When I had two legs

And here again some more random pictures taken this last month here in San Francisco. 

Years ago I went to Ibiza and got surprised with the light there was, always shinny and so white, but now I think there is no light like Californian one!!!! Almost every day I wake up and the sun is waiting over the window, the sky is blue blue blue, and .... for me, coming from Bilbao, a place where this year the sun has decided not to go, this is something to be happy happy about. 

(from my bed I'm looking for positive things in my life, Pollyana moment, have you seen this film???) 

y aqui unas cuantas fotos de este ultimo mes en San Francisco. Estoy intentando vivir un momento Pollyana (habeis visto la peli? y sacar de un momento malo algo positivo). Y mirando fotos me doy cuenta de lo azul del cielo de SF, de lo bonitas que son las calles y de la luz tan impresionante que hay todos los dias!!!! 

Para muestra, las fotos!

Sorry!

 

I'm so sorry if I've been lots of days without posting. But coming back from Spain to San Francisco, sometimes is harder than one could think. 

I've terrible jet lags each time I go from a place to another, and I fell a strong homesick (and Grace-sick) the firs days I'm in the US. 

However... I have some new pictures to show you, but today I'm posting this text I've found in my personal facebook. 

I can steel remind when I wrote that. I thought life was terrible and that I will never be happy again.. And since this "sentimental text" I can swear that I've been feeling happy, sad, terribly unhappy and depressed and so happy again. But that's life and this is living! Passing through all this feelings and more. 

Hope you like this text, is so ME!!!

Hoy he leído en alguna parte, en un medio que si lo digo nadie reconocería como fiable, una cosa que me ha removido por dentro. Una frase tan sencilla como esta:

* Para ser felices en la vida tenemos que saber que a veces está permitido llorar.

Una afirmación tan sencilla como esta, y que a veces nos resulta tan difícil.

Vivimos en un mundo en el que se nos obliga a ser felices a estar bien o por lo menos a no demostrar nuestra tristeza al mundo. Vivimos a mil por hora, pensando que no tenemos tiempo, que las horas son pocas.

Parecerían las horas más intensas si nos permitiésemos disfrutar de ellas, vivirlas desde dentro.

Hay veces que para quitarnos esa tristeza no tenemos que hacer nada más complicado que Llorar. Algo tan sencillo, algo tan complicado.

Yo hoy he decidido llorar todas las veces que haga falta, para así poder quitarme la trsiteza de dentro. Tristeza que muchas veces es expulsada en forma de lágrima.

Yo hoy he decidido llorar, para así poder llegar a volar.

Sometimes dreams come true

Sometimes can be hard choosing what you want to do in your life, more difficult than doing it once you know.

Every time I find myself thinking about what would I like to have to be o to do...I go out of mind!

But if I find something I know I'll like, when I find my dream, I try to go on and work on it. Nothing comes from nothing and even dreams might be difficult at the begining. But working hard everything, every dream, can be true.

I'm living one of my dreams, and hope more will arrive, and I hope I'll have new dreams. I know I'm working hard for it, and sometimes I ask to myself if it's what I want, but I always find the same answer, "of course it is!". And in this moment the fight starts again!!!!