IT DOESN'T GIVE THE SAME

 In nine days my beloved country will have to elect a president for the period 2022-2026. It doesn't matter who you vote for. As this is my blog and I show my preference, I am going to refer to what I believe is correct or incorrect.

There are two candidates. My dad always told me that a young candidate was idealistic, that it didn't matter that he had no experience "he is going to look to the future because he has life ahead of him." Neither candidate is old, ... one is older than me, I am not a lolita but I am not an old woman either. That older candidate proposes things that I have already experienced. I grew up in a dictatorship. What he proposes I don't like. It is repression. It is ultra coservative. AND ... IT IS NOT FREE.

The other candidate, Gabriel Boric, is very young. Has fresh, renewed ideas. And they want to scare us by saying that he is the candidate of Communism. I am not a communist, nor is the candidate. But the other ... yes, he is a fascist.

Now ... you ask yourself, do you want fascism in Chile? what does it sound like? Pinochet? Franco? Mussolini? BINGO!!! Yes!

Boric? ... is not infected. You who want to vote for the unspeakable candidate ... live together? are you wrong for him? are you gay for him you are wrong. Now ask yourself: do you want a free country? You really believe that the other candidate represents that, you can ... OPEN YOUR EYES. No!!!! represents repression. I vote for my country. I vote Boric. I vote freedom. I vote for my country. I VOTE EQUALITY !!!!

MY BELOVED "NANNY"

 

The best treasure that can be entrusted to a person is children. Mr. Jaime Elorrieta Polloni and his wife Mrs. Amparo Muñoz Moscoso (my parents) could not have chosen someone better than Mr. Orlando Hernández.

Eternally grateful, the Elorrieta Muñoz family, to who gave us only moments of joy.

Cututo, you leave us an empty space that no one will fill. Now 
it's time for you to rest and enjoy in that dimension called Heaven.

Goodbye Cututo

TURNING 50

 Friends and family here present: This of the speeches is very much mine and my close ones know it. Today the most important people in my life are with me accompanying me. One or the other was left out, not because they didn't want to 

be here, but for the pandemic we are going through, among other things. It's 50 years, 50 YEARS. It sounds really big to me and I still can't believe it. I am celebrating my 50 years remembering the achievements and not the blunders of my life. Remembering those who have passed through it and left their mark. I can't not mention someone who Iwould have given what wa asked me to be here: my dad. I think where you are, you must be thinking “you stupid, old girl! You turned 50 !! ”. They are 50 and even so the father is missed, among many others who are no longer in this dimension.

In my 50 years my achievements have been quite a few. I like to write, read, sing, etc. draw your conclusions. However, there are two tremendous achievements that do not hang on the wall in diplomas: Valentina Pilar and Rodrigo Alfonso. They are the most valuable and greatest thing that I have done in my half century of life. But that would not have been possible on my own. The best life partner I could have chosen is Alejandro, my Jano and together with him I reached 50. With two children, with my closest relatives, with my friends who I love so much and who are already an indisputable and unrepeatable part of my life . Here I am with you, celebrating and enjoying… and looking forward - very optimistically - to what my next half century has to offer me.

Eternally grateful, this fifty-something. Amparo Pilar Elorrieta Muñoz

About Lockdown among other things.

Who was going to tell me that about 10 years ago when I saw a movie called "Contagion" and I said "uffff ... thank goodness these things don't happen in real life" I was going to swallow my words? Here we are. So is everyone. It doesn't matter if you are from Asia, Africa, Europe, America, etc. it affected all of us. ​for the second year in a row locked up at home, with enough storage to not go shopping in a long time. And if you go out ... with a mask, alcohol gel and social distancing. But this confinement, although it is distressing, has also allowed me to spend more time with my family, to enjoy a few books that I had not had time to read, but, above all, to enjoy one of the greatest pleasures in life: to sleep

Honestly, I really want everything to be solved. We have a vaccine but apparently it has not been of much use, infections are increasing day after day, however, and as long as we take the proper precautions ... why not to enjoy a little bit of our loved ones who live with us, of those TV series or movies that we can never watch, or better yet ... reading the books that have been watching us and flirting with us for a long time?

Let's enjoy the lockdown a little bit. You are invited

P.S. and in Autumn, what can be better?

A Five Year Period

 

This Sunday, January 10th, just like the day you left, it's been 5 years since you left us. Dad can't even imagine the amount of people who have told me "calm down, time heals everything" ... the most absolute lie. 50, 60, 1000 years may pass and you will always be missing. How are things over there? how is the family? you see me? Do you see us? Dad you are in all our memories, in all our events. Since you left, they may call me crazy, but I always remember you in difficult moments. There are things that you and I talked about and nobody knows but ... it doesn't matter, I know that all of your children are tremendously important to you.

When I leave this world and reach the other, I want you to be the one to receive me, hug you, kiss you, sing with you ... gossip. Ufff ... so many things to tell. Dad ... I miss you, a lot.

Five years ago I had to stand in front of your coffin and say a few words in your honor,words that I took from my soul and my heart and that, to be honest I don't no how I was able to say. Today, five years ago you left and I say "today", because I don't know if on Sunday January 10th I will have the stregnth to write for you, I must say that the pain is still there, that sadness still lives inside me, the hope of seeing you again has increased . Dad I miss you and I know where you are going, do you know why? because you live in me

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WHEN A FRIEND PASSES AWAY...

There are friendships that stay into you. Some last decades. Others less, but when that person is special - with her virtues and defects, and
leaves untimely - it hurts.
Particularly this time I want to refer to you, dear Yanny. We met thinking that the real friends were our children without realizing that time would make you that time would make you a person very close to our family.
Now that you left, that you are no longer with us, and that therefore I cannot stop thinking how unfair life is, I can confidently say that I write this with tears in my eyes.What am I going to do with that friend whom I called to say "Yanny !! please, I need help decorating for the Halloween party !!!", "Yanny ... please you can come help me decorate my house for Christmas?you know that I have a lot of decoration, help! "And so it always was. There, loyal, present, FRIEND. Yanny, I have many friends but your place .... NO ONE will take it. I will miss you until the day when it is my turn to follow you, and there you will tell me "did you bring me my michelada?"

TRILOGY OF SADNESS

As when the film "Marcelino, pan y vino" begins. Just like that. A man dies, a child is born and five years pass and the narrator says "what can we say about a man when five years have passed since his death. All. But what can we say about a child when he is only five years old?" I start this writing with an extract of that film that I saw thousands of times with you.

However, this time it is not five years, but three. What can I say? What can I add that I have not expressed before? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's already been three years since I said goodbye to you and although people do their best to tell me that time can cure everything, I can say with the greatest certainty that this is not There are moments of joy in which when I remember you I laugh at your comments, your actions ... "Peter Parker", "the miraculous little boy of Chimbarongo", etc. jokes that will remain in our family forever, and even if I take a laugh another laugh I can not deny or fail to recognize that behind those laughter there are tears too.Dad, I can be as old as I am and never, NEVER going tomiss you. My face reminds me, the mirror reminds me at every moment. Life reminds me..