The reunion

It passed a long time since the last time we had reunited. That day we were all full of enthusiasm, our words mixed: we all wanted to tell how we had been. But this time, only I speak, I'm the only one who starts and ends a sentence, without interruption.
The last time, we were very happy to see each other, but this time was different. I had avoided any contact with them, because I knew this reunion was going to full me with sadness.

I led flowers for all of them. So, one by one, tomb by tomb I left a rose.

The soldier

[I don't open my eyes anymore, I don't want to see death. The pain of seeing this cruel human work is something I can not tolerate. I can still hear the screams of those unlucky ones who didn't lose their lifes. I didn't want to be here in the first place, they gave me the weapon without asking me if I wanted to end someone else's dreams.
I wait in the ground for one kindly soldier to finish my pain. I know I will not survive, so now I try to remember my family and I imagine myself with them.]

-This is dead, sir- [I hear his voice so close to me, they will find me and I will not suffer any longer]
-I believe that one moved... no, he's dead already. [Yes, a little bit closer.]
-Is there anyone alive!?- [Should I move? Should I make them know I'm not dead so they can kill me?]
-Sir, I think this soldier is not dead yet. [Are they talking about me!?]
-Sir, it's still breathing- [But not for longer, right?]
-What are you waiting soldier? Take him out of here- [What? they want to take me as a prisoner?]
-Put him on the truck- [Just kill me already!]
-Don't worry, everything is going to be all right.- [The pain is blurring my mind, can't think, can't talk...]


[...]
[The light, is so bright...]
[I feel... fine. Where am I?]
[It's hard to tell with my eyes closed. But I can't open them, not with that light.]
-He's awakening!- [A lady?]
-It's okay, don't try to move, you have suffered deep injuries-
[I have to open my eyes, I need to see..]
[...]
[A hospital.]
-Oh, hello, how do you feel?-
[In the beds next to me I can see the ones who had worse luck than me, their skins burned, their bones broke. But they don't scream, they are sleep, but I know they are still suffering, the drugs are not enough. Half of them will die for sure, and their last moments will be here, unable to talk, unable to see. So I feel like in the battlefield, horrible.]
-I'm ok-




"Anymore" is a misspelling but I'm so used to it and I think it really suit the storie.

Origami is old school, the new concept is here

Ennio Marchetto takes simple pieces of paper and uses them to entertain the audience. I have no better explanation for it, than showing the video itself:

Jhonen V. Some of his works.

Jhonen Vazquez was born in 1974. I found his comics very interesting. I was lucky I must admit: one night I remembered one of my favourite tv shows of my childhood: Invader Zim, and I though I could find them somewhere. I did, and I found the creator´s name. So I start searching until I got some of his comics. Here they are.

Beware! This is not for children at all, it narrates stories full of bloody scenes and dark thoughts. Yes, you must be very sick to like this.

Nameless Work

Saw his wife's dead body on the floor,
Bleeding injuries,
A cut in her throat.

To regret it was late, he was angry for his faith,
How could God turn his head,
When he needed his help?

He ran away as any man would have done,
He left the body in the floor,
Left no witness of his crime,
Maybe he could start a normal life.

He left, with that thought in his mind,
To start again it was time,
To leave all past behind.
So he disappeared at night.

Some people say that in the river his body was found,
Others, than for his crime he was hanged.
But the truth of this man
Was that he didn't even moved from the scene,
His escape was a lie:

He laid in the ground, next to his wife,
He ran in his mind.
But in fact, he stayed,
As a free man, he imagine himself,
Until the day of his death.

He died from hunger in his jail:
He refused to eat,
He wanted to die.
So God, heard his pray,
And took his life.

Now he rest in hell
For an eternal life.


Made by myself, Martín Rivas Acosta.

A survey I made (this is not real)

I asked people what was their mission in this life or what they wanted to be and I got this answers:

Answer from a poor: Survive, my friend.

From a business man: Get enough money to be able to rest, but I must work all day long.

From a housewife: See my children grow up and be proud of what my teachings turned into. And then see them being taken away from me from another woman or a man.

From a politician: Serve my pocket as I should serve the people.

From a student: End my carrier, to start working like I have been doing all my life, but with a salary.

From a poet: What to be or not to be?

From a old lady: What to be? I was just remembering who I was.

From a prayer: Isn't eternity longer than this life? So well, for this short time we have here, be good to other people and your soul. (I though: And of course with god, he's the one who decides after all)

From a blogger: Write things that people like. Nah, get money from ads. (I'm totally against this kind of thoughts)

The doors of the life

A long time ago I wrote this story in Spanish. Today I made a new version and here it is, in English of course:

Even when my heart had started to beat a long time before, my life started with an opened door, the one that had remained closed for nine months. I opened my eyes for a first time and I found myself surrounded by a wonderful world. Full of doors I hadn´t opened yet. The time passed and the doors opened one by one letting my know, learn and understand a lot of things.
I was growing up and I was fulling with memories that those doors had leaving with me. I crossed the door to my childhood, followed by my adolescence. I overpassed my fears, I confront the obstacles that were on my way and I was heading to be the adult I finally turned into.
The doors keep opening but every time with a bigger delay. I had opened a lot of doors, but not too many. Finally I understood that there were a lot of doors that were going to remain closed to me because I didn´t have the key to open them.
I started to remember how much beautiful and full of joy moments I had had. The nostalgia appeared. I missed those days when I went to he park with my parents. When I couldn´t sleep because there was something that kept me awaken. I remembered my old couples, my first kiss, my first love.
A door without lock or bolt, sealed from the inside but not from the outside, one of those doors that let you enter but don´t let you get out. I didn´t decide to open it. It opened by itself, I wanted to stay a bit longer but my will wasn´t the guide and I had to crossed it. That was the end of my life. I wasn´t looking behind with tears in my eyes any more, all the concern had disappeared. I couldn´t get back. It was planned to be that way.
But I have time to tell you my story.

A promise, is a promise, don´t matter what

Thanks to my good old (15 years old) friend, I must stay. He left a commentary so now it´s like I have a chain around my neck, connected to this blog. So let´s start with... something, maybe I will get some ideas while hitting my head to the wall next to me...

....

No, it didn´t work.

Let´s see... what can I do next?

I know, I will post something in my other blog, and then with time I will translate it. So, yes, you will have to keep waiting.

I have failed

A lot of people (not really, I don´t expect anyone to enter a site without new post) should said: -Liar! you said you were coming back but you didn´t!.- Well, I do now, but just to say goodbye, I mean, I almost don´t put any post in my other blog and I don´t really think I want to keep writing in English after all... I know, it sad, a lot of people will find them self with nothing to do...
I have been postponed my retirement for a long time... of course I will keep posting in my original blog (I will, that´s a promise I won´t brake).
Maybe I will come back, maybe I won´t, I don´t know.


There´s still one option remaining... if one, just one person (at least) put a commentary telling me not to go, I will stay. Pathetic? no, I just want to know this I´m writing has a porpoise. So farewell my readers! I´m going to check if I receive any commentary from you, remember, it´s not goodbye, you still can make me stay... (please make me stay).

Until then check my other site...

Only to say hello

Am I coming back only to say hi? No this time!
It has been a while after the last post in this blog, I know, you missed me. And in this huge time maybe you already learn to speak Spanish and you read my other blog. Well I´m back so let´s read the news... my blog "unavida-onelife.blogspot.com" had been cancelled, but you didn´t know because I didn´t tell you and nobody visited the site to read about my life.
In other news I made up my mind and I´m going to write, not only post thingsI found, I overpassed that time so now I will focus in writting (when you don´t succeed posting things you saw or read on internet, it means you need a change).

So... what am I gonna say? Let´s talk about... happyness: Are you happy? (of course, I am not waiting for an answer, because that way this would take a while).
If you are not happy I have great news for you! (maybe for the exitment of getting a good news you just jumped from you chair, and put your head really close to the monitor, but I must say: No, there are not such great news). I´m going to help you. I will start posting some tips to save your life. when am I going to start? Tomrrow, now I´m tired, so keep waiting (of course, you can stand up and go to do another thing, you don´t have to stay there waiting for me).