Ayer volví a hacer el camino por el que volvia del colegio durante todo el año pasado. El lugar era el mismo, el camino era el mismo. Pero yo no me sentia igual. Pensé que no me sentiria diferente al hacer ese camino que hice casi todas las tardes por un buen tiempo, pero aparentemente, el no llevar el uniforme si cambia.
Cuando ea mas chica volvía por otros caminos, mas centricos, más seguros, más conocidos. A medida que fui creciendo aprendí que me resultaba mas segura la adrenalina de caminar por una calle interna. Que la tranquilidad que me da la sombra de los arboles y no cruzarme con los colegios llenos de gente que sale, no la cambiaba por nada.
Por esa calle fui con mucha gente, tranquila, apurada. Y a medida que iba pasando por los lugares conocidos, me recordaba que no iba a pasar por ahí, no de la misma forma, no con el mismo uniforme, no de nuevo.
Los lugares permanecerían iguales, el colegio de ingenieros, los tantos quioscos en los que nunca compré nada, salvo cuando iba con alguien más, el portón marrón en el que tantas veces vi gente durmiendo, con la incripción "Soy lesbiana, Soy bisexual, Soy como tú, Soy humano", que tantas veces me dió esperanza, las escuelas llenas de niños en guardapolvo, la camioneta con patente de Colorado, la niña que andaba en bicicleta con sus amigas por la cuadra y el quiosquero que me regaló un bonobon en el último día de colegio.

Si vuelvo a caminar por esas calles, no será lo mismo. Pero estoy feliz de que así sea.

What are friends for

My whole life's been full of people who claimed to be my friends. To them, one time after another I trusted my secrets. Secrets that may not seem that important now as they were when I told them. And those who claimed to be my friends constantly disappointed me. All of them, even if it only was one time, they told my secret. The reason: Someone else wanted to know, or simply they wanted to yell it out loud in the middle of their birthday because it was fun. Every single time I was let down. I tried over and over to convince myself it wasn't that big of a deal that my best friend told a secret I specifically told not to tell.
Kindergarten, primary school, secondary school...
Until one time I met this person. I thought I liked him. I think I did, but everything turned there. I, for once again, trusted someone to tell him one of the biggest secrets I've ever told anyone.
I liked her. I did for a very long time, I may still do it now. And he didn't tell. Not even one person. Not even once. 
He may be rude and let people down a lot of times and be obsessed with the same girl I liked for a long time and even try to be something more than friends with me when I was confused. But he was the first person I've ever told something that big and he kept it as it was, as a secret.
And then there was something else missing. I couldn't talk to him. He was so arrogant sometimes...
All of a sudden someone invited me to have ice-cream. That someone had been acting weird. I thought he liked me. But I was starting something with that internet girl.
That someone just wanted to be my friend. And that girl I liked wanted to be friends too.
And then we, three lonely people were in a new Whatsapp group.
And I started trusting again.
I trusted, and I told them who I was. I told them about that internet girl.
That internet girl put my world upside down.
If you ever saw me just in my phone all day I probably was talking to her.
And then, boom, all ended.
The internet girl and I didnt talk anymore.
I didnt trust that girl i liked or that someone as much as I did before.
And I wanted not to be in this world.
I would be so easy.
Everyone already showed me I could mean less to them.
And that someone stopped me.
People noticed me.
People notice I'd changed.
And they wanted me to be fine.
That's what friend are for.

Grey problems, GREEN solutions ~ A School Edition.

We all know that pollution and school causes several effects in the environment. Have you ever thought of what you & your school can do about it? Here, I’m giving some ideas.
First of all, one great idea would be to sort the litter out. Mostly you can sort it out in plastic, paper and other rubbish. A compost would be also a great idea, but it’s complicated if your school does not have so much space. So, maybe just sorting the litter out is an easy way to contribute to being environmentally friendly.
Secondly, you can try to close the tap when you are washing your hands. It’s a little bit difficult when you have these special taps, that close automatically after a preset amount of Time. If that is your case, you can request the “normal” taps to your school. Thereby, we can waste less water.
Last but not least, you should try to use both sides of the sheet of paper or posters. The amount of paper you can save by doing this is unbelievable. And if you want to continue saving paper, using just one towel after you wash your hands is a great idea too.
So, if you are interested in any of the ideas that are in this article, you can use them in your school. Also, you can tell your school any idea you like better, and any idea you can think of. Remember that together, we can make the school greener (not only by painting it).

love

And then, suddenly, all makes sense.

All those songs
All those books

All the unexpected laughs
All that talking just because

Holding hands in the street no matter what
Wanting just to be alone without really having to ask

All that
Just
Love

esperanza

Sueño.
Sueño conocerte y abrazarte y no dejarte ir
Sueño con besarte y acurrucarme a tu lado hasta que te puedas dormir
Sueño con tenerte a mi lado y hacerte reir

Imagino.
Me imagino a mi volando para alcanzarte
Te imagino a vos esperando encontrarme
Imagino las veces que todo lo planeaste

Veo.
Veo tu tímida sonrisa y tus pequeñas pecas
Veo en tu cara tus ganas de verme
Me veo a tu lado sentada tan solo riendo

Pienso.
Pienso que la vida es injusta tan solo algunas veces
Pienso que al cruzarse nuestros caminos mi vida cambio para siempre
Pienso que tal vez ir a buscarte sea lo siguiente

resistir

De las ideas de tu cabeza
Tal vez tan locas como las mías
Salen a veces frases
Que recordaré de por vida

Frases sobre mi vida
Frases sobre tu vida
En vez de seguir pensando
Tendría que vivir la vida

¿Cómo vivir la vida
Si me falta tu alegría?
¿Cómo vivirla si mi alegría
Es tan solo una fantasía?

Quisiera poder decir
Todo lo que te pienso
Pero me tengo que resistir
Porque sino te pierdo