Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
The conversation goes like this:
(The definition of right and wrong is not fixed ,,, Oh Yeah Ok)
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Taking this path reminded me of this amazing poem:
The road not taken
Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.
|1. The Road Not Taken|
Monday, March 28, 2011
I love this song .... Diana Navarro has the most angelic voice I have ever heard and she sings this hymn with soooo much faith that it touches me ...
Saturday, March 26, 2011
I dont want to paste anyhting , nor do I want to put videos or make assumptions ... I dont want to take sides not being there , but I have two feelings:
Saturday, March 19, 2011
Seeing this just breaks my heart , why does this keep happening in my country? why do people still breath in relief as a day of the month passes and they think they might possibly get to the next salary without having to ask for money , without having to yell at their children when they ask for something ,,, without feeling the continuous insult of being poor?
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.
Reading this article gave me a sense of relief for two reasons:
1- Because there are still creative people in the world who see things from a different angle and therefor they write such smart pieces that attract the reader until the last line.
2- Because sometimes -and call me arrogant- I feel like I deserve more , I feel that I can appreciate more , I can see the tiny details in people and realize the things that make them special ... I treat people as if they were protagonist in a novel that I am reading and writing , and so I feel like I need more from them ... I dont ask for much , but I just ask for appreciation , I am not the greatest , but am not simple either so why - just why- I always find the jerks , the superficials and the plain people?
Date a girl who reads ,, because you deserve it.
Here is a detergent ad that's constantly repeated on Spanish Tv channels. David Villa is the ads star!!!
Saturday, March 12, 2011
When I first came to this apartment I thought: Oh my God!! This is just perfect , we cant possibly fight over anything , the girls are very good friends and they are so nice! But then there came the dog!!!! Where the hell would I come up with such a possibility?!!
Today was a special Friday , like most Fridays ever since I form a part of a religious minority.
Friday, March 11, 2011
I cant really express myself ... I have never been to Japan , but the 2 years I spent studying the language and participating in the japanese activities made me feel so in touch with the culture the people , and even the soil that I have never visited. Now what? Japan is brought down ,,, Its Gods well and nothing comes before his well , but it hurts to see the country we always admired in ruins ,,,,
Just the mere Idea that the axis of the entire planet moved 10 cm as a result of the earthquake is horrifying ,,,, it JAPAN ,, our JAPAN ,,, the one we loved while listening to Kiroro songs , watching ''Fireflies cemetery" and "5 cm per second" and as I read Memoirs of a Geisha and The Confessions of a Mask ,,,,
Remember when I used to post ''Daydreaming of Nipon" posts to release my stress? It was the happy place I would go to when I wanna comfort myself ,,, Now , its a lost paradise ,,, I dont know how hard it is , but I know that a third of my beloved Japan is not the same , and that the people we mostly admire are now laying under tons of debris waiting for their bodies to be discovered ,,,
I cant say more now ,,, but I feel terribley sad , not because I am sympathizing with the Japanese people , its because I feel my true part in this true big pain ,, after all we are a little bit Nihon-jin even if we are not THAT fluent.
God Bless you ...
God bless you
God Bless Japan
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Tonight my throat hurt for all the shouting I had to shout while watching Barcelonas game with Arsenal.