aaah! pero todo en ingles pues

Venga bombon, no se me enoje asi qu'eso se ve muy feo. Digame pasitico, con mucho tacto (es que yo soy muy sensible) que quiere que le cuente, y pues usted sabe que yo no tengo problema en contarle un cuento. Hablemos de lo que viene, yo le cuento el cuento que viene, y me lo cuento a mi tambien porquesque pongale cuidado a lo que me pille: las cosas que escribo se me cumplen despues.

Imaginese pues que un dia estaba yo todo parchado en los tam tams. Que que son los tam tams? Los tam tams es un parche en montreal. Todos los domingos durante el verano nos vamos todos a tirar a una manga en el parque Mont-Royal. En el centro del parque, al lado de una estatua ahi que parece como un angel, se forma un circulo grande, como de 40 o 50 personas mas o menos, todos con tambor. Y empiezan a tocar, a improvisar a seguir un bit a dejar salir la musica que hay dentro de ti. Vea pues como me salio de bonita esa frase. Pero venga, no nos perdamos en piropos y sigamos con la historia. Entonces son cuarenta o cincuenta locos dandole al tambor y estan los que bailan alrededor, los que juegan con el frisbee, los que leen, los que toman cerveza y se dan en la cabeza, eso mejor dicho no huele sino a marihuana la cosa mas horrible. Tambien hay payasos, gente haciendo malabares, otra vez mejor dicho, pregunte por lo que no vea, mero circo, tremenda fiesta ahi a plena luz del dia en medio de la ciudad. Oiga, y yo porque estoy hablando del tam tam? aaah, si si. A donde iba con esto es que imaginense pues que estaba yo en el tam tam tirado en esa manga todo enamorado escribiendole un poema a la luna (pero que todos sabiamos que en verdad era pa' mema), y yo dele que dele que quiubo que usted porque es tan bella, venga mas bien y cuadremos una citica y me canta una cancion, que no importa la distancia que las letras vuelan con el viento y yo las leo en las hojas de los arboles y que ademas yo te llevo una sorpresa.Y eso se quedo asi, yo termine el poema, me puse a leer un rato una novela que me presto la charlotte hasta que me aburri, recogi el reblujo y me abri pa la casa. Como a los tres dias, o cuatro lo que sea, me llego correo de aquella que chucho que quiubo que te tengo una buena noticia, que como te parece que ya tengo celular que llamame que ai kent ueit tu jir ior vois. Y yo pues a pedir prestado pa comprarme una tarjeta prepago y esa misma noche termine llamandola. La llamada la hice desde un parque, el patio de mi nueva casa. Me perdi en su vos mientras caminaba en medio de los arboles, soñandome al lado de ella, dandole vueltas a un lago artificial, que no por artificial deja de ser bonito, y que en el centro tiene una fuente que la iluminan lamparas de colores, como al edificio inteligente. El viento bailaba con las hojas y estas me cantaban a medida que yo pasaba (a medida? mucho montañero hijue...) y yo hagale con la caminadera, siguiendo la luz de la luna, que esa noche estaba llena.

Si pillaron? Si la cogieron? La citica que le pedi a la luna en el poema, que en verdad era para aquella, se me cumplio a los tres dias, en una noche de luna llena, pa' que vea usted que coincidencia. Todo el universo conspiro para que esto fuera posible... mejor dicho (otra vez?), que bueno, que poder tan hijueputa el que tenemos, porque nos es que yo sea especial, asi todos digan que chuchito que tan bello. if ai can iu can, si yo puedo tu puedes todos podemos ellos pueden vosotros podeis. Creacela, creacela que yo se porque se lo cuento.

Mind and Heart

Which train? Where are we going?... South I think, then west, then even more west, so much west that is going to look like east again, and then who knows because I don't have a clue of where we'll be standing at that point, who knows if we are going south for a start, I don't even know if we are taking the train or not. So what are we waiting for? Who's waiting? Aren't we waiting for the train? I just wanted to write and this is what is coming through me, who is tired of talking to girls that are too far. Who are we? I thought I was only one, I. Stop the bullshit, that will make us loose our train. Which train? The love train. I thought we weren't waiting for any train. You can call it like you want. The love train I like, love for ourselves and if you want to ride it we'll have to start doing what we really want, so we better start listen to you, but not only when you talk about beautiful girls that are so far. What do you want right now? Can you listen to me? I want to write, and dance and sing and play with new friends. Excellent, that is what we are doing, I guess we are already riding the train... Where is it going? I guess you are right, we are already on it... shhh! I told you is going everywhere, now enjoy the rush.

raw food

Maria wrote again. Today I found in my mailbox a message from her, asking me if I was free this weekend to go out somewhere and have some tea, or coffee. But of course that I said yess, whenever you want. What do you think - I replied her - about making that delicious ginger and apple tea, the one that we drank at the solstice dinner? I knew that there is only one place where we can have that tea: apartment eleven, the home of Maria and David. Then David will be with us and with him there, will be harder for me to dream with a lifetime beside her.

The night I met Maria was the night of the winter solstice. I went to her place with Alexman, a kid from Montreal that I met the night before at the hostal. I was smoking outside with Marco, Dustin and Dain. Dustin was sharing a story about his drinking days in northern Alberta, in a town where only a hundred and fifty people live and they were able to do pretty much whatever. The three of us were listening to him while he was throwing kicks and punches to the air, trying to recreate a fight he got caught in because one of his boddies didn't like the way someone looked at him. In the mean time a cute girl walked beside us, eating a slice of hawaiian pizza. Then I heard my stomach yield: feed me, I want some ham and cheese! I got out of the conversation just by saying hungry, and went to my room to check the fridge. I found some bread, mayo and a can of tuna, conserved in water. I put all that in a plastic bag and went straight to the kitchen. There were like six people cooking in there, some food, not themselves. One of those six was Laura, a girl that I falled in love with since my second day there. Three piercings on her nose none on her ears. Her head was shaved on the sides and in the bottom she had long dreads. All that made her look like a warrior ready to go out and finish with the hunger in the streets. She was there just to give, to share, like that night. She was cooking a huge pot of soup made of veggies that she got in chinatown for free, and offering to everybody to seat with her and have a meal. I said no to the tuna and yess to the soup and bread, which I left on the table for everyone else. I went back to the room to put the mayo and the tuna back in the fridge and boom, there he was, Alexman. My heart was pumping blood like crazy through all my body 'cause I finally got a chance to know more about Laura, and because of that I had a big smile drawn on my face. I was happy and Alex saw that right away. Right away we became best friends. In one of those I asked him if he was hungry and invited him to come and join us for supper, veggie soup and bread. He said yess.

And that's how I met Alexman. During supper nothing happened with Laura, Alexman tooked all the attention by sharing his knowledge in raw food, and all this vegetarians that joined us were amazed listening to him as he kept talking and talking about some food that you always have to eat cold, uncooked. Don't get me wrong, I love cold pizza, specially for breakfast, but how do you say no to a juicy steak, or a homemade burger with cheese, onions, lettuce, tomatos and bacon... hungry.