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https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/khegwhrd
Last year was a roller coaster of emotions of all kinds. I lived to the extreme many times and with each experience, I learned and grew as a human being. I thank life for the new people I met on this platform, like @enmymente and @danielvehe, as well as the new friends I made like @syllem who always has a word of encouragement, a message loaded with good vibes, @osismi for her support at all times and @germanandradeg for always being close.
The other friends of the platform are the same as always, my faithful readers, my support, the ones I've known since 2017, when I took my first steps here. They know who they are.
To all... Total thanks!
El año pasado fue una montaña rusa de emociones de todo tipo. Viví al extremo muchas veces y con cada experiencia, aprendí y crecí como ser humano. Doy gracias a la vida por las nuevas personas que conocí personalmente en esta plataforma, como @enmymente y @danielvehe, así como los nuevos amigos que hice como @syllem quien siempre tiene una palabra de aliento, un mensaje cargado de buena vibra, @osismi por su apoyo en todo momento y @germanandradeg por estar siempre cerca.
Los demás amigos de la plataforma, son los de siempre, mis fieles lectores, mi apoyo, los que conozco desde 2017, cuando di mis primeros pasos acá. Ellos saben quienes son.
A todos... ¡Gracias totales!
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/bnsikplu
Hello people, for me, it is a pleasure to join this wonderful marketing campaign advertising our Hive platform.
What we want is to promote our ecosystem, to be known in every corner of the planet, so that everyone joins and we continue to grow and improve every day.
This campaign started on November 27th and will run until December 22nd, 2023.
On December 5th, you have to be attentive because there will be a publication explaining the distribution of the rewards.
Do you want to know how to participate?
It is very simple...
With your Hive user and your Discord user.
You will enter this link, you will register and if you are already registered, you will confirm your user, so you will be completing the first task.
The tasks are extremely simple, but if you have any doubts, you can ask for guidance to @anomadsoul, who will gladly provide you with the necessary help.
What are you waiting for to join this fantastic campaign and spread the word, talk about Hive, bring new users and keep growing?
I've already joined! Are you up for it?
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Hola gente, para mi es un placer unirme a esta maravillosa campaña de marketing publicitando nuestra plataforma Hive.
Lo que queremos es promocionar nuestro ecosistema, darnos a conocer en todos los rincones del planeta, para que todo el mundo se una y sigamos creciendo y mejorando cada día.
Esta campaña comenzó el 27 de noviembre y durará hasta el 22 de diciembre de 2023.
El 5 de diciembre tienes que estar atento porque habrá una publicación explicando el reparto de las recompensas.
¿Quieres saber cómo participar?
Es muy sencillo...
Con tu usuario de Hive y tu usuario de Discord.
Entrarás en este enlace, te registrarás y si ya estás registrado, confirmarás tu usuario, con lo que estarás completando la primera tarea.
Las tareas son sumamente sencillas, pero si tienes dudas, puedes pedir orientación a @anomadsoul, quien con gusto te brindará la ayuda necesaria.
¿A qué esperas para unirte a esta fantástica campaña y correr la voz, hablar de Hive, traer nuevos usuarios y seguir creciendo?
¡Yo ya me he unido! ¿Te apuntas?
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/uxfbuskf
There are moments that definitely hurt, attitudes from people we never thought would hurt us and in this case, I needed to vent and tell you about my ex-husband's last one. With this that he did to me, it has made me open my eyes and realize how harmful many people are and that I have been surrounded by them because I am a person who does not like to argue, that I prefer to have peace than to be right but this time I reached the limit.
Maybe because so many things have happened to me this year that I think it has helped me to wake up and understand that many people condition the affection they say they have for me, according to their interests.
And I've reached the limit, I've had enough of being so silly, of being silent, of putting up with it so as not to argue. And I know that the result is that now they call me crazy because I exploded and I left work because my boss is the most toxic human being I have ever met, because I have realized who are really those who say they love me and it is not so, but they are interested in getting something from me.
But I feel at peace, I feel calm. I got rid of the emotional garbage, the heavy cross that I wanted to carry myself.
It is healthy to cleanse the soul and get rid of what hurts us.
Thanks to those who accompanied me in this video and listened to me. I needed to talk.
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/yuwrrihglx
I have learned to be alone, I have learned to love my loneliness without fears, without fears, I have learned to love my mistakes, my battles, my fears and my tears.
I have learned to use my solitude as a space for personal growth and not as an excuse to let anyone in, for fear of being alone.
I have learned to discard those people who appear and disappear from my life, leaving me crumbs of what should be something great.
I am taking advantage of my space, loving myself unconditionally, loving myself beautifully starting today... and for the rest of my life....
EspanishHe aprendido a estar sola, he aprendido a amar mi soledad sin miedos, sin temores, he aprendido a amar mis errores, mis batallas, mis miedos y mis lágrimas.
He aprendido a utilizar mi soledad como un espacio de crecimiento personal y no, como una excusa para permitir la entrada a cualquiera, por miedo a estar sola.
He aprendido a descartar a esas personas que aparecen y desaparecen de mi vida, dejándome migajas de lo que debería ser algo grandioso.
Estoy aprovechando mi espacio, queriéndome sin condiciones, amándome bonito a partir de hoy... y para el resto de mi vida...
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/klwdhlzn
I think that there is nothing better than talking things out because keeping them to ourselves only because we only gain from that, feeling bad and I decided that I don't want to keep making my life bitter for others, that's why I come here to let go of this burden.
CONTEXT:
Before I go into context, I tell you that I am in my car waiting in line to fill it up with gas. The line is quite long.
Ok, now I'm getting to the point:
Those who know me and follow me know that my brother and his wife came to live in my house for economic reasons and that's fine, since my house is an inheritance from our parents and although they (my parents) always wanted to put the house in my name because they knew I was the only one who paralyzed her life, her career, all to take care of them, the truth is that I, to avoid future conflicts with my brothers, I asked them not to do it.
The thing is that I know that when they go to live in the house, the situation would become difficult in every way.
I understand them because I imagine that living in a rented house must not be easy, even less so when the finances are going down and down and the income is at zero.
On the other hand, there is my sister and her children who are really excellent young people and keep their mother's (my sister's) house with the lawn well mowed and in perfect condition.
I have asked them several times to help me mow my lawn because I don't have a mower and the trees in my yard were quite tall. One of them, who is in charge of his mother's garden, always gave me excuses to come.
Then I had to hire a gardener who charged me "cheap" to fix the lawn, but he would not leave things the way I asked him to, even if I was installed next to him. There was no way.
The last time the gardener came last December and finally cut the trees, but left the cut trunks in the middle of the garden, claiming he had to leave because he had an emergency.
My nephew came home around that time and saw those full heavy logs there and I asked him if he could help me pick them up because they were so heavy and his answer was that he was very busy, that he didn't have any gas in the mower either and that the chainsaw was half bad. He always made one excuse after another.
December passed and my brother arrived in January with his wife. There my nephew was there to help him with everything. I felt bad because I had asked him to help me.
The worst thing is not that, but I found out from my sister-in-law that my nephew had said that he didn't like to come to my house, because it looked like a house of terror with so many trees and logs cut in the middle of the lawn.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. But there was more...
He also said that he did not understand how it was possible that I had allowed the house to deteriorate so much and that he understood that all the maintenance of such a big house required money but that he did not feel like coming to visit me and that is why he never came, knowing that these are tasks that require the strength of a man and that a woman cannot do them alone unless she is obviously very strong; but now with his uncle here, he was provoked to come and help.
I thought highly of Miguel (my nephew), that's the truth. I thought he was a transparent guy and that he did not talk nonsense, but he fell off the pedestal. It is incredible that he never came to help me, but now that my brother is here, he does. Now he collaborates and spends his time in my house.
So again I opted to open up, to withdraw, to walk away because this hurts, it makes me angry. So mentally I sent them all to hell with no right of return.
This is my catharsis while in line for gas and I've been in line for over two hours now. Finally it started to move and I got my ticket which guarantees that I will be able to get gas today. It is unbelievable how an oil country has to stand in line to get gas that is not produced here, but in other countries. My son always accompanies me, but this time, he deserted.
Returning to the subject, what made me most angry was the fact that he (my nephew) did not tell me what he thought, why not be upfront, honest? Why go and tell someone else?
I have always thought that if you have something bad to say about someone, you should go straight to talk to that person and not create an absurd gossip that causes fractures in any relationship.
Whatever you have to say, say it to me. Let's talk it over and I'll state my reasons or defend myself, but let's discuss it. But why go and tell someone else? It's something between us, it's nobody else's problem.
The other thing that caught my attention is why if my nephew made that confidence to my sister-in-law, why did she tell me?
Suppose someone comes to talk bad about her or anyone else, the first thing I would do is to tell that person: "tell her, don't tell me. She is the one affected, she is the one you have to talk to, that story is not mine and I don't like gossip". But believe me, I would never tell her because I don't like this kind of gossipy situation.
What do you think about this?
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/zetabhnl
The breast cancer is the most common cancer and the most common cause of cancer death in women worldwide. This is why the WHO decreed the month of October, as the pink month and the 19th of the same month, is the International Breast Cancer Day.
As many who know me know, my sister is a survivor of this terrible disease. Twice it has come upon her and twice I have beaten it. It has been a thorny and uphill road, but fortunately she has won the battle both times. This is why I wanted to join the cause I am about to tell you about.
In Venezuela there are non-profit foundations that serve men and women of all ages, especially those of low economic resources, who are attended free of charge, to provide information, guidance and support in an early and preventive manner. One of these foundations is "Senosalud" (breast-health).
SenoSalud has an agreement with a motorcycle club, who are in charge of making an annual route or tour, which has always been called "La Ruta de Lola" (Lola's Route). This name is because in Venezuela, breasts are called "lolas". On this day, all the bikers of Venezuela unite carrying some pink detail, it can be a ribbon, a shirt, balloons, a cap. We did this tour last Sunday, October 16.
The Route
Meeting point is at Urbanization Las Mercedes, in Caracas, where the headquarters of this foundation is located to bring a donation and they stay there for two or three hours, while all the motorcyclists arrive and then they make a route. Every year the route changes, but the meeting point is always at the foundation's headquarters. After the route, they arrive to an open air place where all the bikers gather to share and hang out.
In this final point of the tour, there are food stands, as well as a stand of the Senosalud foundation, so that those bikers who could not be at the meeting point, get here and can contribute with their donation.
There is a motorcycle club called Damas de Acero (Ladies of Steel), which is made up only by women and they sell different items with the motif of the day that is celebrated and the money they make with the sales that day, is also to be donated to the foundation. These same girls invite some cyclists who join every year to the same work and make a tour throughout the city.
As you can see, it is a big machine that works for the foundation. I had a very nice day, met many interesting people, enjoyed good company. The people who work in the foundation are people with a big heart, who love what they do, who seem to have been born to help others.
The motorcyclists who participate in this noble work, are also beings of great human quality that year after year, donate significant amounts of money to this foundation. My day was worth it.
Credits: Photos and videos are my own, taken with my Samsung s20 FE cell phone camera.
The final banner was made with Canva in its free version.
The video effects and music are in the video editor Filmora Wondershare, in its free version.
The translator used is Deepl, in its free version.
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El cáncer de mama es el cáncer más frecuente y la causa más común de muerte por cáncer en mujeres a nivel mundial. Es por esto que la OMS decretó el mes de Octubre, como el mes rosa y el día 19 del mismo mes, es el día Internacional del cáncer de mama.
Como muchos que me conocen, saben que mi hermana es sobreviviente de esta terrible enfermedad. Dos veces se le ha presentado y dos veces la he vencido. Ha sido un camino lleno de espinas y muy cuesta arriba, pero afortunadamente ha ganado la batalla en ambas oportunidades. Es por esto que me quise unir a la causa que voy a contarles.
En Venezuela hay fundaciones sin fines de lucro que atiende a hombres y a mujeres de todas las edades, especialmente a aquellos de bajos recursos económicos, que son atendidos de forma gratuita, para brindarles información, orientación y apoyo de manera temprana y preventiva. Una de estas fundaciones es "SenoSalud" (senos-salud).
SenoSalud tiene un acuerdo con un moto club, quienes se encargan anualmente de hacer una ruta o recorrido, que siempre se ha llamado "La Ruta de Lola". Este nombre es porque en Venezuela, a los senos se les llama "lolas". Este día, todos los moteros de Venezuela se unen portando algún detalle de color rosa, puede ser un lazo, una camisa, globos, una gorra. Este recorrido lo hicimos el pasado domingo 16 de Octubre.
La Ruta
El punto de encuentro es en la Urbanización Las Mercedes, en Caracas, donde está ubicada la sede de esta fundación para llevar una donación y permanecen allí dos o tres horas, mientras llegan todos los motociclistas y luego hacen una ruta. Cada año la ruta cambia, pero siempre el punto de encuentro es en la sede de la fundación. Luego del recorrido, se llega a un lugar al aire libre donde todos los motociclistas se reúnen para compartir y pasar el rato.
En este punto final del recorrido, hay stands de comida, así como también un stand de la fundación SenoSalud, para que aquellos motociclistas que no pudieron estar en el punto de encuentro, lleguen aquí y puedan aportar su donación.
Hay un Moto club llamado Damas de Acero, que está conformado solo por mujeres y ellas allí venden distintos artículos con el motivo del día que se celebra y el dinero que logren con las ventas ese día, también es para ser donado a la fundación. Estas mismas chicas hacen la invitación a unos ciclistas quienes se unen cada año a la misma labor y hacen un recorrido por toda la ciudad.
Como ven, es una maquinaria grande que trabaja en pro de la fundación. Yo pasé un día muy agradable, conocí a muchas personas interesantes, disfruté de buena compañía. Las personas que trabajan en la fundación, son personas con un gran corazón, que aman lo que hacen, que parecen haber nacido para ayudar a los demás.
Los motociclistas que participan en esta noble labor, son también seres de gran calidad humana que año tras año, donan significativas cantidades de dinero a esta fundación. Mi día valió la pena.
Créditos: Las fotografías y los vídeos son de mi propiedad, tomados con la cámara de mi celular Samsung s20 FE.
El banner final, fue hecho con Canva en su versión gratuita.
Los efectos del vídeo y la música están en el editor de video Filmora Wondershare, en su versión gratuita.
El traductor utilizado es Deepl, en su versión gratuita.
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/rxrighry
In this video I want to tell you about an experience I had with my son on two occasions. These experiences made me lose sleep that night, because I started to reflect on the blunder that many single moms make when trying to give stability to our children. We make the mistake of wanting to overprotect them and we don't realize that we are making it difficult for them to develop in the future. With these mistakes we are clipping their wings, we are preventing them from flying, from developing in any area of their lives.
If we love them, if we love our children as we say we do, we will correct these mistakes before it is too late. They deserve a beautiful future, they deserve self-confidence.
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/wudxihgi
Hello my beautiful people!!!
I love this kind of initiatives to contribute our humble knowledge to all new users and not so new but still need to learn. I have been here for four years, I continue to learn every day and I accept constructive criticism. That's why I join this challenge from my friends at @rutablockchain.
The video is in Spanish and for those who only speak English, I translate here what I said in the video.
What are the tips or advice I can give to new users?
First of all, avoid plagiarism. Monetizing or generating profits with other people's content is wrong. Both here on Hive and on all platforms. Don't "copy and paste" a piece of writing you saw on the web and pass it off as your own. Give credit where credit is due. It is preferable that if we don't have anything to write, we don't do it. It is better. I've spent several days without writing because I haven't found my muse and I'd rather be like this than fill my blog and the #hive platform with bad content.
It is very important to be creative, we all have something to contribute and we should try to make our content good and improve every day.
Don't be one of those people who, because they don't get a good vote at the beginning, throw in the towel and give up publishing. No, no and no. This is an ant's work, of constancy and dedication. In hive we have a wide range of possibilities to publish whatever we want, without limits because there is a community, a niche for each vocation. There are from mechanics, remodeling, food, desserts, travel, pets, cars, movies, TV series, books, makeup, poems, drawing, recycling, medicine, health to communities to vent and talk about what is hurting us and there we do catharsis.
If today you don't get the support you expect, don't let that stop you. Go on and do it because you like it and the time will come when, out of so many doors that have been closed to you, there is one that will open for you and welcome you with open arms.
This is important spelling, writing and presentation of your publications. Attractive images, ordered and well presented content. Remember that your blog is your letter of introduction to hive. If the images are your own, say: "Own pictures taken with my camera X, or with my cell phone X"; if the images are taken from the web, place a link with the source below each image. But as long as they are royalty-free. On Unsplash, Pixabay, PxHere and others, there are thousands of images for every taste and need.
These for me and from my point of view are the main tips I can offer you. What I can tell you is that in me you have a friend, count on me for whatever you need here or by discord. I know how difficult is the beginning and for that reason, I extend my hand unconditionally.
Thank you for listening to me, for seeing me and for reading me.
Your always friend,
Credits:
The video was made with my Samsung S20 EFE cell phone camera.
The editing was done with the free version of Filmora Go.
The lyrics of the titles were made with the free program Cooltext.com.
My signature banner was made with the free version of Canva.
Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)
Hola mi gente hermosa!!!
Me encantan este tipo de iniciativas para aportar nuestros humildes conocimientos para todos los nuevos usuarios y los no tan nuevos pero que aún necesitan aprender. Yo con cuatro años acá, continúo aprendiendo todos los días y acepto las críticas constructivas. Por eso me uno a este reto de mis amigos de @rutablockchain.
El vídeo está hecho en español y para quienes solo hablan inglés, les traduzco acá lo que dije en el vídeo.
¿Cuáles son los tips o consejos que puedo darle a los nuevos usuarios?
En primer lugar, eviten el plagio. Eso de monetizar o generar ganancias con contenido ajeno, está mal. Tanto aquí en Hive, como en todas las plataformas. No hagas "copia y pega" de un escrito que viste por la web y lo hagas pasar como tuyo. Demos el crédito a quien lo merece. Es preferible que si no tenemos nada que escribir, no lo hagamos. Es mejor. Yo he pasado varios días sin escribir porque no he conseguido mi musa y prefiero estar así a llenar de mal contenido mi blog y la plataforma #hive.
Es muy importante ser creativos, todos tenemos algo que aportar y debemos tratar de que nuestro contenido sea bueno e ir mejorando cada día.
No sean de las personas que porque no reciben un buen voto al principio, arrojan la toalla y desisten de publicar. No, no y no. Este es un trabajo de hormiguita, de constancia y dedicación. En hive contamos con un gran abanico de posibilidades para publicar lo que queramos, sin límites porque hay una comunidad, un nicho para cada vocación. Los hay desde mecánica, remodelación, comida, postres, viajes, mascotas, automóviles, cine, series de tv, libros, maquillaje, poemas, dibujo, reciclaje, medicina, salud hasta comunidades para desahogarnos y hablar de aquello que nos esté doliendo y por allí hacemos catarsis.
Si hoy no recibes el apoyo que esperas, que eso no te detenga. Sigue y hazlo porque te gusta y ya llegará el momento que de tantas puertas que se te cerraron, hay una que se abrirá para ti y te recibirá con los brazos abiertos.
Esto es importante la ortografía, la redacción y la presentación de tus publicaciones. Imágenes atractivas, contenido ordenado y bien presentado. Recuerda que tu blog es tu carta de presentación a hive. Si las imágenes son propias, dilo: "Fotografías propias tomadas con mi cámara X, o con mi celular X"; si las imágenes son tomadas de la web, coloca un enlace con la fuente debajo de cada imagen. Pero siempre que sean libres de derechos de autor. En Unsplash, en Pixabay, PxHere y otras, hay miles de imágenes para cada gusto y necesidad.
Estos para mí y desde mi punto de vista son los principales consejos que puedo ofrecerles. Lo que si les digo es que en mí tienen una amiga, cuenten conmigo para lo que necesiten por aquí o por discord. Sé lo difícil que es el comienzo y por eso, tiendo mi mano de manera incondicional.
Gracias por escucharme, por verme y por leerme.
Su siempre amiga,
Créditos:
El vídeo fue hecho con la cámara de mi celular Samsung S20 EFE.
La edición del mismo fue hecha con el programa Filmora Go en su versión gratuita.
Las letras de los títulos fueron hechas con el programa gratuito Cooltext.com.
El banner de mi firma fue hecho con el programa Canva en su versión gratuita.
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/ppqiopsv
Hola compañeros de esta hermosa comunidad que nos permite desahogarnos y hablar de esas cosas que a veces no tenemos con quien hacerlo, por muchas razones.
Muchos de ustedes que me conocen, saben cómo ha sido mi relación con mi ex esposo y padre de mi hijo y quizás me hayan tildado de "permisiva". Y es cierto, pero ya llegué a mi límite.
En el vídeo les cuento a detalle cual fue el detonante de mi decisión definitiva.
Yo le había rentado un depósito para que pudiese tener sus materiales y equipos de trabajo (él trabaja en el ramo de la remodelación).
Hello fellow members of this beautiful community that allows us to unburden ourselves and talk about those things that sometimes we have no one to talk to, for many reasons.
Many of you who know me, know how my relationship with my ex-husband and father of my son has been and perhaps you have labeled me as "permissive". And it is true, but I have reached my limit.
In the video I tell you in detail what was the trigger for my final decision.
I had rented him a storage room so he could have his materials and work equipment (he works in the remodeling industry).
También en el vídeo les dije que les mostraría las fotos de las condiciones en las que dejó ese espacio que fungía como depósito.
A parte de que no me pagó los últimos tres meses porque "no tenía dinero", no se molestó en cuidar dicho lugar. Y no es que no lo cuidó, es que lo destrozó., haciendo muy difícil para mi, el volverlo a dejar como estaba para poder alquilarlo de nuevo.
Esto trajo como consecuencia que mi hijo, que no es ningún tonto, porque sabe quién es su papá, pues pese a que siempre he tratado de rescatar a su papá delante de sus ojos, le hablo bien de él, el propio padre se encarga de echar a la basura todo eso con su comportamiento.
Él no es un mal hombre, no. De hecho estoy muy agradecida porque me ayudó al 1000000% cuando mi madre enfermó; me ayudaba a cargarla, montarla en la silla de ruedas, llevarla a sus diálisis y a veces, hasta asearla.
Antes de continuar, quiero que vean las fotos de cómo me dejó el depósito.
Also in the video I told them that I would show them the photos of the conditions in which he left that space that served as a warehouse.
Besides the fact that he did not pay me for the last three months because he "had no money", he did not bother to take care of the place. And it's not that he didn't take care of it, it's that he trashed it, making it very difficult for me to put it back the way it was so I could rent it again.
As a consequence, my son, who is no fool, because he knows who his father is, even though I have always tried to rescue his father in front of his eyes, I speak well of him, his father himself is in charge of throwing all that away with his behavior.
He is not a bad man, no. In fact I am very grateful because he helped me 1000000% when my mother got sick; he would help me carry her, put her in the wheelchair, take her to her dialysis and sometimes even clean her up.
Before I go any further, I want you to see the pictures of how it left my tank.
Rompió el espejo del baño, reventó una tubería, rompió los vidrios de las ventanas, aparte de que no los limpió nunca, arrancó el toma corriente, destrozó los escalones... es tanto el desastre, que cuando lo vi, me dieron ganas de llorar.
Y como es "un amigo" no le cobré dinero de depósito para cuidarme las espaldas. Mi hijo al ver todo esto, lo llamó y le pidió que no volviese a visitarlo, que ya él se cansó de esperar un paseo a la playa con él, una ida al cine o simplemente a un parque, donde no tiene que gastar nada.
Que simplemente él no suma nada positivo a su vida porque tampoco ayuda con la manutención del niño.
He broke the bathroom mirror, burst a pipe, broke the window panes, never cleaned them, ripped out the electrical outlet, smashed the steps... it's such a mess that when I saw it, I felt like crying.
And since he is "a friend" I didn't charge him any deposit money to watch my back. My son seeing all this, called him and asked him not to visit him again, that he got tired of waiting for a walk to the beach with him, a trip to the movies or just to a park, where he doesn't have to spend anything.
That he simply doesn't add anything positive to her life because he doesn't help with child support either.
Todo esto ocurrió ayer, cuando mi hijo le dijo todo eso. Luego lloró y despotricó en contra de su papá.
Esta madrugada se levantó sintiéndose mal y vomitó como nunca lo había hecho. Luego le dio fiebre y continúa enfermo. Simplemente botó todo lo que le estaba haciendo daño, se desahogó y dijo todo lo que se había guardado por tanto tiempo.
Luego su papá me llamó para saber cómo estaba Gabriel. Luego de haberle dicho cómo estaba y lo que había pasado, le dije que no volviese a casa para nada. Que yo le agradecí todo lo que él hizo por mi mamá, pero que esa deuda estaba más que saldada y que como él no era una buena influencia para mi hijo, debía respetar ese deseo.
Me dijo que yo debía poner límites, que no podía permitir que Gabriel decidiera eso. Yo le respondí que eso era exactamente lo que yo estaba haciendo: poniéndole límites a él, que ya había sido suficiente.
This all happened yesterday, when my son told him all that. He then cried and ranting against his dad.
Early this morning he woke up feeling sick and vomited like he never did before. Then he got a fever and is still sick. He just threw out everything that was hurting him, let it all out and said everything he had been holding in for so long.
Then his dad called me to see how Gabriel was doing. After I told him how I was and what had happened, I told him not to come home at all. That I thanked him for everything he did for my mom, but that debt was more than paid off and that since he was not a good influence on my son, I should respect that wish.
He told me that I should set boundaries, that I could not allow Gabriel to decide that. I replied that that was exactly what I was doing: setting limits for him, that I had had enough.
Me duele porque no es el tipo de vida que planifiqué. Cuando me casé, pensaba que sería para siempre, pero no fue así. Sin embargo, pensé que sería un buen padre, pero eso tampoco se lo pude dar a mi hijo.
Pero no quiero que mi hijo crezca pensando que soy una boba que se deja manipular y que no sabe decir que no. Eso puede causarle un rencor inconsciente hacia mi.
Por ahora, mi hijo sigue enfermo. Hace unos instantes se despertó para ir a vomitar de nuevo 😞.
Sé que esto va a pasar. Él está drenando todo lo que acumuló cada vez que su papá lo dejó plantado para salir con alguna mujer o simplemente porque tomó tanto la noche anterior, que ese día no se pudo parar y no se acordó de avisarle al chiquito que no iría.
Soltó cada mal momento, cada regaño injusto, cada falta de su papá y cuando se liberan estas cargas, las personas usualmente se enferman porque bajan tanto las defensas que uno se debilita. Pero esto solamente es el impulso que necesitábamos para continuar solos.
Doy las gracias a Dios por tener el hijo que tengo, tan maduro para su corta edad, tan analítico y tan paciente. Y doy las gracias a #catarsis por la oportunidad que nos regala al desahogarnos.
De mi corazón al tuyo, gracias!
Tu siempre amiga,
It hurts because it's not the kind of life I planned. When I got married, I thought it would be forever, but it was not. However, I thought I would be a good father, but I couldn't give that to my son either.
But I don't want my son to grow up thinking I'm a sucker who lets himself be manipulated and doesn't know how to say no. That might cause him to unconsciously resent me.
For now, my son is still sick. A few moments ago he woke up to go vomit again 😞.
I know this is going to happen. He is draining everything he accumulated every time his dad stood him up to go out with some woman or just because he drank so much the night before, that he couldn't stop that day and didn't remember to let the little guy know he wasn't going.
He let go of every bad moment, every unfair scolding, every fault of his father and when these burdens are released, people usually get sick because they lower their defenses so much that one becomes weak. But this is just the push we needed to continue on our own.
I thank God for having the son I have, so mature for his young age, so analytical and so patient. And I thank #catarsis for the opportunity it gives us to vent.
From my heart to yours, thank you!
Your friend always,
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/tcdnploy
En boca cerrada, no entran moscas".
Refrán popular.
Hola!! Espero que estén muy bien. Yo por acá, pasé a dejarles una pequeña reflexión.
Quienes me conocen, saben que me gusta analizar distintas situaciones desde muchos puntos de vista y sacar mis propias conclusiones.
En esta oportunidad quiero reflexionar acerca de los comentarios.
Mi mamá siempre pensaba que si no teníamos nada bueno que decir de alguien, era mejor quedarse callado. Y yo estoy de acuerdo y siempre he pensado así.
Muchas personas tienen que decirle a otras cómo las ven. Si las ven más delgadas, se lo dicen y hasta insinúan que están enfermas. Y si las ven gordas, también se lo dicen.
Mi pregunta es: ¿Por qué? ¿Acaso crees que esa persona no tiene espejos en su casa, que no sabe cómo se ve? Y peor aún, que no se sienta a gusto con su consigo misma, que quizás pueda estar librando una batalla contra alguna enfermedad?
¿Entonces es sano venir a echar sal en la herida, como dicen? ¿Qué necesidad tenemos de criticar, de hacer leña del árbol caído? ¿Por qué razón no cerramos la boca o nos mordemos la lengua antes de soltar comentarios que además de ser obvios para todos, puede doler al receptor?
Me pasó el sábado pasado que fui a una reunión con amigos que hacía mucho que no veía. Uno de ellos al verme, lo primero que dijo fue:
"Oye Ali, estás gordita".
O sea, hello... "Yo sé cómo estoy", le contesté. "Yo tengo espejos en mi casa". Su comentario me dolió, porque yo sé que estoy gordita, que ya no soy la misma flaca de hace unos meses y todo porque estoy pasando por problemas de salud que no tengo por qué estar contándoselo a todo el mundo. No me gusta cómo me veo y me siento mal, pero lamentablemente no puedo hacer nada por los momentos, es lo que me tocó y tengo que vivir con esto hasta que pueda tratarme con medicación.
Entonces, cuando nos encontremos con alguien que hace rato no vemos, en vez de enfocarnos en lo negativo, podríamos decir por ejemplo:
"Oye que lindo está tu cabello, qué cartera tan linda, me encantan tus zapatos, hueles rico..."
Dios mío, hay tantas cosas buenas para decir y si no encuentras ninguna cosa buena para decirle, entonces no digas nada!. Así de simple. Aprendamos a cerrar la boca, a ser discretos y sobre todo, empáticos. Aprendamos a construir, no a destruir. No tratemos de sobresalir entre los demás, haciendo comentarios soeces, discriminatorios, o de cualquier índole negativa.
Es lo mismo que le está pasando a mi hijo en el colegio. Un niño nuevo, llamándole cabello de alambre, pelo malo, pelo de cotufa y qué se yo cuántos motes más, solo porque mi hijo tiene el cabello ensortijado. ¿Y? ¿Qué tiene cómo tenga su cabello? ¿Y acaso mi hijo no lo sabe? A mí siempre me han gustado sus rulos y hasta ahora a él no le importaba.
¿Se han dado cuenta que generalmente las personas criticonas están llenas de defectos visibles? Que se sienten bien haciendo sentir mal a los demás con comentarios supuestamente divertidos, burlándose o haciendo que los demás noten lo obvio y te miren como si fueras una rareza de circo, y que en el fondo, dichos comentarios están llenos de veneno?
Hay quienes, por otra parte lo hacen sin pensar, porque no tienen filtro y dicen lo primero que se les viene a la mente. Eso también está mal, porque no somos niños, somos adultos con criterio y capacidad de raciocinio.
No le tiren su basura emocional a otros. Seamos empáticos, amables y cuando nada de esto nos nazca, hagámonos a un lado, alejémonos antes de hacer sentir mal a alguien y mantengamos nuestra boca cerrada.
Esta publicación es 100% contenido original, propiedad de @purrix.
Las imágenes son propias, tomadas con la cámara de mi Xiaomi Redmi Note 8.
El marco para el collage de fotos, fue hecho con PhotoScape, programa de edición gratuito.
Los separadores de párrafos y el banner, fueron hechos con Canva, en su versión gratuita.
La traducción español/inglés fue hecha con el traductor Deepl, en su versión gratuita.
English
"No flies can enter into a closed mouth"
Popular proverb.
Hello, I hope you are doing well. I'm here to leave you a little reflection.
Those who know me, know that I like to analyze different situations from many points of view and draw my own conclusions.
This time I want to reflect on the comments.
My mom always thought that if we had nothing good to say about someone, it was better to keep quiet. And I agree and have always thought that way.
Many people have to tell others how they see them. If they see them as thinner, they tell them so and even imply that they are sick. And if they see them as fat, they tell them that too.
My question is: Why, do you think that person doesn't have mirrors in their house, that they don't know how they look? And worse, that she doesn't feel comfortable with herself, that maybe she is fighting a battle against some disease?
So is it healthy to come to rub salt in the wound, as they say? What need do we have to criticize, to make firewood of the fallen tree? Why don't we close our mouths or bite our tongues before making comments that, besides being obvious to everyone, can hurt the receiver?
It happened to me last Saturday when I went to a meeting with friends I had not seen for a long time. One of them upon seeing me, the first thing he said was:
->"Hey Ali, you're chubby".
I mean, hello... "I know how I look," I replied. "I have mirrors in my house". Her comment hurt me, because I know I'm chubby, that I'm not the same skinny girl I was a few months ago, and all because I'm going through health problems that I don't have to tell everyone about. I don't like the way I look and I feel bad, but unfortunately I can't do anything at the moment, it's what I have to live with until I can treat myself with medication.
So, when we meet someone we haven't seen for a while, instead of focusing on the negative, we could say for example:
"Hey how nice your hair looks, what a cute purse, I love your shoes, you smell yummy...".
My goodness, there are so many nice things to say and if you can't find any nice things to say to her, then don't say anything!. It's as simple as that. Let's learn to keep our mouths shut, to be discreet and above all, empathetic. Let's learn to build, not destroy. Let's not try to stand out among the others, making rude, discriminatory or any other negative comments.
This is the same thing that is happening to my son at school. A new kid, calling him wire hair, bad hair, coffin hair and I don't know how many other nicknames, just because my son has kinky hair. So? What's wrong with his hair? And doesn't my son know that? I have always liked his curls and until now he didn't care.
Have you ever noticed that generally judgmental people are full of visible flaws? That they feel good about making others feel bad with supposedly funny comments, making fun or making others notice the obvious and look at you as if you were a circus freak, and that deep down, such comments are full of venom?
There are those who, on the other hand do it without thinking, because they have no filter and say the first thing that comes to mind. That is also wrong, because we are not children, we are adults with criteria and reasoning capacity.
Do not throw your emotional garbage to others. Let's be empathetic, kind and when none of this comes to us, let's step aside, walk away before making someone feel bad and keep our mouths shut.
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The images are my own, taken with the camera of my Xiaomi Redmi Note 8.
The frame for the photo collage was made with PhotoScape, a free editing program.
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The Spanish/English translation was made with Deepl translator, in its free version.
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/udyzgkpp
Before telling you about our experience last Saturday, I would like to introduce myself to you, as this is the first time I am posting in this community.
My name is Alicia and I am Venezuelan. I am a publicist, divorced and mother of an 11 year old pre-teen. I love writing, reading and watching crime movies, thrillers and romantic comedies. I don't like science fiction or violent murder movies or that kind of stuff.
This past Saturday my son and I went to walk around downtown Caracas, because I had already been told how beautiful and changed it was.
I say it has changed because until recently, the center of Caracas was a place of thugs, drunks and people of bad life. You could only visit this part of the city during daylight hours. After 1700 hours, it was no longer safe to walk around those parts.
But for some time now, the Mayor's Office corresponding to this sector of the city has been in charge of recovering all these spaces, giving them a beautiful aspect and also full of security.
And my son and I, who go out very little since the pandemic began, sometimes feel suffocated by the confinement, we look for an escape route in which we do not spend a lot of money, we serve to release tension and stress and also walk, eat some tasty dessert, and then return to the warmth of our home.
We decided to leave home at about 1730 hours. The trip from our house to the downtown area took us about 25 minutes. We arrived and parked quickly. There were actually quite a few people around.
Everything was beautifully illuminated by colorful lights, there was a very positive energy of joy. You could see everything from children running around the square, to young couples holding hands, to people dancing.
Others were chatting while having a cup of coffee at the various food stands set up there.
After walking around for a while, we sat down and ordered a coffee and a Venezuelan Creole sweet called "Golfeado".
If you haven't tried it, it is delicious. I don't really know how to make it (although I will find out the recipe to try to make it). The golfeado is usually eaten with guayanés cheese or also with queso de mano. The combination of sweetness and cheese creates an explosion of delicious flavors in the mouth.
After walking around a bit, we sat down and ordered a coffee and a Venezuelan Creole sweet called "Golfeado".
Then we took pictures and made two videos. One my son and the other one me. And ready to go back home, at 1930 hours or so, we came home, rested, relaxed and happy.
It was worth it.
Thank you for joining me in our adventure.
Antes de contarles nuestra experiencia del sábado pasado, me presento ante ustedes, ya que es la primera vez que publico en esta comunidad.
Mi nombre es Alicia y soy venezolana. Soy publicista, divorciada y madre de un pre-adolescente de 11 años. Me encanta escribir, leer y ver películas policíacas, de suspenso y comedias románticas. No me gusta la ciencia ficción ni tampoco películas violentas de asesinatos ni ese tipo de cosas.
Este sábado pasado mi hijo y yo fuimos a caminar por el centro de Caracas, porque ya me habían dicho lo bonito y cambiado que estaba.
Digo que ha cambiado porque hasta hace poco, el centro de Caracas era un lugar de maleantes, borrachos y gente de mala vida. Sólo se podía visitar esta parte de la ciudad durante el día. Después de las 17:00 horas, ya no era seguro caminar por esas partes.
Pero desde hace un tiempo, la Alcaldía correspondiente a este sector de la ciudad se ha encargado de recuperar todos estos espacios, dándoles un aspecto bonito y también lleno de seguridad.
Y mi hijo y yo, que salimos muy poco desde que empezó la pandemia, a veces nos sentimos asfixiados por el encierro, buscamos una vía de escape en la que no nos gastamos mucho dinero, nos sirve para liberar tensiones y estrés y también para pasear, comer algún rico postre, y luego volver al calor de nuestro hogar.
Decidimos salir de casa sobre las 17.30 horas. El viaje desde nuestra casa hasta el centro nos llevó unos 25 minutos. Llegamos y aparcamos rápidamente. La verdad es que había bastante gente por allí.
Todo estaba bellamente iluminado por luces de colores, había una energía muy positiva de alegría. Se podía ver de todo, desde niños corriendo por la plaza, pasando por parejas jóvenes cogidas de la mano, hasta gente bailando.
Otros charlaban mientras tomaban una taza de café en los diversos puestos de comida instalados allí.
Después de pasear un poco, nos sentamos y pedimos un café y un dulce criollo venezolano llamado "Golfeado".
Si no lo has probado, te cuento que es delicioso. No sé muy bien cómo se hace (aunque ya averiguaré la receta para intentar hacerlo). El golfeado se come generalmente con queso guayanés o también con queso de mano. La combinación de lo dulce con el queso crea una explosión de deliciosos sabores en la boca.
Después de pasear un poco, nos sentamos y pedimos un café y un dulce criollo venezolano llamado "Golfeado".
Luego hicimos fotos y dos vídeos. Uno mi hijo y el otro yo. Y listos para volver a casa, a las 1930 horas más o menos, llegamos a casa, descansados, relajados y felices.
Valió la pena.
Gracias por acompañarme en nuestra aventura.
▶️ 3Speak
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/aztyyrhr
ESPAÑOL Hola a todos, espero que estén muy bien. Aquí llegué yo casi casi en la recta final para unirme a esta fantástica iniciativa del equipo de @aliento, de la mano con @escuadron201, que trata de que cada uno de nosotros pueda compartir su experiencia dentro de Hive, quién nos trajo, cómo hicimos para unirnos, qué hicieron para convencernos y cuáles han sido nuestras expectativas y experiencias durante este trayecto en esta plataforma.
¿¡Cómo no unirme a esta iniciativa, si hay tanto que contar, tanto que decir y tanto que agradecer!?
Mis primeros pasos
Me inicié en Steemit en enero 2018 y mi usuario era @lichy, pero algún malintencionado me vulneró mi cuenta y la perdí. Finalmente en marzo del mismo año logré abrir esta cuenta con la que les escribo.
Mi tía @surika fue quien me invitó porque yo escribo. Desde niña me gustaba escribir novelas románticas para posteriormente plasmarlas a caricaturas. Mis fieles lectoras eran mis mejores amigas. Ella me dijo que esta sería una buena oportunidad para escribir porque además recompensaban por ello.
"Suena interesante" - pensé y me inscribí.
Mis primeros pasos fueron un desastre. No tenía idea de cómo maquetar una publicación y mi tía tampoco me lo explicó. Desconocía el Markdown y el HTML. Afortunadamente vi algunos tutoriales y poco a poco fui mejorando. Mi presentación a la comunidad fue casi invisible.
Luego mi tía me dijo que descargara Discord para que colgase mis publicaciones en los distintos servidores a ver qué tal me iba.
Fue entonces cuando me conseguí con el servidor Engranaje y conocí a @fermionico. Eso fue una bendición para mí, porque él fue la primera persona que creyó en mi, que me tendió la mano y me invitó a ser moderadora de su servidor.
Yo estaba aterrada... ¿Hablar por micrófono, que todos me escuchen y ayudar a otros? ¡Qué nervios! Pero él creyó en mi y me animó. Gracias a Dios el equipo de trabajo que tenía, eran unas bellas personas que me apoyaron en todo momento.
Todo sucedió muy rápido. De repente era moderadora en varios servidores haciendo trabajos de curación en vivo, ayudando a los nuevos usuarios a mejorar sus presentaciones.
Éramos un grupo de trabajo bien unido. Trabajábamos juntos en todos esos servidores y nos divertíamos mucho.
Cuando ocurrió la bifurcación a Hive, ellos siguieron otros rumbos y yo sí quise quedarme porque quería conocer esto de las comunidades que se estaban creando.
Pertenecer a Hive me cambió la vida. Aquí finalmente después de dos años en Steemit, mi contenido estaba siendo valorado y mis publicaciones de tener 0.05, subieron de manera exponencial. Esto valía la pena.
Mi meta es seguir en Hive y tener la posibilidad de volver a curar contenido en curaciones en vivo en Discord o de cualquier otra forma para ayudar a los usuarios que van llegando a que sus publicaciones sean atractivas, su presentación, gramática, ortografía y redacción sean impecables. Espero tener esa oportunidad. El tiempo de Dios es perfecto y sé que ese momento va a llegar.
Agradezco infinitamente a Hive, a #aliento y a @escuadron201 por esta maravillosa oportunidad. Gracias por su tiempo al leerme y permitirme a mi y al resto de los usuarios a compartir sus distintas experiencias y expectativas dentro de esta grandiosa plataforma.
Quiero invitar a participar a @zhanavic69, @germanandradeg, @antoniarhuiz y @lisfabian. Esta iniciativa no tiene fecha de caducidad chicos, así que anímense. Eso leí en una de las respuestas en el post de la iniciativa.
El vídeo fue hecho con Wondershare Filmora X. Las animaciones pertenecen a la misma aplicación, excepto las que encontrarán los enlaces más abajo, que fueron cortesía de Pixabay y los emoji cortesía de la aplicación gratuita Bitmoji.
Y la fotografía en miniatura, también es de mi propiedad, tomada con la cámara de mi celular Xiaomi Redmi Note 8.
Para los subtítulos, utilicé la versión gratuita de Deepl Translator
Fuentes:
1, 2, 3
ENGLISH Hello everyone, I hope you are doing very well. Here I arrived almost in the final stretch to join this fantastic initiative from the @aliento team, hand in hand with @escuadron201, which tries to allow each of us to share our experience within Hive, who brought us, how we joined, what they did to convince us and what have been our expectations and experiences during this journey on this platform.
How could I not join this initiative, if there is so much to tell, so much to say and so much to be thankful for?
My first steps
I started on Steemit in January 2018 and my user was @lichy, but some malicious person hacked my account and I lost it. Finally in March of the same year I managed to open this account with which I am writing to you.
My aunt @surika was the one who invited me because I write. Since I was a child I liked to write romantic novels to later translate them into cartoons. My faithful readers were my best friends. She told me that this would be a good opportunity to write because they also rewarded me for it.
"Sounds interesting" - I thought and signed up.
My first steps were a disaster. I had no idea how to layout a publication and my aunt didn't explain it to me either. I didn't know Markdown and HTML. Fortunately I watched some tutorials and little by little I improved. My presentation to the community was almost invisible.
Then my aunt told me to download Discord to post my publications in the different servers to see how I was doing.
It was then when I got with the Engranaje server and met @fermionico. That was a blessing for me, because he was the first person who believed in me, who reached out to me and invited me to be a moderator of his server.
I was terrified... Speaking into a microphone, having everyone listen to me and helping others? What nerves! But he believed in me and encouraged me. Thank God the team I had were beautiful people who supported me all the way.
Everything happened very fast. Suddenly I was a moderator on several servers doing live curation work, helping new users to improve their presentations.
We were a tight-knit working group. We worked together on all those servers and had a lot of fun.
When the fork to Hive happened, they went in other directions and I wanted to stay because I wanted to know about the communities that were being created.
Belonging to Hive changed my life. Here finally after two years in Steemit, my content was being valued and my posts from having 0.05, went up exponentially. This was worth it.
My goal is to stay on Hive and have the chance to go back to curating content in live curations on Discord or otherwise to help incoming users make their posts engaging, their presentation, grammar, spelling and writing impeccable. I hope to have that opportunity. God's timing is perfect and I know that time will come.
I am infinitely grateful to Hive, #aliento and @escuadron201 for this wonderful opportunity. Thank you for your time in reading me and allowing me and the rest of the users to share their different experiences and expectations within this great platform.
I would like to invite @zhanavic69, @germanandradeg, @antoniarhuiz and @lisfabian to participate. This initiative has no expiration date guys, so cheer up. That's what I read in one of the replies in the initiative post.
The video was made with Wondershare Filmora X. The animations belong to the same application, except the ones you will find the links below, which were courtesy of Pixabay and the emoji courtesy of the free application Bitmoji.
And the thumbnail photo, also my own, taken with the camera of my Xiaomi Redmi Note 8 cell phone.
For the subtitles, I used the free version of Deepl Translator
Sources:
1, 2, 3
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/selzfnxj
Antes que nada, quiero presentarme ante toda la comunidad. Soy Alicia y es mi primera vez por acá. Llegué a esta comunidad por invitación de mi amiga y compañera de trabajo @lisfabian y al ver la iniciativa, decidí participar de inmediato, porque tengo cosas que contar.
De este tema, como diría mi mamá "hay mucha tela que cortar", porque da para rato.
Lo primero que les conté en el vídeo, es que cuando yo era chiquita, me hicieron muchísimo bullying en el colegio. Yo crecí siendo muy acomplejada porque era extremadamente flaca y muy alta. Entonces me llamaban "Oliva" (la esposa de Popeye, el marino). Y cuando caminaba por el pasillo del colegio, me gritaban ese mote y se reían todos de mí.
Recuerdo que yo llegaba a la casa llorando y mi mamá me decía que me hiciera la loca cuando se burlaran de mí y poco a poco se les olvidaría meterse conmigo. Eso fue peor. Si uno se hace el loco, es peor, porque ellos saben que estamos tratando de ignorarlos y se burlan más. Eso lo aprendí con los años.
Esto sucedió hasta 3er año de bachillerato. Cuando cambié de colegio para estudiar 4to y 5to año de bachillerato, pensé que todo mejoraría porque iría a un colegio donde nadie me conocía. Pero adivinen qué? En ese nuevo colegio también había ido a estudiar la niña que más se había burlado de mi.
Llegó un momento en el que yo estaba harta, cansada de tanta burla y un día en que salimos del colegio y nos montamos varios en el autobús para ir cada quien a sus casas, ella estaba sentada en la parte de atrás y yo, en un de los puestos delanteros. La chica comenzó a cantar en voz alta lo de Oliva y yo me volteé y le dije:
- Chama, ¿hasta cuándo vas a seguir molestándome? ¿No entiendes que no me gustan las mujeres? ¡Deja la fijación conmigo y busca el amor en otro lado! ¡Estoy obstinada de que desde que me conoces, nos haces más que molestar!
No recuerdo bien si esas fueron las palabras exactas, pero el contexto si lo es.
Por supuesto, todos se echaron a reír y desde ese día, Claudia no volvió a molestarme. De vez en cuando quizás, pero como vio que ya no me causaba el efecto que su retorcida mente quería, ya simplemente dejé de ser su fuente de diversión.
También tengo un hermano al que amo infinitamente y él también a mi, pero cuando éramos chiquitos, él también se metía conmigo por lo flaca y porque tengo los dientes pequeños. Eso creo que me ha marcado más que mi episodio con Claudia.
Entonces crecí con muchos complejos. Llegué a la universidad y era una persona supremamente acomplejada y mi sueño era que quería ser gorda.
Soñaba con ser obesa porque pensaba que así flaca como estaba, nadie se fijaría en mi.
Hoy en día sigo teniendo complejos y una falta de amor hacia mí misma. Soy una persona que no se valora a sí misma y que siento que no soy capaz de merecer algo bonito, que no merezco ser amada porque ¿Quién me va a querer como soy?
Este tema para mi es fuerte, muy muy difícil y en le vídeo me cuesta un poco hablar de eso.
Como estaba tan carente de autoestima, me refugié en mi ego. Ya saben que el ego y la autoestima no son lo mismo. Cuando el ego está alto, la autoestima está baja y viceversa.
Cuando comencé a darme cuenta de que sí era capaz de atraer hombres guapos, mi ego se disparó al infinito y comencé a creer que todo me lo merecía. Tuve novios maravillosos y espectaculares, pero fui sumamente prepotente con ellos. El resultado es que ahora estoy sola y no sigo creyendo que no soy merecedora de que me quieran bonito.
He ido a terapia, me he hecho constelaciones familiares y de pareja. Incluso comencé a estudia psicoterapia pero también lo dejé.
Yo quería contarles estas vivencias porque sé que no me van a juzgar, están del otro lado de la pantalla y porque casi nadie habla de esto. Muchos hemos pasado por estas experiencias durante nuestra niñez pero no todo el mundo está dispuesto hablar de sus malas experiencias. Yo quizás lo hago tratando de exorcizar estos demonios internos que desde niña me han acompañado.
Lo más curioso de todo es que soy muy buena para ayudar a los demás, para aconsejarlos, para estar ahí siempre que me necesiten. Pero quiero complacer a todo el mundo, quiero que todos estén felices, que todos se sientan bien y trato siempre de hacer lo que me pidan, por encima incluso, de mis propios sentimientos y deseos.
Si de algo puedo estar segura es que en este momento estoy dando un gran paso hacia mi sanación, porque créanme que jamás había sido capaz de hablar de esto. Lo tenía escondido en alguna parte de mi cerebro y cuando leí el post de la iniciativa, algo en mi cabeza hizo clic y ahora hablando de esto, siento que me quité una cruz muy pesada de la espalda que no me ha permitido avanzar tanto como yo habría querido.
Les agradezco mucho el espacio y el momento y les deseo a todos y a cada uno de ustedes que tengan un hermoso mes del amor y la amistad. Pero recuerden que el amor no es un solo día ni un solo mes, deberíamos celebrarlo y honrarlo todos los días.
Celebren en pareja, solos, con amigos, con sus hijos, en familia y demos gracias a Dios por las personas que están con nosotros, por las que ya se fueron y demos gracias por el aprendizaje, ese que nos ha sacado lágrimas porque nos ha hecho crecer.
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First of all, I want to introduce myself to the whole community. I'm Alicia and this is my first time here. I came to this community at the invitation of my friend and co-worker @lisfabian and when I saw the initiative, I decided to participate immediately, because I have things to tell.
On this topic, as my mom would say "there is a lot of material to cut", because it goes on for a long time.
The first thing I told you in the video is that when I was a little girl, I was bullied a lot at school. I grew up being very self-conscious because I was extremely skinny and very tall. So they called me "Oliva" (the wife of Popeye, the sailor). And when I would walk down the school hallway, they would yell that nickname at me and everyone would laugh at me.
I remember I would come home crying and my mom would tell me to play crazy when they made fun of me and little by little they would forget to mess with me. That was worse. If you act crazy, it's worse, because they know we are trying to ignore them and they make fun of us even more. I learned that over the years.
This happened until the 3rd year of high school. When I changed schools to study 4th and 5th year of high school, I thought that everything would get better because I would go to a school where nobody knew me. But guess what? In that new school I had also gone to study with the girl who had made fun of me the most.
There came a time when I was fed up, tired of so much teasing, and one day when we left school and got on the bus to go home, she was sitting in the back of the bus and I was in one of the front seats. The girl began to sing aloud about Oliva and I turned around and said to her, "Chama, how long are you going to go to school?
- What's up, girl? How long are you going to keep bothering me? Don't you understand that I don't like women? Stop the fixation with me and look for love somewhere else! I'm stubborn that since you've known me, you do more than bother us!
I don't quite remember if those were the exact words, but the context is.
Of course, everyone burst out laughing and from that day on, Claudia never bothered me again. From time to time maybe, but since she saw that I was no longer having the effect her twisted mind wanted, I simply ceased to be her source of amusement.
I also have a brother whom I love infinitely and he loves me too, but when we were little, he also picked on me because I was skinny and because I have small teeth. I think that has marked me more than my episode with Claudia.
So I grew up with a lot of complexes. I got to college and I was an extremely self-conscious person and my dream was that I wanted to be fat.
I dreamed of being obese because I thought that as skinny as I was, no one would notice me.
Today I still have complexes and a lack of love for myself. I am a person who does not value myself and I feel that I am not capable of deserving something nice, that I do not deserve to be loved because who is going to love me as I am?
This is a very, very, very difficult subject for me and in the video it's a little difficult for me to talk about it.
As I was so lacking in self-esteem, I took refuge in my ego. You know that ego and self-esteem are not the same thing. When ego is high, self-esteem is low and vice versa.
When I began to realize that I was capable of attracting handsome men, my ego skyrocketed to infinity and I began to believe that I deserved everything. I had wonderful and spectacular boyfriends, but I was extremely overbearing with them. The result is that now I am alone and I no longer believe that I am not worthy of being loved beautifully.
I have gone to therapy, I have had family and couple constellations. I even started to study psychotherapy but I quit that too.
I wanted to tell you about these experiences because I know you will not judge me, you are on the other side of the screen and because almost nobody talks about this. Many of us have gone through these experiences during our childhood but not everyone is willing to talk about their bad experiences. Maybe I do it trying to exorcise these inner demons that have accompanied me since I was a child.
The funniest thing of all is that I am very good at helping others, at giving them advice, at being there whenever they need me. But I want to please everyone, I want everyone to be happy, I want everyone to feel good and I always try to do what they ask me to do, even above my own feelings and desires.
If there is one thing I can be sure of, it is that at this moment I am taking a big step towards my healing, because believe me, I had never been able to talk about this before. I had it hidden somewhere in my brain and when I read the post of the initiative, something in my head clicked and now talking about this, I feel that I removed a very heavy cross from my back that has not allowed me to move forward as much as I would have liked.
I thank you very much for the space and the moment and I wish each and every one of you a beautiful month of love and friendship.But remember that love is not a single day or a single month, we should celebrate and honor it every day.
Celebrate as a couple, alone, with friends, with your children, with your family and give thanks to God for the people who are with us, for those who are gone and give thanks for the learning that has brought tears to our eyes because it has made us grow.
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Video edited in Filmora Wondershare. The emojis are courtesy of Bitmoji and the same Filmora application.
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/wkzkypkk
I remember a time in my childhood that was very difficult. Dad was a dental mechanic and one of the materials he used to make dental prostheses was acrylic, and this material gradually ate away at his vision, causing cataracts in his eyes, so he could no longer continue working as a dentist.
With the money he had saved, he had to undergo surgery in Bogota, because the Barraquer clinic was (or still is) one of the best ophthalmology clinics.
My mom had to take the reins of the house. We were 4 siblings, mom and dad. It was not easy for her to support the 6 of us, pay the house utilities, pick us up from school and take care of the normal household chores.
He had to change us to a public school because he could no longer afford the private school and from having abundant food on the table, we went to eating rice, arepas without filling and grains because what he earned was not enough for more, in addition to his father's medical treatment, which was expensive.
Sometimes mom did not eat because she said she was not hungry, but now I understand that she did it because many times the food was not enough for everyone. The few times she was able to buy chicken, she would divide it by 5 and for herself she would only leave a little bit of rice and a wing. Always with a smile, always.
When I was 12 years old, I began to work selling Avon, and my other 3 siblings looked for a way to earn money, against my mother, who wanted us to dedicate ourselves to our studies, which she could not do as a child, because she had to work because they were very poor at home.
When we collected our first profit, my brothers and I bought 4 rotisserie chickens, with yucca, french fries and salads. It was a lot for six people, but all we wanted was for her to eat well.
Mom told us with tears in her eyes that she was very grateful, that we were her treasure and that what was happening in our economy was making us realize how little money we had.
Today chicken is one of my favorite foods, but it's a bit expensive and I can't always buy it. But I think it is one of my favorite foods, because it brings back memories of that stage of my childhood, of my first monetary gain, of that table full of delicious food after a long time and of mom's beautiful smile.
It was a very difficult stage of our lives, but in spite of that, it fills me with beautiful memories because it speaks of love, union, hope and solidarity and those memories make me cry, because it is remembering mom bringing us a little piece of heaven to the table, a little happiness with what was barely enough in rice, arepas and love. Some time later everything began to flow positively.
I ask myself: How did she make ends meet and how did she keep smiling in spite of everything?
Whenever she could, she would buy us chicken and she would keep only one wing, so that the rest of us could eat well.
Because that's how mom was, a little bit of wing, a little bit of rice, a little bit of love, a little bit of everything.
My reflection with these remembrances is to make us realize how much gestures and affection matter, and that love is in a simple plate of rice, in a shared chicken wing, in a hug. That we can make someone happy with a gesture, with a smile, with a song and that above all, there is family.
Thank you for allowing me to share with you this stage of my life.
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https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/jsotwlwp
Este pasado 2021, fue para mi y sé que para la gran mayoría de todos, un año controversial, un año lleno de preguntas, de dudas, de personas que se fueron a otros países, al cielo o que aún están cerca pero no los podemos ver porque quedan secuelas de este virus que se llevó a tanta gente amada.
Desde hace un tiempo y a causa de momentos amargos y extraños que me tocó vivir, veo siempre el vaso medio lleno. He aprendido a dejar de verlo medio vacío, porque hay mucho qué agradecer. Agradecer las buenas experiencias y las malas, porque de ellas he sacado lo bueno y eso es aprendizaje, crecimiento como ser humano, como madre, mujer y amiga.
Este año transcurrió en absoluta tormenta, pero siempre se podía ver el arcoíris después de cada tormenta porque si de algo estamos seguros es que después de cada noche, viene el día y aunque haya nubes y sombras oscuras a lo largo del día, aprendí a ver la belleza en cada una de esas nubes, buscarles formas y nombres divertidos.
Este 2021 me reencontré con mi niñez de una forma que no esperé jamás. Siempre quise hacer las paces con algunos familiares que por orgullo, nos alejamos y pasó el tiempo, los años. Muchos años. Situaciones que por inmadurez de ambas partes, errores de los adultos que arrojaron como consecuencia la inminente fractura en los lazos familiares y la devastadora separación de nosotros los niños de esa época, que nos vimos en la ajena obligación de renunciar a nuestra mutua compañía.
Lo cierto es que la pandemia enfermó a mi tío materno y a su esposa y los llevó al borde de la muerte. Gracias a uno de sus hijos, supimos lo que estaba pasando y todos los primos y hermanos nos unimos para aportar dinero para su recuperación, porque sabíamos que su situación económica no es la mejor.
Gracias a Dios se recuperaron. Dios siempre está cerca.
Aparte de esta bendecida situación de recuperación, me atreví a enviar un audio a mis tíos, diciéndoles que los extrañaba y que recordaba con infinito cariño mi niñez junto a ellos, cuando cada verano iba a a quedarme en su casa durante todas las vacaciones para jugar con mis primos, ir a la playa, de campamento y ser preciosamente consentida por mis tíos.
Ellos me enviaron un audio de vuelta diciéndome cuánto me amaban, cuánto me extrañaban y lo agradecidos que estaban tanto por la ayuda económica que les brindamos y por el hecho de que a pesar de los años, yo siguiera "amando a ese par de viejitos" (sus palabras).
Acá estoy escribiendo y recordando con los ojos llenos de lágrimas. Lágrimas de amor, de agradecimiento y de paz.
Otra de las cosas maravillosas que viví, fue la noticia de que mi hijo había sido el estudiante más brillante de su curso, obteniendo las calificaciones más altas.
Por otro lado, mi hermana venció el cáncer de mamas por segunda vez. Fueron momentos difíciles que se superaron con amor, cuidados y mucha fe.
Y aunque mis dos suegros murieron este año por complicaciones de salud (ninguno por COVID), primero mi suegra y al mes y medio, mi suegro, fue bueno para ellos porque finalmente se liberaron de tanto dolor.
Otra de las cosas positivas, fue que mi ex esposo finalmente se fue de mi casa, aunque no en bueno términos, pero era lo mejor podía suceder, así haya sido de la manera que fue, porque me sentí liberada, feliz y agradecida a Dios porque ya no estaría más aquí en mi casa. Eso me traía una energía que definitivamente yo no quería en mi vida. Ahora sí estoy preparada para seguir mi vida, dando la bienvenida a algún hombre maravilloso, ese que sé que en algún lugar está listo para mi.
Las goteras en mi techo aún están ahí. Eso me sacó canas verdes pero me enseñó a valorar que a pesar de ellas, tengo un techo que me protege a mi y a mi hijo, del frío. Todo lo demás será a su debido momento, porque el tiempo de Dios es perfecto.
Cerramos el año con la bonita compañía de mi hermano y su esposa que vinieron desde México para pasar estas fechas decembrinas junto a los que aún estamos por estos lados venezolanos.
Mi año no fue muy distinto al tuyo o al de otras personas. Fue un año de aprendizaje, de calidez, de acercamientos a pesar de la distancia, porque el acercamiento es del alma. Fue un año de pérdidas pero también de ganancias.
Y mi inicio de año llegó con COVID para mi y mi hijo. Hemos estado estos días encerrados. Ya la fiebre pasó, pero nos queda una tos de ultratumba, secreción nasal, dolores musculares, irritación en la mucosa bucal y pérdida del olfato y del gusto. Gracias a Dios, no ha sido tan fuerte como para otras personas. No hemos necesitado oxígeno. Yo comencé el 1ero de enero y mi hijo unos días después.
Pero sé que todo va a estar bien. Es un decreto divino. No hay mal que dure cien años. Por lo pronto, mucho líquido y reposo. Gracias a Hive puedo trabajar desde mi cama, como lo estoy haciendo ahora.
Gracias totales, espero que te haya gustado mi video.
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This past 2021, was for me and I know for the vast majority of everyone, a controversial year, a year full of questions, of doubts, of people who went to other countries, to heaven or who are still close but we can not see them because there are after-effects of this virus that took away so many beloved people.
For some time now and because of the bitter and strange moments I have had to live through, I always see the glass as half full. I have learned to stop seeing it half empty, because there is much to be grateful for. To be grateful for the good experiences and the bad ones, because from them I have taken the good and that is learning, growth as a human being, as a mother, woman and friend.
This year was spent in absolute storm, but you could always see the rainbow after every storm because if we are sure of something is that after every night, comes the day and although there are clouds and dark shadows throughout the day, I learned to see the beauty in each of those clouds, look for funny shapes and names.
This 2021 I reconnected with my childhood in a way I never expected. I always wanted to make peace with some family members that, out of pride, we moved away and time passed, the years. Many years. Situations that due to immaturity on both sides, mistakes of adults that resulted in the imminent fracture of family ties and the devastating separation of us children of that time, who were forced to give up our mutual company. The truth is that the pandemic sickened my maternal uncle and his wife and brought them to the brink of death. Thanks to one of their sons, we knew what was happening and all the cousins and siblings joined together to contribute money for their recovery, because we knew that their economic situation is not the best.
Thank God they recovered. God is always near.
Apart from this blessed situation of recovery, I dared to send an audio to my uncles, telling them that I missed them and that I remembered with infinite affection my childhood with them, when every summer I would go to stay at their house during all the vacations to play with my cousins, go to the beach, camping and be preciously spoiled by my uncles.
They sent me an audio back telling me how much they loved me, how much they missed me and how grateful they were both for the financial help we gave them and for the fact that despite the years, I still "loved that pair of old men" (their words).
Here I am writing and remembering with tears in my eyes. Tears of love, gratitude and peace.
Another of the wonderful things I experienced was the news that my son had been the brightest student in his class, obtaining the highest grades.
On the other hand, my sister beat breast cancer for the second time. These were difficult times that were overcome with love, care and a lot of faith.
And although both my in-laws died this year from health complications (neither from COVID), first my mother-in-law and a month and a half later, my father-in-law, it was good for them because they were finally free from so much pain.
Another positive thing was that my ex-husband finally left my house, although not on good terms, but it was the best thing that could happen, even if it was the way it was, because I felt liberated, happy and grateful to God because he would no longer be here in my house. It brought me an energy that I definitely did not want in my life. Now I am ready to go on with my life, welcoming some wonderful man, the one that I know somewhere is ready for me.
The leaks in my roof are still there. That gave me green hair but taught me to appreciate that in spite of them, I have a roof that protects me and my son from the cold. Everything else will come in due time, because God's timing is perfect.
We closed the year with the beautiful company of my brother and his wife who came all the way from Mexico to spend the Christmas holidays with those of us who are still in these Venezuelan parts.
My year was not very different from yours or other people's. It was a year of learning, of calming. It was a year of learning, of warmth, of rapprochement in spite of the distance, because rapprochement is of the soul. It was a year of losses but also of gains.
And my beginning of the year came with COVID for me and my son. We have been locked up these days. The fever is gone, but we are left with a cough, runny nose, muscle aches, irritation in the oral mucosa and loss of smell and taste. Thank God, it has not been as bad as for other people. We have not needed oxygen. I started on January 1st and my son a few days later.
But I know that everything is going to be fine. It is a divine decree. There is no evil that lasts a hundred years. For now, lots of fluids and rest. Thanks to Hive I can work from my bed, as I am doing now.
Thank you very much, I hope you liked my video.
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https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/vaewdgzk
Hello dear Hivers, in this opportunity I want to share with you my message of reflection of what Hive meant to me during this year 2021 and thank you to those who interacted with me, who supported me with a like, with a comment, with an advice or with their friendship.
I have so much to thank Hive and you who are on the other side of the screen.
This year I grew a lot, learned a lot and made more friends at Hive, who were always close to my soul. To all of you, thank you infinite for so many wonderful memories and moments!
I wish each of you a Merry Christmas and a wonderful New Year. I am sure that the year 2022, will be EXTRAORDINARY for everyone!
Hola queridos Hivers, en esta oportunidad quiero compartir con ustedes mi mensaje de reflexión de lo que significó Hive para mí durante este año 2021 y darles las gracias a quienes interactuaron conmigo, quienes me apoyaron con un like, con un comentario, con un consejo o con su amistad.
Tengo tanto que agradecer a Hive y a ustedes que están del otro lado de la pantalla.
Este año crecí mucho, aprendí mucho y coseché más amigos en Hive, que estuvieron siempre cerca de alma. A todos ustedes, gracias infinitas por tantos recuerdos y momentos maravillosos!
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/qclemoof
¡Hola chicos!
¿Se acuerdan que en mi última publicación, les comenté que estaba feliz porque el papá de mi hijo se iría de la casa?
Bueno, hasta ahí todo va bien.
Pero ahora resulta que me convertí en la mala de la película porque su familia me está haciendo malas caras porque le dije por enésima vez que tenía que irse de la casa. Hasta mi hermano tuvo que intervenir porque lo que sería dos meses de alojamiento, se convirtió en dos años y eso ellos no lo ven. Yo no tengo por qué mantenerlo, ni costear sus gastos.
Si es cierto que me hace reír, pero su compañía me ha resultado demasiado cara.
Pero ¿Saben qué? No me importa lo que piensen. La verdad es que eres bueno mientras ayudas. Pero no lo agradecen y hasta piensan que es obligatorio. Asu que como no puedo complacer a todo el mundo, llegó la hora de complacerme a mi, diciéndole adiós!
Cuando se vaya (en un rato) voy a pintar toda la casa,, voy a cambiar de lugar los muebles y haré una limpieza super profunda para mover las energías. Luego, montaré la Navidad.
Gracias chicos por leerme y acompañarme mientras me desahogo.
https://3speak.tv/watch?v=purrix/vsezrhrl
Arriving in time to participate in this initiative that our colleagues from @rutablockhain bring for us.
I feel excited because it's the first time I make a video for this platform. I make a lot of homemade videos but I've never made one professionally. I ask you to excuse my failures because it's my first time.
In this video I explain that I have had many wonderful moments on #Hive and maybe mentioning just one, would not be what I would like.
I have lived wonderful experiences in these almost 4 years of life in this fantastic space. One of the most beautiful things I have lived has been to know myself. I didn't know that I could have a talent for handicrafts and also discover that I really like them.
For those of you who know me and have shared with me since my first steps here, you know how much I love writing.
Since I was a little girl I've liked to write pink novels, maybe because I used to be an incurable romantic (not so much because I'm cured of that disease, hahaha), but then I grew up and with that came different responsibilities that were adding up one by one and there came a time when I stopped doing it.
In January 2018, the user @surika told me about this world. I opened my account in January and started writing and in March it was hacked and I lost everything everything everything. I opened then the account I currently have and the road has definitely been a roller coaster of emotions that have made me grow a lot as a person.
I was one of those who didn't take pictures at all. With Hive I have learned to walk around with my cell phone camera almost active every time I go out because I don't know what image, view or situation may cross my path and the ideal would be to capture it in photos and then share it here with its corresponding description.
I have grown up with Hive. My first publications were a disaster because I didn't know anything about Mark Down. I came to stay, to grow, to bring people to join and make community. And Hive definitely came into my life to stay.
There are so many emotions, so many moments and so many thanks that I have to give to Hive and its different users that life will not be enough for that.
So I AM LOVING HIVE. Thank you so much.
I made the video with my cell phone, using the free FilmoraGo application. The initial music for the video was with the free application CapCut.
For the translation I used Deepl.com.
Llegando a tiempo para participar en esta iniciativa que nuestros compañeros de @rutablockhain traen para nosotros.
Me siento emocionada porque es la primera vez que hago un video para esta plataforma. Hago muchos videos caseros pero nunca he hecho uno de manera profesional. Os pido que disculpen mis fallas por ser mi primera vez.
En este video explico que he tenido muchos momentos maravillosos en #Hive y quizás mencionar solo uno, no sería lo que me gustaría.
He vivido experiencias maravillosas en estos casi 4 años de vida en este fantástico espacio. Una de las cosas más hermosas que he vivido, ha sido el conocerme a mí misma. No sabía que yo podía tener talento para las manualidades y además descubrir que me gustan muchísimo.
Para aquellos que me conocen y que han compartido conmigo desde mis primeros pasos aquí, saben lo mucho que me gusta escribir.
Desde chiquita me ha gustado escribir novelitas rosa, quizás porque antes era una romántica incurable (no tanto porque ya me curé de ese mal, jajaja), pero luego fui creciendo y con eso llegaron distintas responsabilidades que fueron sumándose una a una y llegó un momento que ya lo dejé de hacer.
En enero del 2018, la usuario @surika me habló de este mundo. Abrí mi cuenta en enero y comencé a escribir y en marzo me la hackearon y perdí todo todo todo. Abrí entonces la cuenta que tengo actualmente y el camino ha sido definitivamente una montaña rusa de emociones que me han hecho crecer mucho como persona.
Yo era de las que no sacaba fotos para nada. Con Hive he aprendido a andar con la cámara de mi celular casi que activa cada vez que salgo porque no sé qué imagen, vista o situación se me pueda cruzar en el camino y lo ideal sería capturarla en fotos y luego compartirla acá con su descripción correspondiente.
Con Hive he crecido. Mis primeras publicaciones eran un desastre porque no conocía nada del Mark Down. Yo llegué para quedarme, crecer, traer personas que se sumen y hagan comunidad. Y definitivamente Hive llegó a mi vida para quedarse.
Son tantas las emociones, tantos los momentos y tantas las gracias que tengo que darle a Hive y a sus distintos usuarios que la vida no me va a alcanzar para ello.
Así que YO AMO A HIVE. Gracias por tanto.
El video lo hice con mi celular, a través de la aplicación gratuita FilmoraGo. La música inicial del vídeo fue con la aplicación gratuita CapCut.
Para la traducción utilicé Deepl.com.