Crafter of words
“A word can be a window, a key or even a door. A word can shut or open doors; it can build bridges or it can destroy them. A word can touch you, it can reach you or even move through you. A word can kill or it can bear life. A word can heal.”
Pétalos del Corazón
Colección de poemas
Colección de cuentos
La Cocina de Susie
Colección de recetas
Palabras al Viento
We are born in one piece, just a tiny piece in a huge jigsaw-puzzle in the Universe. The way it works out is far beyond our grasp. And we ourselves are doers of our own jigsaw, although the pieces are not always at hand. We have to seek for the missing ones trying to understand very complex shapes.
We can spend our childhood and our youth working on our own jigsaw. Once we are adults, there is a moment when we think we have all the pieces but then we wake up one morning and the jigsaw is gone. Instead, we have a pile of thousand pieces on our table.
Dreams sometimes give us clues of missing pieces though they do not always match the jigsaw we are working on, they may be part of a different one which we have not yet started.
We fall to pieces when the jigsaw is not what we expected.
We are a chess piece and we never see the player’s face.
We are one piece of a kind.
We are a unique piece of art.
Soledad Lorena / Susannah