Today I visited a church, Pentecostals I think, I went to accompany my mother-in-law who visits them frequently, then, she prepared to sing in the choir of an activity that would recreate the birth of the baby Jesus.
It is a first time event in my life, but the truth is that it felt good.

Somehow I feel that we are recovering the Christmas spirit that should never be missing, not because it is a religious theme, but because it is bringing us closer as people.

Christmas is a space at the end of the year that allows us to remind ourselves that we are family, that there are good people, that we should love and help each other, that we should be united...a moment in which we can stop the problems and absorb a lot of peace and tranquility.
Especially for you to write a million poems and feel light in your soul...bring them to me for Hive, I love them.
Ahh, and my favorite poem is by Carilda Oliver : I mess up love, I mess up...but I know Dulce Maria Loinaz is a monster.

I wish you quiet and peaceful days...as long as Yin comes back.

A hug...🌹🌹🌹🌹

El traductor es un matarife...🙃😂