Nov 9, 2012
R O M A
Barely outside a five star hotel (wouldn't you imagine a clean place?) which is not even in proper Rome and I already understand why they say (they? who are they? They are the ones that know about every certain matter. 99.9% of the times, no one involved in the conversation actually knows them. Love it) that Buenos Aires looks like Paris and smells like Rome. After thirty or so years, I must admit, they were right.
But that was not the beginning. So I will start from the very beginning. After all, isn't Rome one of the beginnings of everything? To me, it is.
Upon boarding the aircraft, seeing my guests of the day makes my day. A good vibe in the air -and no, it wasn't because of my usual sparkling mood. Old. young, middle age crisisers, women, babies ... everybody all the way to catering men upon landing in Rome are beautifully sexy (saying babies makes it seem sick, I apologize, babies are just oddly beautiful, like they are not normal babies with those purple tones and wrinkles all over).
NOTE: catering people are usually not the prettiest selection of human beings. Definitely not sexy. This beauty phenomena only occurred in Vienna where even garbage man was so handsome and in East Europe where you don't know whether to focus on architecture or people!
So Italians, Europeans but not so much. My European concept includes English, French, Germans and other Nordic nations. No intention of offending anyone but Italians are a lot more Latin than the rest of Europeans: they have sun and winter is not S O cold. Everything, all, from infrastructure, vehicles to all the rest of the etc's is a lot more shabby, less technologically daring, and no, there are no surprising treats. It's like all has been seen, smelt, heard somewhere or at some point before. All is very used. Third hand feel to it.
Still, and despite all that, how cute is the POLIZIA, their uniforms, the sirens. Ah... big big sigh.
For a while, during the train ride, I felt I was in some sort of porteño neighbourhood. A familiar and cozy air that I can't really describe so I will not even try. I felt I am no stranger in that ghetto. There are lots of clothes hanging everywhere, people sleeping under the bridge! THAT was a surprise.
Graffiti blanketed the side of the roads. And this gives me a hint of what is well known: Romans (Italians I should say) are into demonstrations, expressions, colours. Passively, or not so much, they are loud. They d o n o t g o unnoticed.
Some buildings really lack in style and I wonder why. This is Italy after all, land where every word is beautiful. But they make up in decadent colourfulness. Those style-less buildings, so alive with their balconies full of either clothes or plants, they commingle with old day pompous palazzos -nowadays I bet they are overpopulated villas. Their glory, long time dead.
T H A T my dear reader, was my intro to ROME.
Finally I emerge: monuments, fountains, churches, forests, marble and all that Piazza del Popolo means to me, you and everybody that takes a first step in there.
And remember that all of a sudden I realized why they say that Buenos Aires smells like Rome? Well, even sharper, more abrupt was my realization that Rome is Rome and has kept her category during thousands of years for a reason. Zero Vanity. OR 100% vanity? The grandness , magnitude, prodigiousness (you know what I mean, right?) of what I was about to see sank in. And as loud, chatty, expressive, sentimental and demonstrative as I can be (you can take the Italian out of Italy but not Italy out of the Italian, or was that for the English only?) I am
speechless.
Oct 31, 2012
PEKÍN
Beijing. Year 2012.
Population: approx. 19.612million human beings (and not many living dogs)
And which are the odds of taking the same train to go at 07:30h and to come back at 11:30h as any other randon couple with a baby in a carrycot?
1 in 19.612million? (Statistics is not my cup of tea) Anyway, lucky me!
When I saw them on way there I thought of smiling at them but then an odd feeling took over me and I didn't:
I got all paranoid about the baby being dead, or a stolen baby or maybe just a massive block of heroine covered and made up to look as a baby.
That's how I remembered an ordinary couple of chinese people with an ordinarily dressed up baby. Because I studied them as If I'd be asked to IDEntify them later on. Odd. I told you.
Anyways . Ordinary Chinese. Exotic to us westerners. They look at us like we look at them probably. And even though they are pretty much everywhere (have you been somewhere without Chinese people or Chinatown? I don't think I have) we -or I- still react to them as if ... As if what? Don't know. But I react to them.
Most the time I think I am normal towards them, but when I see a father running behind his kid learning to walk with a camera and find myself thinking "ah they are like us, they take a million graceless pictures of a baby learning to walk" , that's when I realize I am not normal towards them or I don't think they are the same same . Same same but different.
Dear Beijing, I prefer to call you pekin. And I hope both you don't mind and you apologize me .
I have missed you more than I thought. Coming back, breathing the chilled polluted air you feed us, being as harassed by the bicycles in the street as by the looks of strangers... Your aromas, your sounds, your Asian idiosyncrasies , yet so superior -though maybe in a more decadent way- than so many other so called Asian capitals.
Pekin, you've seen me growing into a champion when it comes to sucking the spaghetti out of the lettuce and peanuts soup with the chop sticks , noise & splash included , just like any fellow Chinese .
Pekin pekin , I sight upon the thought of you . I hold my breath upon your public toilets . I am always hungry of your teachings. My heart is always open to you.
Jan 5, 2012
JObs Did The job
Is there steve?
Thank You!
I am going down another road that this friend took me through:
There is always some sort of chemistry, physical attraction. Even when you think this person isn't damned good looking, your inner self, liked it at a first quick unconscious glance. And that's how and when it all start(ed)s.
And, I would lie if I denied it. What first appealed me, was physical attraction.
That's how Myself and Mac got started.
It's a love for ambition, perfection, the A team, flawless, stylish and SO much more. It's an intimate relationship. Me and my Mac, we spend nights together, share the bed, doing all sorts of things. And when we don't hang out, I miss her, her light, her warmth. She's a part of me now.
I love Mac.
So much I love Mac I would have felt weird. Until I read this article ; it says that a neurological study was conducted and people interacting with Apple prods have the same brain chemical reaction as people in mass or some sort of religious experience. Weird? Outstanding branding? The best marketing ever? Or simple products out of this world? You pray, I praise Mac.
And it was. At first, I liked it that it was a whole computer inside a colorful TV. I had no clue what a computer is used for, but it just looked so pretty I wanted one.
Later on, screen graphs were so much cooler than blueish unstylish (if that word ever exists) unfriendly unaesthetic Windows ones.
When I became a little bit aware, my love developed into the firsts signs of what my psychiatrist -if I still attended her sessions- would call an obsession.
And one day, I did it. I opened my heart. I let it in. And it transformed my life. It changed the way of interacting in life, with life, through life. And it all happened with a Mac in between my hands, her heat in my lap, the screen faithfully taking my confessions, loyally keeping my secrets. The keys replying to my touch in that soft voice . Agh, a love of a lifetime. Perfect partner. Can multitask, make you dance, make you smile, provide mental input, lighten up -literally speaking- your nights, sooth your days and moods. . . Just by looking at her, touching her silky body. Just-So-Perfect.
Another friend of mine, I did. I had a flirt thing. But now we are friends and even do MacThreesomes sometimes ... so this friend once explained me so that I could understand, in simple girlish enough for girls that only blog and email terms, just how powerful it is, other than perfect minimalist yet classic beauty that I hold in my hands: PC = Boing777, MAC=SpaceRocket. Since then , I love it infinite times more.
Nowadays, I'd rather be a bump with a Mac (there's WI-Fi everywhere) than have a PC. That's just how far it's gone. Helpless. But, as I always say: why do things half way when you can go even further than a 100%? I think Steve thought the same way. And it shows. Proud of him! He did change the world. A N D , AANNNDDD he was a green minded person. That's a plus. AAAAAAaaaaaaannnnnd, yeah, maybe he changed it in an odd way, but he made it better and prettier, and even better sounding place. So cheers mate!
You know what happened? How this issue started? If Mac is my life love then iPhone is like our kid, Dancing Flake. I loved it so much I gave it to my sister and got myself another one. Just for the celebration of iPhone. 'Coz it's so much more than a phone, or a music player, or a mini computer, or a mini portable library, or an instant international post office, or a game centre all in one: Sudoku, solitary, hangman (? this one to guess the words), calculator, agenda, and ask for it, and you got it.
And then one day, I was dancing dancing dancing, and my iPhone convulsed, jumped off my back pants' pocket and died, crashed against the floor. I couldn't believe it.
I cant' get over it. I just can't. No break up has ever hurt as much as loosing my iPhone, the dancing flake ll, that was it's name... Agh! Deep breath. Life is not the same. Life is dull, communications don't shine, not to mention that they are slower than the turtle Manuelita, views just ain't represented the right way.
For us , simple materialist mortals, that find religious value in an electronic device of such perfect characteristics, there is no life after Apple, there is agony. Life without it is i n c o m p l e t e.
Dec 28, 2011
Lustmanity
My
stillness
Red
wine my dress
You
craving a zip
Stares
collide.
Covering the air
Lust.
Explosion.
My
red lipstick
Painting
you now
Drunken by the
Flavor
of desire
Ecstasy
We
dance
In
trance
To
the melody
Of
wrongness
Celebrating
Human
behaviour
Simple
pleasures
Sinful
souls
P.
DXB
Dec.'08
Nov 15, 2011
The Moon has been misinterpreted
She owns the night
She lives among the stars
She enlightens the lovers
She lives among the stars
She enlightens the lovers
They see her dance
They see her smile
They see her shine
They see her smile
They see her shine
No arms reach to hug her
The sun never warms her
Her smile, lake of lonely tears.
The sun never warms her
Her smile, lake of lonely tears.
Oct 11, 2011
Saving Jade
We'd never seen such waves, and we
wouldn't miss them for anything in the world. As soon as we finished
the morning joint -that would be our last joint ever- we dove in. The
waves were so far but the currents helped us there very quickly. Man,
were they big?! Once on the spot I got afraid, they were massive.
After the first one broke on top of us, I started swimming back to
the shore. At least trying. I yelled at Mark to do the same, but when
I looked back his head was the size of a pin and a kilometer away, at
least.
Another wave threatened from behind. I
tried to surf it, but it scrambled me
all over. I swam up as fast as I could to catch a breath, but the
next wave's roar was deafening, even from under the water. And so
they went by, a nonstop breaking waves procession. The bottom was too
deep and the current too strong. The surface a thousand kilometers
atop, the waves were too big and too often. Terrifying indeed. I
struggled and paddled until I was too tired and gave in to the
underwater universe.
I don't know how it happened. When I
realized I felt something, I was bouncing against the shore's softer
sand. I was awed. I was alive. My joy lasted a split second: where's Mark?
I was too afraid to look at reality. Just pelicans, palm trees our
beach hut and the most gigantic Pacific waves I would ever see. No
human life. I yelled like a mad woman, cried and wished the sea had
swallowed me too.
How was I to explain his mother that we
got high in Barras de Santiago, El Salvador, went for a swim
and lost his son in the sea? How would I return with a dead body? No,
not even the body! How did I not try to stop him? I stayed seated in the shore, let the baby waves
caress my head hanging between my knees and broke into tears while I
drowned in shock.
I was elsewhere, my mind at a remote
stand when someone shook me, I could hear a voice. This person
kept shaking me and talking. “I lost the hei tiki the maori
guy gave me, he was right, it protected me. I couldn't come out to
the surface when this wave took my necklace and spat me out and
pushed me away from the current and brought me back, but she took my
jade. The jade saved my life.” Mark's words sinked in and brought
me back to life.
Sep 29, 2011
Living in The Eternity of the Cyber Universe
I am outraged.
Last night I found out that everything we do say and write or happens in the net, same as Vegas, stays in the net. No way to Undo. OK. I will forget about eight out of ten of that stuff in less than a week anyway.
But what really got me, flipped me and drove me totally insane -ok, I have a life, it wasn't as bad as it sounds, but you get my point?- is that I have a gmail account, and that comes with so many others that I didn't ask for, didn't even know they exist, don't know what they are for and last but not least and worst of all HAVE a life of their own. So when I try to mutilate those parasite accounts, I can't.
They are a pest for which I have no pesticide. Nobody has it, or maybe Mr.Google does but won't share the recipe. This is such a violation to my rights. To everyone's rights.
First I thought I'm just a computer dummie and can't find the link to de-activate such accounts. Then I email a friend asking for advice and releasing my tension and frustration of having been publicly sharing some info without even knowing, then I sleep and today I went on with my research to find out there is no solution and a whole lotta bunch of people in the same situation. And there are heaps of forums of people complaining about the same.
I'm talking to you Mr. Google:
do you think because you are a stiff ass nerd computer genius with a lot of money you can do that?
Well, you are so damned right. Because you actually do it.
But I hope you know what you are doing is SO WRONG!!
why don't you share THAT with the whole cyber universe Mr.G?
Since when can the net decide for me to what services do I sign up for? If they at least informed me -in a way I understood that they are informing me that I am being signed up for something that I don't like, don't want, don't even know what it's for AND HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO ACCEPT OR ACCEPT- I wouldn't be so upset because at least they had the decency of letting me know they are doing with my cyber life whatever their unhappy arses feel like. But instead they rob me of such basic rights as knowledge & decision making.
Or maybe it's a generational difference? That Mr.G cool dawg here thinks he can do whatever he feels like simply because he is the boss and I am to accept simply because I am not the boss? Naye, I don't think so. I bet a lot of older than him people feel like I do too. At least if they know how it works...
We should unite forces and not let these things happen! Fight for our rights!! I wish I could cancel my Google account but if I do so I'd loose my blog. And you, dear readers, would loose me. And we don't want that to happen. I know...Sad. In the end, it's always all about me. haha.
Shame on them all!
Sep 28, 2011
yogi tips for a better life
"better to slip with your feet than with your tongue"
"WheN you are iN tuNe With the uNkNoWN, the kNoWN is p e a c e f u l "
"when the mind is backed by will, miracles happen"
"without realizing who you are, happiness cannot come to you"
"life is a gift, if you don't value your gift, nobody else will"
" l e t y o u r h e a r t g u i d e y o u "
"never utter a wrong word, think a wrong thought or wish a wrong wish"
"real happiness lies in that which never comes nor goes, but simply is"
"DON'T TAKE PRide in t a k i n g . g i v e a n d y ou will BE GIVEN VIRTUES"
"there are three values: feel good, be good and do good"
"where there is lve, there is n questin"
"obey, serve, love, EXCEL"
" u n i t e with your o w n h i g h e r s e l f and create a f r i e n d s h i p "
"there is a beauty in your presence. sh0w wh0 you are"
"don't sleEp counting sheEps. count blessings, then sleEp"
"when you know that all is light you are enlightened"
"may your light become a living universal light"
"we are here to love each other, serve each other and uplift each other"
"to learn, r e a d . to know, w r i t e . to master, t e a c h"
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