Life is more beautiful with flowers/La vida con flores es más bella [Eng/Esp]

A long walk to my friend residence allowed me to see how the trees in my city were beginning to bloom and give us all their splendor.

Una larga caminata hasta la residencia de un amigo me permitió ver cómo los árboles de mi ciudad comenzaban a florecer y a regalarnos todo su esplendor.

That day, as I left my house, I was not in a good mood. Fortunately, walking for me has always been a way to release tension, and this time it was no exception.

Ese día, al salir de mi casa, no estaba de buen humor. Afortunadamente, caminar para mí siempre ha sido una forma de liberar tensiones y, en esta oportunidad, no fue la excepción.

Many flowers I observed and from their many colors I fell in love. Without realizing it, I arrived at my friend’s house and very determined to share with you part of what I saw, I asked her to accompany me to take pictures. He my accomplice in these occurrences, accepted.

Muchas flores observé y de sus muchos colores me enamoré. Poco a poco, me fui llenando de buenas vibras y recuperando el buen humor que me caracteriza.Sin darme cuenta, a casa de mi amigo llegué y muy resuelta a compartir con ustedes parte de lo que vi, le pedí que me acompañara a tomar fotos. Él, mi cómplice en estas ocurrencias, aceptó.

We took a lot of pictures and also had a lot of laughs. The jokes and the laughs, there’s never a lack of ha ha ha!

Tomamos muchas fotos y también nos reímos mucho. Los chistes y las carcajadas, nunca faltan ¡Ja, ja, ja, ja!

This beautiful flower received me whit all its splendor as I entered the urbanization where my companion lives. Its simplicity, haughtiness and vibrant tone captivated my heart. That’s why I’m presenting her to you today.

Esta hermosa flor me recibió con todo su esplendor al entrar a la urbanización donde vive mi compañero. Su sencillez, altivez y tono vibrante cautivaron mi corazón. Por eso, hoy te la presento:

In my country it is known as Cayenne or Cachupina. It is possible to find it decorating the gardens of the houses. They can be yellow, red and pink… I prefer red ones. They are my weakness.

En mi país se conoce como Cayena o Cachupina. Es posible encontrarla adornando los jardines de las casas. Pueden ser de color amarilla, rojas y rosadas… Yo las prefiero rojas. Son mi debilidad.

Grandmothers say that tea from these flowers is very good for calming the nerves and for sleeping. However, they often say that you should not overdo it. Our grandmothers are very wise and if they say so, then we have to be careful. It is also used for hair care, as it gives it shine, strength and acts as a natural dye and prevents hair loss.

Las abuelitas dicen que el té de estas flor es muy bueno para calmar los nervios y conciliar el sueño. Sin embargo, suelen decir que no se debe exceder su uso. Nuestras abuelitas son muy sabias y si ellas lo dicen, pues tenemos que tener cuidado. También es utilizada para el cuidado del cabello, ya que le aporta brillo, fuerza y actúa como un tinte natural y evita su caída.

By the way, it is also possible to get a variety that I present here. Is known as Double Cayenne

Por cierto, también es posible conseguir una variedad que aquí te presento. Se conoce como Cayena doble.

At the end of the day, the gray cloud with which I started my day, dissipated and I was able to solve some things, That’s why I always say that life with flowers is always more beautiful.

Al final de día, la nube gris con la que inicié mi día, se disipó y pude resolver algunas cosas, Por eso siempre digo que la vida con las flores es siempre más bella.

Thanks for stopping by and reading!

¡Gracias por pasar y leer!

The photos shown here were taken with a ZTE phone and are my property.

I can’t, I don’t have, I don’t know… Talking to a friend



Have you ever listened to a person and the only thing that comes out of it is I can’t, I don’t have, I don’t know? Have you ever wondered why that person expresses himself that way and, even worse, why it’s your turn to listen to him? Well, I’ll tell you that a few days ago I was at my best friends’ house and my stay extended for several days and I could see that one of them was very changed.

This one, who used to be very friendly, smiling, spontaneous and very independent, was defensive and too pedantic in her expression. My friend recently took a cooking course and after that she changed a lot. We assumed that this was a new stage in her life and supported her completely. However, she moved away from us and started to frequent other people.

Unfortunately, it was the opposite. In view of what I had seen, I held a conversation with her with the intention of finding in her words some clues that would allow me to help her find her way, but before doing that, I overheard, without meaning to, a conversation between her and a friend. In this conversation, the boy in question was only looking for guilt for his bad streak in business and many other things. I don’t like to assume things, but I think part of her situation and change is due to the influence of this boy in her life. I waited for her to leave and then I talked to her.


I started the conversation by asking her how she was doing with the job search, she told me that she had undertaken a project and that she wanted to take it forward. She asked me for some advice and, from my recent experience creating content, I gave her some ideas. Then, I took the opportunity to tell her that in a well-known mall in the city where we live, they were doing cooking demonstrations and I suggested that she ask for the opportunity to do one.

She showed interest, but there was one thing that caught my attention: All the ideas would be given to her friend. I’m too inexperienced for that. Then she added that her interest was to boost her friend. To be honest, I didn’t like that, because I discovered that my friend at some point, lost sight of the fact that she had to take care of herself in order to take care of someone else. In other words, she lost interest.

After hearing a few more things I said the following: It’s okay to worry about someone else, but when are you going to start taking care of yourself? His expression changed. I swear I thought he would yell at me or throw a candlestick at me that was on the table ha ha! However, I ignored him and continued with the question: what will happen when he leaves? He looked at me as if he was looking for the best way to annihilate me with his words.

I told him about my experiences in creating content and conducting programs, told him that at first I was very scared and felt insecure, but only through constant practice, research and study have I managed to find my way. I still feel that I am dragging my feet, but I have the firm conviction that I can do it and with perseverance I will be able to stay afloat.

I also told him that maybe, this is not forever, but that I would enjoy it as much as I could and learn a lot about this world.


She continued with his arguments and excuses as to why it was not the same, and little by little, he returned to the «I can’t», «I don’t have», to the apologies Listening to her talk like that, I understood how absent-minded she was and why she wasn’t making any progress. Her attitude did not allow her to do it and, although we all wanted to help her, only she had the possibility to get out of that circle that did not allow her to see her potential and how valuable she is.

I felt a certain fear for her, because some people take a long time to recognize their condition and take action. However, they say that everyone has their own pace and moves forward according to their needs.

I hope she gets out of there soon and understands that to be in balance you have to be and be good to yourself to help others. For my part, I will be there for her if she needs me at any time, because I believe in friendship if I can help her I will, but for now, I will just wait.

And what would you do?

Thanks for stopping by and reading!
The separators were made by me using powerpoint.

Spanish Freewrite 27 de Febrero de 2020 – Mensaje diario de 5 minutos

Hola, espero estén todos bien… Les dejo esta particular práctica de 5 minutos diarios…

…Puerta de Granero…

En la puerta del granero pasan cosas muy particulares con la Señora de la casa. Ella siempre conversa con un Señor distinto todos los días. Creo que ella tiene un gran corazón, porque ella es muy cariñosa con todos ellos. Siempre se encuentran aquí y después de muchos arrumacos, se van. Sus amigos llegan justo cuando el sol se oculta y, justo cuando aparecen los luceros, llega su esposo. Ella sale corriendito alisándose el vestido y acomodando su cabellos hasta su casa, porque a ella no le gusta verse desarreglada. Entra por la puerta de atrás y sale con un plato repleto de comida para recibir al Señor. Es que la señora siempre es muy atenta y como les dije al principio ella tiene un gran corazón…


#Reto12Voto Semana 80- Blanco y Negro



¡Hola, hola! Aterrizando nuevamente en el #Reto12Votos… Esta vez para compartir con ustedes una narración en la que el Blanco y Negro pueden convivir…

Pero antes, recordemos a @pavelnunez propulsor de esta iniciativa y a @avellana su actual coordinadora.

Ahora sí, a lo que vine…

Blanco y Negro


Blanco y Negro caminaban por las calles de París. Ambos sumergidos en su mundo ocupados en sus propias cosas: las casa, el empleo, lo estudios… Vivían en el mismo lugar y compartían los mismos espacios, pero jamás se cruzaron en el camino.

Ellos vivían su vida conforme a sus convicciones y principios, raras veces, cambiaban de opinión aunque no la tuvieran. Sin embargo, trataban de ser lo más políticamente correctos y evitar situaciones tensas.

Un día, Blanco y Negro se encontraron en una cafetería y todo conspiró para que ambos se unieran en un idilio sin igual. Los primeros meses fueron maravillosos. Los defectos, su visión de mundo y demás cosas todavía no pesaban tanto. Simplemente, se entregaron al frenesí de la relación.

Con el tiempo y superada la ensoñación del momento, tanto Blanco como Negro comienzan a pelear, a reprocharse, criticarse y maltratarse. Cada vez los argumentos sobre cómo conducirse en la vida, los alejaba más. Ambos querían imponerse al otro, ya que ninguno podía admitir que la vida era algo más que todo o nada.

Así, pasaron los años estancados en sus opiniones y argumentos. Separados por la muralla de la incomprensión y falta de comunicación. Situación que llegó a afectar a todos los que estaban a su alrededor. Una noche, durante una visita de un amigo en común, sostienen una discusión muy acalorada que deja al descubierto lo difícil de su situación. Ambos se enfrascaron en su discusión y olvidaron que ella estaba ahí.

De pronto, Arcoíris se levanta contundentemente y rompe un florero antiguo que adornaba la habitación. Ambos voltearon saliendo de su burbuja y notaron lo que ella hizo. Arcoíris esbozó una gran sonrisa y ellos quedaron sorprendidos. Negro, a punto de insultarla, se queda mudo al ver que ella volvió a romper otra cosa. Blanco trató de impedirlo, pero ella seguía rompiendo todo a su paso y riéndose de ellos.

No entendían lo que pasaba. Negro, molesto por la situación, le dice:

-¿Qué haces? ¿Estás loca?

Blanco, menos molesta que su compañero, agrega:

-Arcoíris, deja de hacer eso. Disculpa, nuestra actitud fuimos maleducados. Pero, por favor, no lo hagas más.

Todos más sosegados y tranquilos, comenzaron a recoger los destrozos y mientras lo hacían, Arcoíris comienza a decir lo siguiente:

-¿Se dan cuenta de que cada pedazo en el suelo es distinto al otro? Ellos la miraron sorprendidos.

-¿Se dan cuenta de que cada trozo, distinto el uno del otro, forma parte de un todo y ninguno de ellos pelea por imponerse al otro? Negro y Blanco seguían recogiendo los destrozos aún sin entender a dónde quería llegar, la chica.

Arcoíris prosigue su monólogo y agrega:

-Todo sería distinto si las personas entendieran que somos diferentes, pensamos y sentimos distintos, pero, al mismo tiempo, somos parte del mismo mundo y somos los responsables de construirlo y recrearlo. Sería un mundo mejor si en vez de pelearnos y criticarnos, nos escucháramos más. Probablemente, comenzar a entender que en la vida no sólo existe el blanco y el negro, que la vida puede tener muchos colores y, aún así, ser vida. Sería todo tan distinto.

Blanco y Negro sólo la escucharon. Blanco dejó caer una lágrima. Negro cambió su expresión. Terminaron de recoger todo y Arcoíris se marchó. Al cerrar la puerta, la pareja, que antes se desgastaba en peleas, decidió abrirse al otro, entenderse y colaborarse. De vez en cuando, surgen algunas discusiones, pero recuerdan los destrozos de Arcoíris y recuerdan que somos uno y parte del mismo mundo y por eso vale la pena seguir compartiendo el mismo lugar.


Spanish Freewrite 19 de Febrero de 2020 – Mensaje diario de 5 minutos

¡Hola, hola! Les dejo mi práctica de 5 minutos…



-¡Mantenerlo recto! Decía mi abuela mientras yo sostenía el cuadro que estaría en la pared central de la casa.

Yo le decía:

¡Pero abuela esto está más recto que una regla de 30 centímetros! Para mi abuela siempre fue muy importante mantener las cosas bien niveladas. Nada podía estar descuadrado ni volteado. Ella decía que eso alteraba su Feng Shui ¡Válgame Dios! De verdad no sabía si ella sabía algo de eso, pero sí tenía claro que el desorden la descontrolaba.

Yo siempre le hacía bromas a la abuela, movía todos los cuadros sacándolos de su forma habitual y ella se enfurecía conmigo… ¡Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja, ja! Ya ella no está. Murió hace unos años y, mientras la vestíamos para su entierro, nos dimos cuenta de que estaba torcido el ruedo de su mejor vestido y todas, al mismo tiempo, dijimos:

-¡Mantenerlo recto!

Mi pobre abuela se hubiera vuelto a morir si veía ese ruedo tan torcido.



Martha’s desire



Take me, take me! I can’t take it anymore! Martha repeated incessantly when the pain took her mercilessly.

Her body, which was once an example of beauty, health and strength, is now just worn-out flesh eaten away by ulcers, her bones reflecting her extreme thinness. Now she faces the ailments of a terminal cancer that, little by little, steals her life.

However, those who hear her pleas ask for one more day for her. They pray that her pains will stop. But her daughter, Rita, does not. Rita wanted her mother to stop suffering. She asked God, the Universe or any entity with power to grant her wish to die.

jOne night, upon hearing Martha’s desperate pleas, Rita ran to the window and in desperation began to scream to heaven:

-She wants to go! -She wants to go! Don’t make her suffer anymore. Take her away!

Her grandmother could not believe it. He scolded her fiercely and demanded that she never wish her mother dead again. She will be healed and return to us as usual.

Rita, incredulous, answers him:

-As always? -As always, Grandma? Nothing will be like always anymore. She can’t take it anymore.

She left the house that night, she did not have the strength to see her mother suffer like that. Soon the days passed and the agony became more exhausting. One afternoon, Marta calls her and asks her for a favor:

-Take me to the beach, I want to talk to you.

She didn’t have the courage to say no. They went out as they could. Marta looked at the sea as if she were seeing it for the first time. For the first time in a long time, Rita saw her smile. Martha asked her to stop. She sat down next to her mother, in silence.

After a while, Martha told her the following:

Rita, I’ve been struggling with this for so long and I don’t want to do it anymore. I have thought a lot and I want to leave, that is why I beg to leave, I don’t want to feel pain anymore. I am not afraid of death. I am not afraid to leave. During this time of suffering, I have understood that your life will go on with or without me, but promise me that you will let me go and try to make your life, to be happy and to take care of your grandmother. Think that after leaving this plane, I will not suffer anymore.

Rita only managed to look at her and nod her head. Deep down, she doesn’t want her mom to suffer, but she doesn’t want her mom to die either. However, she understands that this is not about her. It’s about her mother’s wishes.

That same day, Martha dies peacefully and smiling. Silence invaded the room. There were no words, no crying, no complaints. They just looked at each other and hugged, and as they did so, they felt their hearts breaking. However, even though it was very hard for them, Hiromi’s wish was finally fulfilled: she no longer suffers.


Who Do I Follow on Steem & Why – Initiative

Community? …was a category I didn’t understand in my early days at Steemit. At first, I was only satisfied to write. I couldn’t leave my blog. So time passed and like many, I also left for a while.

Luckily, I came back. When I did, I checked a post by @radiosteemit and entered their Discord Channel. With a little bit of fear, I said hello and was received with a lot of affection by the people who were connected there. Soon, they rushed to tell me to connect to the voice, because I was about to start a program.

My thoughts were, voice… program… what is all this? I ended up connecting and listening to the program and even entered one of their contests. I didn’t win, but I loved the moment. Result? I stayed in that community.

I attended all the activities and, little by little, I made a lot of friends. Talking to them, I realized that there was something else behind my blog. There were experiences and tips that could lead me to learn how to make my journey here.

In this community I met many beautiful people and soon discovered that two of them live in the same city as me and, better yet, it turns out that they live very close to my house. One of them is @antoniarhuiz a wonderful person always willing to help and to get your attention, if necessary. Toña, as I affectionately call her, has become my godmother.

She taught me how to use the sources of the photos well, to get closer to other communities. She keeps me up to date with all the activities. She is always there to advise me on and off the platform. Today, there is no excuse that prevents us from being in touch with each other and I love that, because we broke the barriers of virtuality to materialize our friendship.

The other friend, @mafalda2018 is a woman with a very good mood and ideas to share. She is always willing to help others. Her good humor and laughter are contagious. With her, I’ve reconfirmed that even if things don’t go well, there will always be a reason to laugh.

Eventually, I joined @club12, a group of real, vibrant and powerful women. There I met @sacra97, always attentive and diligent my beautiful Sacra. She is always attentive to everything that happens inside the platform that I take away from her. I learned to be in contact with other communities and attentive to the contests.

I also met @marybellrg, an inspiring, hard-working and smiling woman. From her I learned to be more demanding when writing and to steal time to try to have everything on time.

@Lisfabian is another person I met here. Definitely a being of light. Always with a message that relieves the pain and always gives us a hand. I think that’s what I take away from him, his ability to make others’ lives lighter and happier. She says I’m motivating, but, in reality, she inspires and motivates everyone.

Being part of the team of @radiosteemit, allowed me to get closer to other people of other nationalities, like @avellana and with her I learned how to program music, how to manage and promote a program, how to relate to other people and much more. I know I have things to improve, but from here I take this opportunity to express my gratitude for opening the doors to me in @radiosteemit.

And finally, because I also had the opportunity to meet a gentleman who came into my life at the best time, with him I started a great adventure and together we have been able to overcome any obstacle.

This is @yonnathangmy husband steemit as I call him, he has also impacted my life here. He is always attentive to my steps and gives me a lot of advice and although I never seem to pay attention to him, I appreciate from the bottom of my heart that he is always there to help me. Just a very important person to me on and off the platform.

There are also other users that I would like to keep mentioning, but for reasons, of space, as I’ll leave it for another post Hahaha! but first, to finish, as I want to thank @theycallmedan for generating these initiatives that inspire us to talk about the people who walk with us here.

The images I show here were provided by the users mentioned in this post. The central image was created by me using powerpoint.

Saints’ Day and my neighbours


In my town there are all kinds of neighbors. Some are polite, they’re the kind of people who see you in the streets and greet you with a Hello, neighbor! Others don’t even look at you. My grandmother says that these people are evil, because they came into this world with a very bad disease that makes them bad neighbors.

Every town has an all-knowing neighbor, and there’s one in me too. He knows so much about everyone that when you do the local census the mayor just calls him so that the manager can update the town’s figures ha ha ha! I’ve always wondered if every town has one of those like my grandmother says.

There are also those in my house who call themselves invisible. These are neither seen nor felt and, for some reason, are my grandmother’s favorite. I always ask her why and she doesn’t answer me and just thanks God for their existence.

But there are other neighbors in my town who are very annoying… and very much so. Those neighbors turn on their partying at all hours. They bring out the ponds, the drums and their little haunted bottle and spend up to three days in celebration. My poor grandmother says that this kind of neighbor invites all of us when he has a party, but I don’t understand that, because an invitation never arrives at the house and once I went to celebrate with them and they took me out there. That day my granny scolded me and didn’t let me go out for a week. I still don’t understand why.

But there are also neighbors who do not fear God as the old men say. Once the partying neighbor started the party and another very determined neighbor appeared and bathed them all and ended the party in one fell swoop. My grandmother has a lot of admiration for these neighbors, because she says that these people balance the scales of justice. Sometimes I don’t understand my grandmother very much, but that day I understood her clearly, ha ha ha!

But everything changes on the day of the Saint of my people. That’s the one day when everyone forgets the bad stuff and we can sit together in the square. On that day we share jokes, stories, liquor, soft drinks and cakes and there are always some neighbors who put their hands to work for a good soup…

My grandmother, always with her things, says that that day a spell hovers over my village and falls on all the houses like a kind of blizzard that sweetens our hearts and makes it possible that only one day a year we can share.

I don’t know if that’s true, but I know there’s a neighbor who makes some really tasty cakes for that day and I always enjoy it. But that only happens once a year, after the spell wears off and the partying neighbor goes back to his habits, the old woman who knows everything counts for everything and so the impetuous neighbor does what he has to do to balance the scales and so on until the next year.

But what are we going to do? That’s the way the neighbours in my village are.

Spanish Freewrite 31 de Enero de 2020 – Mensaje diario de 5 minutos

¡hola, bienvenidos a mi blog!

Les dejo mi ejercicio de escritura en 5 minutos ¡Seguimos practicando!


Lisa desea viajar por todo el mundo, pero existe una gran distancia entre sus sueños y su bolsillo. Ella trabaja con mucho esfuerzo y esmero, pero no logra hacerse con el dinero para viajar. Un día, al llegar a su trabajo, la llaman a reunión para decirles que el mejor trabajador del mes obtendrá una bonificación al final del año y para ganarlo debían crear una campaña publicitaria.

Ella puso manos a la obra y trabajó, pero sus compañeros eran más hábiles. Su campaña no consiguió atraer a nadie. Decide cambiar su estrategia. Encuentra su nicho y con éste su audiencia y fue así como repuntó. El camino fue duro, competía con los mejores. Perseveró y el gran día llegó. Los llamaron a todos y anunciaron al ganador.

Al escuchar su nombre, se levantó inmediato de su silla y cuando subió a recibir su cheque se da cuenta que la bonificación era de 20$. Menuda decepción se llevó y, aunque con 20$ no llegaría a ningún lugar, se conformó con su nuevo ascenso y mejor sueldo. Por fin, estaría más cerca de lograr su sueño.


Enlace del concurso, aquí.


Spanish Freewrite 30 de Enero de 2020 – Mensaje diario de 5 minutos

¡hola, bienvenidos a mi blog!

Les dejo mi primer ejercicio de escritura en 5 minutos ¡Todo un reto!

… Tictac…
…Tictac… corre el reloj. Te esperaba. Te acercas a mí silenciosa. Te escurres por la ventana sin pedir permiso. Esperas el momento exacto para cumplir tu tarea. Cruzamos la mirada. Sonríes. Intento resistirme, pero mi dolor es más grande que yo. Mi cuerpo frágil, no resiste más. Estoy cansada y mi alma pide paz. Deseo irme. Vamos ya. Miras el reloj y me anuncias que todavía no. Espero. Cierro los ojos y escucho el último Tictac. Me voy en paz contigo.



Enlace del concurso, aquí.