Over oplossingen en opstakels


Het is donderdagmiddag. De woorden van mijn dochter heb ik me enorm aangetrokken. Voor het eerst van mijn leven heb ik mezelf gezien door de ogen van anderen. Ze heeft gelijk, ik hoef helemaal geen tijdnood te hebben, die creëer ik enkel en alleen zelf. Er valt een deken van schaamte over me heen nu dit harde gegeven bij me binnendringt. Vanaf vandaag ga ik het helemaal anders aanpakken. Ik voer een nieuwe pincode voor het gebruik van mijn toetsenbord in, bevestig het nummer en wis het direct uit mijn geheugen. Zo, van die tijdrovende bezigheid heb ik geen last meer.

Het valt me ook heel erg mee om een uitkomst te bedenken voor het constante filmen. Mijn man had al de reden opgegeven van de met plakband dichtgeplakte afvalemmer. En de enige reden dat de camera  er nog hangt is het tijdgebrek van mijn dochter. Dus hoef ik alleen maar zelfstandig hem  naar beneden te halen. Van een waslijn maak ik een lasso, die werp ik om de standaard die aan het plafond hangt waar het toestel in vast geklikt zit. Nu nog een flinke ruk en kletterdekletter, weer een probleem uit de wereld geholpen. De barst in het glas van de lens moet mijn dochter maar negeren. En om haar negeermodus een beetje op weg te helpen zal ik als verrassing voor haar die leuke kerstlantaarn kopen waar ze al weken over aan het zeuren is.  

Nu alleen nog de hobbykamer van mijn man onder handen nemen. Maar wat is dat nou? De deur is afgesloten, er staat een heus verkeersbord voor:  verboden toegang. 


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#fromtheotherside   #fromtheotherside Hello very but very good days Greetings and blessings in abundance for all, I send many, lots of kisses and hugs to all toditos my friends of yoors my name is Jhade and I am Venezuelan. I love writing and writing publications and narrating many things that have happened to me as experiences or anything I get a story whether real or fantasy although it can also be a combination of reality and fantasy at the same time and if I'm sincere it is my passion to be a writer or cartoonist ok Taking advantage of this opportunity in which I report this writing I'm going to tell you my experience with this fatal virus and tell you the truth not only I learned to accept my relatives as they were, and to love them and to respect them, I also learned to be very responsible when using the cap, using gel antibacterial, greet my friends by sign without using hands, washing often and very often my hands, bathing when I just get to my house I changed the sheets on my beds, in the end almost let's say I became obsessive compulsive when it is cleaning and cleaning the floors of the home very well with disinfectants and chlorines all so much that I didn't even know what to use for this coronavirus will not enter my home, we disinfected footwear with many antiseptic solutions, masks, gloves and all measures of correct biosecurity to avoid any possibility of getting infected my relatives and me, since this virus is very dangerous, i've seen friends die of relatives, and also to have patience since in those weeks in which could not leave because of the radical quarantine I desperate a great do you imagine not being able to go out to the corner? Affsss I almost turn crazy hahahaha I had to start using relaxing songs that I already had time without putting music of that kind hehe is that I already had my hair very but muuy tip with so much stress and listening only the word covid and affssss I had to start reading many but many and lots of books and all kinds, to achieve clear my mind a little about the reality of covid 19, in short it could be cir that was 100% a great madness and very desperate, almost explodes the coconut head that I have hahahahaha, no longer knew what to do or who else to talk to that were not my relatives because they were always busy and I desperate wanting to express myself, because apart from writer I'm a little talking and jocosa and affsss it was a huge torture to have to wait for the end of the quarantine and thus be able to talk again with my great friends and be able to talk about novels, stories, unrequited loves, strange or failed experiences, unfulfilled goals, that is more material for my novels jijiji (PS: If you read this friends mine i love them a lot of ooooooooooooo toditos) I missed them so much that I just started to write novels about them and the experiences I have lived with them and all those silly adventures that so excited me to remember them as they fill me like happiness lol
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Everything not said about love
Faced with this wave of loss of loved ones due to the pandemic, hunger, forced migrations and armed conflicts, the words that were not said, the caresses that died before being born and the smile that were not reflected in the look of the person who left. This reminded me of a beautiful song belonging to the Turkish musician Birsen Tezer and that I want to share with you. Everything Not Said About Love - Everything was left in half Thats weird Love and hate are half Life is half A part of me wants to escape And a part wants to chase What it leaves behind That is clean and pure A part of your half A part of my half Only I know Make him love you And maybe you know A bit My cry is drowned In crowded corners I find little comfort For who i am now Everything that I've been through He's lost in my overwhelming passions Like it's just fog That disappears It's like your voice comes from a distance It's like you're in another dimension I see a part of you in everything You're in my thoughts Wherever you are A bit Nobody knows Nobody hears Only I know that I loved you And maybe you know A bit It's like If your voice came from a distance It's like you are In another dimension I find a part of you in everything You're in my thoughts Wherever you are, a little Nobody knows Nobody hears Only I know Make him love you And maybe you know A bit My cry is drowned In crowded corners I find little comfort For who i am now Everything that I've been through Is lost in my passions overwhelming Like it's just fog That disappears. Below I leave the link for you to listen and enjoy Ante esta ola de pérdidas de seres queridos por la pandemia, por el hambre, las migraciones forzadas y los conflictos bélicos, queda en mi mente las palabras que no se dijeron, las caricias que murieron antes de nacer y la sonrisa que no se reflejó en la mirada de la persona que se fue. Esto me recordó una hermosa canción perteneciente a la musica turca Birsen Tezer y que quiero compartir con ustedes Todo lo que no se dice sobre el amor - Todo se dejó por la mitad Qué raro El amor y el odio están por la mitad La vida está por la mitad Una parte de mi quiere escapar Y una parte quiere perseguir Lo que deja atrás Que es limpio y puro Una parte de tu mitad Una parte de mi mitad Solo yo sé Que te amé Y quizás tú lo sepas Un poco Mi llanto es ahogado En rincones atestados Encuentro poco consuelo Por quien ahora soy Todo por lo que he pasado Está perdido en mis pasiones abrumadoras Cómo si fuera solo niebla Que desaparece Es como si tu voz viniera de la distancia Es como si estuvieras en otra dimensión Veo una parte de ti en todo Estás en mis pensamientos Dónde sea que estés Un poco Nadie sabe Nadie oye Solo yo sé que te amé Y quizás tú lo sepas Un poco Es como si Si tu voz viniera de la distancia Es como si estuvieras En otra dimensión Encuentro una parte de ti en todo Estás en mis pensamientos Donde sea que estés, un poco Nadie sabe Nadie oye Solo yo sé Que te amé Y quizás tú lo sepas Un poco Mi llanto es ahogado En rincones atestados Encuentro poco consuelo Por quien ahora soy Todo por lo que he pasado Está perdido en mis pasiones abrumadoras Cómo si fuera solo niebla Que desaparece. Aquí les dejo el link disfrútenlo  Birsen Tezer - Aşk Üzerine Söylenmemiş Her Şey