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There’s no better business card than a smile.
HIS TEARS
I love his tears.
I love watching the build up, the moments before they come. There’s a silence, hiding a cracking voice I would love even more if he dared speak.
I love how his nose turns the faintest hint of red, how his mouth tightens as he can’t help the drops from running down his cheeks.
Oh, how I love his tears, for they are a glimpse into the world of a man that is pure magic to me.
The layers he sheds as the salt touches his lips. I even love the fake smirk he uses to mask the beautiful spectacle of his sensitivity.
This is what it feels like to love a real man, a man that is not scared, that is willing to teach me how to be brave. I love his courage to strip his heart for me, to let me into the most loving arms I have ever known.
If only he knew how much I love his tears, he would give them to me constantly, making the ocean jealous, and depriving me of the one thing he doesn’t know I love the most… His smile.
Lost and found
I found you I can’t believe that I found you But I did Hidden in a far, cold corner of the world You were waiting for me I’m sure I was looking for you But we didn’t know it yet.
Through distance and space We got to peel the layers We dug deep Fought against my fears Your insecurity And those who didn’t understand.
They still don’t understand You are my rock My warmth When we’re together I conquer demons Slay dragons and dream of tomorrow I used to be so scared of tomorrow.
Now my fear isn’t tomorrow My biggest fear is a future without you Lonely nights without your arms Sterile moments in which there is no hope No passion, no fire.
I found you That’s all that matters.
WHY I PRAY
I am the daughter, grand daughter and niece of military men. In a country where there was no war to fight but I stood awake at night, waiting for my father to come home, because he chose a war that could be much more dangerous, he chose to live in a movie of violence, regardless of his family. I am sure now that he thought that he was fighting “FOR” his family.
My father probably thinks he was ridding the world of drugs to give his children a chance to live a life that was a little less dangerous. Sadly he didn’t expect terrorist attacks, obesity, greed, and random murders in the streets to be a part of our present.
I pray for peace, because I know that is the best I can do at the moment, with no political inkling, I decided to change the world from the platform I am familiar with; my words and my prayers.
I pray for peace because there are too many kids in the world that now stand awake in the middle of the night, wondering why their mother or father is not home yet, and they probably have no idea they are not coming back.
I pray for peace because I need peace in my heart, to be able to love and care for everyone around me, in times when love is a luxury and a risk that not all are willing to take.
I pray for peace because I know there will still be war, but when our brothers and sisters from around the world come home they will need peace to reign in the hearts of those who were left behind, peace and love to hold them close and to never let them go.
I pray for love in a world that is full of it but that is choosing to believe there is no hope or way out.
I pray simply, because is the only weapon I can hold against hate. I only have the love in my heart and the idea that some day it’ll be enough.
SOBRE NOVIEMBRE 13
En el día de ayer, viernes 13 de noviembre del 2015, el evento más notable fue el ataque desde varios puntos concurridos a la ciudad de París en Francia, incluido un juego de fútbol en el que se encontraba el presidente del país.
Antes de salir de la cama para escribir esto, la cuenta de fallecidos iba los 153, con una alta posibilidad de ir aumentando dependiendo de la realidad y el sensacionalismo de la publicación de turno.
Desde anoche he podido observar muestras de solidaridad virtual para con Francia; muchos de mis compatriotas y el resto de mundo se han unido al hermano Francés, que en este momento me atrevería a pensar, se encuentra en un estado de miedo y desconcierto como el que yo nunca he experimentado.
También he leído por el otro lado, personas que se han manifestado en contra de la solidaridad expresada hacia París. Este rechazo se debe a que “tenemos demasiados problemas en nuestro propio país como para estar llorando muerto ajenos.” Me perdonan si me di uno que otro permiso interpretativo con respecto al sentir de estas personas.
Debo confesar que yo me encuentro en el punto medio de estos dos pareceres. Ayer mis oraciones fueron extendidas por la humanidad. Para que despertemos a la realidad de que todos somos unos y de que una vida no vale más que otra, que una muerte por negligencia médica no es menos trágica que una muerte bajo un ataque terrorista.
A mis hermanos dominicanos les exhorto a no permitir que esto que está sucediendo en tierra extranjera, sea más importante que lo que está pasando en nuestra tierra día a día. La solidaridad con el prójimo no tiene bandera ni color de piel. En este momento histórico estamos llamados a educarnos, a no alimentar nuestra ignorancia con una sobredosis de “El gobierno de la mañana” ni su competencia.
Invito a todos a tener una mente abierta, a no permitir que sus corazones se llenen de odio, ya sea por musulmanes o políticos. La solución no está en las protestas virtuales, o en las quejas, está en que cada uno de nosotros empiece a ser consecuente/íntegro, en las ideas que externa.
A aquellos a los que le molesta la solidaridad con otro país, ¿cuándo fue la última vez que tu mostraste solidaridad con tu pueblo? Dejemos de luchar contra las muestras de amor y empecemos a multiplicarlas.
LESSONS MY BOSS UNWILLINGLY TAUGHT ME.
A month ago I came back from vacations and started a new job. It was an instant offer from a person that hired me to do some writing for his business. He says he liked my vibe and thought that we could work together.
I must admit I did not feel the same about his vibe from the very moment we started talking. I needed the job, and so I took it.
My boss is a goal setter and go-getter; I just think he forgets about the other important aspects of life from time to time… like other human beings.
It’s sometimes said around the office that the business makes us cruel. Don’t get me wrong, the film industry can be rough; but I think it’s people’s interpretation of their circumstances that makes it better or worse for each individual.
I also believe this is true for any type of job.
These are the lessons that have made it all worth it so far.
Compassion: I’ve always dealt with my ego and my pride. I was known to be hurtful with my words and thoughtless when it came to giving people my opinion.
I am seeing first hand the way I affected people, and it’s a painful mirror.
Venting about my boss took me nowhere at first, and then I realized the reason. I was forgetting compassion.
I forgot about my inner child and how she was the one I was always protecting behind the Resting B*tch Face. (I still have that one, but I think it’s because that’s my face’s auto mode now.) So maybe my boss and I are more alike than I thought at first.
Today I choose to be compassionate with the people in my life, because I don’t know their stories and might never learn them.
Self-love: It took me a while to get to the point at which I started loving myself. For a long time everything was an instrument of self-harm, alcohol, food, exercise. It all came down to not loving or accepting myself enough.
So I guess it was a shock to be told on my first week, “We only have to fix your boobs, your waist, your thighs and your cheeks; your face is pretty tho.”
Living in a world that’s obsessed with instagram, followers and likes, can get tricky. We sometimes confuse self-esteem with vanity and vice-versa.
Self-love comes hand in hand with self-acceptance, and self-acceptance allows us to rid ourselves from judgment of others.
When I face similar situations I’m reminded we all have our battles and struggles, that I don’t owe myself to anyone and that my main mission is to take care of me.
Confession: I take the occasional selfie and freak out when there’s a pimple the size of a volcano on my face.
The glorification of busy: This is a very fast paced business, but it’s also very unpredictable. We work full weeks of 18 hours a day or have nothing to do, just waiting on some material to come from an editor. We try to keep busy and achieve as much as possible in the shortest amount of time.
There’s just something that irks me the wrong way when I start getting texts and emails from the office… 2 hours before I’m supposed to come in.
My lesson on busyness it’s clarity of speech.
When we don’t express the need to have our schedules respected or our free time honored, we risk burning out. It is hard telling the owner of a company that you need a nap at 2 pm everyday (it happens when you come from being a freelancer, back to a traditional job,) but if you are able to explain, compromise and negotiate, he/she will understand how it affects productivity.
Things I do: I make sure I sneak away at least 15 minutes every afternoon, and I turn off my phone before I go to bed until it’s time to start my commute to the office in the morning.
Treat your employees like family: This is a mixed lesson from my boss and my mother. And what I’ve learned from the very opposite ways they treat the people that work with them is simple, and it can be summarize on a phrase that has gained some popularity.
“People quit their boss, not their job.”
Simple.
Employees are the vertebras of every company. Getting to know the needs and dreams of the people around you can and will make an impact on your final results.
I am sure there are a lot more lessons, but I still have some time to go before I discover them all. In the mean while, I’ll hold on to the idea that everything we do in life is a decision, especially the person we become.
STORM
The sky is dark, like my thoughts this morning. “I miss you,” are words we are just used to by now. Long mornings without you and even longer nights when the storm in my heart keeps me from sleeping.
Our love is the silver lining in the middle of my storm; But you know when you feel like your body and your soul inhabit different places?.... Well I guess you do know, don’t you?
Today (because I know tomorrow will be different) I feel broken and torn. Today of all days I wish time and space wouldn’t exist, so you and I could just sit in silence and witness the rain; holding hands, being one.
We say “Soon enough” but as tears threat to fall from my eyes, just like water from the clouds, I’m reminded that a life with you could never come soon enough. To quote Harry, “When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” Or something like that.
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Te quité todo, te desprendí la esperanza. Te quité las fuerzas pero te di odio para seguir, un odio que no te paraliza como el miedo a perderme; Odio que de una forma u otra te roba el amor y te separa de quien creías ser para impulsarte a perseguir quien puedes ser, no para mí, sino por mi, por la vida que nunca tuvimos y nuestro perro que abandoné.
Gracias por él y el amor que nos tuviste, el amor que aún le tienes y esa nostalgia llorosa que se apodera de mí cada vez que veo un pug.
Al quitártelo todo, lo perdí todo, porque en esa despedida que aún perdura se fue la “última” de mis mentiras… al menos la última hasta ese momento, hasta el momento en el que tus habilidades detectivescas pudieron más que mis deseos de evitarte el dolor… de haberlo querido evitar hubiese sido sincera desde el primer momento…. Lo sé.
Ahora sé que amiga, novia, hermana, amante y esposa, no significan nada solo porque tu quieres lo que quieres y lo que quieres te hace daño, lo que quieres soy yo y ya no puedo dártelo.
Solo la vergüenza y el dolor que siento ante ti se pueden comparar con el amor que te tuve, con el amor que te tengo y que siempre te tendré.
No me crees, lo sé. Lo bueno es que nunca se trató de eso, ni de aquello, sino de esto, de lo que sí tuvimos y a la distancia tenemos, porque no hay un par como tu y yo, no hay dos que se conozcan tanto y a la vez tan poco.
Me toca mirar al frente y recordar todo aquello por lo que no funcionó, mis mentiras y tu autoestima, mi movimiento y tu estática, tu amor y mi amor que solo se encontraban por temporadas, pero como el sol y la luna, se unen en un eclipse tan hermoso que ciega a los espectadores y les hace creer que el amor existe.
Girl Code 101, Blythe Baird We are the girls petrified of the business school boys who learned to manifest success by refusing to take “no” for an answer.
LAS FEMINISTAS SON FEAS
Recientemente (en las pasadas 24 horas) se popularizó el hashtag #Feministsareugly o #LasFeministasSonFeas. Yo morí de la risa ante la ocurrencia de que eso se podía convertir en tendencia, pero no me sorprendió del todo dada la sociedad en la que vivimos.
Cuando hice click para ver como iba la cosa, me di cuenta de que en efecto estaba fea, y no me refiero a ningún tweet ofensivo (con los cuales no me topé por cierto) sino a los tweets de respuesta de “feministas” ofendidas.
En lo personal, desde hace unos meses he adoptado el término “feminista confundida”, inspirada por la colección de ensayos “Bad Feminist” (Feminista Mala) de Roxanne Gay. Mi confusión viene de que no he experimentado la discriminación como la mayoría de las mujeres que están paradas por la causa de la igualdad, lucho en realidad para que mis compañeras de género puedan disfrutar del estilo de vida con el que fui bendecida. Eso no es para decir que no soy acosada en las calles ni se hacen comentarios condescendientes sobre mi, pero mis padres me criaron para no prestarle atención a esas cosas y seguir el ritmo de mi propio tambor. Esto me ha causado uno que otro problema para identificarme con el resto de las feministas a mi alrededor.
Ahora veo que mi confusión sobre el feminismo es menor que la de aquellas mujeres que respondieron a este hashtag con fotos de feministas “hermosas”. Sé que estoy abusando del uso de las comillas pero la ironía de la situación lo amerita.
¿Cómo nos dejamos distraer de esta manera? ¿Cómo permitimos que desvirtúen nuestra lucha? ¿Sobre que creen que se trata esto?
Con estas respuestas solo justificamos el valor que la sociedad da a nuestra apariencia física. ¿Cómo esperamos tener logros reales en las áreas de importancia cuando perdemos nuestro tiempo en cosas como esta? ¿Qué importancia tiene que nos digan feas? Nosotras buscamos la igualdad y no nos importa como lucimos al conseguirla.
Fox News says the wage gap isn’t a problem. Tell that to all of the women still making less than their male coworkers for doing the same work. Equal pay now!
(1: Pew Research Center, 2: American Association of University Women, 3: World Economic Forum)
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