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”

happy times

For a period of time in my life I was able to spent some free time with myself, I was living alone by that time, partially working and I used to take long walks around  some interesting places in my hometown, I love to remember that times, because those were happy times for me,  walking I knew a lot of excellent second half bookstores  where I spent a lot of time looking, searching , and of course buying great books in a great prices, I knew beautiful coffee places  in which I used to drink some cups while reading , watching the people to pass, to walk, dreaming on a better tomorrow, sometimes waiting for a friend,  for my girlfriend, or just spending the evening Walking to my home instead of taking a bus, and arriving happy to put in a good spot on my bookshelf my new treasures.  A collection forged in years, that if you watch it may seem to be poor, but for me every book keeps a good memory of how it came to my place, that is why I call them my treasures  every time I clean, read or just watch them, I remember all the good times I’ve found beneath their pages, all the evenings and the afternoons I’ve spent with them, drinking coffee, shivering in the cold night, dreaming in strange beds, strange places, but finding a book always next to me, to take me, to teach me, to help me, to care me……