El perdón no significa excusar o justificar al agresor

Y es que muchas veces confiamos en las personas equivocadas, como hace poco me pasó a mí, en personas que confunden las cosas, que te decepcionan porque pensaste que en algún momento podías contar con ellas, para desahogarte y sentirte mejor, personas que aparentan tener un pensamiento revolucionario, pero te das cuenta, que en verdad no son así, que se atreven a juzgar tu camino a minimizar la situación, que prácticamente te señalan diciendo que eres una persona rencorosa, hasta te dicen cosas tan absurdas como que tus agresores “tus padres” son perfectos, que así te muelan a golpes, te humillen, pues son los padres y no tienes derecho a expresar tu desacuerdo, a no estar contenta, a tener que comer callada.

Personas que creen que mantener es apoyar, que cuando tu hijo está estudiando y no ha conseguido trabajo, no porque no quieras, sino porque en sí la situación no te lo ha permitido o peor aún, que le den más a un hijo que a otro y que estés allí porque al fin de cuenta son tus padres, la obligación de ellos para contigo es de por vida y la tuya como hija también lo es de por vida, pero cuando no hay reciprocidad, de parte de tus padres por el simple hecho de que no te respetan, no agradecen lo poco que haces por ellos, que haces muchos esfuerzos porque no es fácil la convivencia y que una falsa persona venga a decirte que el hecho de que le cuentes sus problemas familiares, estas resentida cuando no es así.

Porque perdonar no es que tengas que congraciarte con el agresor y ser los mejores amigos del mundo, tampoco es aceptar lo ocurrido con resignación, ni minimizar lo ocurrido, no es negar el dolor, ya que el perdón es algo que viene de adentro y sólo es para ti, para nadie más, no tienes que estar ventilando a los cuatro vientos, que eres el ser más misericordioso.

Una persona resentida buscaría la venganza, yo nunca lo he hecho, porque no vale la pena, pero el desahogarme me hace liberar los pensamientos negativos y salir adelante y desgraciadamente, los falsos amigos confunden este tipo de cosas con resentimiento, odio, cuando se supone que los amigos están allí para escucharte, así como tu también lo haces con ellos, o bueno en mi caso yo también lo hago, los escucho.

Y pues que mal que ella sea madre y crea que los padres no pueden ser criticados de una forma objetiva por sus hijos, que nunca se equivocan, que el hijo tiene que aguantar el uso y el abuso de los padres, porque son los padres “nunca se equivocan son sagrados”, los tienes que respetar porque son tus padres, cuando el respeto se gana, no se impone, si tu respetas a tu hijo, puedes exigir lo mismo, pero si no respetas y abusas como padre no esperes a que tu hijo aguante, pero según ella si.

Cometí ese pecado, pero bueno en la vida se aprende así sea de una forma un poco brusca, pero menos mal se mostró antes de tiempo y pues obviamente ya sé que con esa persona no se puede volver a contar para nada y que es mejor que ya no este en el circulo de mis amistades.

Dédié à un cœur menteur

Ici vit le plus grand menteur de l’histoire


Mensonges ou vérités incomplètes,
Des mots qui promettent un ciel bleu,
tous les matins.

Mentiras comme les larmes en plastique,
Qui brûlent dans la chaleur de l’évidence.

Mentir pour obtenir de nouveaux jouets,
Que plus tard tu jetteras dans la rue,

Des mensonges cachés derrière un drame
Dramatique comme une publicité pour \ “UNICEF \”,

Une alliance et des promesses qui sont mortes
A chaque pas méprisé de ta action

Tu ments pour cacher ce que t’es,
Peut-être pour obtenir ce que tu veux,
Ou peut-être pour continuer avec ce que t’as,
Rappeles-toi qu’un mensonge crée un autre,
Et personne ne peut battre celui qui raconte des mensonges.

J’espère juste qu’un jour
Tu tombes dans les profondeurs de ton réseau de mensonges
Et ce web que t’as tissé peut te protéger.

Et que le mensonge au sujet de ta mort
deviendra réalité.

Sesshomaru and Rin. An eternal love 1

I’m a big fan of Inuyasha, the series marked an ito in my childhood, I dream with the day, in which Rumiko Takahachi, write the continuation of the series, with the story between Sesshomaru and Rin. For the moment, just me keep typing my version.
I also do the clarification, although, I am writing a story, the copyright of the characters, belong to the great Rumiko Takahachi.

CHAPTER 1 – The restlessness

After Master Sesshomaru leaves Rin in the village with the elderly Kaede, after living great moments in the village, after receiving a beautiful Kimono, which Master Sesshomaru gave her… for the first time in her life, she felt a restlessness….

That doubt did not let her rest, one day, she wanted to meditate in the river with her great friend Kohaku, he accepted, because he noticed his friend was worried, he was glad to know, that she wanted to talk him first.

When they both sat on the river bank. Kohaku, started throwing rocks on the water, while Rin looked at the water, with a lost sight. Kohaku lets his second rock into the water and then turns his gaze to Rin.

-Kohaku: It’s strange to see your lost sight when you always have a smile on your face….(Rin doesn’t let him finish the sentence)

-Rin: Kohaku….

-Kohaku: Yes?

-Rin: Have you ever felt doubts in your life?

-Kohaku: (He takes a stone and throws it into the river), I have not untied the knots in my life…If you are not happy here, you must start following your heart. Do you know what the desires of your heart are?.

-Rin: (She takes a stone and throws it on the river, Then she looks at Kohaku smiling). I do not have much clarity, I just feel that I must start my way and leave here.

-Kohaku: I love to see you smile (He takes a rock in his hands ), I will go with you (And he breaks the rock, then says the following), I promised myself, that I would protect my loved ones…(A tear runs down his cheeks). I already failed once and it will not happen again, not while I’m living…

-Rin: (She wipes his tears from his cheeks). I am glad to be able to count on you,.. you are my great friend, for me it is a pride that we can untie the knots of our lives together.

They hear Kagome shouting their names. They meet her and go to eat at her cabin.

to be continue….



The goddess Chía (from the Chibcha language “the one who is like the moon”), is a triple goddess in the religion and mythology of Colombia in Precolumbian times. Of central importance to the pantheon, she was worshipped across various Muisca lands. In one of her many functions, Chía was considered to be the patron deity of the Zipa ruler, who governed the territory encompassing what is now Bogotá. Her ceremonial center was located in or around the city of Chía, Cundinamarca, which was aptly named for the goddess.

The Chyquys, or priests of the sacred calendar, were in charge of the ceremonies dedicated to the goddess, which included offerings of gold and ceramic artwork.

Bachué (Mithology from Colombia)



The goddess Bachué (from the Chibcha language “the one with the naked breast”), is a mother goddess that according with the muisca colombian mythology is the mother of humanity. She emerged of the waters in the Lake Iguaque with a baby in her arms, who grew to become her husband and populate the earth. She received worshipping in a temple, in the area now occupied by the town of San Pedro de Iguaque.

The legend tells that after she accomplished the goal of giving birth to humanity, Bachue and the parrot god, her husband, became snakes and returned to the sacred lagoon. The history of Bachue was mentioned by the Spanish Empire cronist, Fray Pedro Simón in his book “NOTICIAS HISTORIALES” when he writes that the indigenous people also called her “Furachogua” (meaning the good woman), and worshipped her as one of their main deities. Simon also mentions that the muiscas believed that Bachue sometimes comes back from the underworld to guide her people.

Bartleby farewell letter to his readers

Dear readers:

It is difficult to explain my end, many do not understand, I can only say that my final represents the human duality and how I see the world.

I can only say that my neglect to answer, to stop doing what is ordered me, or what society considers politically correct at the time of a life, is not easy, as many, I had many doubts at first, but seeing so much rottenness in the human race, I lost all desire to act like the others, my faith in humanity disappeared, and I managed to strengthen my will to do what he identifies me “I would prefer don’t do it”. A small but significant words that achieved to confuse the owner of the law office, at the point that he could feel some sympathy for me; I rebelled against the world without raising a weapon, without hurting anyone physically, although I caused much confusion in a man who moved in a harsh environment, who was swimming with sharks.

I am proud to have accomplished much, with “I would prefer don’t do it” I hope you will power becomes fierce as mine, perhaps many of the things I did, you can’t do them, but I want to make a precedent, the will of one man can achieve many things, use will to boost your lives, find north and do what you like.

In my case, I did the things I wanted, I died in solitude, I was always faithful to my principles of denial. Few people achieve to die doing something that they really love. “I died in my own law” I was master of my fate from start to finish.

Dear readers, do not want to feel sorry for me, thinking I was the master of my life, the only one responsible for my end, nobody could control my destiny. If you achieve to do the same, it will be a great feat, as I did, you may feel real owners of yourselves.

With Love



Nobody is Kenya

On January 7, 2015 the world quaked before the massacre of eleven journalists’ Charlie Hebdo in Paris. Black silks, convictions of all the international leaders, covers, details of attack, je suis Charlie, everyone was. In almost every corner of the world the people wrote about freedom of expression, on the development of the islam and the integration of Muslims in secular France. There was talk of sociology, history, psychology unheard verbiage. Mass demonstrations, all the streets, must condemn the attack. All went Charlie.

On March 24, the news event offers us another blow to the spirit: Germanwings flight 9525, a subsidiary of Lufthansa, crashed in the Alps, leaving 150 casualities. Dead men and women who hurt us, for the essence of tragedy. It was no accident, it was a deliberate act of a kamikaze decided to occupy a name in the history of aviation passenger. Congratulations, Andreas Lubitz, you got it.

We shudder and we continue doing so as the investigation proceeds. An array of experts has invaded the media during the last two weeks: psychiatrists and psychologists, pilots, recruitment experts and other specialists who wanted to get in the investigation. And it is well. All were germanwings. All were the Airbus A320. An all continue being.

On April 2, another tragedy strikes, albeit with less force: the murder of 147 students at the University of Garissa, Kenya, by Al Shabab militia. it doesn’t open covers, a little is reported and bad, correspondents of major national newspapers report from Burkina Faso, from South Africa, from Madagascar, thousands of kilometers. They do what they can. But … Where are the special envoys? Disgust dead rotting somewhere in the newsroom. No money to send anyone. Not to Kenya.

Where are the Africanist, experts in terrorism or international policy, theologians attempt to explain why the slaughter in Kenya? In our ears Al Shabab, Boko Haram, Al Qaeda, the Islamic State … all is the same. The Specialists (again I repeat,  the specialists, not the pundits) probably tell you that is not true, it probably explain the reasons for this bloody attack (if they may be reasons), the objective of Al Shabab, the impact of this attack. But that will not happen, Kenya will never be in the covers, international leaders never go outside to say No to terrorism in the basement of the world, never hundreds of thousands of people hitting the streets to condemn something you do not care, we are left Going to be away? No one will be Garissa, because the dead beyond our navel not interested.

Based on these criteria, comes to light why not interested in the slaughter of Kenya, or citizens, or to the media. It is not profitable because it produces no emotion, no psychological proximity to the subject of the event and because after all … nobody cares what happens in Africa, unfortunately. The media, they are not interested in that interests us what happens in Africa., Unfortunately.