If I have to recall, when you ask me, the good things that happened in my tender years of life, well, I can avoid that answer with "sorry, I have a really bad memory", or play the foreign rol saying something like "sorry, yo habla poquita espaniol",because put into groups the good or bad things is a hard thing to me. I can't say this or that are good or a bad things ( in fact I have poor memory skills); but maybe I can extract from each feeling a kind of "soul" or common feel; like, when you smell a fragance that reminds you the childhood and you said "oh, that's the fragance of aunt Maggie..." and then you begin to remember the little things of your life and start writing a book called À la recherche du temps perdu. But, as I am not one of the best writers in the History of Literature, I have to front that answer with my most sincere narrative skills.
Well, the good things that conducts me into a serene state of "mind" are(I mean,staying in calm, and say "well, life is not that pain in the...neck, as everyone says"),when I think in the people that I have known during this 21 years, that I keep near to me because they open every single one of the doors and windows of my mind, my "soul" (this word is so corny; a real example of bad poetry), and makes me feel the joy of living even though the bad moments, the difficult ones, and the isolation that once in a while shows up near this place. They're maybe a few, and maybe I don't see them that much, but they're necessary to me, because the give me the colors to change the grey things of this life, that sometimes are a lot.
To me, this year was a very strange one. First I was a little blue and tired just because; but then, the only thing that I was spected years years ago hapenned near my window, in the right moment and in the right hour. And that short moment of my life, that night, that surprise, changed it in all the senses. Now the blue days became into (no no no, I would never say "sunny days") days with smiles, laughs and tomorrows full of promises.