A @vicvperezdelara porque sus publicaciones magníficas me inspiraron a hacer una imagen para el cover.

Y a @trovadormusica,, quien no solo canta y toca, sino que también diseñó este separador bellísimo que he estado usando y, por ello, le agradezco mucho.

English:

In the Kin Maya, I am Storm. Solar storm. And I think that’s the way I can define everything that has been moving within me.

A storm.

There have been lightning bolts that I keep in silence and thunders that explode no matter what is to destroy in their path. I actually have a friend whose cow, during a storm, was threw by the air a couple of kilometres away.

But it has also been calm.

All my life, I have felt guilty for loving storms. When I was little, I was excited when they started. You know, as they always start.. out of nothing. But my family told me that was bad. That storms leave a lot of people homeless.

But they give me peace. It has been a fear that I have really tried myself to feel but which I end up having a few beers with.

Let's see,
pulled out of my journal in random order.

I sprouted tomatoes and bell peppers.
I sprouted loads because “I read that only half of them germinate and, as I have never done this, surely only a third will grow. And I could never do it with the bean in kindergarten. You know, they might not even germinate at all.”

It is a good time to be my friend now... I have a lot of little gifts to give away!

We also put some spring onion and celery in pots. And they are lovely, I must say.

También pasamos a unas macetitas unos cebollines y apio españa. Lucen adorables, si me permiten agregar.

Now I wake up happier. I sing to them, smile at them. I cheer them up to grow more beautiful, because we all grow more beautiful if we feel supported.

My partner, @acurewa,also planted cannabis and oh I love them so much. I see them grow and I tell them that I never imagined them so charming.

Oh, and they do grow like weed... we found four more in the garden!!! Don't even ask me. We welcomed them happily in our family.

Flowers also flourished. I tell them to pose for me and they wink at me. Sometimes, I also feel the occasional butterfly or ladybug are flirting with me.

The rose bush gave me a divine rose that I put to dry and turned into a tonic along with chamomile and green tea for my, sometimes, swollen face. Us moms don't usually have a good rest.

And as the garden grows, so does he.

And I get smaller and, in four legs, I chase the one who already wants to walk in two. And now I just want him to move into my arms again.

Soon, I'll have to stop calling him Baby.

But it does not matter. If I keep shrinking, I will make myself a house beneath earth.

There I tuck in, I hide, and my fear will hide too. So I will laugh more. And I will dance more. And I will enjoy more.

And his laughter will become eternal and will be the compost to grow my hope and innocence.

I also collected a bunch of little flowers to press into a book. If they keep their color, they will decorate recycled paper.

Hopefully, recycled paper will become love letters. Like the ones people sent a while ago. Like the ones children still make.

Hopefully, one of them will be sent to me. And another to my mom.

Thus, magazines, old scraps and invoices will get a new life. Because we all deserve a new life.
It doesn't matter if it's every 28 years, every 12 months, or every three days.

I also had about ten spontaneous bouts of rage - which I wrote about a lot and hope to share, in here, later -. I also cried. I also contained myself from a panic attack for an entire day -thanks to the Yopo school which has taught me well.

And I also did Yopo, of course. I spoke to it, it spoke to me. We understood each other better. And I continued with anxiety but, at least, I avoided pulling out my hair. Are the 20s the age in which we become the Bald Britney?

And I drew.

And I painted a little.

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I tried to practice some children books characters.

I took a picture of myself.

And I took a thousand pictures of him.

We cooked delicious food. We danced. We watched TV shows. We took a lot of beer. I practiced swing poi. I broke one of the swing poi. And we laughed.

Now we have a new cat in the family. Although it is not entirely new. She actually lived in the house before. It’s just it wasn’t until now that James Dean-Oh and Greta Vinaigrette let her in.

Sometimes they fight with each other, but at least they can stand sharing a life and a space together.

Oh, and even though James Dean-Oh and Greta Vinagreta don't have internet to read this - and they don't understand Spanish much either - I want to thank them for gifting me with cockroaches in my room every now and then.

Sometimes, I think they are a gift for Sayri, because they are friends and they play together.
Surely they will say;

Poor little thing, so small and he does not know how to hunt.

But, the other day, they left one inside my shoe - which I did not find until I was already wearing them ... without socks. Thank you so much -.

So I think it could also be a:

Uhm, she's very skinny. Surely the little human sucks everything out of her breasts. Take this little bit of protein, human woman.

Anyway, I still try to explain to them that I prefer the gifts in the garden and not in my room ... but I appreciate the intention and the affection.

Also, a couple of days ago, I agreed to host the next concert of my friends @joseacabrerav and @trovadormusica, this May 29th, through the @VotoVzla Discord.

I don't know why I did that. I think it was Jim Carrey, Yes Lord, taking over my body and spirit... actors stuff. The fact is that I already got on the boat and I can't get off because I don't know how to swim - I do know how to swim, it is pure drama… let’s not get into the atmosphere of the performance.

And it will be beautiful! It is not that I am psychic - well, I could be… kind of - but I have already been in the first two concerts of them and it has been amazing. And all the music will be played at 432 Hz! So we will have a great time, perhaps we will dance for a little while, we will meet new people and, in addition, we will make peace with that anxiety of out that sometimes attacks. (You know, myself. This is with you.)

We also prepared some prizes for you (65 Hive in total!) and you can read about it in the original publication. Although I will, surely, be telling you more about it in a whole post because I am really excited and I truly want you to get to know more about this beautiful Medicine Music.

Finally, I wrote several posts. Most like I wrote this post several times. About 10.

I wrote it in prose and I wrote it in verse. I erased it. And Sayri would cry. I wrote about other things because it was what was flowing best for me. I saved it for later. I used it to heal. And Sayri would need me to help him sleep. I tried to translate it. I decided that I was no longer going to translate anything. And I would rather play with Sayri instead.

And I wrote it again, at the end of all, in what has been 8 days since the first attempt. Adding more things every time I tried to write again.

The first time, for example, there were only seeds and no sprouts at all.

And, now, I will translate it.

This time will be the definitive.