Could someone correct me? I published a text in my notebook yesterday and today I did it again but nobody has read it. The title is "I Remember" I would be very happy and grateful if someone corrects my mistakes. It is important to me. Thanks so much.

I REMEMBER... I remember the majesty of the forests from Finland... Thousands and thousands of gracefully svelte, endless trees grasping on the deep ground, and raising exultant toward the eternity. I remember the purity of white and the range of gray and brown painted the landscapes. And the silence, I remember that mystical silence all around. I remember how the spring came without asking for license, and from one day to the next, the white and gray became green... Oh, what such a palette of bright greens! I remember the first shy sprouts coming out from the trees that woke up from their winter lethargy. And the first flowers showed their beauty in the fields and gentle hillsides above what had been a single-white coloured robe of linen. I remember the colors woke up and, in unison, birds started to sing being all that like a part of the great concert that Nature wisely, harmonically orchestrate. I remember the sky from Finland. What could I tell about the sky... I love it. Blues and pinks I had never seen before. Like a mystery, like an impossibility, unreal from my spanish eyes. And I remember your eyes, the eyes of a man from finland still more beautiful than that blue, finnish sky.

I REMEMBER... I remember the majesty of the forests from Finland... Thousands and thousands of gracefully svelte, endless trees grasping on the deep ground, and raising exultant toward the eternity. I remember the purity of white and the range of gray and brown painted the landscapes. And the silence, I remember that mystical silence all around. I remember how the spring came without asking for license, and from one day to the next, the white and gray became green... Oh, what such a palette of bright greens! I remember the first shy sprouts coming out from the trees that woke up from their winter lethargy. And the first flowers showed their beauty in the fields and gentle hillsides above what had been a single-white coloured robe of linen. I remember the colors woke up and, in unison, birds started to sing being all that like a part of the great concert that Nature wisely, harmonically orchestrate. I remember the sky from Finland. What could I tell about the sky... I love it. Blues and pinks I had never seen before. Like a mystery, like an impossibility, unreal from my spanish eyes. And I remember your eyes, the eyes of a man from finland still more beautiful than that blue, finnish sky.

JUST A THOUGHT I was wondering if everything that breaks can be fixed... then I remembered that japanese believe that when you have fixed something, this becomes in the most beautiful side of the piece because you have used your love, time and care to fix it, and also they say than the connection is stronger here than in the rest of the whole. I hope they are true.

Someone who want to correct, please. I don't know if I am able to imagine how tricky it is to manage the difficulties and doubts that appear in this moment when your work is almost finished. It must be very complicated to decide that all has been made and when it is ended. Additionally, you're getting an extra pressure due to both, this is your last documentary and it has been doing with your heart, because of it is your mom's documentary -I know you've made all of them from your heart, but also I know this one is special. We've talked about the documentary's topic, its magnitude and critical focus what would do it being an ambitious work and no easy to develop. There are many elements involucrated to place in a logical and aesthetic order and the most important, to be able to comunicate what you want to tell. You are very perfectionist, so don't require more and more from yourself. I'm sure you are making a excellent work. From here I am by your side and from here I support you with all my affection. Be merciful with yourself.

Supporting a friend I do not know if I am able to imagine how tricky is manage the difficulties and doubts that appear in this moment when the work is almost finished. It must be very complicated to decide that all has been made and when it is ending. Besides you're getting an extra pressure due to both this is your last documentary and it has been doing with your heart, because of it is your mom's documentary -I know you made all of them from your heart, but also I know this one is special. We've talked about the documentary's topic, its magnitude and critical focus what would do it be an ambitious work and no easy to develop. There are many elements involucrated to place in a logical and aesthetic order and the most important, to be able to comunicate what you want to tell. You are very perfectionist, so do not require from yourself more and more. I'm sure you are making a excellent work. From here I am by your side and from here I support you with all my affection. Be merciful with yourself.

I like... I like your tenderness, you know... this kind of sensibility that makes you perceive the things respecting their own nature and adding good emotions with love, care and intuition. I like the tenderness how you look the beauty around you, I like when you use your voice and how you express yourself, how touch the objects, how your gestures and movements are. I like your deep feeling and the things you value for which it is worth spending your time and energy. I like the way you have to seeing farther in every 'simple experience' to create an alternative and lighter world full of excellence. I like the way you have of being compassionate, to be aware, to be able. I like your essence.

Is there any difference between these sentences? Nothing is the same in a sunny day? Things are not the same in a sunny day?

Frida An unusual woman with an unusual life. I like the colors she used, they are very colorful which make her paintings less painful, but the most of her works were too subrrealistic for my taste. I think she spoke about her own reality, wishes, anguish and pain through her art, currently understood and valued, although it wasn't in her time, as well as the way she lived her own life.