Hoy, el cumple de mi Anna

Uf! La verdad que es complicado llevar el ritmo de escribir todos los días... Esto me recuerda la admiración que siento por aquello que lo hacen, y por los escritores... que capacidad tan envidiable.

Bueno, hoy escribo con un motivo Super especial... Hoy es el cumpleaños del amor de mi vida.  Que cosas, ya es el segundo cumpleaños que pasamos juntos y hace un año y algo más no habría dicho que sería así.
Durante el transcurso de una vida humana cambian muchas cosas, se adoptan nuevas costumbres, nuevas manías, nuevos hobbies (aficiones); a su vez, se desechan costumbres, manías y aficiones que ya no nos llenan. Es lo que algunos llaman evolucionar - o involucionar dependiendo del caso!
Pues con los años, y pensando que nunca más la vería, mi amor por Anna crecía, sin pensarlo, sin saberlo... El bueno Dios, o la energía, la tenía reservada para mi y me regalo su piel, su perfume y su presencia en mi vida... Vida que cobró luz, cobró ilusión y ganas de más vida todo gracias a ella... A su risa y sonrisa, a su candidez y simplicidad, que no simpleza, de su carácter hacen de mi día a día un regalo maravilloso.
A ese ser maravilloso quisiera hoy dedicarle una canción especial.

I don't wanna live without your Love by Chicago

Letra:

Thought it wouldn't matter
If we didn't stay together,
And if it was over,
Maybe it was for the better.
I was thinking I'd be alright,
'til I thought it all through.
Now I know that I ain't really living
If I have to live without you.

I don't wanna live without your love,
I don't wanna face the night alone.
I could never make it through my life
If I had to make it on my own.
I don't wanna love nobody else,
I don't wanna find somebody new.
I don't wanna live without your love,
I just wanna live my life with you.

Guess I had to go away,
So much I had to go through.
Guess I had to lose you
To realize how much I love you.
Can we make the fire burn again,
Burn a little stronger?
'Cause I've been alone, and baby,
I can't be alone now any longer.

I don't wanna live without your love,
I don't wanna face the night alone.
I could never make it through my life
If I had to make it on my own.
I don't wanna love nobody else,
I don't wanna find somebody new.
I don't wanna live without your love,
I just wanna live my life with you.

Oh, if I had to make it on my own,
My life would never be the same,
My love would never be the same.
I don't wanna live without your love.

Should I do the same?

Took from The New Yorker:

"...Outside Ajdabiya, a man named Ibrahim, one of many émigrés who have returned, said, “Libyans have always been Muslims—good Muslims.” People here regard themselves as decent and observant; a bit old-fashioned and parochial, but not Islamist radicals. Ibrahim is fifty-seven. He lives in Chicago, and turned over his auto-body shop and car wash to a friend so that he could come and fight. He had made his life in the United States, he said, but it was his duty as a Libyan to help get rid of Qaddafi––“the monster.”" (if you want to read the whole article go to: Who are the rebels? by Jon Lee Anderson).

I'm wondering if I should do the same... Go back to Venezuela and, somehow, start a fight against Hugo Chávez.  I would said he's also a kafir, an unbeliever because the "revolution" that he has brought into Venezuela only works for him and the inner circle of his environments.

What kind of "people revolution" is that? There are not even medicines/drugs for the new borns in the hospitals that are used by "his people"... "his people" that he keeps saying that he loves and cares very much but which - by contrast - is leading to an abject poverty. 

Sadly, my feeling is that "el bravo pueblo" stay only a mere part of a national anthem that - national - has little if not nothing...

Perhaps, I should to the same as Ibrahim did...