El amor

    Aunque hablara las lenguas de los hombres y de los ángeles, si no tengo amor, no soy más que bronce que resuena o platillos que aturden. Aunque tuviera el don de profecía, penetrara todos los misterios, poseyera toda la ciencia y mi fe fuera tan grande como para cambiar de sitio las montañas, si no tengo amor, nada soy. Aunque repartiera en limosnas todos mis bienes y aunque me dejara quemar vivo, si no tengo amor, de nada me sirve.

     El amor es comprensivo, el amor e servicial y no tiene envidia; el amor no es presumido ni se envanece; no es mal educado ni egoísta; no se irrita ni guarda rencor; no se alegra con la injusticia, sino que goza con la verdad. Disculpa sin límites, cree sin límites, espera sin límites, soporta sin límites.


                                             Primera Carta del Apostol San Pablo a los Corintios 12,31- 13,8

Stay Young

Stay Young

Youth is not entirely a time of life; it is a state of mind.

It is not wholly a matter of ripe cheeks.

 It is a temper of the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a freshness of the deep springs of life.

It means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of an appetite for adventure over love of ease.

Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years.

People grow old by deserting their ideals.

Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up interest wrinkles the soul.

Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear, and despair- these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust.

Whatever your years, there is in every being’s heart the love of wonder, the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing child-like appetite for what next and the joy and the game of life.

You are as young as your faith, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as your despair.

In the central place of every heart there is a recording chamber; so long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer and courage,- so long are you young.

 When the wires are all down and your heart is covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism. – Then, and then only, are you grow old.

-From a speech by  

General Douglas Mac Arthur 

Easter week vacations

Easter week vacations have been the most beautiful time I have had this year; I traveled to Yojoa Lake and enjoyed every second of the journey. The perfect combination of elements designed for thinking and meditating were in there. A beautiful view mesmerizes sight, mind and soul. There are seen quiet and slow boats floating on the water, patient fishermen fishing from dawn to sunset.

     In this place nature let us know how diverse and amazing can the world be, even in a close and sometimes crowded place like this. The river has an imposing environment, and quiet water’s view which transfers the spirit of the lake and allow maintaining the communication with something that is new for me, there is a sense of movement and life that is open by the combination of trees and water. All the forms the lake inspires are unique; maybe because it lies in a depression formed by volcanoes, and is also told the lake is a volcano’s crater.

     In addition the lake inspires a savage feeling, shows me the sense of being in front of a huge alligator which inspires respect but no fear, and is like if this enormous animal were communicating by his sight, telling the story of the lake, and inviting to know more and more about nature and its spirits. It sometimes presents the sense of being absorbed by the water and consumed by it; but this sense is suddenly replaced by the curiosity of knowing what is in there, and the need to be dissolved in water in order to discern every corner and depth of the region.

     The presence and the immensity of this body of water, remembers me the sense of being embraced by an enormous tree. The undeniable happiness of being part of this wild and beautiful set, shaped by the sounds, smells, touches, voices and views it also remembers me a song, (“Evening Falls”). Why is this place so fascinating?

     All this in contrast with the sedative rain’s sound and smell, perfectly combined with the warm and loved touch of a tender hand while walking under the soft breeze made of my eastern vacations the best I have ever had.

Salmo 23

Yahveh es mi pastor, nada me falta.
Por prados de fresca hierba me apacienta. Hacia las aguas de reposo me conduce,
y conforta mi alma; me guía por senderos de justicia, en gracia de su nombre.
Aunque pase por valle tenebroso, ningún mal temeré, porque tú vas conmigo; tu vara y tu cayado, ellos me sosiegan.
Tú preparas ante mí una mesa frente a mis adversarios; unges con óleo mi cabeza, rebosante está mi copa.
Sí, dicha y gracia me acompañarán todos los días de mi vida; mi morada será la casa de Yahveh a lo largo de los días.


Biblia de Jerusalén

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice


By Robert Frost


Epitaph: "I had a lover's quarrel with the world."

Seven ages of man

All the world's a stage,

And all the men and women merely players,

They have their exits and entrances,

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages.

At first the infant,

Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.

Then, the whining schoolboy with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress' eyebrow.

Then a soldier,

Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honour, sudden, and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon's mouth.

 

And then the justice

In fair round belly, with good capon lin'd,

With eyes severe, and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws, and modern instances,

And so he plays his part.

 

The sixth age shifts

Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side,

His youthful hose well sav'd, a world too wide,

For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,

Turning again towards childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. 

Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

Jaques (Act II, Scene VII, lines 139-166)

William Shakespeare  

Composition about Smoking

        The cigar is one of the most harmful drugs ever used. The use of tobacco has been spread all around the world, bringing addiction and illnesses. Although nobody can oblige to a person to stop smoking, it has been necessary to ban the use of cigars in public places, in order to avoid contamination. Cigar's smoke not only damages smokers but no smokers too, which sometimes are even more vulnerable.

        In spite of helping this situation, government has emitted a new law which deny smoke the possibility of smoke in public places, and even in their houses. We hope it can help society to fix, and decrease the incidence of cancer and other respiratory diseases.