What do we mean by winning? Right now I am not able to answer, what can you expect if not even finish to take in what happened in these last hours. This nebula memories quick and gentle smiles too comfortable, and it take a few days longer to get out of it.
gone But after going back to being a vice to a need, is the last chance to assess those days of story with different eyes.
Perhaps the clearest memory is the peaceful evening in March in which I first spoke with Marisol Lopez, president of the Neighborhood Association of palm groves and the person may ma ; s courage that I had the good fortune to meet in a long time. When I showed my interest in this contest if I said "win." But I'm not winning, not when re-reading my report back to this room the hours spent in tears dodging palm tree outside for a few days I was so own stories with that name yet continue to struggle for their rightsmore basic.
few headlines talking about this award and a minute lost on the idiot box will not return home. That's one of the hardest parts of the journalist (or attempt thereof) when cash is involved in: reality imbue his words is not enough. Solidarity with the weakest, those who survive the fighting circumstances until a miracle, it creates an empathy that becomes frustrating to realize that this work "only & rdquo he gives them a voice, not the root end to the problem. Those who do have that power not to walk throughT hose neighborhoods.
I can only sincerely thank many people. Even those who do puzzles, play with words sometimes lose, and appeared even know they are not sufficient to express the most important things.
Thanks to my family, avid reader of my delusions perpetrators of the paper. To my girls extra-ordinary, because anyone would want support, steadfast cheerleaders at all times. To them and the rest of my face first in Journalism wanting more excited afterall the love I received from them, so happy this morning that reminded me why it is worth continuing thinking impossible.
Thanks to Joni, who, though late, always just reading and enjoying it as my comic, knowing that I appreciate very much your opinion. Tambiéna Natalia, always close despite the mileage.
To all who make up this loony, also known as a residence, which long ago ceased to be companions to go to brothers, especially to Anita for being the perfect hold highs and low , patiently to my complaints and follies, and ManuNo such vole off worldly Edorta for believing in me when I am lost. Arantxa I can not forget, the best guide I could imagine on these roads atzavareños, or Charo, undoubtedly the mother we all want to find our destination.
My thanks to all who pass through my daily life, allowing me to take them a bit, especially those you visit this little corner of the blogosphere and you give him reason to exist. And thank you, this Sunday numb ideas without faith and devotion to recall why everything ends up going well.
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The secret of happiness is not always what you do want, but always want what you do - Leo Tolstoy
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