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I want to thank this year that gave me so many precious things....

I THANK my dear friend Lety and all her wonderful family: Doris, Bob, Guillermo and Manuel because they invited us, me and my son Luis to have Xmas with them and we did feel sooo at home! It was a fantastic Christmas and I got to know wonderful people as Mara, Ashley, Alma, Waldo, Mauricio.... Thank YOU Tisha!

The most beautiful day of your life … sometimes when it turns up, you don’t know that it is the most beautiful day of your life. You wake up one morning as usual, go to the bathroom and do all the things you use to do in other days. It could even happen that you are on delay and that you go out in a hurry and a lace is broken, like it happened to me today, and you curse and you don’t imagine that this one will be the most beautiful day of your life. Did you ever ask yourself, which one was the most beautiful day of your life? Maybe it was not the one you were expecting. Your wedding day, your degree and all those dates full with expectations. It appears out of the blue, whenever you less expects it. The most beautiful day of your life … sometimes you discover it after it was the most beautiful day of your life, because as long as you are living it you don’t recognize that it is happening. You reconstruct it later. Maybe you get to know a person that in that instance doesn’t tell...

We are definitively what we eat. I like very much to cook and most times I eat a mediterranean diet. But yesterday my day was disorganized, I drank 5 cups of coffee (after 2 months of no coffee at all) and I could not cook so I decided to buy junk food: hamburger, coke, chips... My body is now very sensible, so during the night I could feel a kind of pain in my bones, as if they were loosing calcium, but the worse was today during my yoga practice. My yoga class was ashtanga, that is an aerobic kind of yoga... I did feel the chaos that junk food and too much coffee have done to my body. I was without breath and at half class I couldn't continue doing the warrior poses, because my blood pressure was too low. Junk food makes your body turn to junk too... I know this blog is about painting, I was very stressed because now I am not able to paint... now I decided to be more relaxed. I am flirting with painting and without pressure painting will come back to me, sooner or later... So...

“Painting” is a very possessive lover. “He” doesn’t allow you to leave him for a long period of time. I you dare to do that then you have to suffer in order that he comes back to you. That has happened to me. After Ireland I stop painting and I strove all my being in trying to be there or at least very near… Luis believed in that dream and the dream came truth. We have got the residence in England. Luis is already there, me and the kids will reach him in 8 months… 8 Months! That seems so much for me. It seems so much because I feel lonely… I thought I would never ever feel lonely because I have my painting. That’s the problem, I abandon painting for a while and now I am struggling in order that “he” comes back to me. I keep doing “painting things”: drawing, canvas preparation, impasto, etc. It is like loosing a lover and trying to flirt and seduce him in order that he comes back. Darth told me that loneliness is dangerous because it attracts bad memories. She is right.

He flied today to London... I am very happy and at the same time very blue..............