Mis desazones de niña me impidieron verte
Mis preocupaciones de adulta me alejaron cada vez más de ti.
…Pero hubo una noche de dolor en la que sentí en mi corazón como tus brazos me esperaban.
Tus ojos me buscaban para consolar mi ser.
Ahora sé que eres mi madre del cielo…
La que espera con paciencia,
La que ama sin reserva,
La que perdona de verdad.
Y ahora… consiente de tu presencia y de tu actuar en mi vida
no sé como hablarte,
como quererte,
como acercarme…
Eres la reina de todos los Santos,
la madre del Salvador.
Y aun así… y a pesar de mi pequeñez me miras con compasión.
Solo puedo confiar en que una oración sincera, venida de mi interior,
será como una pequeña rosa que agradece tu amor.
Que Dios te bendiga eternamente, tesoro celestial.
Con confianza te pido que nada en esta vida me aleje de tu amparo y abrazo maternal.
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lunes, 15 de diciembre de 2014
martes, 27 de agosto de 2013
THE PRINCESS AND THE THREE KNIGHTS
(Storytelling is not just for kids but for everyone...
Here is a story I heard years ago in Bogotá)
Here is a story I heard years ago in Bogotá)
Once upon a time there was a far away kingdom. It has a beautiful princess, more beautiful that a rose with golden hair and eyes like the sky.
She was the love of her father and everyone at the palace because she was kind with a warm heart.
Years passed and the princess growth reaching the age to be married. Three handsome knights got in the palace to ask permission to marry the beautiful princess.
The three of them were equal in intelligence, good looks and wealth. The king was confused and didn’t know which one to pick. He asked the princess and she didn’t know either because she saw beautiful qualities in the three men.
It happened that the princess got ill and a few months later she died…
The three knights were very sad.
The First one cried a lot and went to the temple to offer the respective sacrifices for her dead.
The Second one cried a lot too and in a moment of desperation, he run to her tumble, got naked and lay on top of it.
The Third one went to another kingdoms searching for a cure. Finally got into a house were an elderly woman grabbed a cat, threw it into the fireplace. Next she took its ashes the content of some bottles and...
Taran… The cat returned to appear.
The knight took all this, offered it for the princess and she appeared again.
The question is. Which of the three gentlemen should have married the princess? And why? …
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The #2.
Why?...
Because…
The #1 loved her as a son loves a mother. That’s why he went to the temple to offer the respective services.
The #3 loved her as a father loves a daughter. There is no greatest love than the love for the own kids (son or daughter). A parent will even give its life if necessary.
But the #2 loved her with the love of a man for a woman. That’s why in a moment of madness he got naked to lie down with his loved one. He loved her with his heart and his body.
The End
More about storytelling:
viernes, 4 de diciembre de 2009
Poema para una Abuela
Abuelita de mi vida,
hoy le doy gracias a Dios
porque entre todas las cosas,

Y a pesar de la distancia y el tiempo entre las dos,
siempre recuerdo tus palabras
y lo mejor de tu sazón.
Extraño las oncesitas y la novela en televisión,
que mirabas mientras tejías mientras yo descansaba,
entre las lanas de tu habitación.
Te quiero tanto tanto,
se infla mi corazón porque se que a pesar de mis faltas e ingratitud,
tu siempre has guardado para mi,
una mirada de amor.
Feliz Cumpleaños Blanquita!!!
Y que Dios te de muchos mas,
para darle brillo y vida
a los años que están por llegar.
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