Always be happy! to be here, to be almost there, to be with, to almost be with and to have such a clear idea of what life is about - VIVA LA VIDA!
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Friday, December 18, 2009
Catharsis
What would happen if I change my attitude? If all of the sudden I am mean, I am careless, I am destructive and unfair? What difference would it make?Maybe not to the world, maybe not to society, but to me?
Would it be better?
Would it be nice?Would it be fair?
Would it be neat?
Would it be cool?
Would it be a treat?
Why do we do the things we do? Who do we need to please or render tribute? Why is it cool to be good people when the rest of the world is acting like chipmunks?
Is there any guide? Is there any treaty? Is there a good source to find a good reason?
At the end of the day it is me and my soul… it is me and my conscience… it is me and my God.
Treat you well, act accordingly. No rewards no good findings.
Just myself, just me, lonely.
Just my trust, just the calm.
Just the good feeling, lonely.
Friday, December 11, 2009
Life according to me, lesson 9
The best of us arises in difficult times...right after the worse of us takes over and we try to blame others for our own inability to find the way...wake up and smell the coffee! right here, right now, you have the chance to come back, bigger and better...I live for this.
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Friday, December 4, 2009
Gus the whale
Las Vegas, Nevada. December 2, 2009.
I was waiting for my dinner, at The Pub. Having a nice Murphy’s red and listening to the bar singer decently pulling off a Garth Brooks tune that made me call my sister. I wondered about the pub’s logo: a big whale spouting fire. I wondered. Could it be Moby Dick? Is Melville even Irish, anyway? The bartender was a nice guy, probably in his mid 40’s or early 50’s . Hard to tell. He started talking to me, not in a rude –hitting on me – kind of mode, but in a friendly – I love my job - way. So I asked: why the whale? Is it Moby Dick? And then he said: oh no, it’s BIGGER than Moby. It’s Gus. Do you know about Gus?, he said. And then the story came, while sipping my Irish beer and listening to the pub’s singer version of Friends in low places.
Legend has it that back in the 1500 or 1600’s, European pirates where sailing the Caribbean, when they spotted the biggest sea creature ever seen: it was a whale, bigger and longer than their boats. They went greedy and opened fire with all they’ve got. But the creature got mad after all this teasing with tiny little bullets, so it came after the big pirate boat, opened it’s big wide mouth and swallowed the whole boat, pirates and armor included. It didn’t take much for Gus, the Whale, to ingest the entire pirate crew, boat and all.
Dead silence. Full whale… but then, an intense fire came out from its spout… and so the whale continued sailing the wide sea.
From that time on, every time you see a whale spouting fire, is either that it ate the powder barrels from a pirate ship or that the sturdy pirates are still in it, smoking their cigars and firing their pistols from the creatures underbelly, trying to get out of it.
I liked the story, it was better than expected. It is always a good feeling when you find somebody enjoying their work, giving you their best in an environment so easily corrupted by the sad look of the occasional depressive drinker or the bitter foreigners hiding from the loud singer that is too much for their phlegmatic taste.
I was waiting for my dinner, at The Pub. Having a nice Murphy’s red and listening to the bar singer decently pulling off a Garth Brooks tune that made me call my sister. I wondered about the pub’s logo: a big whale spouting fire. I wondered. Could it be Moby Dick? Is Melville even Irish, anyway? The bartender was a nice guy, probably in his mid 40’s or early 50’s . Hard to tell. He started talking to me, not in a rude –hitting on me – kind of mode, but in a friendly – I love my job - way. So I asked: why the whale? Is it Moby Dick? And then he said: oh no, it’s BIGGER than Moby. It’s Gus. Do you know about Gus?, he said. And then the story came, while sipping my Irish beer and listening to the pub’s singer version of Friends in low places.
Legend has it that back in the 1500 or 1600’s, European pirates where sailing the Caribbean, when they spotted the biggest sea creature ever seen: it was a whale, bigger and longer than their boats. They went greedy and opened fire with all they’ve got. But the creature got mad after all this teasing with tiny little bullets, so it came after the big pirate boat, opened it’s big wide mouth and swallowed the whole boat, pirates and armor included. It didn’t take much for Gus, the Whale, to ingest the entire pirate crew, boat and all.
Dead silence. Full whale… but then, an intense fire came out from its spout… and so the whale continued sailing the wide sea.
From that time on, every time you see a whale spouting fire, is either that it ate the powder barrels from a pirate ship or that the sturdy pirates are still in it, smoking their cigars and firing their pistols from the creatures underbelly, trying to get out of it.
I liked the story, it was better than expected. It is always a good feeling when you find somebody enjoying their work, giving you their best in an environment so easily corrupted by the sad look of the occasional depressive drinker or the bitter foreigners hiding from the loud singer that is too much for their phlegmatic taste.
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