Mistakes, time and youth.

When we are young we make mistakes as we keep making them throughout our lives. Yet the difference lies in that when we are young the margin to correct those mistakes and learn from them is wider. It’s a question of the time we have left.

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Un día cualquiera

Era un día cualquiera. No recuerdo la fecha, sólo recuerdo que lucía un sol primaveral esplendoroso, y ahí me lo encontré, en una esquina, sentado en la acera apoyado contra la pared. No era un indigente, pues llevaba traje y corbata. Ahí estaba, llorando, con las manos cubriéndose el rostro.

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Las sombras de diciembre.

Diciembre trae consigo esas sombras del pasado que son difíciles de borrar. Es en estas fechas que uno echa la mirada atrás en un acto involuntario, sin quererlo ni beberlo nos vemos inundados de recuerdos. De lo que fue, fuimos, y lo que somos hoy.

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The letters I never sent…

It happened once, it happened twice, and the last time was just recently. I shall make sure it doesn’t happen again. I will not let letters or e-mails sit unsent until I am not too busy to finish and send them. Three times the letter and emails were late and the people who they were […]

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A 23 year old apology.

This is a belated letter. Almost 23 years late, but it’s here nevertheless. Now in retrospect I wish I could erase some damage I may have caused you. We did part, not as enemies but as two people who lost a battle. Who lost the most? I ‘d like to think we both gained. How […]

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Another year rushing to its end.

Wait, but it’s still November! You may gasp, but time goes faster as you add-on years. Life conspires to start gaining momentum when you wish it didn’t. When you are young you can’t wait to be old enough to drink, to go off on your own, to finish college, to start making a good living […]

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