Samuel, sentado en la banca interior del centro comercial, veía cómo unos obreros desmantelaban el gran árbol de Navidad. El frío le obligó a abotonar el último ojal de su grueso abrigo, para luego empuñar dentro de los bolsillos sus manos desprovistas de guantes. El lugar estaba desolado, al no ser por las pocas personas que transitaban al supermercado, y él, quien esperaba paciente a Teresa para entregarle el presente desfasado del día de Reyes, y así hacer las paces por el embarque.

Years ago, my mother asked me: Son, have I been a good mother? Have you ever been asked that question? I suppose so. Well, I'm sorry for the orphans, how sad it is not to know one's parents because of life's misfortunes! You know, on the other hand, I don't remember my father asking me such a question. Perhaps he harbored those same doubts and worries inside himself, but he never voiced them.

In my first post of the year, in the #silverbloggers community, I want to express my sincere wishes for your happiness and prosperity in 2025. I hope that your dreams come true, and that, as much as possible, the bad things stay away from your lives.

¿Cómo cerrar ciclos para avanzar en la vida? ¡Vaya! Esta pregunta presupone un gran poder para resolver un inmenso enigma: ¿qué es la vida? Por supuesto, si uno pudiera ser pragmático y proseguir desde algún punto de referencia con un objetivo asumido por sentido común y en virtud de lo social aceptado, entonces me pregunto: ¿cuál es el propósito de la vida?

First, I wish you a happy and prosperous 2025, especially one full of reading and fantastic books. Well, today I bring you the comments of my first book read of the year, yesterday, Epiphany. You know, I have a list of at least seventy books that I am interested in reading before 2026, of course, with God's permission, and that, for sure, will increase with your recommendations. That book was the short novel Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse.

Wow, we are already on the fifth day of 2025. And I ask myself: will I be at a new beginning, or am I still entangled with the old year? What nonsense. Why should I waste my time in these disquisitions? In the end, what is life? Just an eternal flow, in which one is just another link to preserve its continuity.