Mr. Valentine and Ms. Lockhart

A short story.

Mr. Valentine- Men need to suffocate the pain of  years with a celebration, it distracts them from the fact of  death, putrefaction, scaring…

Ms. Lockhart- I would appreciate if you kept the vexing to yourself ’till the night is over

Val.- Forgive me for the cleverness of my argument madam, I’ll try my best to wane my boredom in some other way

Lock.- The dalliance increments with the years doesn’t it Mr. Valentine?

V- Indeed you’re right, apparently you are an expert on the matter. In the near future your sons or grandsons should bury you standing Miss Lockhart, you’ve lived on your knee’s your entire life

L- My knees you say Mister? My countenance can’t hide the need for a laugh, the impetuosity of you and your words are useless as a building hat

V- Of course, no one could have made such exquisite comparison, building hats have three conditions commodity, firmness, and delight.

L- Mr. Valentine it is discernible that you may have an enormous empathy for the sound of you own voice

V- Madam, if I don’t love myself who ever will?

L- I would presume that the very end of a lake might, I highly recommend to visit it some time and take a look

V- Oh dear, that would be unachievable I’ve seen clearly my delightful image in the lake, I adore me well enough. Taking the spontaneous narcissism and our lovely exchange of compliments I have to depose I feel intrigued Miss Lockheart, such beautiful face yet such singular couple of eyes.

L- Is there something that bothers the mister about them?

V- Sad sad eyes, I see an inexperienced soul, clearly the insipidity in them points to fear, little miss, the fear of suffering is a bigger burden than suffering itself. if I could get back my youth, I’d do anything that the world expects me not to.

L- Who could have expected from a building hat to be so profound, the gentlemen might just appreciate life. However  a ravenous, voracious, impulsive life that leads to poor decisions. In society we all wear the same moral uniform so we can belong to the same team, so that is possible to shout, don’t fire! in ethic riots of life, Mr Valentine society has shot you innumerable times.

V- There is no possible way to persuade you, I shall save my energies! bitter people hate to be reminded that joy exists. Just look at this man it is possible to smell his joy.

L- You do notice that he is a mad man, a lunatic?

V- Dear, there is a small difference between and artist and a lunatic, and that it success, this man is in only in the middle of a short way.

L- Mr. Valentine I simply can not understand that wicked point of view of yours.

V- I could not disagree more, an intense life is not complete without a touch of madness to live is to love. Everything else is just details.

*And so the mad man stood up, and stared once more at the two portraits on the wall, pictures that represented the man’s intern dilemma. However Mr Valentine and Ms. Lockhart never concluded their discussion, for that reason the mad man always returned to visit himself trough the portraits to fill his uncertainty.

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Mexican Masks

The mexican manner of dealing with troublesome events or concepts is to turn fear into laughter. Walls are builded between the man and his emotions, a ”macho” never portraits weakness which ensures him to be emotionally untouched.

This inherent hermeticism is surrounded by comic wit, this is their natural way to cope with discomfort. Ultimately we have made the dreaded termination of life a  hollyday. The only Mexican way to deal with the imminent death is to stare at it in the eyes and laugh.

How many people you admire?

The is a hollow gap in everyone, our expectations and goals are never completed entirely. We have too many needs, not all off them can be repleted in the wished manner, this is why idols exist. Catharsis are placed over those who are beyond our own placed limits, athletes, musicians or writers vaguely distract us from the hazard in our lives. Having too much people to admire reflects the incapacity of personal achievement.

Again I’m not certain.

How many people you admire?

Don’t read this, is about you

You are the production of the people you’ve met through out you life, you are made out of a collage of thoughts, this is not in any way regretful. In fact even tho your components have multiple and shared origins, the mixture of ”you” is unparalleled. It may not be defined, mine is certainly not and there is no reason to be vexed.

Since the day you were born you’ve been below a certain someone who makes decisions for you, in that moment there are no objections, mainly because you cannot express them. Next, you and me go to an institution that teaches pre processed information in a standardized method with the not so earnest objective of homogenization. Why? because it is easier to deal with numbers than individuals.

At this point you like coloring, sports or eating glue, ”UHU glue” bars were personal favorites, but as we go along and lose interest on chewing things we meet people who have settled opinions and preferences that have sticky properties this phenomenon fills up the empty gaps in your mind wich eventually forms opinions of malleable shapes.

You and me grow up matching our ideas with others, and by comparing our collaged mind  it defines itself, lines and boundaries are drawn, limits and parameters get settle, and you become your peculiar self.

Live with 5 Bucks a day

México, the country of  cultural marvels, home of the Mayans the land of mariachi. Dancing and cheerful Mexico pouring colors and music through its vast green edges. In this marvelous scenario all wonders are possible, in fact you and your family can get by with only 5 dollars a day, yes you heard me right, FIVE dollars for a least a family of four.

Of course there is a drug war that comes from within our territory, please forget it, this little inconvenience is being taking care of by the authorities, no worries fellow it’s the bad boys doing. Like our dearest president sais ”We are winning the war against the narcotrafico!”

The faithful government of México assures its citizens a minimum wedge that assures you the basic needs! How marvelous ist it? Very exiting I would say, you my friend, could come here and enjoy the very ethical burritos, our sandy beaches and fancy tequila.

At least this is what the almighty leaders of the country insure. Although if you think about it, the gallon on milk costs half of the five bucks, and lets say that only the father of the family has a job (a minimum wedge job). After all Mexico occupies  the 54th place in education and without it, there are no hopes for a proper paying job. A gallon of milk and 2 pounds of tortillas can’t feed a couple, let alone a family of four.

Wait a second, If my math is correct there is no way 5 dollars covers food, clothes, a home, or education for non even ONE person. But that means… hold on, joining cartels pays 400 dollars a week, maybe and just maybe our family guy should consider applying for a cartel… you know IF THE LIKES EATING.

Viva México!

How about Space Travel?

the earth

One day I’ll travel to space, far enough to see the earth the size of a little ball, I will then, put my thumb right in between us and close one eye. The earth will proceed to disappear and for a split of  second there won’t be pain, suffering, deceive, uncertainty or fear, there will be and only be, a vast empty. In that moment my void empathy will fade away, then everything will be ok.

In the same way a child covers his eyes and pretends to be invisible, how about space travel?

Poetry from a mutilated man

I saw a man on a wheelchair with both of his legs cut off  being pushed by a kid, his son I assume. The boy struggled at reaching the handles of the wheelchair, and so, they were rolling trough the mall with very worn-out clothes  big smiles and eyes wide open in a way that it almost looked ironic I must say.

The man made his way towards me (and as anyone would infer I was expecting  him to complain about his condition and look pitifully while asking for money) he had a bunch of papers by the non existing knee under the knot of his pants on his non existing leg.

My prejudice of homeless people had deceived me, the mutilated man was not pleading for money, in fact he was selling poetry. Yes! his own creations in fact, and they were romantic compositions in a variety of techniques, who would have known? Someone that should be defeated, disappointed, infuriated, depressed in terrible anguish due to his present conditions writes poetry! Even more important romantic poems.

The living irony made me smile.

A Human Uncertainty

In the mind beholds a secret, shameful to the prude, hollow and animal.

The true reason of existence.

In the daily basis of common life, human to be precise, we hide unaware of the true raison d’être.

We are nothing more than a transition in the human race a mere volatile substance.The so called ‘abilities’ may be a colorful cover to ensure our permanency on earth and nail the point of existence.

Imagine that this raw truth was told in every inch of land that skin conquers, the idea of reaching goals and dreams would be vain, art useless, and every celebration a simple distraction from the undeniable death.

Or perhaps it is a very well-known reality. If so, why do we fight against age? we colour our hair and pull our skin. What hides beneath this is that we don’t fight age or extinction, we fight our own egocentric termination.

But again I’m not certain.