Les confieso: Estoy enferma, con defensas bajas en mi cuerpo,
con la fiebre alta en mi piel, con un decaimiento en progreso...
Y me pregunto: –¿por qué?
Miro mi alma y me doy cuenta:
de lo que callo, de lo que guardo,
de lo que no digo, de lo que me amordazo, de lo que me da vértigo, de tantas vueltas, de lo que pienso...
Veo dentro de mi pecho, y después de escarbar tan adentro
ya se vislumbra la respuesta:
es tanto peso que tengo guardado dentro de mis sentimientos...
Esos que no expreso,los que callo por temor y me sigo guardando,
los que no grito y me trago por no fomentar una discusión.
Los que me crean loca, los que todos dicen y en mis oídos retumban.
Los que por temor a no herir a otro corazón, me mato yo al guardarlos en mi pecho.
Y así vivo enferma por no expresar lo que realmente siento.
Posdata:
Muchas veces las enfermedades, viene de guardar cosas en el corazón, y se fomenta un "Creer" que no se tiene derecho a decirlas, a sacarlas de adentro y se vive cargando con dolor oculto en el corazón. ¡Y no!. Pero ser valiente cuesta y reventar las cadenas de la conciencia lo es aún más, se capaz de quitarte la mordaza y por fin ... expresar lo que sienten. Y sí no puedes, deber ir en busca de terapia, de ayuda profesional, porque no es fácil sacar lo que te mata.
Y la depresión, la ansiedad y demás enfermedades silenciosas pero asesinas y reales, nos pueden carcomer la carne si no se le da el debido tratamiento a seguir.
Paola Maldonado
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Hīc in frātris Matthiae gremiō jacet.
Laetus, quia cum sorōre, cujus pedēs caudaque post eum vidērī possunt, lūsit, linguam ostendit.
Cum sorōre Chīrā jacet. Ambō nōbilissimī videntur.
Eum mulceō quiētum.
Surrīdiculus cōnsēdit.
Omnīnō rīdiculus brācās prō cervīcāle habet (ita enim saepe dormiit, sīquid molle in solō invēnerat).
Mē aspicit, antequam minget.
Nōbilissimus vidētur.
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El camino hacia la construcción con bajas emisiones de carbono está claro como el barro
“No muchos arquitectos piensan que el cambio climático es algo en lo que deban pensar, pero estamos tratando de cambiar eso”, dice Rosie Paul, cofundadora de la firma de arquitectura Masons Ink, con sede en Bangalore.
“Para nosotros, es obvio que el cambio climático afecta directamente al refugio en el que vas a vivir, y necesitas comenzar a construir estructuras resilientes.”
La Sra. Paul y su…
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Soap (who you’ve never met before ever in your life) being your server during an anniversary dinner with your long-time boyfriend except he took one look at you by the host stand and decided he had to have you.
Calls you “sweet thing” while he unwraps a straw and puts it in your water glass for you.
Asks if you’re out with your brother (without making eye contact with your boyfriend) and even after you told him no, he still ‘makes the mistake’ a few other times during the meal.
Stops over way more than is necessary. Probably has the kitchen intentionally screw up your appetizer so that when you bring it up he can make you feed him off of your fork. For quality control, of course. “Cannae have a sweet thing like you wasting the talents of a pretty mouth like that on something below par.”
Your boyfriend is pissed. Sends back his food twice and makes such a scene that the manager comes over. When he throws accusations of an “overly fucking friendly waiter,” you try to smooth the situation over by saying that everything was fine. Your boyfriend gets so riled that he throws a fistful of cash on the table and tells you it should cover his meal and your ride home.
Soap swoops in while you’re sobbing at the table. Slides in your side of the booth carrying a scoop of vanilla ice cream topped with an obscene amount of whipped cream and a cherry. Squashes you up against the wall while he coos kind things in your ear. Like he’s reading off a script meticulously chosen to include all of the right things that make you let down your guard enough to agree to let him drive you home.
“Wouldnae hear of you driving yourself home in this state, kitty.”
And once he finally gets you back to his, he goes in for the kill. Keeps saying the right things, keeps wrapping his arm around you and pulling you right into his side, keeps pushing his face close to yours. So much so that it almost feels like it’s your idea when you- still hiccuping and sniffling softly- lean forward and close the centimeters wide gap between you.
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