miércoles, 27 de abril de 2011

Antonia Rivera Mota

                                        Antonia Rivera Mota y Don Germán Ramos Rivera.

Antonia Rivera Mota, madre de mi abuela materna Antonia Ramos Rivera, murió un día como hoy en 1909. Dejando a su esposo Don Germán Ramos Solís viudo y con tres niños. Ramón, Salvador y Antonia Ramos Rivera. La última, de dos meses y medio de nacida. Un milagro que haya vivido sin su madre a tan tierna edad. Mi abuela, siempre le recordó y deseó conocerla, sentirla y abrazarla. Ojalá esten juntas... para siempre.

Mi papá Chuche

Mi bisabuela materna, Eufrosina Solís, María de Jesús Núñez, abuela de mi abuelo, mi abuelo materno, JJesús y su hermano menor, Leopoldo González Solís en Pueblo Nuevo Guanajuato. 


En un día como hoy, pero de mil novecientos nueve. Nació en su casa, en el portal de las Flores de Pueblo Nuevo Guanajuato mi abuelo materno. J Jesús González Solís. 


Hijo de Ramón González Núñez y de Eufrosina Solís González. Extraño a papá Chuche.

sábado, 23 de abril de 2011




Chumbamwaba.


We'll be singing,
when we're winning,
we'll be singing.


I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never gonna kick me down,
I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never going to keep me down.


I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never gonna kick me down,
I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never going to keep me down.


Pissing the night away,
pissing the night away.


He drinks a whisky drink,
He drinks a vodka drink,
He drinks a lager drink,
He drinks a cider drink,
He sings the songs that remind him,
of the good times,
He sings the songs that remind him,
of the better times.


Oh, Danny Boy,
Danny Boy,
Danny Boy.


I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never gonna kick me down,
I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never going to keep me down.


I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never gonna kick me down,
I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never going to keep me down.


Pissing the night away,
pissing the night away.


He drinks a whisky drink,
He drinks a vodka drink,
He drinks a lager drink,
He drinks a cider drink,
He sings the songs that remind him,
of the good times,
He sings the songs that remind him,
of the better times.


Don't cry for me, next door neighbor.


I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never gonna kick me down,
I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never going to keep me down.


I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never gonna kick me down,
I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never going to keep me down.


I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never gonna kick me down,
I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never going to keep me down.


I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never gonna kick me down,
I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never going to keep me down.


I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never gonna kick me down,
I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never going to keep me down.


I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never gonna kick me down,
I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never going to keep me down.


I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never gonna kick me down,
I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never going to keep me down.


I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never gonna kick me down,
I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never going to keep me down.


I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never gonna kick me down,
I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never going to keep me down.


I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never gonna kick me down,
I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never going to keep me down.


I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never gonna kick me down,
I get knocked down,
but I get up again,
you're never going to keep me down.

miércoles, 20 de abril de 2011

Una Cita Citable, de Maya Angelou.



He aprendido que no importa lo que pase o como se vea el día de hoy, la vida sigue y será mejor mañana. He aprendido que uno puede decir mucho de una persona por la forma en que maneja éstas tres cosas: un día lluvioso, las maletas perdidas y las luces del árbol de navidad enredadas. He aprendido que no importa como sea la relación con tus padres, los extrañarás cuando se hayan ido de tu vida. He aprendido que ganarse la vida no es lo mismo que hacer una vida. He aprendido que la vida a veces te da una segunda oportunidad. He aprendido que uno no debe ir por la vida con un guante de receptor en ambas manos; tienes que poder lanzar algunas cosas de regreso. He aprendido que cuando he decidido algo con el corazón abierto, regularmente hago la decisión correcta. He aprendido que hasta cuando uno tiene dolores, yo no tengo que ser uno. He aprendido que todos los días, uno debe alcanzar a alguien y tocarlo. A la gente le gusta un abrazo, o una simple palmada en la espalda. He aprendido que todavía tengo mucho que aprender. He aprendido que la gente olvida lo que haz dicho, la gente olvida lo que haz hecho pero, la gente jamás olvida como los hiciste sentir.





~Maya Angelou.  



I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a living is not the same thing as making a life. I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.


~Maya Angelou.