Rag doll

Once upon a time a rag doll who lived on a farm. She spent her time locked in the basement. At night she was crying because she was alone. But no one heard her laments.

The farmer was an old man called Tom. He was a full of pity man, funny and friendly. There were a lot of sheeps, three cows, one cockerel and some laying hen. There were too four hunting dogs and a few cats that kept the place free to rats and mice.

But one day Tom fell ill. He couldn't milk de cows or sheep shearing. Tom wasn't married and hadn't got any child. But he had got a lot of friends. Some of them cleaned and cooked for him and also fed to animals. But time passed and Tom wasn't healing.

The village's doctor was disconcerted because medicine hadn't effect. People believed Tom was dying and the farm's animals were unhappy. Or cows or sheeps producing milk, and laying hens weren't putting eggs.

Near to the farm there was a little baby. It was a cold night at February and the child was ill. The baby had been deserted in the night. When Tom's neighbour were turning at home he were heard the baby's crying. He caught it and took it to Tom's house. The child was crying and crying. When he arrived it put it near to hearth. Not much later it stopped crying. But the man still heard a crying. It was coming to down and the old man went to the basement. There weren't any more than a dirty doll.

The man believed that it could be a good present for the child. He caught it and took it up. At the moment the crying stopped. There was a great silence. Then Tom opened his eyes.

Tom had slept for a long time and had dreamed with a baby and a dirty doll.

Now Tom is eighty five years old, and is happy and healthy. The boy is a good guy. He is studying in the university. The doll didn't cry anymore. Cows and sheeps produce milk and the laying hens put eggs. All people is happy in the village and this one is the finish of the story.

Bye bye!

Good morning. Long ago I didn't write anything in this place so I'm here now. I would like to speak of a small country. Is there anybody who knows Gambia? I guess, sure.
Gambians people have a great smile. I like it. People knows Gambia like a smile coast. I must say that it's so. Sure. I didn't understood that the most important possession for us is our identity. And the Gambian people knows it. They have accepted their past, their history, you know. All their great pain.
It's a wonderfull way to know yourself, knowing your history. So is terrible forget the misfortune, the hits, the story.
I don't want forget my identity, or the blows I have given, or the blows I have recived.

INTERNET PLACES

There are some Internet places as dishonest as never I couldn't to imagine. Yesterday morning I was checking my mail address when I saw a message from a friend. It couldn't see until I open an account and I did it. At the moment I beggining to receive a lot of messages from people I dont know. All they were men. And they all wanted to know. For God's sake. I couldn't understand nothing. Never I had got so much success with men. Even when I was a younger girl, never I had got it, no way. By the other hand I was seen some friends in this place. There was nothing wrong with that. Therefore it was a safe place. Now I'm feeling deceived.

This morning I opened the account and I have done some change in my profile. Then I could see my picture at the same way to the people can to see me. There I can read: I want to know a guy who is between X and Y years. Oh my God!

I want to give an advice to the people who are looking for a frienship in this places. Don't make it, is an error. If you do, you might regret it.

THE WAY

Yesterday I watched a film in TV: The Way. It is a great film and I liked so much. A movie starring Martin Sheen and some stars I didn't know until then. Wonderful... Really a nice film.
It's a father's story who embarks upon to a far country. The only purpose was to recover his once son dead.
By special situations during the route had made a greatest changes in his own way of thinking. The most important of those is the fact to confront his mistakes and start to correct them. Another question is learning to enjoy his more essential possession, his own live.
At beginning to the film his son said him: life isn't chosen, life should be lived. And I'm agree at all.


Mariola.

The wonderfull miracle of life

I wish be like a great window to see the people wearing their wonderfull nakedness. So much that I want to watch at all, no lies, only your truth. It's all we have, this and our life. I wish be like a great ear to hear the sound of the silent words, the silence to the people who wonder why the world is as it's and why there are a lot of murders and wars and how the leader of a country kills his own people every day. I can't understand it. I believe in people so much that I think is posible a change but I don't know how must we paid for it. What is the price of life? Life is priceless but they still do not know. I hope that one day people it will know but I don't know if we will have any time.

The princess and the time

There once was a princess who would not mourn. She had the sea in her eyes, a deep and dark sea. She had a haunting beauty, as well as the sea. Few men dared to enter in her eyes. All the men were afraid of sinking.

Our princess was alone, always alone. Her only friend was the time. The time never left her, and she danced for him at all times.

Time he loved her and wanted only for him. But it was an impossible love. One night, the girl danced for a man. The man wasn't afraid, he spent much time at the sea. The time, ungry, turned the girl in a old woman. The princess cried and cried for many days. The people said that the tears of the princess filled the kingdom, making all in a salt water lake. Some people claim to have seen two pearls in the deepest, the princess's eyes.

END

Who, how, where, why...

WHO: My name is Mariola. I'm a woman and I am forty-three years old.

HOW: Ufff! I am sentimental, and a curious woman. Some times, an exigent woman.

WHERE: I'm from to Banyoles.

WHY: I want to use this blog to express my feelings. Is very dificult for me because I dont remember this language. I never had a good level but I want to learn. I think it's not too late for me.

I had study english for a long time, but that was long ago.

Forgive my bad english, sorry. With the time I will see my evolution.

Bye!