Night thoughts.

Do people change?
I don't think so. But is it our mind the one who does the 'changing work' for them? Let me clarify it.
Is it that we are so concerned to make people change that we end up fooling ourselves, trying to make us think that those changes actually did happen?
That's my way of seeing it. Definitely it does.

In a world that we all are tailors, everything is always the same in a different costume.

Rainy days.

I love it when the rain is falling and it’s too cold so I can stay in my room with a cup of coffee and a cozy blanket. There is no need to go outside. I can watch some movies or just procrastinate, by the way that’s one of my favorite things to do.

But I’m not going to fool myself I really love it when it is sunny outside but every now and again a rainy day, at least in Spain, is like a vacation, like a day off from our stressful lives. I mean, it’s just a moment to slow down and just relax doing nothing really. And once in a blue moon, I love the art of doing nothing. So once in a blue moon I love it when it is raining cats and dogs.

Coffee, (unknown) street in London.

                                                                                                                                                                                                      

Memories.

Memories. We usually remember our most important moments, shocking or weird events. But where do our memories start?

Although I don’t have many fond memories of my childhood years I can tell you about my first memory. You can believe me or not, but I know my memory serves me very well as there’s something like a photograph in my head of that day.

                                      

I remember when I was three and I went to kindergarden with my mum. I can clearly remember that moment, but don’t ask me about what I ate yesterday. Well, we were in a room with plenty of toys; it had to be a good sign so I was so calm. Every single child was crying, but I was just looking at them, paying all my attention to their faces. I still love to examine every single thing. There was an old lady talking to other children’s mothers. I could not hear her, as I was too busy analyzing her clothes. She was dressed immaculately in white, and she was wearing some strange bonnet. I was so confused; I had never seen something like that. Some years later I would be able to understand that she was a nun. Anyway, she was wearing big old-fashioned glasses -even if I was a little baby I was qualified to know which stuff was outmoded or not - I already said I am a sharp-eyed person. And I still remember a little boy who wasn’t that little and was crying a lot. I did not know his reasons to cry that loud; we were surrounded by toys and cushions so we couldn’t ask for anything else. An enormous woman was holding his hand. I was absolutely intimidated. I kept looking at her for a while. She was definitely like a she-bear. So I think that’s why bears bring me back childhood memories. 

Love?

 Llevo tiempo queriendo tener un blog pero nunca encontraba el momento para ponerme a ello y por fin, hoy, después de fingir que estudio durante toda la tarde me he decidido a ello...¡Ahí va mi primera entrada, espero que haya muchas más!

Nuestro profesor de inglés nos pidió que contestáramos a esta pregunta 'What does love mean?'
Esto fue lo que se me pasó por la cabeza...

Love. How does a four letter word could be that difficult to explain? I don’t think there’s a true love that lasts forever. Not at least when you’re nineteen. I not going to tell you how perfect could be being in love, there are too many romantic movies that could make you feel sick faster. I think this feeling that we call love should be recognized by our facts instead of by our words. It is worthless telling your partner ‘I love you’ one million times a day if then your behavior shows another completely different shit. It’s too easy to tell someone what they want to hear, but sometimes we say without words what we really mean. And I think love at any age is telling those ‘sweet’ things with no words at all.