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Las Cosas Pequeñas Se Vuelven Grandes
Yo pensaba que la comida solamente servía para quitar el hambre. No entendía que también estaba construyendo la versión de mí que iba a existir mañana. Continue reading
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“No Creo en las Almas Gemelas”
Creo que muchas veces confundimos alineación con destino. Dos personas pueden sentirse perfectas el uno para el otro en una etapa de la vida y, años después, ya no caminar en la misma dirección. Continue reading
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“Las cosas que antes te molestaban… son las que más extrañas después”
A veces, lo que más te molestaba… es lo que más terminas extrañando. Continue reading
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“Today — I sit here reminiscing in front of my TV”
English Version 📓 Wednesday, September 3, 2025 — 10:26 p.m. I’m sitting in my comfortable bluish armchair from Ikea, my laptop resting on the matching ottoman. It’s covered by one of my old t-shirts — I keep it there so my orange tabby, Simba, doesn’t turn the fabric into his personal scratching post. David Bowie’s Let’s… Continue reading
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“Silence is louder than, desire is immediate.”
English Version 📓 Friday, September 12, 7:02 p.m. Today was different. I didn’t want to do anything, and I acted on it. No pushing, no forcing sales, no chasing results. Just errands: • Bought some cases • Picked up Simba’s (my cat) medication • Panda Express • A nap under the shade of a tree in… Continue reading
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“Birthday and Mortality of Time”
English Version 📓 Tuesday, September 9, 2025 – 11:47 p.m. Today was my youngest sister’s birthday. Twenty-eight years ago she came to this earth in her own space suit of flesh and bones, ready to write her story. I’ve had a complicated relationship with her. Some days we get along, other days we don’t. That’s… Continue reading
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Isn’t it Magic to Exist?
Version in English You don’t know where you came from. You don’t know where you’ll go. You entered this world without memory. You’ll leave it with only experiences. This life — it’s momentary. A stop. A station. A breath. You are an immortal soul in a mortal body. You were given feeling — not just… Continue reading
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Why I Still Care (Plastic bag man)
English Version 📓 Monday, September 8, 2025 6:55 p.m. Sometimes people burn me. You’d think I’d learn my lesson by now. They take a case and don’t pay. They dodge my calls, act like the $90 they owe doesn’t exist. And still… I care. I don’t even know why, exactly. But I care enough to… Continue reading
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“Hot as all kinds here in LA”
English Version 📓 Sunday, September 7, 4:03 p.m. Illustrated & written by Roberto Sanchez Sitting under the cool shade of a tree near Crenshaw… it’s been so hot. Decided to take a break. Slow day. Selling bags in LA can burn you out. Sometimes literally — when it’s in the 90s. Lately I’ve been asking myself: why… Continue reading
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“Today — I sit here reminiscing in front of my TV”
English Version 📓 Wednesday, September 3, 2025 — 10:26 p.m. I’m sitting in my comfortable bluish armchair from Ikea, my laptop resting on the matching ottoman. It’s covered by one of my old t-shirts — I keep it there so my orange tabby, Simba, doesn’t turn the fabric into his personal scratching post. David Bowie’s Let’s… Continue reading