The Loving Wall Street

21 Sep

How long has it been ever since you turned on the radio and listened to a song of a dying love, or a boy missing a girl, or a girl complaining of an ex? (And yes, you know who I am talking about). How long, O Reader? A year, a month, a week, a day ago perhaps…? Maybe it hasn’t been that long, considering the word love has become a rather empty term nowdays in my opinion. What do I mean? Well, hopefully I will make sense, as this is quite a difficult topic for me. Trust me, I’ve always had a hard time explaining why I am disappointed lately with this thing everybody calls “love”.

Ever since the start of the Industrialization, love themes have become a rather sell-a-lot tactic used by several people, including film studios, greeting cards companies and other businessmen. Why? I am not really sure. I could give away the theory that they use it to manipulate people’s emotions and longing for company in a rather harsh world like the one we’re living in right now, and thus fabricate in their minds a perfect substitute of actual tenderness with those lies that you can find love and care with physical stimulation…

…But I would be exaggerating, surely.

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Oh, come on! You saw this one coming!

My point is, people have used love as a way of marketing for their own benefit nowdays, at such rate that it has long lost its sacred meaning. It no longer means the complete and pure devotion to one and another: it is just “I like you a lot” and “We should be together in the same house, sharing the same bed”. Or so I’ve noticed.

According to this, love must lead to a systematized relationship with anniversaries, gifts, dinners, kisses, hugs, etcetera. Love can only be shown that way. It is “real love” if a pair of heterosexual people embraces and smooches their faces off, until they suck their freckles and pimples with their kisses; but beware if you tell a person of a same sex that you love them: they will call you “gay” because the media says that it is not possible to hold a strong regard—stronger than the lover’s relationship regard, perhaps—and devotion to a person. Oh no. Love is reduced to partners, kisses and daily Whatsapp messages telling you “I wuv u, honeh <3!”. You’re an oddball if you dare to say that you love your same-sex best friend, because that word has been reserved to lovers’ relationships in this age.

…But again, maybe I am exaggerating.

No. I cannot keep calm with such grammar.

However, if I am saying all of this, is because I noticed a possible symptom of the meaning of love’s decay. That symptom is called…

Friendzone

What is “Friendzone”? According to Wikipedia, it is desire to enter into a relationship with a certain person, whereas said person doesn’t reciprocate the love whatsoever. Usually, the rejected person is a male who is rejected by the loved one, the female. But I will not get into the sexist issue in here. I will let Rivu Dasgupta and Amanda Marcotte explain that part. I want to, however, get into the root of this concept.

I once promised in my last article to delve more into why I am rather angry at this concept. Well, promise’s a promise, so here’s my main problem with it, and it’s not just the reciprocation duty of the “loved” one:
It’s a symptom that human’s relationships are deteriorating.

As I grew up, I came to learn that love’s not like Disney painted it. In fact, as I heard my friends sputter to each other seas and seas of “OMG, I WUV U, BABY, I LUV YOU SOOO MUCH, MISS U 2~!!11!1”, I came to understand that love had become some sort of game in where words, kisses and hugs were obligatory toys. It’s hard to explain, I know. But just look it at this way: when has it been the last time you told yourself that you love deeply a friend? Not the romantic-attraction way, but the companionship way. When has it been ever since a guy told his friend how much he loved him, without the fear of being accused of homosexuality? When has it been that you let the silence express your feelings towards a person, without the use of words…?

When was the last time you let a person know you really loved him/her without words or gifts?

…and without the delicious candy roses?

I am not saying that you can’t tell how much you care about a person with gifts and words. In fact, sometimes they’re better than nothing else. I have no right to tell which way is the better to love… But let’s face it: how many people have wondered about the real meaning of love, without the need of gifts and words? How many times do people wonder what can they do for people, instead of the other way around, just because of love?

I promised in my last article as well my story with a beggar and why it is relevant in this little rant of mine. Y’see, many months ago, I met a rather mentally unstable beggar on a local park. I thought it would be the right thing to do to give him my delicious coconut cookies as he had no food around. So I approached to him and offered them to him. And he accepted them…only to throw them away from him. He ate them later as I noticed from afar, but I felt quite…insulted. Angry, let’s say. I felt awful. I was giving him my precious cookies (and oh boy, how much I love coconut cookies!), and he thanked me this way…? I felt terrible and wanting to walk away while giving him a “You’re awful” glance.

But I did not.

Maybe I had a reason to feel terrible, yes, but then I wondered this: why was I giving him the cookies? For his gratitude, for his thanks, for his admiration…? For his love…? When I thought of it that way, I realized that maybe I was being terribly selfish with my anger. I shouldn’t be angry. I saw from afar that he wasn’t completely alright in his head. And I gave him cookies to help him. If I expected something in return, then mine wasn’t an actual good deed: it was a trade. My cookies for your respect. I wasn’t helping him: I was helping my ego. And that shouldn’t be.

Even though I still feel sad for that day, I keep this idea with me: I will meet more people like that beggar, and some will be mentally stable, and worse, than him. And if I stop doing what I think is the most correct thing to do just because it will make me “feel sad and hated”, then maybe I should start working on my persona first, before moving onto other people. And I would lie if I say that I am now willing to live without this anger, but at least I am glad I learned something valuable in that day: love’s never selfish.

I also want to dedicate this article to the delicious coconut cookies, certainly one of God’s most perfect creations ever.

Love has been transformed into a Frankenstein monster thanks to the actual media. It’s made of systems, rules, gifts, and even tons of sexual needs, even though the word itself is a far stronger notion than the physical attraction: it is one of the purest forms of social cohesion, a gift to all living beings.

Love songs scream a lot how much they care about a person and how much they miss his/her kisses, caresses, skin… But, so far, I have heard no more than five songs that explore something beyond all that physical/emotional side.

Love has become so tarnished that it no longer means what it tried to mean. It has become a marketing tactic to attract people. It has transformed into a toy that promises happiness to one, but doesn’t teach how to make somebody else happy. No. This 2000s are all about me. This is quite an individualistic age.

Love has become a market. If you give, you must receive something as a thanks because you’ve proved to be a “nice” person who has felt such pure feeling. Love is no longer a gift to give to the world, but a Multi Pass that will let you get inside a one-thousand doors. It’s a medal—a title.

Love has become almost a synonym of pleasure, of reward. It is no longer what it actually meant: a cure for the world.

…But again, this is just my opinion. You, as always, have the last word, O Reader.

Thanks a bunch for reading!

The New Word Order, or why you should worry about the shape of your toilet

11 Aug

I have a philosophy—an odd one, but I believe you might appreciate it wholly: I judge a place according to the state of its bathroom. Is it clean? The, let’s say, restaurant is a carefully taken place. Is it filthy? They sure have no manners or values in here! I don’t care about the decoration or the atmosphere of a restaurant: I won’t like it if its bathroom it’s not in clean shape. Why? Because it’s a sanitary place I have to trust my body to. And if it is not in good condition, it means that the restaurant sure gives a damn about me! Some tiny places in the roads and in little towns can be understandable with the low economy and all, but the big places…? Now, there’s no excuse, is it?

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There’s a good reason why it tends to be called a “throne”…

I won’t blame you if you find this philosophy silly or ridiculous. Everyone’s entitled to their opinion. However, if I am sharing you this bit is because I couldn’t find a better analogy for the topic I want to discuss briefly today: the 21st century’s neologisms.

Let’s pretend we’re going to dine to a restaurant, shall we? We open the door, say hello to the waiter, he takes us to the table, we order our food… And oh boy, the restaurant sure is classy! Look at the tigers in the walls! Look at the dragons in the roof! Look at the restaurant itself: it’s spinning! What a modern place! Screw the food: this place sure got the vibe! The food surely’s made of plastic and GMOs, but God, the restaurant is filled with lots of technological and scientific gadgets that massages us, spoil us and even replaces our legs and arms when it’s time to eat! Like a baby, you’re given the food in a spoon directed by the computer! Oh God, such a wondrous place!

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You spin me right round, baby, right round…~!

But after the dinner, it’s time to evacuate everything, so we run to the bathroom to save ourselves from a huge embarrassing moment. And uh oh, the toilet is all filthy, stained and bathed with flies… What the hell? Why such inconsideration? Is this the real spirit of the restaurant? Is it too filthy despite the technological advances? Is it because the toilet was forgotten or something…?

Lame example, but this is where we begin.

The 21st century is being bombarded by neologisms that reflect the society’s current state. Concepts like selfie, bullying and Friendzone are becoming recurrent in the social networks and for a reason: they’re marking an aspect of the people’s spirit of this century, in a good or a terrible manner. I chose these three for several reasons, but I would like to emphasize on Friendzone for several reasons. However, it will be the topic of the next post, surely. For now, I will briefly explain the three as whole:

Selfie: It’s a new way to call self-taken photographs for…well, no reason that I understand. In fact, this activity’s not exclusive of this century: it was done in the 1900s. Artists and photographs would occasionally take photos of themselves for several reasons, surely all of them for artistic or intimate reasons, so what’s the big deal about it? Well, easy: it’s become so—so—common nowdays that it will soon become a verb, like sneezing. And that would be no problem…if it weren’t a sign that people are becoming a bit more narcissistic.

Puddle, puddle in the brook, who’s the fairest on Facebook~?

Some studies have found that this practice, if done in an excessive manner, is a sign of damaged self-esteem or an unhealthy way of calling for attention. These problems, again, have been present from the very past, but you gotta wonder why suddenly this term and situation got a name in these years. And, in my most humble opinion that could be wrong, I link it to the fact that society has become less…social and more self-interested and apathetic.

Now that technology’s “saving” us from the need of walking outside, greeting tête-a-tête with other people and socializing as, you know, in the past, there has been less reasons to walk outside and live in flesh and blood the reality. Oh no, now you can live it from the comfort and safety from your laptop, and which can even measure your “acceptability” with “likes” and “shares”, something uncommon in real life. Technology, as helpful it is (it has helped us create campaigns for justice and truth, and of course, share information and destroy the lies given us by the uncontrolled media), as problematic it can be if not handled correctly. And I think the term “selfie” is a symptom that society’s not handling well the social side of the technology, if not a symptom that we’re disconnecting from each other now that we’ve weaved a new reality through our computers.

Bullying: This will be a bonus for anybody who knows Spanish, as this comes from a language-based opinion. I don’t know how long English language has had this term, but it is recent in the Spanish lexicon, at least as far as I’ve known. When I was a child, I never heard of this term. Abuse and pestering was common (and I suffered it), but Spanish language never had a term for this because it wasn’t really part of our life. It wasn’t rare, or common. But it sure wasn’t as explosive as today.

In the recent years, bullying became a known and even common term in my country because the abuse cases grew in number (and in cruelty…), and soon it borrowed the English “bullying”. And it became a school term.

I find this a bit creepy. I would cite you, O Reader, examples of the recent cruelty of Mexican children in several schools, but no, I’ll save you from the nightmares. However, I find it disturbing that the abuses in school have become so common that it soon became a label and a term. A term known by everybody. A term, in my opinion, that shouldn’t exist. Why? Because violence is not acceptable. It shouldn’t exist in schools. There should be no name for these acts. None at all.

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If you were about to kill your twin, surely it would be a “twinicide”, but what happens when a Spanish peasant appears on your aim as well…? Would it be called “hispanitwinicide”?

However, this adaption of the word “bullying” just means to me something: society’s losing culture and values. Be it the media, be it the lame parenting, be it the lame shallow values of today… Dunno, but something’s transforming the kids into little killing and—yes, with a most painful heart to say it—raping machines. The culture’s becoming downgraded and rotten. Parents no longer educate their children to love and accept, but to “punch back if he bullies you”. Society’s getting an awful stench, like our hypothetical restaurant’s smelly toilet.

Friendzone: I want to dedicate this term a whole topic of its own because I sure got a long rant about it, but I will leave you guys a preview of why I have a problem with it: it has sensationalized relationships. Or better said, it has turned it into toys and stereotypes. Relationships, according to what I always understood, were something far more complex and enduring, and it seems that nowdays even love is based on a set of rules and systems that I don’t even understand, and I tend to feel more comfortable when I do things that are ruled and organized!

Friendzone means that you’ve been good to a certain person after a long time and then is “delegated” into a friend and not into something far more serious, like a boyfriend or lover. This tends to be played for laughs because, well, one expects a better treatment after you treat well somebody else… And that’s my problem: why? Why do you gotta be treated better or even sexually paid because you were “nice”? If you expected something, then you weren’t even a friend: you were an interested person.

I would tell you an anecdote I lived with a beggar on a park that could count as an example… But no. I’ll save it for the next article, that, hopefully, will be written soon. But I will resume by saying that Friendzone’s a sign that human relationships have become something far too different, if not immature, than before.

There are more concepts we could talk about. But I wanted to look at these three and give my opinion. But again, O Reader, you have the final word. I’m certain I might be wrong in some facts, and so I apologize if any mistake was done. However, get in mind that I tend to complain because I wish for a better world for you, me and the future generations. And my helplessness tends to remind me that the sole thing I can do for the moment is to write, hoping somebody might receive some help with these articles.

Thanks for reading!

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Writing Place: The Daily Post Challenge

28 Jun

This is a post in response to the Daily Prompt Challenge from “The Daily Post”. This time, it is the Writing Place, which is about where do you produce your best writing material and why, and add a little description. I got quite some stories about the places I’ve been writing in, but I will make it brief. Don’t want to write too intimate stuff…

I certainly can’t write at home without dying of heat or remembering I gotta do other chores before I can finally relax!
The best place I can write without feeling invaded or awkward is my school library. Not only I have thousands of books in where I can get inspiration from and a rather silent environment, but I feel as if writing is a job I must attend to and take care as much as possible. Although it’s hard to find a good seat, the tables somehow transform everything into a more intimate place and give you enough space for your arms and books. The library transforms my hobby into a duty, and I tend to appreciate more my duty than my hobbies, heh.
I wish I could say home, where the heart belongs, is the best place to write for me. But it’s a tiny space, filled with stress and noise, and even with negative emotions. But I sure have the best seats in here!

Something About Buddhadasa

2 Jun

krikli01:

This article taught me in less than five seconds lots of history of Thailand and of Buddhism. A recommended read!

Originally posted on bluejayblog:

Dad married Tippy a few years after my conversion to Vajrayana Buddhist philosophy.  One of the many reasons I was happy about the marriage, was that there was another Buddhist in the family. Tippy was a transplant from northern Thailand, so her native religion was Theraveda Buddhism.

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Living in rural Nebraska allows very few, if any, opportunities for regular one to one discussions about any sort of Buddhism.  Even though we approached the Buddha’s teachings from different schools of discipline, Tippy and I found much common ground and were able to support or give refuge to one another.

Although she was brought up as a Thai Theravedan, Tippy tempered her philosophy with the wisdom of Buddhadasa Bikkhu. She was a very devout Buddhist who understood early on the value of the practice and teachings of her native philosophy.  On the other hand, Tippy was put off by the corrupt nature…

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The Nakba equipped me with a spirit born of catastrophe but destined for triumph

16 May

krikli01:

A recommended read about the Nakba. Such is the cruel, cruel irony as the author wrote.

Originally posted on Sixteen Minutes to Palestine:

Guest contribution by Deanna Othman

May 15 marks the 66th anniversary of al-Nakba or “The Catastrophe,” the day that led to the systematic dispossession of two-thirds of the Palestinian population — exiled from their homes, bereft of their property, land, and dignity. This day, with the creation of the state of Israel, came the creation of the Palestinian refugee crisis. The creation of a nation on the land of another nation, with people forcibly removed from their villages — villages that would be expunged from the map, but not from the memories of those who inhabited them.

Yes, with Israeli Independence Day came celebration and mourning. One people’s celebration led to another’s degradation. Humiliation. Deprivation.

According to the Institute for Middle East Understanding, as of 2008, more than 4 million Palestinian refugees were registered with the United Nations, and at least another estimated 1 million were not registered. Thus a…

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Petition: Claire O’Brien

19 Apr

Originally posted on Deconstructing Myths:

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Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will.”

-Frederick Douglass

I met Claire O’Brien through her blog, Eléctrica in the Desert, and have had the privilege of corresponding with her and learning of the targeted attacks she experienced due to her refusal to reveal a confidential source during a racially and politically divisive murder trial in Dodge City, Kansas. I shared her story in a recent post, That’s how it goes. The following article by Les Anderson summarizes in greater detail what transpired in Dodge City: Without reporter’s shield laws, who would be willing to speak up?, but is still a partial chronology which omits the vital issue of Lucy Dalglish, former director of the Reporter’s Committee for Freedom of the Press, lying to and about Claire.

Many readers of this blog are familiar with the neoliberal assault…

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War of the Language

10 Apr

Before starting, I would like to say that, despite my brief studies on linguistics and my little psychology class in my career, I am not a speech expert. Actually, I am just a newbie with her very own speech problems and understanding issues. If you were to ask me anything, I would probably stutter or reply with a shy “Or that’s my opinion”, as I get very nervous of how should I reply properly. I’ve always been this way, and most possibly I shall die this way.

However, this time I would like to comment how, perhaps, I have a very good justification of why I am afraid to speak or to listen: language is a powerful tool. It’s a mass-moving instrument. It’s a double-blade weapon. And as of now, it has been far more poisonous than the scorpions themselves in these insecure ages.

I once had a drama study class in where, after ripping into shreds certain diva authors, we reached an important subject: the patriotism subject, and how it could be used to manipulate a whole nation with a little verbal arrangement. The sentence “That’s the enemy of the nation” not only united the common folk in an unusual and inexistent national pride, absent months ago, but it could also manipulate masses and erasing them the very idea of, sometimes—and there are lots of “sometimes”—the real enemy is inside.

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“I heard somebody was ripping me to shreds, so I came here to see what the hell”

A sole sentence can erase memories and manufacture new ones through the dust and the sand in the wind. A sole sentence can change people and twist the past, present and future tense of a verb. The speech is this powerful. Besides, God created the light through a phrase, remember?

Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.

But it’s not just in this plane: a sole sentence can dominate a whole spirit in other kind of speeches. “You will look fabulous with this shampoo” or “Look fabulous with this dress.” What do these two sentences have in common? Easy: both insinuate in an indirect way that you’re not beautiful or fabulous without the products they’re offering you. They’re the only ones with the solution for your problems, and will give it to you if you, in change, give them money. It’s not even “look more fabulous”:  it’s “look fabulous.” They’re outright telling you that you’re ugly and you’ll only have some respect in society if you buy the first crappy object you find and that, months later, will be obsolete and needs to be discarded if you want to be fashionable.

Yet, it is to be expected in a frivolous and consumerist culture: to inject fear of this kind to see the merchandise be sold in light speed and get the money into your pockets as a walking line of ants. A sole sentence can kill the self-esteem. A sole insult can destroy your son’s faith and reduce it to a pile of soil, forever afraid of the world. A sole sentence has demolished more walls in the hearts of the people than castle walls. Actually, the military speech—the “That one is the enemy, we must go save those”—can be the most lethal in history.

Wow, that’s a fabulous dress! Such a sad thing you’ll look bad on it next month.

Throughout my life, I’ve realized that people has given more value to the act of speech than a very act itself. What do I mean? Well, let’s use an example: many people nowdays repeat like a broken tape recorder how Jesus is the prophet, how everything he said was true, don’t offend the Son of God, he died for your sins, I love him for his sacrifice for the world, I am a warrior of God…etcetera. But, does he really believe in what is he saying? According to what I’ve understood, Jesus preached for charity, love to the fellow human beings, forgiveness and other stuff. And rarely (but it doesn’t mean I haven’t seen examples) I’ve met people who keep some coherence with their words and their acts—I haven’t met people who act what they preach. I’ve seen more priests driving Lamborghinis than practicing charity. They sure preach it, but they don’t practice it. And it’s the same with the people I’ve met: they’ve stuck themselves so much with the Jesus-as-mystic-being speech that they forgot what he asked them to do: be nice! And all because they’ve linked their existences to the speech of the nice people, but not the act of being the nice people.

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You don’t know how much I love this comic.

This is why I have a certain something against some self-help books that preach so much about “niceness”, but I will get into this subject later. It’s so juicy that it needs its own article…

Anyways. Nowdays, the hollow words have won absolute terrain in the world. In the movies, one must hear “I love you” from the mouth of the actor to make it known that he loves somebody, instead of proving it with acts. In TV, you’re not beautiful or fabulous if you don’t get the product they’re “kindly” offering you with a juicy discount instead of convincing you that you’re beautiful already and that you don’t need to spend anything on something. In the world, the Those ones will always be the enemy and you’ll only be really “patriotic” if you kill him for Us. The current speech has made it clear about the Others and the Us—the Those ones we must fear or envy. The world doesn’t want an abolition of the line that separates the Those ones from Us. If there must be a gain, there will be always an enemy to which we must throw our offenses and an Us to refuge into, without thinking into other options.

And if we try to conceive, linguistically speaking, a real problem we must address to—for example, the use of the word “ecocide” to refer to now on to the indiscriminate destruction of Mother Earth and serves as a legal term to refer to a punishable crime—, it is ignored. Those are inexistent words and are highlighted in red in Word because they’re “wrong.” Why? Because they’re dangerous words that might cause a complete change of mindset in the masses. There’s only One speech; everything else, it’s just a neologism.

This current culture doesn’t see any benefit in harmony and a massive Us, in where all cultures join together and find an existential logic not in the hollow speech, but in the act. Sometimes I consider a man a wise man the one whom I see giving his shoes to who needs them most than the man who preaches the importance of that. I am, however, not insinuating that the act of talking is of less importance than the act—sometimes, actually, raising the voice could become the most revolutionary act of all—, but one can’t avoid but to worry when the speech is used as a tool, rather as a gift given to humanity for the benefit of our species and the other ones in the planet. What would become of us, humans, without the messages of our songs and poetry…?

And yet, at the same time these poems are squashed and despised over the verbal comfort of “That one is the enemy. If we get rid of him, we’ll be finally safe.” And the people, lured by its charisma, will obey as the very good prey it is.

But, again, this is all just an opinion, born from a chit chat and which made me meditate from the power of speech and the downgrading of the kiss in favour of the hollow Hollywood “I love you.” Yet, frankly, who am I to know the truth…?

Want to know the most ironic part of this article? I wrote all of this because how I don’t know how to express my sorrows about the world through actions. Irony.

Thanks a bunch for reading me!

VERSIÓN EN ESPAÑOL AQUÍ.

The Zombification of the West

17 Mar

An interesting article of the lack of soul in the society today.

The Zombification of the West.

A Free Yakirí

5 Mar

Whoa, it sure smells some corpses in here. No doubt I haven’t been on here after many months due to my school and my jobs everywhere… Anyways, this will be a fast post, just to inform about certain intriguing posts I’ve found in the internet, which speak about Yakirí Rubio’s freedom coming soon. Supposedly, that day would be today, but according to this, the whole process is slow and, so far, there are no more news around.

 

If you don’t know what I’m talking about, feel free to visit my post about her case and browse about this situation and my opinion about it. Anyways, so far I’ve read, Yakirí Rubí will pay a bail—and compensation to her attacker’s family—to walk out from prison. You can guess how awkward I feel about this “pay your attacker’s family” situation, and how the Mexican justice system has fallen so low to not make justice for women. You could even say that the lesson here lays on the idea that you must become a criminal to walk out triumphantly and even get some pay after death. We’ll never know what really happened (even though it has been discovered the girl was attacked as she claimed, indeed), but this isn’t the sole case in Mexico in where the people’s rights are violated by our very own justice system. And won’t be the last one at this pace. Mexico’s decaying at a fast rate on human rights and justice matters, and that’s taking us to a limbo in where oxygen will be null for survival.

 

But oh well. I guess her, being free through some way, it’s somehow a good note. Such a shame, though, that we, Mexicans, are all alone in this world. We cannot even depend on ourselves these days. And thus, this is how far a nation, with so much potential to give, has fallen due to corruption of the soul.

 

Thanks a bunch for reading me!

 

VERSIÓN EN ESPAÑOL AQUÍ.

La pareja

4 Mar

krikli01:

Hermoso!

Originally posted on Minificciones de "El Cuento, revista de imaginación":

Hacía veinte años que la pareja, enamorada locamente, se miraba sin parpadeo alguno. Ellos no podían explicarse por qué el tiempo no los envejecía. Tampoco se explicaban el porqué nunca se habían dolido de los ojos. ¡Caramba! Es algo normal. Nos sucede a todos.
Aún no se daban cuenta que eran personajes de una foto.

Waldemar Noh Tzec
No 78, Julio-Agosto 1977
Tomo XII – Año XIII
Pág. 497

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