CONTINUACIÓN ENCONTRARAS HISTORIAS REALIZADAS POR JÓVENES COMO TU, QUE TAL SI ADICIONAS TUS PROPIAS HISTORIAS.  

narrar nos permite pintar con palabras cuadros reales e irreales de la vida Este blog tiene la intención de invitar a los jóvenes a contar algunas historias de su vida.

                                              DIFFICULT TIMES

Year:  1986 - City of Nebraska

Cristal was a shy and distracted girl. She had curly, red and a little messy hair; she was chubby and her clothes were something out of place. He was the target of many jokes. Cristal was a girl who had suffered a lot, she had self-esteem problems and felt very lonely, but despite this, she had strong character, she was a little cynical, sarcastic and she didn't let anyone intimidate her. Cristal lived in a tiny House with her mother, her stepfather and her four brothers. The five shared a room.  Cristal's stepfather was an alcoholic and he had terrified to her family

Terry was a quiet guy and rather grumpy, he didn't have friends, he was a little weird and likes so much to read the comics, he has lived all his life in Nebraska so people respected him, or at least didn't bother him. He lived with his parents and his younger brother, he was from Asian and that is the reason by which he practiced Taekwondo.

One day in the school bus Cristal couldn´t find a place where sitting down and she felt as all of the students began to talk about her. Terry saw Cristal, he was tired of seeing that she stayed standing up and seeing that they would disturb her, he said Cristal: “sit down here close to me “. Since that moment Terry and Cristal started to share their seat for going and returning to their school every day. They took some classes together but never talked. Terry realized when Cristal quietly began to read his comics, when he was reading them in the bus.

Cristal felt Terry waited for her to finish the reading to continue next page, ashamed, I didn't know how to react. One day, astonished, Terry gave her his comics. Time later, when Cristal finished a comic, Terry gave him another. Nevertheless, they didn't even speak. One day Terry took courage and talked to her. When heart it, Cristal smiled and when she did it, Terry felt that his world disappeared, felt that something broke inside of him. Her smile was beautiful, and then began a beautiful friendship or maybe it was something else. Whenever they talked and shared more time together and knew each other, they felt that they were different but at the same time they fit. With the time, they got many things in common. When they looked at their eyes they felt many special things. Terry did not care about Cristal’s behaviour. He loved her; He just wanted to protect her and love her forever. Cristal loved the way in which Terry was, she felt that he was for her and they felt really well for going together to the school, but she was afraid to fall in love and he knew the way in which she lived, the problems of her family. She was afraid of losing him because she was not like the other girls. One day they went to school and Terry could not stand up and took the Cristal’s hand, they were trembling and her cheeks got red but it was until Cristal returned the handshake. They knew that after that gesture they would be not more friends. They fall in love, as the first shy love or those that take you by surprise. The days passed, Cristal and Terry showed more their relationship. Terry went with Cristal to her locker, to the door of her classes, they walked holding hands down the hall and they gave small kisses, Terry tried to hit those who insulted  Cristal but she didn’t let him.  Cristal told him each day more of her secrets, his family and his horrible life although it was not easy for her, she was afraid of losing him but for the happiness of Cristal he followed with her. The problems at the home of Cristal were frequently; his stepfather came home drunk and hit her mother.

One year later they continue with their relationship but nobody in their families knew it. When they were separated for any reason, she missed him as he to her, they interchanged their comics and Terry sometimes gave her his music. One day Cristal went to her home without realized that her stepfather was at home and he heart the cries and sobs of her mother.  So she called the police from her neighbour’s House when she was leaving her mother said  her that her stepfather knew about her relationship with Terry and she has to leave because he didn’t like it. At that time, his stepfather came out and saw to Cristal and she ran away. Suddenly she was in front of the house of Terry. It was night and if she would wake up him or go far away where his stepfather could not find her. But she knew Terry would help her. She went to the back yard and knocked at his room’s window, he saw Cristal. Cristal told him everything happened and explain the plan she had in mind. She would go to the House of his uncle’s house outside of the city she knew in that house his stepfather couldn’t do anything against her and knew that his uncle would receive her in his House, Terry with pain accepted her plan but he knew that he would not see her again. After a long truck way they arrived to the home of Cristal's uncle, they did not know how to say goodbye, so both just said good-bye, without a kiss on the lips, a simple and dry goodbye.

Many days passed, Terry was sad, he decided to send letters and called but Cristal never returned her letters or phone calls. Whenever Terry walked on the streets and saw girls with red hair, he remembered Cristal but it was always part of his imagination, he would never have any girl who had such beautiful hair as Cristal did. Cristal always received his letters, but never opened them and she didn’t answer them, she just kept them carefully in a box and sometimes pulled them, placing them on his bed and look at the envelopes for hours, Cristal tried to send him letters but she never knew how and what to write, she wrinkled the sheets of paper he holt them and throw them into the trashcan. Terry didn’t take the school bus again, he asked to her mother to pick him up to the school, he walked and lean back on his bed, he looked at the ceiling. Every day was in that way looked at the ceiling and thought in Cristal. It was a month ago since he had stopped sending her letters and made phone calls, he knew he would not get anything from her, when he was watching the ceiling his father came in and said: "You have received a card," and he threw it to Terry’s bed, Terry took the letter and read the name on the paper, with perfect penmanship. He opened it and inside he read two words that appeared on the sheet of paper: "I love you".

…SO, GIVE YOURSELF TIME TO MEET THOSE WHO ARE AROUND YOU, DO NOT LET THEM GO BECAUSE YOUR FIRST IMPRESSIONS.  LOVE IS NOT EASY OR PERFECT, WE SHOULD RISK TO FEEL AND LIVE NEXT TO THAT PERSON THAT WE MAKE  TO FEEL SPECIAL, DIFFERENT AND UNIQUE, THAT INNOCENCE AND LOVE STILL EXIST IN THE SAME PLANET AND  EXTRAVAGANCES ARE NOT NECESSARY IF YOU OFFER SMALL AND SWEET DETAILS, ENOUGH TO STEAL HIS OR HER HEART…

Diana Puerto

                                     THE LAST BIRTHDAY

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She woke up a Little happy, the Young girl knew that her mother was there in this room, where they shared the stories of each day and at the same time they let to fly their imagination. They shared so much time and the relationship between mother and daughter become a beauty and incredible friendship every day start to be stronger with large dose of love. A bored and sad day came full of the home monotony. The family organized a trip to finish with the routine, parks and pedestrian areas seemed to make effect in them. Suddenly, it disappeared every routine engendered in the home environment. Soon the sun started to appear in the horizon and the rays showed it was 6 o’clock, the girl slided herself on her blanked putting her feet on the frozen floor, it was a stimulant to make her woke up… she was ready, to start to the school and learn something new, her mother was finishing to organize herself (impossible, more beautiful) to take her between pedestrian areas to the school’s gates and the mother could take her way to her job. After the school, the girl arrived to the home environment, then she finished her duties, she was sat on the living room with anxiety and wished to see the image of that beauty woman, her mom, she went through the brown doors and immediately ran and jumped to her arms.

Today was not a common day, a cold cover her body, believed it was the result of her mind but this day, something stronger made she started to cry when she knew her mother was so sick and her appearance wasn’t the best. That girl, followed her instinct and took her to the hospital; in there, it was a diagnostic  a mortal sick, after some medical exams; the girl didn’t know with accuracy what was happening, the speculations started to sail in the girl’s mind, until a call put and showed her the reality, at the moment with a directly glance to the horizon line a tear got out from her eyes which finally turn in to weeping… after some days,  uncertainly days and the girl was caught for the worried situation, The fragile and susceptible girls without any hope, expected results; when her mother knew the medical examination results she asked “What is happening to me?” the girl holding a painful look and giving her a hug with all the force that could resist the body of her mother, We arrive later at home, my mother joined all the family and disrupts their dinner, she told them the inevitable truth.Ring ... Ring ... the phone rang, an unexpected call was done, the girl replied, it was the doctor to inform her mother has to begin her chemotherapy, I hoped she recover his strength, the girl thought.  Every day she went with her mother, giving her moral support and great love; we were waiting chemotherapies did effect on her sick, her condition and appearance was recovering their normal form and motor skills. Dawned and her mother had one more year, another year of life, The girl spoiled her  all day because 51 years are not met every day, 51 where she was taught the good behaviors  and values were  rules for the life and humility is a treasure.  Hours passed and they started to celebrate the birthday of her mother and her incidentally improvement with the treatment,  balloons, punch and cake were the nicest things for that mother; she was so much happy that I would paralyze the time to make it never finished, it was pure happiness, the kind of happiness never seen, but that beautiful smile and happiness did not last long ... Cancer came back to counteract the improvement treatment of her mother and that night, she unexpectedly got terribly sick, her body could not resist more and that night full of excitement and adrenaline started to be in our memory, a memory kept with her last smile, her last glance and her last kiss. Her mother had died.

I will miss you, you can be sure about it, there were many good and bad times we lived together ... It's the only song that makes she remembers her mother, the best song to describe the immemorial moments the girl lived next to her, this moments stayed there in an unusual and pure memory, souvenirs friends, confidents and the most important her Mother.

 Andrea  Báez

Pedro Fontalvo

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                  EL ÚLTIMO CUMPLEAÑOS

Se levantó un tanto feliz, la jovencita sabía que su madre estaba allí, en aquella alcoba donde compartían las historias de cada día y a su vez dejar volar su imaginación. Compartían tanto tiempo que la relación madre-hija se incorporó Una bella e inimaginable amistad que, cada día se fortalecía con grandes dosis de amor. Llego un día, un tanto desalentador y aburrido, adicionado con la monotonía que contenía el hogar, emprendieron una salida, una salida con las expectativas de acabar la rutina, los parques y aceras parecía causar efecto en ellas porque de repente desapareció toda rutina que engendro el ambiente hogareño. Pronto el sol comenzaba a verse en el horizonte y los rayos marcaban las 6:00 a.m. la chica deslizo por el edredón colocando así sus pies en el helado piso que fue un estimulante para que despertara por completo... Estaba lista, lista para entrar al colegio y aprender algo nuevo, su madre se terminaba de arreglar (Imposible, más bella no podía) para así llevarla entre aceras a las puertas del colegio y la madre poder emprender su camino a sus horas laborales. Después del colegio, la jovencita llega al ambiente hogareño, luego de terminar sus deberes, se encontraba sentada en la sala de estar con ansias y/o anhelo para ver la imagen de aquella bella mujer, su mamá, atravesar las puertas color marrón y de forma inmediata saltar a sus brazos.

Hoy no era un día común, una escalofrió invadía su cuerpo, la joven creía que solo era un producto de su pensar pero ese día, algo fuera de lo usual rompió el llanto de aquella joven al saber que su madre se encontraba con un porcentaje de salud muy bajo y su apariencia no era la mejor. Aquella chica, se dejó llevar por su instinto y la condujo rápidamente a el hospital; En el establecimiento médico, le diagnosticaron una enfermedad terminal, después de una serie de exámenes; la joven no sabía con certeza que sucedía, las especulaciones comenzaron a navegar en la mente de la joven, hasta que una llamada la puso al tanto de lo sucedido, en ese instante con un mirada fija a la línea del horizonte salió una lagrima de sus ojos que luego se convertiría en llanto ... Pasaron varios días, días en los que la intriga y la angustia se apoderaba de la joven, la joven frágil y susceptible a cualquier esperanza, espera los resultados; Su madre al salir de los exámenes médicos pregunta “¿Qué me sucede?”, la jovencita sostiene una mirada dolorosa y la abraza con toda la fuerza que podría resistir el cuerpo de su madre; al llegar a su casa, la joven agrupa a la familia y les interrumpe la cena, les da la inevitable notica.

Ring … Ring … Sonó el celular, una llamada inesperada, la jovencita contestó, era el doctor del hospital para informarle que la madre comenzaría sus quimioterapias, la esperanza recobraba sus fuerzas. Día a día acompañaba a su madre, dándole apoyo Moral y enriqueciéndola de amor; pasado un tiempo prudente, las quimioterapias hacían efecto en su enfermedad, su estado y apariencia recobraban su normalismo y su capacidad motora. Amaneció y su madre cumplía un año más de vida, la joven la consintió todo el día porque 51 años no se cumplen todos los días, 51 donde le enseño y enseñaron, los valores era una norma más de vida y la humildad como persona era un tesoro valioso; transcurrieron las horas y se le ocurrió celebrar y festejar el cumpleaños de su madre y de paso, su mejoría con el tratamiento, en la celebración los familiares, las bombas, el ponche y el ponqué fueron los actos más agradables para el campo de visión de aquella madre; se notaban tan felices que paralizaría el tiempo para que nunca termine, era una felicidad pura, de esas que casi nunca se ven, pero aquella bella sonrisa y felicidad no duró mucho tiempo ... El Cáncer volvió a contraatacar el proceso mejorativo de la madre y, para esa noche, ella inesperadamente enfermo con tenacidad, su cuerpo no resistió mucho y esa noche llena de emoción y adrenalina iba a quedar en un recuerdo , un recuerdo contenido con la última sonrisa, la última mirada y el último beso. Su madre falleció.

Yo te extrañare tenlo por seguro, fueron tantos buenos y malos momentos que vivimos juntos ... Es la única canción que la hace recordar a su madre, canción que describe mejor los momentos inmemorables que junto a ella la chica paso y que quedan allí en un insólito y puro RECUERDO, recuerdos de amigas, confidentes y lo más importante de Madre.

LUCHA POR VIVIR…

…Esta no es solo una historia contada, también es una historia vivida… Una historia donde la violencia, el poder y la guerra se adueñan de muchas personas.

Por culpa del miedo y no querer enfrentarlo, muchos tuvieron que abandonar sus familias, sus hogares y hasta sus propias vidas.  Esto ocurrió en una vereda llamada por los paramilitares “Sal Si Puedes”, ellos la bautizaron así, ya que de todos los que entraban eran muy pocos los que podían salir por lo menos con vida.

Allí los paramilitares  gobernaban y descargaban su odio, su avaricia pero más que todo la vanagloria encima de muchas personas y entre ellas mi familia.

Estas personas sin nada invadieron nuestras tierras; entraban y salían a mano armada cuando ellos querían, golpeando, ultrajando, humillando, pero más que todo acabando con muchas vidas humanas.  Ellos encontraba y atacaban a muchos campesinos exigiéndoles que desalojaran y dejaran abandonadas sus tierras, aquello por lo que toda la vida habían cultivado y a la vez les pertenecía.

Con nuestra familia lo hicimos salimos corriendo de nuestras tierras por miedo a las masacres que ya habíamos vivido con muchos de nuestros familiares. A quienes los paramilitares mutilaron, quitándoles con una motosierra sus brazos, piernas y hasta la cabeza.

Hacían esto mientras se burlaban de ellos y les gritaban “Nosotros somos la autoridad y la autoridad se obedece”.

Después de vivir entre tanta violencia, casas quemadas, mutilación, torturas…Tomamos lo poco que teníamos de ropa y huimos ¿hacia dónde? No sé pero por culpa de esta violencia me tuve que separar de mis hermanos, de mi padre y hasta de mi madre por un largo tiempo.

Del miedo y el temor que nos  embargaba no sabíamos a donde ir, lo único que queríamos era no llegar a ser víctimas de una masacre como todas estas.  Entonces llegamos a un municipio llamado “Bosconia en el Cesar”. Allí, algunos familiares nos dieron refugio a mi madre y a mis hermanos, sin embargo uno de mis hermanos fue dado a mis tíos para que se lo llevaran  ya que la violencia también pisaba los talones de esta región.

Mi padre se marchó a buscar alguna solución, pero no hayo nada. Por si fuera poco mi hermano mayor  quien estaba prestando el servicio militar cayó en una mina la cual le destrozo gran parte de su cuerpo, apenas le dejo de la cintura para arriba intacto.  Por esta razón el estado dio un dinero a mis padres. Mi padre tomo su parte y se marchó, fue cuando supimos que lo único que le importaba era el dinero. Mis hermanos y yo nunca fueron importantes para él de acuerdo a las historias que cuenta mi mamá, ella dice que mi papá la maltrataba, mis hermanos nunca tuvieron un par de zapatos y que ellos tuvieron que trabajar desde los 8 años porque decía que el estudio era una pérdida de tiempo. Con el dinero que quedo, mi madre construyo  una casa en Valledupar, la cual esta arrendada, allí estuvimos por un año y medio hasta que nos vinimos para Bogotá.

Mi vida no ha sido tan fácil, pero le agradezco a Dios por estar donde estoy, porque he aprendo a valorar   la vida y tantas heridas del pasado han cicatrizado en mi presente. Todos los días le veo sentido a la vida, vivo con mi mamá y uno de mis hermanos, mis otros tres hermanos están casados y tienen un hermoso hogar, donde gracias a Dios pueden brindar a sus hijos lo que en un ayer les hizo tanta falta, no el dinero, sino la felicidad, la paz y un amor de padre.

Angie Vanessa López Ropain

EINER UN APASIONADO POR EL CICLISMO

               Einer a football lover, looking for a dream.

Once upon a time a child named Einer, he liked all about bikes, but he didn't have one, One day his brother gave him a wonderful bike Einer started to go to all the places with his bicycle, but he didn't have a friend who share with him that happiness

In sixth grade, he knew a boy that had similar hobbies, he became his best friend; they were to visit different villages, mountains and other places together.

One day, Einer went to the Village fair, there, there was a bicycles race, Einer didn't doubt in enroll to that race. He pedaled too fast for achieving the goal... and he did it.  His mom was waiting for him and she gave him a big hug, that moment was so perfect!

Einer won the race, and now, he is waiting for his next adventure.

Einer Rubio

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¡Observa el video y crea  tu propia historia de Einer!