Sergi querido. Tuyo fue el primer comentario del 2006 y los abrazotes mas grandes que recibi, tamaño XXL si mal no recuerdo. Y que crees? Mientras limpiaba los cientos de spam, borre tu comentario. Pero no os preocupeis, que aunque tus palabras se las haya llevado el boton de "delete", te tengo muy presente.
3 letters in my first name
3 is the number of vowels in my middle name
3 results if you take the 6 and the 2 from 2006 and divide 6/2
3 generations in my family heritage are still alive
3 elements form me: dog body, monkey mind, butterfly spirit
3 are my yoga principes: breathe, listen, laugh
3 are the cities I lived in before I found my home
3 is the number of siblings I have
3 are the professional jobs in my resume
3 are the languages I speak
3 dogs live in my memories
by Naomi Shihab Nye
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken will stare out the
window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness, you must travel where the
Indian in a white poncho lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans and the simple
breath that kept
him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you
must know sorrow
as the other deepest thing. You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day
to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.
I walked and I lived
and I walked and traveled.
And I live in search,
I live searching
and I live walking
I live traveling
always in search
searching
searching for meaning
and I live and breathe today in peace.
In celebration of Martin Luther King's Day, he is quote by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
"Perhaps a new spirit is rising among us.
If it is, let us trace its movements and pray that our own inner being
may be sensitive to its guidance,
for we are deeply in need of a new way beyond the darkness
that seems so close around us."
I'm singing in the rain,
just singing in the rain
what a glorious feeling
I'm happy again
This is one of the first songs I learned in English class. It seems appropriate for today. We've gone for twenty-seven straight days of rain. The record is thirty-three. I am glad somebody else is counting because I am too busy to keep track of such things. As long as it continues to snow in the mountains, let the rain fall.
Queridos Santos Reyes,
Para cuando reciban esta carta, seguro ya estaran de vacaciones despues de haber repartido regalos por todo el mundo. Perdonen la tardanza, pero esto de ser adulto implica muchas mas responsabilidades. Es por eso que les escribo hasta ahorita. A veces quisiera ser niña otra vez. Cuando mis ocupaciones eran menos y madarles mi carta a tiempo era una de mis prioridades mas importantes. Traiganme ... para que les digo, ustedes saben bien que es lo que quiero.
Los saluda,
~ Annie
This was the first computer I played with when I was 10 years old. A sinclar ZX81. That was the beginning of my love affair for computers.
It had 5K of memory. The monitor was a small black & white TV screen. And it read data from cassettes plugged via a walkman.

Feliz 2006 a todos! Les deseo que este año sea mejor que el anterior. Que aquellos sueños que no se consumaron en el año viejo, se cumplan en este. Y que les llegue mucho amor, no importa el rincon del mundo donde se encuentren.