As in the old days.....

sometimes in the middle of a bussy week I try to stop for a moment and take a little walk to refresh my ideas, to oxigen my spirit and renew the strength to continue with thee daily routine I need to acomplish, it is not easy of course, however nothing happens if we try. in the end not all in life is about the work. All those ones that as I do work in two or more things in different days and multiple tasks will understand me.
...As I wrote lines up it is a good way to dissconect for a moment and forget about life, walking and watching is something i did when I was young and invited to another countries to study, since I was a poor student   the only thing that I was  able to do for free was to walk and stop by, here and there watching and feeling the vibe of the
places I was stayng by, later on life I discovered the writing as an excersice to keep the memories, then my life was a walking writing-reading exercise that I loved.
The life continued and my life went sedentary, settled down on my old hometown became a family man with responsibilities and a house, a car, a wife and just recently a son life becomes...intense and each day it is harder to find a time off.
Reading was something I did as regular basis again, when I was younger. That's why I try from time to time to recover some of my old habits.
..Life becomes hard and complex as you grow up,and acquire new responsabilities, but we can find moments to go back in time ....as in the old days...

sorrow for the old days

The other day thanks to the invitacion of a friend of mine, (a patient) we went to downtown of Guadalajara afetr a good four years we were far from it. reasons, we live far enough and there is nothing that makes us go visit a place now in construction and so crowded, then we went there, as starters all remains the same, the streets are full of waste, the people is ugly and all are scared of everyone and of all at the same time.
I've been living or just visiting a lot of cities in Mexico as well as in another countries and i was not as afraid and aware as i was that day, maybe because my wife and son were with me and due the long period of time I haven't been in downtown it was strange for me.

i used ti walk a lot by those streets several years ago, wether at night as by day, and it was pleasant to watch here and there interesting things for me, as we were walking i noticed some of the places I loved in the past are now gone, the were replaced by chinese food restaurants or other things.  One of my favorite bookstores now is a seven eleven shared witha cosmetic store. DAMN! I found several books I love on that place.  coffe shops, antique book stores and used ones are now replaced with new stores that offers new products to a new audience. we arrived to the place and enjoyed the show we went to watch , it was really nice. however I was thinking on all the places were closed or changed, and I  felt sorrow and nostalgy for those old days......

NOSTALGIA....all those things we left behind

Once upon a time all of us were younger than we are now, including the old guy behind all this writings. last evening while I was taking my little kid for a walt to the near park, I was observing some other folks were staring at me in a weird way and at the moment I could't realize what was the cause of it, I gave no importance to the fact, since I am a bald guy most of the times people tends to look at me more than the necessary times. However this time was different, and while walking I was trying to figure it out wat was wrong with me yesterday. later while my son was playing around on the playground I realize that we were wearing the same kind and color of sneakers!  (blue canvas classic vans)   and  bermudas, one mummy mentioned it to another woman and I could hear them both speaking about my outfit and my son's. Even when we (my son and I) were wearing different T-shirt and Bermudas the shoes were the same on both of us, and they were talking about it. "look that man, wearing kid's shoes" , but, wait a second...
Vans are  part of my life and has been  since I was  a kid too! ,thus, I have never, ever read in any of the numerous pairs I had used in my life the age recomended to use a pair of... but it affected me in a way, since the truth is that maybe in the very inside the people using sneakers all of his life is not acepting the fact that we are grown up persons, that we are adults, and all of those folks I see from time to time, by the streets wearng old raged  AC/DC , PIXIES, etc t-shirts are like me, because when we look at each other there is a silent complicity, a shine in our sigths. and behind all the baldness, white hair or chubby figure I think I can see a kid that lives inside those nostalgic-old walkers.  perhaps is because we are proud of what we were when younger, or is just that we still enjoy the same old things we enjoyed when kiddos, and we are proud of what we are. listening and using when kiddos as now when we are older.  we are just Nostalgic of all those things we left behind when we become "adults".....................

Just like Heaven revisited....

“Show me, show, me show me how you did that trick, the one you make me love this way, show me how you do it and I promise I’ll run away with you ”  that way was my favorite singer tearing the air the other night in one of the most emotive and beautiful concerts I’ve ever assisted in my whole life, Robert Smith came back to my country and I was lucky , my best friend invited me to concert in Mexico DF. I knew The Cure in my early days of teen, and I saw them for the very first time 23 years ago in Monterrey,  I was a kiddo, and on that time I sang like a crazy all exited for one of my first concerts far from home, for me it was an unforgettable experience I was only fourteen!  But I went. This time it was different now I am about 38 years and I went with my wife and my best friend (and his wife too) but I sing out loud as the first time, it was incredible, because I begin to remember all the things, the moments, the memories that all that wonderful songs mean to me. It was a remarkable experience, and the concert is going to be one of my best memories that I’ll keep until I die, they sing all the songs that make us feel like in heaven. I barely remember some things from the past, but when it is about music I can recognize the song from the very first accord, lovely and long life to the cure, my favorite band ever!.

glory days..

I don’t  know why , but every time I began to talk with younger folks I feel like I am too old for the things I like, when I talk about this or that concert, or about places I went in my college times that now are just legends, damn! I say to myself:  dude, you’re pretty old.  Please follow me here, I am not telling that I am not happy, (actually I love my life, and my age) always when I got some activity that allows me to fly with my mind, I just do it , and yes it was just today while I was painting some wooden boxes for my wife that I began to tell her, that my first big band concert was when I was just fourteen!  And I still remember almost everything ,  the excitement, the travel , my friend that shared that one, perhaps it was the first steep on my twisted road, perhaps it was the first time that even unknowing it I was choosing different, different because I decided to go, no matter what, no matter how to that strange city, to that strange place, with a few bucks in my pocket, and with a friend of mine , it went all ok, we came back in one piece, and it was a great concert,  that I treasure in my mind, but I think that that trip, changed the way I saw the things by that time, after that I knew , and I learnt that I could do anything I want to,  fearless, working hard for it, learning from strangers, learning from my trip partners. After that came a lot of other trips other opportunities to learn, sleeping where I was able to, eating when it was possible too, I have to admit that not all the times it was cool, but I do admit that I learn a lot from it, and it is cool to remember that you made it!  24 years ago.  

Dream Catcher

“I am an old soul trapped in a young body”, said a friend of mine years ago while we were enjoying a coffee,  and talking about everything and nothing at the same time, as we usually did ever we meet, it was one rainy evening, and we were in my favorite coffee shop on that days, now it is a karaoke bar, and when I pass through that place (as today) I remember that day with a bit of nostalgia, I can´t remember if it was the last time I saw this friend of mine, he was eager to know, eager to travel, eager to eat the world, to explore it. And he was about to finish the university as I, she was always talking about study out of the country, leave all this behind, and I was agree with her, we were in the same tune, but the future was waiting us in very different ways, after we finished we barely meet because I began to work and follow my dreams soon as I left my parent’s house, left my city for a time, and my life changed a lot. One night while waiting for my wife I saw this friend of mine, dressed in a coffee shop uniform, and in that moment I realized that her dreams just were faded, for her sad eyes, later she told me that two kids and a divorce aren’t good for dream chasing. “old souls in young bodies are bad combination, folk”