A year ago it was raining, not that gentle and quiet manner that relaxes the body and invites you to sit before a large window to watch the passage of the drops in the crystals under cover of a book a fireplace and a hot tea. NO!, Pouring rain with a high dose of bad milk. Fell as much water as rivers, creeks and streams in southern Spain are on strike because of overwork.
The roof of my house with gallons of veteran, left his subordinate Moorish tiles are experts in putting down the dog days of summer Seville, in a way that was the mine, very bad indeed. Thus, came a moment when the rain conquered much, if not all, the domestic territory of my home.
could not do anything, moisture, I snuck into the bones and soul and brought with her discouragement. This is allied with sadness in my heart since installed a few months before I had to say goodbye to that hairy for 14 years was for me, friend, daughter, finally, FRIEND. So my tears mingled with raindrops, and my refuge were the letters, as have been all my life.
Look in the drawers of my past ancient bygone dreams kept in binders labeled as impossible, and fancied the idea of \u200b\u200bthe possible. With much respect dusted off my old pen, shook and I fear my alter ego allied with 40añera to that for 4 years was relegated to reading Internet. There was no treatment, or conditions for the alliance, the two decided she would be who gets the credit and criticism I, the best fit.
The February 9, 2010-armed the ship with great enthusiasm, desire, hope as a compass and set sail on this journey blogger. In principle, ignorance was our most loyal companion, also had stowaways on board, a very modest misspellings fractious rebels and still today when I look at me cause embarrassment. It could eliminate them, but not as do not lose what I felt at that time.
They are fractions of Miryam, that which engulfs 40añera and refuses to leave. Make up part of the essence of a woman 45 years now, my God how old I am!, Dyslexia, confused, dreamy, something lonely and lover of life., although this should undertake to put it difficult at times.
Fui "One More" in this ocean surfer with no charts to guide me, unaware of the stars of the sky by which moved me but some were, are and will be so bright they illuminated my path and guided my journey. Those stars are you, people whose combined letters gave me: poems, stories, opinions, criticisms or personal experiences. Those who have taught me your art, pictures, recipes and songs, in short, many felt so freely shared.
Many have landed in the ports of their lives, but others follow me accompanied on this trip that I hope lasts a long time because it is still fun, engaging, informative and very enjoyable.
So: Are we ?....
think .... yes. Eah take a tea with me!.
Eah! be bad it's more fun
Eah! Being ill is more fun. 
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