I am rich

Three diamonds fill every step of my way.

The first one. The biggest, the brightest. It looks it's teared apart in three pieces. Always holding me when I'm in need, and holding them myself, close to my chest, just to feel safe in this dangerous path the life has put us all.

Cannot say one of those three pieces is better than the other, but if you look closely you will see two of them are older. You will see one is perfect; all things in the world just want to be like that one. Other is the one that you want to hold when you need support in every good or bad idea. You know it will help you to go out of every prank you make, it will be there if you need to punch something because you thing life is no longer worth. And the third is the shiny one. With it you have the spark you need to keep going on, no matter what happens. You use it if you are sad, if you are happy. You have it in your mind every second of each day of your life.

The second one is the strongest. The most solid diamond you will ever have. The one that will decide those steps fate requires you to take. The one that will hold every decision. It is the wall that will protect you from the outside. But as every stronghold it's never enough just that kind of protection. That's why this diamond looks itself life two pieces that fit in one. The second part will help you from the inside, it moves your mind, it makes your blood keep running through your veins. Without it, you will destroy yourself from the inside.

The third one, the smallest and flexible diamond. You know you need it but it never is like you think. Some times comes and other you can't find it. When it's not with you, you can feel the void in your heart; you have no light to guide you through the tunnel; you feel lost. But when you have it everything change. There is nothing else you need. You are complete and you will succeed.

Those three diamonds are all I have, and those three... are all I need. That's why I'm rich.

The first one: my parents, my siblings and one special girl.
The second one: my attitude and one special feeling.
The third one: my lovely girl. Love. My love.

Juventud Inocente

Si fuera más joven podría disfrutar la vida como en aquellos tiempos en los que las preocupaciones estaban lejos de ocupar mi cabeza.

Si fuera más joven podría disfrutar de esa inocencia característica; de la timidez repentina, de la falta de palabras en un intento fútil por madurar.

Podría mirar las cosas sin ser juzgado, podría tomar una decisión importante sin ser criticado por mi falta de criterio. Podría correr, reir, bailar; crecer y no envejecer. Así es la niñez.

Sonreir sin temor al compromiso, sin miedo al rechazo y a los comentarios ajenos, Abrazar la inocencia propia y la de los demás.

Si tan sólo fuera más joven, mi pensamiento no estaría errado... me dejaría atrapar por esas emociones sin dejarme guiar por la razón; sin miedo a la equivocación porque eso no existía.

Daría todo por ser más joven ...
... o por que tú fueras mayor.