Saturday, October 17, 2009

New chances might be brighter


I think or better to say, I thought a lot of things during last months. I thought life is always like a circle and thought this circle was my space, my habitat, my everything. But life gives and life takes and so it was.

I was living in a comfortable place called my little world. And I guess, one of my aims was writing about it, telling the whole world how the tic-tac clocks of my life in a crisscross with the others lives, were done. I believe our life is a miracle, which in an intersection with the others lives, you get an awesome thing called universe. Universe of opportunities, of chances, of happiness, of sorrow, of madness, of defeat, of revenge, of all the things that might make you feel alive and some not so lucky times, it could be putting you closer to feel somehow grey inside. I know this sounds deeply sad but I mean it in a way that, sometimes, could be that some things at first sight, especially problems, seem to be the end. Really, making a re-call to R.E.M., like the end of the world. And just in that little moment, it is. Everything is dark; it’s done my friend –game’s over-. And what about the rest? How to take the correct pieces to continue?

I had an explosion; I would like to call it the big-bang theory of the change. Perhaps there’s only one big-bang theory we know but what about if it was the product of the re-arrange of the world? In my case it was.

So there was me, fighting with all my guts. I tried to fight and go back to my very special circle and it didn’t work. Have you ever felt like sometimes even you fight so hard… some things cannot be done? Well, it was like this for me. And I’m not a psychologist… (Maybe I should) but I would say my very personal opinion the steps were one by one made like this: First, you don’t want to believe it. Then you hate it all, then you blame the world, then you poor little soul, none comprehends you and finally you set yourself (on fire) up to a very high trampoline where anyway, world was waiting for you to jump. It was just that it took you soooo long to understand that that was that way to follow… So I asked myself several times if it was a good idea, sometimes on my new home-road I ask myself if it was the best choice. But there’s something in front of me I can see. It’s not so clear for me now, but I can see the road has a very little flag where an important sentence I feel in my heart is written: new chances might be brighter. And I thought ok this is a reflection of a cruel oasis but it wasn’t. I think I cleared my eyes several times before that view and it was still there. Everyday I get closer it’s clearer to me.

In a little review, sometimes probably it’s not so healthy to swim against flow. Sometimes if you are too tired, could be that time it is not that you didn’t fight, it is that you have to face a new fight. The moment is not that clear I know, but sticking to my heart I know. If Sting told “Let your soul be your pilot” sometimes could be the only eyes you have to take a decision. Sometimes people can tell you thousand theories about what you should really do and it is ironic, but then you saturate your perception, suddenly all roads go to heaven and which one is the best? Then, the answer is just up to your heart and soul. Whatever they tell or whatever they make you feel comfortable, that’s the right direction to follow.

My adventure was not over (thank You God). Life in Barcelona was changed for a new survival challenge at the asphalt jungle… well, let’s say another asphalt jungle; my hometown; Mexico. And you know what? I used to love traveling and I certainly do. But what I found is… how to conquer other lands when you haven’t conquered yours? I guess that was the main calling and I accepted the challenge.

So here we are now, with a lot to write, with honesty changing my inks. With some old good friends, with some lost battles and with some dirt on face. Here we are with an unforgettable love for music, for colors, for books, for more traveling but for the best part; the unforgettable love for life.



Pensacola Dreams, 1972.


So it was you and I always thought it was Love behind that fog. When are all your shadows going to disappear? I thought you loved Shawn. Then you tell me you want to drive to Alaska? What about the book I gave you? Did you tell your friend about it? Don’t hide again that music. It reminds me of Mary Anthony and the wood box. Have you seen her scarf in Vienna? She was just great. Porcelain skin… just like yours.

Oh Darling when is this going to…

-Mars?!

-Hmmmhh?

-Maaars?!

-Hmmm yeeees Mooom?!

-Aren’t you going to the lab?!

-What?! Ohh no… what…

-It’s niiiine!!!

-Jesus! No please not again…



From our dear friends from the Fenix Records, here we go:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5rhhQbyYV0

And from an old jammin' friend:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRZ2s_VMffQ

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