizar mi mente mejor y seguir procesando la información que continua llegando a ella.

Just being random...

Sometimes I wonder why I think to much.I think it is because I tend to over analyze things,wich is good in my opinion but I wish that my brain would have an off button,yes I wished it did.I never get tired of thinking I find it amusing but sometimes it gets on my nerves.Many times I keep my opinions up in my brain or I just write them up,wich is good.Somehow I wonder how would I be if I wasn't so analytic,I'm guessing that I would be the kind of person that it is always talking and never shuts up LOL.

Lo que pienso sobre la política...

A ver,hacen casi dos semanas que no escribo porque sinceramente no he tenido las ganas ni el tiempo para escribir.Ah,tremendo,estoy escribiendo en español.No acostumbro a escribir en español ya que detesto poner acentos;no se porque pero siempre he odiado los malditos acentos,pero ni modo no se puede hacer nada al respecto,ya que me gusta que se entienda lo que escribo.Esta semana ha sido un poco fuerte,en ese lugar tan horroroso pero a la misma vez divertido llamado escuela,ya que me gusta aprender,me dieron 5 proyectos y todavía es la hora que no los he terminado,pero creanme que no se me ha hecho nada de fácil,aun así tengo tiempo para vegetiar por lo tanto no tengo problemas con ello.En lo que va de semana he intentado formar una idea en mi pequeño cerebro de como seria el mundo sin política,raro no?! Algo que tambien capta mi atención es la idea de que en Puerto Rico ocurra un golpe de estado,y no estoy diciendo que vaya a haber uno,pero claro esta que en cualquier momento puede suceder hasta lo mas inesperado por lo tanto tampoco lo dudo.Entiendo que prácticamente la mayoría de los políticos son hombres ambiciosos,con ideas erróneas que tienen aspiraciones políticas con el fin de obtener poder y abusar de el para sus propios beneficios y necesidades sin importar las consecuencias y efectos que esto pueda tener en el pueblo.Siempre termina la clase media j*^!^@ ya que la mayoría de esta se compone de personas trabajadoras y luchadoras,pero para que trabajar y luchar tanto si al final el gobierno se queda con una gran parte de sus bienes.Esto es injusto no tan solo para las familias que componen esta clase social sino también para muchas agencias que cuentan con las donaciones y el apoyo de muchas de estas personas.Que saca el gobierno con eliminar miles de plazas de empleados públicos que injustamente terminarian en la calle;hay que ser menso para no tomar en cuenta las consecuencias de esta desastroza decisión.El gobierno trata combatir el crimen pero son ellos los que hacen que siga aumentando,que alguien me explique esta payasada por favor.Entiendo que todos sabemos que conlleva una mala decisión como esta por lo tanto no entrare en detalles,pero sí me gustaria terminar con la siguiente frase:

"La guerra es el arte de destruir los hombres, la política es el arte de engañarlos."

- D'Alembert

Violence...

So yeah,I haven't had time to write because of all of the school work that I have been doing but hopefully this semester is coming to an end (Thank you God!!!!).Lately there has been a lot of violence going on in Puerto Rico but there has been one case that has caught a lot of peoples attention.It's about this guy who got brutally murdered and later burned and dismembered.Apparently he was homosexual and the guy who killed him is an homofobic son of a *&^%@.I mean seriously did he had to do that?! Did he even though about how he would have felt is it would've happened to someone close to him?! This is very wrong and sad.I get that some people are afraid of homosexuals or think that it is a wrong thing but murder isn't going to solve anything,it's just going to make things worst.I am deeply saddened by this disturbing news and I hope that the victim's soul sleeps in eternal rest,but things like this can't go on.If violence keeps increasing all there will be left is middle aged and old people,there will be almost no teenagers or young adults left.So please stop the violence even if it's a only a 5%.Innocent people die everyday on the streets of not only Puerto Rico but other countries around the world.Violence is destroying our entire human race.It's in our hands to try to stop it from eating us and other human beings alive.It's like a pandemic infeccious disease,it's spreading really quick.Even children are vulnerable to becoming tomorrow's delinquents.This has to stop somehow.I cannot believe what I'm seeing today with my own eyes,it's just unveliebable.Parents killing their childrens and visceversa,domestic violence,child abuse,sexual explotation,little kids running wild with guns on their hands,etc.What will this world be in 10 years if things do not change?! You tell me.

"Be the change you want to see in the world."

- Ghandi

How could you? By: Jim Willis

This story makes make want to cry.Please read it and put yourself in that dog's place.How would you feel if that would've happened to you?!

How Could You?

By: Jim Willis

When I was a puppy I entertained you with my antics and made you laugh. You called me your child and despite a number of chewed shoes and a couple of murdered throw pillows, I became your best friend. Whenever I was "bad," you'd shake your finger at me and ask "How could you?" - but then you'd relent and roll me over for a bellyrub.

My housetraining took a little longer than expected, because you were terribly busy, but we worked on that together. I remember those nights of nuzzling you in bed, listening to your confidences and secret dreams, and I believed that life could not be any more perfect. We went for long walks and runs in the park, car rides, stops for ice cream (I only got the cone because "ice cream is bad for dogs," you said), and I took long naps in the sun waiting for you to come home at the end of the day.

Gradually, you began spending more time at work and on your career, and more time searching for a human mate. I waited for you patiently, comforted you through heartbreaks and disappointments, never chided you about bad decisions, and romped with glee at your homecomings, and when you fell in love.

She, now your wife, is not a "dog person" - still I welcomed her into our home, tried to show her affection, and obeyed her. I was happy because you were happy. Then the human babies came along and I shared your excitement. I was fascinated by their pinkness, how they smelled, and I wanted to mother them, too. Only she and you worried that I might hurt them, and I spent most of my time banished to another room, or to a dog crate. Oh, how I wanted to love them, but I became a "prisoner of love."

As they began to grow, I became their friend. They clung to my fur and pulled themselves up on wobbly legs, poked fingers in my eyes, investigated my ears and gave me kisses on my nose. I loved everything about them and their touch - because your touch was now so infrequent - and I would have defended them with my life if need be.

I would sneak into their beds and listen to their worries and secret dreams. Together we waited for the sound of your car in the driveway. There had been a time, when others asked you if you had a dog, that you produced a photo of me from your wallet and told them stories about me. These past few years, you just answered "yes" and changed the subject. I had gone from being "your dog" to "just a dog," and you resented every expenditure on my behalf.

Now you have a new career opportunity in another city, and you and they will be moving to an apartment that does not allow pets. You've made the right decision for your "family," but there was a time when I was your only family.

I was excited about the car ride until we arrived at the animal shelter. It smelled of dogs and cats, of fear, of hopelessness. You filled out the paperwork and said "I know you will find a good home for her." They shrugged and gave you a pained look. They understand the realities facing a middle-aged dog or cat, even one with "papers." You had to pry your son's fingers loose from my collar as he screamed "No, Daddy! Please don't let them take my dog!" And I worried for him, and what lessons you had just taught him about friendship and loyalty, about love and responsibility, and about respect for all life. You gave me a goodbye pat on the head, avoided my eyes, and politely refused to take my collar and leash with you. You had a deadline to meet and now I have one, too.

After you left, the two nice ladies said you probably knew about your upcoming move months ago and made no attempt to find me another good home. They shook their heads and asked "How could you?"

They are as attentive to us here in the shelter as their busy schedules allow. They feed us, of course, but I lost my appetite days ago. At first, whenever anyone passed my pen, I rushed to the front, hoping it was you - that you had changed your mind - that this was all a bad dream...or I hoped it would at least be someone who cared, anyone who might save me. When I realized I could not compete with the frolicking for attention of happy puppies, oblivious to their own fate, I retreated to a far corner and waited.

I heard her footsteps as she came for me at the end of the day and I padded along the aisle after her to a separate room. A blissfully quiet room. She placed me on the table, rubbed my ears and told me not to worry. My heart pounded in anticipation of what was to come, but there was also a sense of relief. The prisoner of love had run out of days. As is my nature, I was more concerned about her. The burden which she bears weighs heavily on her and I know that, the same way I knew your every mood.

She gently placed a tourniquet around my foreleg as a tear ran down her cheek. I licked her hand in the same way I used to comfort you so many years ago. She expertly slid the hypodermic needle into my vein. As I felt the sting and the cool liquid coursing through my body, I lay down sleepily, looked into her kind eyes and murmured "How could you?"

Perhaps because she understood my dogspeak, she said "I'm so sorry." She hugged me and hurriedly explained it was her job to make sure I went to a better place, where I wouldn't be ignored or abused or abandoned, or have to fend for myself - a place of love and light so very different from this earthly place. With my last bit of energy, I tried to convey to her with a thump of my tail that my "How could you?" was not meant for her. It was you, My Beloved Master, I was thinking of. I will think of you and wait for you forever.

May everyone in your life continue to show you so much loyalty.

The End