the end.

Oh, I miss so much those days of the fall when we were anxious and all excited about the book fair in town, far before of the new fancy FIL , just before it became in the monster it is now, full of wanna be’s or hormone-stink-students, and other strange creatures that you can see there, far away are those days of joy, the ones when you could find rare books, ended editions, and the best: on good prices, now all you see is the novelties in hard covers and in most of the cases expensiver than the regular retail price at your local bookstore, I used to love at first alone, from ten years to now with my wife, but this year is my last, I left behind all my memories of love and fascination og those cult objects that you used to find there, Books, I decide to end my suffering in the place that I used to call: “the real Christmas for me”, I can’t
stand anymore all the crowds that converges in there, just for be seen or to see, I will miss a lot some of the stands, some of them grow as I do all these years, I will miss too some of them that has just left us, giving place to a scary growing “catho” stands, it is going to be hard not to assist, I will miss the cultural concerts in the ex-open inning surface, that every year becomes smaller for the regular people, I will miss the tiny editorials that gives me so many satisfactions with the jewels they put in my hands, but really I can tell

A hazy shade of winter.

when was the last time you walked in the street and stopped to just watch a beautiful flower growing in the sidewalk end, fighting to survive in the concrete?, and do you remember the last time you traveled without your earphones? When was the last time you spent more that an hour reading a book, enjoying by a cup of coffee the words drinking them whit a humming strong beverage? Are those days over for you? Or even worst, you do not know those things, the phrase: -``I have my books surcease of knowledge and sorrow´´- doesn’t sound for you at all? , if you never walk and enjoy the walk do it now, I miss those days when I walked from my work to home, no cell phone no iPod, not gizmos at all to carry (and to worry about) , just a book to read on my free times, making me forget for sometimes the place or the things I was doing before I began to read it.
Now I barely walk and when I do it barely I see a flower in the sidewalk or even a plant. Time, time, time that goes by, now everytime I get from aplace to another I have to carry a cell phone (to stay in touch) but I leave it from time to time to fell the old days when I got no need of one, and I travel with a book as only luggage. It`s okay if yiu don`t like these things but once in your life I recommend you to try one of these things, but if you didn`t try young now you`re done.

I believe in miracles..

I enjoy to read the Sunday newspapers, with a cup of coffee, as early as I can, sited by the window, sometimes with music others just listening the paper moving in my hands, skipping the sports and the shows news, enjoying the extended sections of opinions and some writers that on the Sunday edition figures a column. I can’t remember since when I do this, but I know that while I can I will be doing it. Recently I get more sad when I read the news, I have to admit that now the cultural section is becoming a few small every week in the newspapers I read, and the bad news are growing in quantity, the world is changing, the way we see the things too. I know that the times we are living aren`t the best ones, and I have to admit that sometimes I get sad and scared of the things I read, it will sound kind of stupid but it is true, the ability to read can put you in a bad mood, but when that happens, I get a fantasy book (that I love by the way) and after some pages, I can believe that the world we live in still worth!!

WILD WORLD

There was a time, when I was a broken hearted, and i didn't care about it for me was more important other things, the books, the music and things like that, now I am older and slower that in those times, I read more, drink less as a natural result of the life, I have to worry about other stuff that on those wonderful years, I didn't even realize that they do exist, and I am not complaining about it, I’m just making a point, life has changed so much and so fast that sometimes I try to take a break to see how much has it changed, the extremely rare turns that it gives, the life and all the things we left behind, the music, the friends, the projects, the dreams we quit to pursuit, the things we have to do, to work in to get the money we need to live with a minimum of dignity, I am al lucky man, (all my life I have been) but I see how a lot of Rockies are losing the patience because they can’t reach the minimum of comfort in a work to stay on it, or at least a work, the times are hard and the situation in the whole world is getting worst and worst every time, good luck, was the first thing I achieve to say the other day I talk to a little audience in a lecture of the dentistry school, because I was there as they were that day in another circumstances, on other times better ones, the ones when you used to tell your dreams and they will be come true, now this generations got only dreams, and that’s all they got…… it’s a wild world, and not a good one to dream on.

the ghosts.

Sometimes the ghosts of our past comes to chase us, reminding us that we’re not alone In the nights, that in the precise moment we put some ice in a glass, to serve a drink, the ghost come out to chase us, and in some cases to torture , In most of the cases to remind what we left behind, what we use to do, coming from the darkness gathering the memories of past times, sometimes better others not so much, in my case the music also trigger the ghosts; of the worst and the better times I’ve gotten in life, but in all cases they chase me. There’s nothing to fear, they come to remind us who we are and who we was, and to teach us lessons. That’s why I write to exorcise these ghost, the ghost of the things, of the people I left behind.

LUST FOR LIFE

When I was student I used to hate vacation because as almost all students I was always short of money t o travel on vacation, now that I am a workman I love this periods, because the books waits for me to take me with them, and from time to time I can go out for vacation with my wife, I leave in the city my watch, my agenda and sometimes even my phone, and (If it is possible the car) no more long sleeve shirts, not more formal trousers, no watch, no hurry and no schedule that's life, no matter where I get, the relax is the best, so folks about to get my summer break, I'll try (not) to relax so much and write a bit more, thanx a lot and..

MOONSHADOW..

And if ever lose my way I wont have to look no more, as much as I remember these lirycs Is the much I miss some of my friends that i have losen, but it is not a pray for all of those we left behind, it is suppossed that is a reminding of the good times we share in the yard of the school, on the apparmento f one of the gang screaming out loud Moonshadow, risking our health by drinking that awful vodka, it was a loud fidelity sound sistem and we all were the worst singers ever, perhaps we didin't knew the lirics as we know it now, but I can tell, that even now when I drink a tasteful vodka and listen it, it ins't the same!
ant i am not moaning, I'm just saying ale, ale to all my friends that ever lose theyr eyes, and don't cry no more. for all of those bohemian nigths on the dormrooms fellas!!

FOOL'S PARADE

CLASE OBRERA

Today I wrote this to honor all of those who are the work force of my world, the first ones to die, the first ones to be fired, the ones that have forged with blood and sweat this beautiful constructions we got, the last ones to be blessed with the cream they made, never owns the land they have to defeat, cleaning places they will never habitate, working for centuries just for the bread they eat, all of those before me in my family that worked for nothing more than his bread, hopping to reach the end of the month and praying to be alive to raise up their children to be good man, I know a few good man of this that have worked like beasts not reaching up the dream of dignity in life, that work every day and every nigth to survey in this fucking world, drinking a beer from time to time to keep alive. and hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

PRAYERS FOR RAIN...

WONDERING ABOUT THE PAST TIMES WHEN WE USE TO FOLLOW OUR DREAMS AND WAIT FOR NOTHING TRYING TO TAKE ALL AND SLEEPING LESS EVERYNIGTH, TAKING TRAINS TO NOWHERE JUST FOR HAVE A PLACE TO FEEL WARM AND SAFE, WAKING UP IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE JUS WITH YOUR BAG FULL OF DREAMS LIKE AWIZARD, EXPECTING TO FIND FOOD, MONEY OR SOMETHING USEFUL IN YOUR BAG EVEN WHEN YOU KNOW THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE, STEALING FOOD FOR SURVIVE,LOOKING FOR JOBS THAT NEVER GIVES YOU, EATING ALL THAT FURY AGAINST ALL OF THOSE THAT NEVER HELPED YOU, LIKE A PRAYER FOR RAIN..

I PUT A SPELL ON YOU.

No recuerdo la primera vez, por mas que intento no logro, debe de haber sido en una de esas noches que mi única compañía era aquel radio viejo y un puño de libros, pero caí. Esa fascinación por la gente, por su entorno, contando las vidas de sus amigos, como veía el mundo como vivía o verdadera pasión! ese libro sin lugar a dudas me dio otra perspectiva de las cosas, a través de sus ojos conocí a toda esa gente maravillosa, con la cual conviví en ese entonces, y me preparo para cuando yo lo viviera no me pareciera tan raro. Y a pesar de que marco (hasta cierto punto) mi vida, lo había abandonado; después de que en un cambio de casa mi libro se fue a otra casa que no era la mía. Hasta que una visita a una tienda de viejo lo encontré, ahí estaba lleno de polvo y maltratado por algún lector descuidado, (no era el mismo ejemplar que perdí) pertenecía a otra colección, pero ahí estaba, decidí llevarlo conmigo y disfrute casi como la primera vez su lectura, ahora acompañado de una luz diferente, con años de diferencia, recorrí de nuevo esas calles, me reencontré con esas personas, y me emocione con la lectura, y recordé lo mucho que me gusto su visión del mundo, de su época, de su entorno, de nuestro mundo. Por eso hoy este ejemplar ocupa el espacio de honor en mi colección, espero no perderlo jamás, aun que pensándolo bien lo verdaderamente trascendente es lo que me dejo su lectura y posterior relectura,

I AM A ROCK

once uppon a time I was young and full of dreams, hopeful for the future, with a pocket ful of wishes and dreams, (as all the young dudes)of that age, but in the way uot somting get twisted and the life just change, just like that the dreams where ripped off of our heads,we got a life to earn and we get more tough, tough as the times we're livig, jumpig out to perform our role the best we can, the best we know, leaving all that dreams behind, at least for a while, a lot of times I have surprized myself revisiting all my past Ideas, my dreams, all those I give up chasing, It ain't bad or wrong; but I always give my best on all I do, and I am not complaining as I said before is just a share of points of view. Nothing to worry about.

LIFE IS A BITCH

Ah! que tiempos aquellos e que las cosas eran fáciles, las decisiones que había que tomar se limitaban a decidir con quien salir, a donde ir, que tomar, solo viviendo al margen. Al lado del camino, a veces saltando de tren en tren y reírte de la gente sin dormir, sin comer, solo pasando la vida o mas bien viéndola pasar, solo pensando en el hoy sin que nada mas nos importara, no por que no fuera importante si por que simplemente no era el momento de preocuparse era solo vivir, la lógica era plana y simple: no teníamos nada que perder y todo que ganar (al menos así lo veo yo en perspectiva) los amigos, las mujeres, los libros, los excesos, todo so te marca.

homesick II

Once upon in my life I used to walk to and from my work, those times are now over,
At first my work is really are from my home, at second, it's a way to dangerous to even try it now. I make like twenty minutes on those times, and while walk usually I work on my readings, on those large publications that I needed to do at that time, fixing the world in my mind, watching the people -that as I - were walking. I hate the bus so that's why I preferred to walk, I even dislike cars, I got one just for the need of it, actually I do not enjoy driving, hate traffic, the only thing I like is the music in the car, but in the other hand I miss that beautiful evenings walking from the clinic to my house, -we're talking about ten years maybe more-, later, I change my work address and the walking was just done, now I almost never do that, now from time to time I ride my bike just to remember all the blocks I used to walk, fixing my things in my mind and wondering if the others walkers were doing the same as I was....

Simon & Garfunkel - The Boxer - Madison Square Garden, NYC - 2009/10/29&30

each time i hear this song remind me my very own
life, perhaps the most beautiful song of my
life-soundtrack.

PAUL SIMON LIVE - THE BOXER

perhaps one of the most beautiful songs of my life soundtrack, I love it.

ALL WE LEFT BEHIND..

yesterday while i was eating with my wife in our favorite restaurant, we were remembering all of our friends that have left this land full of hopes, and dreams and goals, they leave in the persuit of a dream, most of them will get it, others, don't. In our little lifes; -I said to my wife we have a just a moment to decide what are we going to do with our life, not more. we can change the path in every moment, but is not the same, we have to follow our heart and made the best with the things we got, working improving,dreaming,(that`s the most important part) because the only thing we got is nothing but our dreams, the youth goes by, the money too, even the friends of us may change, but our dreams remains, Keats said that the only thing that mades a man diferent is the kind of dreams that he has, so keep on dreaming, because even when your glory days semms to be lefted behind you`ll get your dreams to care about you.....

ALL WE LEFT BEHIND..