"Hay que ser fuerte en esta vida," dijo mi tio, quien ha pasado por miles de batallas: soledad, hambre, frio, dormiendo en la calle, comiendo de la basura, y remediando todo con alcohol y drogas--escapando la vida cruel, que al fin de cuentas no espera a nadie. Lo quiero mucho a mi tio, es la definicion de un sobreviviente del sistema, que encarcela a las personas, y de la vida, que se queda en la juventud, aun cuando crees ser adulto maduro. A pesar de todo, aqui estamos y el mundo sigue dando vueltas.
"We must be strong in this life," said my uncle, who has been through many battles: solitude, hunger, cold, sleeping on the street, eating from garbage cans, and curing everything with drugs and alcohol--escaping a cruel life, which waits for no one at the end of the day. I love my uncle, he is the definition of a survivor of the system, which imprisons people, and of life, which remains in our youth, even when you think you're a mature adult. Nonetheless, here we are and life goes on.
A veces me inspiro y me da por escribir, mil gracias por darme la oporunidad de compartir mi corazon.
Sometimes I get inspired and I write, thanks a bunch for giving me the opportunity to share my heart.
