AnaMaría.

[Gina Terremoto @ginaterremoto]

Respiro profundo, paren bolas.

Release the Geokraken-Parte 1.

Les voy a contar cómo está lo del fracking, porque ahorita hay mucho en juego. Yo no tengo chulo azul, así que tengan paciencia.

Serán varios hilos porque el tema es largo. Empiezo por la parte básica y civil.

🧵

[Mr PitBull Stories @MrPitbull07]

At seventy-nine, I live alone.

And for the first time in my life, I feel completely at peace.

When people hear that, I notice the look in their eyes. A softness. A kind of pity.

They ask gently:
“Don’t you get lonely?”
“Isn’t the silence hard?”

I always smile.

Because living alone is not the same as being lonely.

My name is Angela. I’m seventy-nine years old, and I live in the same apartment that once overflowed with noise — children running through the hallway, doors slamming, laughter from the kitchen, voices talking over one another at dinner.

I was a wife.
I was a mother.
I was the person who remembered everything.

Appointments.
Birthdays.
Groceries.
Medicines.
The small invisible tasks that quietly hold a family together.

I gave my life to the people I loved, and I do not regret it. But I also carried a tiredness I never spoke about.

Then my husband died.

After that, everyone worried about me.

“You shouldn’t live alone.”
“You need someone to take care of you.”
“You should stay with your children.”

I know those words came from love.

But hidden inside them was another idea:
that a woman my age could not possibly enjoy solitude.
That silence must mean sadness.

At first, even I wondered if something was wrong with me for liking the quiet.

Then one morning, standing by the window with a cup of coffee in my hands, watching strangers hurry through an ordinary gray morning, I realized something that changed me completely:

I had not been abandoned by life.

I had finally been returned to myself.

Now I wake when my body is ready.
I cook what I want.
I rest when I’m tired.
Some days I speak to no one at all — and yet I feel full, not empty.

I read.
I walk.
I watch old films.
I sit with my thoughts without rushing to escape them.

The silence no longer frightens me.

It comforts me.

My children have their own lives now, and that is exactly how it should be. I raised them to become independent adults, not lifelong caretakers of my happiness.

Of course I still feel nostalgia sometimes.
I miss certain voices.
Certain moments.
Certain versions of life that no longer exist.

But nostalgia is not the same thing as regret.

What I feel most now is peace.

The peace of no longer needing to prove anything.
The peace of having spent decades caring for others and finally learning how to care for myself.
The peace of understanding that solitude can be a gift instead of a punishment.

So when people still ask me,
“Angela… doesn’t the night scare you?”

I answer honestly:

No.

Silence is not my enemy.

It is my home.

And here, at last, I feel free.

[David Gamón @davidasesorbm]

El creador Eddie Graf quiso mostrar lo que vive él cuando escucha música. Algo que se llama sinestesia y que permite "ver" la música. Es tremendamente bello.

[AnaMaría. @_anamarialc]

@darosselli Orquideas

[Papa León XIV @Pontifex_es]

Mi pensamiento se dirige a las comunidades eclesiales de Oriente, que celebran la Santa Navidad según el calendario juliano. Queridos hermanos y hermanas, ¡que el Señor Jesús les conceda a ustedes y a sus familias serenidad y paz!

[AnaMaría. @_anamarialc]

Se vende mesa de acero inoxidable de 1mt por 1mt

[Nataly Castelblanco @N_CastelblancoM]

Es común ver por acá videos de personas alimentando animales silvestres.

En este hilo les cuento porqué alimentar fauna silvestre - aunque parece un acto de bondad y conexión con la naturaleza - es perjudicial para los animales y para nosotros mismos.

[AnaMaría. @_anamarialc]

@judicaturacsj Ni "acceso sencillo" ni "fácil" los estados no se pueden ver, deberían hacer la explicación con un despacho real no con eso que ponen "centro de servicios" y publicar estados, no se están viendo.

[AnaMaría. @_anamarialc]

@funkytalkie Siempre hay que. Lo hace el nivel nacional, lo hace el Distrito. Y salen con este espectáculo tan absurdo. Para saber que igual vamos a votar por Francia Marquez.

[AnaMaría. @_anamarialc]

@Valderrama__ Derek.

[AnaMaría. @_anamarialc]

@JessLopera1 El cuaderno del príncipe mestizo y la capa.

[roberto taboada @robertotaboada5]

Son las 5 de la tarde —me dijo Ana casi susurrando.
—¿Cómo sabes? —le pregunté desde la celda de al lado.
—Por la proyección del sol en la pared. Se forma un ángulo, y por trigonometría, mido el seno y el coseno; así lo puedo calcular. Estudio Astronomía.
«Seguimos hablando un

[AnaMaría. @_anamarialc]

El olor a bosque cuando llueve por La Macarena es delicioso ���

[Ernesto Samper Pizano @ernestosamperp]

Algún millennial (joven del siglo XXI), así sea CEO (gerente) de una startup (empresa de plataforma), con importante networking (red de contactos), podría salir de su win-win meeting (reunión de ganadores) y explicarnos muy cool (tranquilo) ¿Por qué carajos no hablan en español?