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jueves, 26 de abril de 2018

Denial



Shall I get you another one? No. Maybe yes, but for me too. I can sit with you for a while, there are no more customers. Well, if you’re fine with it. Sure. What are you writing about? I’m just putting these thoughts on paper just not to forget them, you see, I’m always thinking of how things may be connected among each other, I believe there’s some kind of thread joining events for interpretation. Whose interpretations, ours, for example? Perhaps but I think events are more like: served for feelings; it’s like sensing. Don’t you think it might be just chance? Sure, but chance doesn’t work all the time for everyone; some people’s chances could be some other’s facts or logic consequences. For instance? You open this café everyday and expect customers, you are not leaving at least until I’m gone, I came here for a coffee and now we’re talking; you see, for me this is chance, but for you it’s a logic consequence: this is the first time I’m having a conversation with you but sure it’s not the first time you have a word with a customer. Well, it’s getting more common every time, few people are coming. Let’s hope it won’t get any worse. Please.

Tell me more about your thoughts, how they’re served? Most of them are built because of a feeling, so let’s say you’re not thinking until you put a feeling on it. I’m not following. You are indeed, what you are is unsure how to feel about it. It sounds weird to you, I may be even weirder but you’re not certain and there’s a part of you kind of interested, so you’re not thinking about it, you’re processing it and only after that you’re going to put a feeling on it, and that will be when you think: either I’m a waste of time or this is perhaps more interesting than it looks. It is more complex for sure. Of course, but it’s amusing to realize that almost every information we believe we think it is not so, that it is more the result of a feeling embracing such information and, base on that, we take part of something like: going or not to vote next elections, so we are not going to choose really, especially those who are not going to vote. In the time of our parents youth most of the info used to be gathered by newspapers; there were these sections that actually separated the news and in many cases, people then not always processed it along with a feeling, at least not like we do now. It could be so, but I also think (yes, think) that feelings could come up because of the anxiety the current situation has been pushing us all though. True, and anxiety is also, or least in my perspective, a feeling. Let me tell you something crazy, so you can actually think about it that way: you asked me what I was writing about. I think (based on a feeling) that the actual staff of the high government want to resign, they just don’t want to do it with the actual opposition, so that’s why we’re having these candidates and yes, the guy who used to stand for them will win, and a transition will start by the end of the year. What about the constituent assembly? Their job is to write a new constitution; a new one that allows them enjoy what they’ve made so far. I think you’re crazy. I know, but I really wanted to write it and now I’m posting it. Thanks for the coffee.

lunes, 29 de enero de 2018

another taste…





A little taste from a beer: a black one; a black one that puts some of my thoughts chatting with my memories, so I remember Berlin. It was my first trip as tourist to Europe; I had been in Frankfurt before but it was as a musician: something I’m not being for a while.
By that time - Berlin, not Frankfurt - we had this mechanism so called cupo and, while others used it to bring dollars for making themselves more stable, I used it to know some of the world, and thanks God I did it, now a Venezuelan hardly makes ten dollars a month…
I actually feel this remorse when I reach thirty dollars because it is not common, so I write while having a beer, a beer that costs more than a working day for most fellows. I get a little taste, another one, and see this picture: no one can even buy something just for pleasure nowadays. Everything is only for the necessary, so you can understand how guilty we may feel for having a beer. I get another taste. In a time when every working hour is just to calm down hunger a little, the president says he’s running again because, surprise, we’re having elections within three months. He practically doesn't have opposition, well, he does; the majority hates the guy, his people know it, the thing is he controls the bureau, the army, the courts; everything from the public administration, he probably controls the opposition leaders, although that's just a rumor. A few days ago the Supreme Court released a sentence that forbids CNE, the electoral power of the nation, include the coalition of the opposition members, who had been unified as a single party. Divide and conquer, and we’re everyone for itself. There’re also anti-government people who despise their representatives (their own, not Maduro’s ones) as much as the president, so you can imagine who may win. I get another taste. I picture myself three months from now and wonder again how could this guy and his people actually have supporters: I know why, but still, l can't get it, what I can get is another taste…

Hunger is the best tool for these politicians, the promise of being fed without working looks like a paradise on Earth, in this case Venezuela, and it’s just a promise, they don't even have to, let's say, fulfill it. Last December they said on national TV they were importing (because we don't produce a shit anymore) pork meat for all and it didn't happen. There were even riots for it. They said, again, on national TV, they were not to blame but Portugal (at first) then Trump (it used to be Obama before) and then Santos (the president of Colombia is always guilty of something) It has to be someone from abroad unless the responsible lies on the opposition, in that case that person will be guilty of charge for sure... and yes, their people believe those things and I won’t take another taste because I took my last one while realizing we haven´t realized properly yet; this could get even worse, worse enough to stop writing and posting because there won’t be time nor resources for it. I still have a twitter account, I mean, we’re bad but there’s more to worsen…
See you!

miércoles, 13 de diciembre de 2017

The second high school




This is an idea I’ve been thinking of for a while. We spent three years wearing blue chemises with jean pants; we call that period basic education. It is – or it was – supposed to come along after six years of elementary, and then - if passes the tests - we wear the beige ones for two more years; with jeans too, that’s what I did at least. From some time and on it changed - I’ve heard - but the way I remember it’s as described. 

Those five years were a very important moment of transformation. I believe I have to clarify some points so I won’t be misunderstood. I’m not an expert of the subject, I know there’re a lot of studies which explains from a scientific approach what I want to imply here; I’m aware of it. I’m just sharing my perception so you can leave me yours… As I’ve wrote it, I may keep going. Transformation; metamorphosis, becoming. Our voice, taste and senses; among many other things, provides our brain with a lot of information we recode by instinct, for instance – and forgive me for the example – we achieve to discover that suck my dick it’s not just an insult but something you may get done and felt. So many things change… 

We got together in groups of forty, forty high school students per classroom. We used to have three short breaks for switching teachers. Those three breaks… 

The breaks were the moment for sharing, the time to be admired or mocked by the rest, the time that; in spite of wearing the same clothes and looking not so different from each other, we start showing ourselves the way we think we’re going to be. So we develop character, passions, interests, poses and pretendings among some other things… 

We get adults; we get adults with a promise, a promise of a future, a future we have to work for until you realize you live – not before deny it a bunch of times – under a communist regime.  

But what does it mean? 

Nothing at all
It is just the second high school…

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