domingo, 29 de agosto de 2021
MY BELOVED "NANNY"
domingo, 22 de agosto de 2021
TURNING 50
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
viernes, 26 de marzo de 2021
About Lockdown among other things.
viernes, 8 de enero de 2021
A Five Year Period
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viernes, 24 de enero de 2020
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?"
miércoles, 9 de enero de 2019
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..
sábado, 16 de junio de 2018
REMEMBER ME
Again June, again Father's Day about to be celebrated. Tomorrow my children will celebrate their father, my husband. And I know it will be a beautiful and great day.
The pain, however, that I have will be with me until the end of my days. This celebration reminds me that I do not have my dad with me. That I have no one to greet. The pain is deep, constant and alive. But beyond hurting I also know that he is not here with me. HERE with me. On the other side, yes. And someday when I leave I'll see him again, and hug and share a glass of wine, a beer, a barbecue with him. He's going to nag me again for something I said or did. He will tell me that he saw how I decorated my house for this or that date and he will tell me that he liked a certain detail. He will criticize me maybe one or the other step when I dance the cueca. He will talk to me about a soccer match that we saw, him there and me here, about a presidential candidate who will make us laugh, anyway ... as he always was. As it is not anymore. And how will it be ... on the other side.Happy Day Jano, my children's dad, who adore you.
Happy Father's Day ... I can not hug you, but I will one day.




