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Mis invitados, por Leonor Henríquez
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Mis invitados, por Leonor Henríquez

read it in English   Cuando tengo invitados en casa, me esfuerzo en ser una buena anfitriona.Es decir, estar atenta a que estén a gusto, de que sus bebidas estén siempre llenas, que la comida sea abundante y deliciosa.En fin, que se sientan como en casa y se vayan de la mía con, “barriga llena y corazón contento”.Yo pensaba que mi vida era bucólica y solitaria, pero de pronto me puse a sacar cuentas y la verdad recibo más visitas de las que yo creía.Mis invitados se presentan de forma espontánea, sin mucho plan y eso lo agradezco. La verdad soy enemiga de planear en exceso, pienso que esa manía de la gente de controlarlo todo, cancela la magia; hay que dejar espacio, para que la magia se manifieste, eso creo.Mis invitados más apreciados tienen la licencia de presentarse cuando quieran y es...
Thoughts, by Leonor Henríquez
Leonor Henríquez

Thoughts, by Leonor Henríquez

leer en español    I accepted the mission with great pleasure, without knowing exactly what it was about.It was a tiny way to give back for everything this good friend does for me.Nowadays people have very strange pets, lizards, spiders and even snakes, but I have a lot of experience taking care of children, dogs and similars, so I thought this would not be a problem.I made a mistake.My friend wrote down the detailed instructions for me. Food and drink hours that, depending on the weather, could vary.When I met them, I was amazed by the delicacy and almost fragility of their beauty.But above all, though mute and still, they were alive.And so I would have to return them.Every morning, I opened the gate of their garden and nervously, I looked at every possible corner where they lived, talkin...
Granizo, por Leonor Henríquez
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Granizo, por Leonor Henríquez

read it in EnglishMe llegó la inspiración para esta tarea el domingo pasado.Disfrutábamos de una espectacular paella en familia, créditos para mi maravillosa consuegra.La tarde esplendorosa, no había ni una nube en el cielo. El sol se sentía en la piel como un lanzallamas; un Albariño, grata conversación, en fin, una tarde de domingo ideal.De repente, una brisa fría, nubarrones y granizo.¡Sí, granizo! Del tamaño de pelotas de golf.Menos mal que ya habíamos comido.Hay un dicho aquí en Calgary que dice que, si no te gusta el clima, espera cinco minutos porque cambiará.El incidente me recordó esta película argentina, Granizo (2022), que vi hace unos meses en Netflix.Una comedia que confieso he visto tres veces, con algunos de mis hermanos y la verdad, cada vez que la veo me río más.Se trata d...
Pensamientos, por Leonor Henríquez
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Pensamientos, por Leonor Henríquez

read it in English   Acepté la misión de muy buen agrado, sin saber exactamente de qué se trataba.Era una pequeñísima manera de retribuir todo lo que esta buena amiga hace por mí.Hoy en día la gente tiene mascotas muy raras, lagartijas, arañas y hasta culebras, pero tengo bastante experiencia cuidando niños, perros y afines, así que pensé que su encargo no sería problema.Me equivoqué.Mi amiga me dejó anotadas las instrucciones con detalles. Horarios de comida y bebida que, dependiendo del estado del tiempo, podían variar.Cuando las conocí me quedé maravillada por la delicadeza y casi fragilidad de su belleza.Pero, sobre todo, aunque mudas y quietas, estaban vivas.Y así mismo tendría que devolverlas.Cada mañana, abría la reja de su jardín y con nerviosismo, me fijaba en todos los rincones p...
Hail, by Leonor Henríquez
Leonor Henríquez

Hail, by Leonor Henríquez

leer en españolThe inspiration for this task came to me last Sunday.We enjoyed a spectacular paella as a family, credits to my wonderful mother-in-law.A splendid afternoon, not a cloud in the sky. The sun felt on the skin like a flamethrower; an Albariño, pleasant conversation, in short, an ideal Sunday afternoon.Suddenly a cold breeze, thunderclouds, and hail.Yes hail! About the size of golf balls.Luckily, we had already eaten.There is a saying here in Calgary that if you don't like the weather, wait five minutes because it will change.The incident reminded me of this Argentinian film, Granizo (Hail) (2022), which I saw a few months ago on Netflix.A comedy that I confess I have seen three times, with some of my brothers and the truth is, the more I see it, the more I laugh.It is about a f...
007, by Leonor Henríquez
Leonor Henríquez

007, by Leonor Henríquez

leer en español Year 1999 was just starting. The chaos of my life was beginning to sort itself out. I had already overcome a health problem, a divorce, which is never pleasant, even if it was friendly, several moves, job changes, etc. This introduction is meant to explain my assignment for this week, which is to relate an event that changed my life. The engineering firm for which I was working, had won a megaproject, in partnership with a Canadian company. I said to myself: "Well Leonor, focus on your work and nothing else". In the Project, there were people of many nationalities, Venezuelans, Norwegians, Indians, French, British. This one in particular, was a tall man, resembling Sean Connery, with an inscrutable accent and expression. I confess that his presence ...
Exit,<br/> by Leonor Henríquez
Leonor Henríquez

Exit,
by Leonor Henríquez

leer en español     In German it is ausgang.I learned this word one day when I got lost in a train station in Frankfurt. I only know apfelstrudel in German.In English it is much easier, exit: salida in Spanish.Today I want to refer to a strange coincidence between the English word exit (from Latin exitus) and another term that, in Spanish and in every language, hangs over us all our lives as a tacit mandate, self-imposed or not.It is an elusive word, sometimes overvalued, confusing, like that verse from the Bitter Truths, "what shines has a place, even it is copper that shines for gold..."A way of living that each one interprets as they feel like it, and which exhibits as many nuances as there are people in the world.Perhaps you already guessed, I mean the word "SUCCESS" (excuse the capita...
Paper boat, by Leonor Henríquez
Leonor Henríquez

Paper boat, by Leonor Henríquez

leer en españolI sat down to rest on a bench facing the river.Around me, families of geese, a peregrine falcon hovering, a beaver chewing on a log, in short, the small miracles of the day.Suddenly, I was surprised by a boat that I had not seen for years: a little paper boat.I looked around to see if the owner was there, maybe a kid, a grandparent, or a hopeless romantic like me, but I didn't see anyone.I continued my walk along the river, following the fragile but resolute little boat with my eyes. An old childhood melody returned to my memory: once upon a time there was a tiny boat….Suddenly this one ran aground on the shore. I wanted to go rescue him, but the current came to his aid.The river became turbulent, and the boat had to navigate through rocks. I thought that would be the end an...
High risk, by Leonor Henríquez
Leonor Henríquez

High risk, by Leonor Henríquez

leer en españolEvery once in a while, I feel the urge to take an excursion that's a little more adventurous than my daily peaceful stroll along the river.A bolder, more challenging tour, with the sole motivation of awakening my spirit, sometimes sleepy.I went alone.At the beginning, the road was wide and radiant, the landscape, splendid.After a while, the path became narrower.At each step, the terrain became more rugged; I was avoiding stones, ice, small precipices. At times I got lost, then got back on track.I finally arrived at a majestic waterfall.I sat down on a big rock to rest and contemplate the path I traveled.I didn't know how much time had passed when I woke up from my lethargy.I retraced my steps reinvigorated, more awake than ever.Yes, I think that from time to time it is neces...
Cosmic Melody, by Leonor Henríquez
Leonor Henríquez

Cosmic Melody, by Leonor Henríquez

For Alba and Santiagoleer en españolThey say that the Universe is silent.Of course, there is no atmosphere and therefore no sound can be transmitted.So far, I understand.Yet it seems that the greatest minds, the best scientists in the world, have collected astronomical data from the most powerful telescopes and space stations and translated it into sounds audible to the human ear.I imagine that this conversion of frequencies, oscillations, gravitational waves and who knows what else, to find these sounds of the cosmos, had to be very complicated.Investigating a bit, in order to write this chronicle, I found a video where it is possible to hear these, rather grunts, made by galaxies, comets and black holes.Truly remarkable.But recently, in my simple and domestic life, without the help of NA...
Mirage, by Leonor Henríquez
Leonor Henríquez

Mirage, by Leonor Henríquez

leer en españolI read once that you reach a certain age when the years go by very quickly, but the days are eternal.I already reached that age.No more charts, no more boring meetings, no more difficult bosses, no more progress reports; no more monthly payments… those, I miss.But I am finally the owner of my precious time and, in my infinite days, full of adventures, I go for walks.My new job is simply to pay attention. They say delight is the reward of paying attention.I went out on my usual route but this time, I noticed something different.The snow had melted, and it was hot. Yes, hot in March.I took off my jacket, scarf, and gloves and noticed an unusual glow at the end of the path.I detected a different vegetation on the horizon.Palm trees? - I said to myself - In Calgary?I swear I did...
Sandbag, by Leonor Henríquez
Leonor Henríquez

Sandbag, by Leonor Henríquez

leer en español   It happened many years ago, at the Tate Gallery in Liverpool, England.I literally tripped over a sack full of what looked like cement or sand.I thought they were doing renovation works, and someone had left a sandbag in the middle of the room. I almost told the guard that the bag in question was unsafe, as it seemed to be a very busy area.But suddenly, I noticed the sandbag was the protagonist of the room. The name of the work was simply that: Sandbag.When I visit a museum, it often happens to me that I tremble before the intimate silence, the sacred territory that occurs between the observer and the artist.In this case, in front of the sandbag, I felt neutral.I sat down on a bench to carefully observe this piece of art.The bench creaked.My mind full of fairies, tried to ...