Teenager again

All these years, becoming a mature man

Fulfilling years once and once again

All these years, anytime you felt in love

You became a teenager again

Is that love?,

Those nervous that you feel

When you see her coming

Walking charmingly and smiling to you

Maybe you just have not grown up

You have not become old enough

To understand that that's not love

That's not love , is it?

Perhaps I'm very bitter

So as to think that that's love

Or my heart is too young

'Cause I'm feeling as a teenager again

I'm back

I was given the ball, beyond the three point line, when I realised, had already began the movement, a slight bend in my knees, the arms raising the ball over my head, finally the jump shot, the ball sailed through the air falling into the basket. I was back.

Months ago since I had not played, but a couple of times. I felt good, was again in the game. That wasn't my first basket in that game, but was the first I felt my game coming back, I'm in the game again baby, get ready 'cause I'll be unstoppable, you won't be able to guard me. Allright, maybe I was a little bit enthusiastic and optimistic. I wasn't unstoppable, but was back in the game. I ended the game with thirteen points in my wallet and a heart filled with joy.

A couple of weeks ago since I wrote the last paragraph, we've won two games, to be realistic both teams were not a big deal, but we've been meeting us each other, because we are playing together for first time, although we won both matches also have realised that we need to play more like a team.

I hope next january when the tournament begins we are a good team, ready to take challenges against better teams than last two.

Which is the right road?

Have you ever felt alone?, there where the road forks, trying to guess which is the correct path?, and you just don't know which path follow, and you stay quiescent not knowing what to do?

You would like walking through both paths, walking through one then getting back and taking the other, but you know that once you've chosen one you will  have to forget the other one.

Both paths are good enough, they have beautiful flowers, leafy trees, fresh water springs, they have all you could need. They are so good that you can not decide which one choose.

Time is running out, yous must decide.

Time takes away what we love

¿Have you seen how the leaves fall down from the tree then the wind blows and takes them far away?.

The time does the same, but with what we love, like my grandma, here the problem is I can't do anything to avoid it, no matter how much medicine she takes, how much care is taken about her, time keeps rolling on and never stops, the human body can't last as long as the time, so a moment arrives when the body can't stand anymore and begins to fail, it may be the heart, lungs, liver, kidney, mind, something begins the debacle and the others follows, then the disaster comes.

It's hard to see, to stand and accept there isn't anything you can do to fix it, to stop it. You don't want to understand, you don't want to realise that you're gonna lose someone.

That must be some of the moments when you grow up, when you mature even if you don't want.

She is gone.

¿Are we the best friend of each other?

It's been told that the dogs are the best friends of man (of the woman also obviously), but, have you ever thought if ¿are we their best friends too?.

Recently I have experienced some problems because of my dog's behavior, well to be honest it's not my dog, it's my girlfriend's dog which basically means that the dog is mine too. I have not been able to sleep well, in the early morning the dog starts to bark and acts so anxious, it seems that he listens to the neighbor and his dog going out to take a walk, maybe he also wants to go out or just thinks that there's a problem, but I don't think that because he always acts that way when is taken out to take a walk.

The problem might be deeper, more complicated, it's well known that dogs are very social animal, they need to be accompanied by humans or other animals, and this poor dog is alone along(during) almost all day while we are working far away, he stays at apartment with nobody to play, that's very cruel for a social animal. So he gets stressed, who wouldn't?.

When we get out, he stays barking at home, maybe feels that is going to get alone or maybe he only wants to go out with us.

When she returns home, the dog gets anxious and she can't control him, he barks so loud and jumps to her legs like claiming to be taken out for a walk. So at the end of the day she takes him out to take a walk and he comes back so happy, he obviously loves it, he meets other dogs, smells new smells, runs, breathes fresh air, is happy throughout the whole walk.

After returning home, the dog is relaxed, happy, but some hours pass and everything begins again.

It's evident for me that he is not happy, he stays alone for many hours, when he should be accompanied, when I realised all this, I wondered "He is my best friend, but ¿Am I his best friend?".