Pruebas

Alguien se atrevio a pedirme pruebas de mis acciones. Concretamente de mis recorridos. Aqui las anexo por consideración, jajajajajaja. Al menos de una en una.

"Vista nocturna del Palacio del Gobierno del Estado de Nuevo Leon, Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mèxico"

La Ciudad de las Montañas

Una humilde vista del jardin o plaza principal (Gran Plaza le dicen por alla) de Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, México; "La Ciudad de las Montañas"

A humble view from the main garden or principal square (natives call it Great Square) from Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico; "The City of Mountains"

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Este sera el titulo nuevo de este blog jejejeje en vista de tan buena respuesta. En verdad me siento preocupado. No se si mi mensaje estará llegando a las masas. Estas palabras sabias que se derraman por mi boca cual elíxir olímpico................¡¡¡¡¡DISCULPEN!!!!! este último sapo estaba especialmente bueno....

¿En que me quede?

..........

¡Oh! Si. Casi nadie comenta aqui. No creo que deba sentirme desabrumado por ese resultado. A veces la gente es floja o paranoide y le da miedo dejar "huellas" de sus acciones. Tal vez sea eso. Tal vez no han encontrado este maravilloso rincon del internet. Tal vez les moleste mi pretención de bilingüismo. Tal vez mis tres lectores asiduos han estado muy ocupados.

Pero no me preocupo. Se que he arrancado sonrisas y puesto a pensar.
Si al menos fue a una persona, con eso me basta.

Sigan disfrutando

Quiero vivir....

Ya he tenido suficiente
Necesito a alguien que comprenda
Que estoy solo entre un montón de gente.

Nada como que hace mucho tiempo
que me cuesta sonreir.

Quiero Vivir
Quiero gritar
quiero sentir
el universo sobre mi
QUIERO CORRER EN LIBERTAD
QUIERO LLORAR DE FELICIDAD.


(la música sigue haciendo consonancia en mi).

Mas que decir y que pensar. Plegaria.

Señor, yo se que la muerte es mi destino y el de todos. Tarde o temprano la vere cara a cara. No quiero experimentar la partida de mi mejor amigo. Pero tampoco quiero que mi mejor amigo sufra por la mia. Haz que mi mejor amigo no tenga que sufrir por mi partida....

Or in just I few words.

Sometimes I think that I have lost my identity. I need to find it. Again. It's the neverending story of all human kind.

Blog Me Blog Me, Say that you blog me.

Hitomi wo fuseruto
sugukieteshimaisoude
Jibun ga mishiranu tanin ninattaki
gasuru
Kanashiihodo chippokena
Sukuwaretaikara tameiki wo tsukuno
janaku
Kakidashite Shimatta kodoku no kehai
no kazu wo tada kazoeteita.

It's like I'll disappear as soon as I close my eyes
I feel like I've turned into someone that even I don´t recognize
Sadly, I become so small
I want to be rescued, but instead of sighing
I vomited up my loneliness, and just lay there, measuring it all up.

One of the worse things of believing in a stereotype (or archetipe if you prefer the term from Carl G. Jung) is that sometimes, you assume it so deeply, and really assimilate that kind of personality. And so what?

Well, being someone involves more variables and factors than those which are supossed. Instead of saying "I Am" think about saying " I am BEING". None of us are an static result, or a finished "product". We are always changing in many ways. Or course that is necesary a consistent basis of beliefs, values, philosophy, but it doesn't means that you have to be attached to an idea or thought for ever. Life is evolution, growing, and it implies to change on a congruent way to the circunmstances.

But what happens when the change comes and you are not ready?

What happen when you apparentely lose you "raison d'être"? When all that you have been is fading away and you don't know what to do? Or better said, when you don't know what are you.

How is possible to cling to the life, when you lose your life role? If everything is drifting away.

All these questions are the answers -my answers, for my inner questions- to one that I made yesterday...."why do you write about isolation, loneliness and sadness".

I don't know why do we complain...All of us are together in a certain way..

Adiós.

Travel. Transport.

The past monday, I made a short trip. It was about 150 miles (250 km). I had to do some business in some governmente offices, so, I took the bus at noon. I arrived near 3:00 p.m. 2:45, for being more precise. I stayed there about three hours and then I came back. All this movement mede me think about the inconvenients of living in a big city. Transport. Although big cities have plenty of services, restaurantes, malls, stores, places for having fun and all other "wonders of modern life" they have the big problem of transportation. It's "a pain in the neck" to move in medium or big cities. From 2:45 p.m. to 6:45 p.m I spent about two hours on moving from a place to another. Walking, in car, in the bus. I reached the conclusion that if you want to take all the advantages of living in a place like that, you must like to travel. Because you will be doing it all day. You'd better have a car. And a job to afford the car, the insurance, the gas, and the taxes. If you don't have a car, and a good job, you might suffer in a big city. And the advantages will become your obstacles.

But we all, young people, want to live in a big, fun, far-of-my-parents city. Jejejejeje

Go ahead then.

But I warned you.

P.D. After all, It's in our instinct to experience new ambients, situations and places. I don't deny it. I want too. jejeje

Looking for....

An opening, somewhere here in front of me, through this maze of ugliness and greed.

Now, a story is going to be telled.

There were three persons in a room one saturday night. Well, in fact, it was a sunday morning, or better said, a sunday dawn. One of these three persons was writing, drawing or at least trying to do so. Then, that person showed the other two the paper with the drawing.

One of those persons quickly catched up the meaning of the drawing, and thought that it was so cheesy. Well, that's too hard. It just was silly.

The other one had no idea about the meaning of the drawing.

After a few minutes, he realized and made a gesture of acquiescence.

And they laughed the rest of the night.

After this short story, several thoughts came (as usual).

It's very wonderful to realize that despite all the differences present in the people, we still remain humans. We are all the same.

But even in spite of these circumstances, the fear persists. Maybe is an unconscious fear. Probably, the fear of almost all. The fear of hate, of rejection, the fear of being hated or isolated...just for being different.

Why? Why we do this? Even when we said that it is wrong?

I don't know. But I am happy, because it doesn't seem to have happened to me.....yet.

Ciao