My Mother *

Looking for me as a farmer looks for his lost sheep

God chose you to look after me every single day and night
And you brave and full of happiness accepted me
Giving your thankfulness to the sun and the moon for being your companions
always and forever in my upbringing
In the balance between the good and the evil you
chose to be a disciple of caring in regard of
how much a mom is able to love her child
Not everyone has your strength - not everyone chooses
like you did - And I simply love you because you said YES.

Night months you suffered from nightmares and insomnia
And another six months you didn't listen to another melody
rather than my whimsical and tough crying.
Since the beginning you made me lots of cloth to dress me as a Christmas tree
Until this point you didn't change and I hope you would never do.

All along these years you gave me love
and you taught me the art of being better with the passing days.
Since I gave my first breath you watched after me with your big eyes
That have scared me that much
but at the same time have loved me
In every adventure I have had.

You gave me everything and you spoiled me as every mom does
But you taught me to love from a smile to the stars in the Grey sky of June
Seventeen years old I am and I appreciated every single day of the year
for having you as my guide in this journey full of fears and joys.

My best friend and my confident
is a beautiful and incredible person
that it is also my dear "mami" . . .

And "mami" have become my favorite word since a long time ago.

I don't wanna miss any hug never again because I wouldn't like it to be the last one
And it would be never be - I know it for sure.

Starting Once Again *

It is being a long time since the last time I wrote something in my notebook - I do love to write but I don't find the time neither the space to do it.

Writing is something magic - It is just a beautiful to express ourselves for who we truly are. There is no one that judges you or tears you apart - It is YOU and your pen writing all along the lines about whatever you feel to write about.

THERE IS NO RULES

Sometimes I come to think about the beauty of writing and reading and the truth about them. I could spend my whole life doing both peacefully sitting in my porch looking at the sunset coming towards me every evening.
So, I asked myself the reason why I do not write during my days, and I simply answer because I can't, as well as I can't go to the Church every day or to spend time reading books I choose to read. But at the same time I blame myself for thinking like that because it is my responsibility to be able to do all those things and to find the necessary time for my own. But if I think about my daily activities I come to conclude that I spend time doing what I also love to do.

In this way, after all that thinking I realized that in the end life is all about to find the exact balance between decisions, obligations and desires.

After being away for two weeks and an half, I am coming back home full of faith, hope and a stronger spirit - On one hand, I can't stop thinking about all the homework I must do to catch on with my classmates but on the other hand I am happier than never before because I trusted and followed God's will and I did what I had to do as my sister, daughter and human being role.

I am re-starting a new period of my life in which I compromise with myself and with God to be the disciple He wants me to be by living every single minute his concrete love towards the others in regard to my obligations, desires and activities.