Life sometimes is slow, even when outside there is chaos, in the inside things are going slow. Lately is taking me at least 20 min to do anything, to take a shower, to do the dishes, to decide what to wear…20 min it feels like time stops and I am just here looking at a still picture.
This state relates with my health and I despise the moment I am talking about health, what the hell is that? I feel so old, when in your vocabulary are included the phrases, taking care of myself, eating healthy and general health, means that YOU ARE GOING DOWN!!!! I wish I had a resistant body, like the ones the rock stars have, do you know what I mean? Those bodies that can take systematic abuse for years and then be as functional and healthy as a 20 year old. Not my case, just with a little bit of not eating the stupid right thing I am fainting, not so cool.
Anyway, I come and I go on the matter of health, I have obssesed over it, I have not care at all... with me there is nothing definitive, nothing with me is an absolute, man!!! Sometimes is difficult to be this open, I see my rommie and life is easy, this match or not match, this is permitted or not, this goes or doesn’t nothing complicated, but I look for other options, I look for shades, different tones, so freaking complex.
Anyway, this conversation comes because last week I fainted, yes! And I am sorry to disappoint you, but no, farlitos is not in his way. So, I decided to go to the doctor. A very nice young man with turban and a third eye in red smiled at me and asked me a bunch of questions.
And I was: - What do you mean Pringles are not real food? He even dared to comment on gummy bears and I didn’t tell him about beer. He is also vegetarian and he was sympathetic about my position of not having animal protein to support no violence. Deep inside is the only thing I can really do about it. 
We live in such a violent world, I feel the power of violence everyday every single moment, in all presentations in different contexts… this makes me to realize that the only… only… thing that fights and defeats violence is being in love.
That is why I love art, art the material expression of being in love, it is the evidence, it is the prove that we sometimes someday all of us have felt the same, is what is bring us together and make us recognize us in to each others eyes.
I put my mp3 player in the classical music station and it made my day, just to listen the person presenting the sonatas 30 and 32 by Beethoven as the most beautiful pieces of music ever written after Desolation Row by Bob Dylan…It was absolutely awesome. 
I traveled all the way thru the underground passages of the Tube and I was observing two men talking, first I thought they were a couple because they were looking to each other with profound love and also very very close, then I had the impression that they were father and son, they were so beautiful immersed in their own bubble, enjoying the sight of each other, then I came back to believe they were a couple, I could see their pupils and they were dilated to the point of no return, it is irrelevant the kind of relationship they had, I could tell they were in love… it is hard to admit, but I felt deeply jealous.
This state relates with my health and I despise the moment I am talking about health, what the hell is that? I feel so old, when in your vocabulary are included the phrases, taking care of myself, eating healthy and general health, means that YOU ARE GOING DOWN!!!! I wish I had a resistant body, like the ones the rock stars have, do you know what I mean? Those bodies that can take systematic abuse for years and then be as functional and healthy as a 20 year old. Not my case, just with a little bit of not eating the stupid right thing I am fainting, not so cool.
Anyway, I come and I go on the matter of health, I have obssesed over it, I have not care at all... with me there is nothing definitive, nothing with me is an absolute, man!!! Sometimes is difficult to be this open, I see my rommie and life is easy, this match or not match, this is permitted or not, this goes or doesn’t nothing complicated, but I look for other options, I look for shades, different tones, so freaking complex.
Anyway, this conversation comes because last week I fainted, yes! And I am sorry to disappoint you, but no, farlitos is not in his way. So, I decided to go to the doctor. A very nice young man with turban and a third eye in red smiled at me and asked me a bunch of questions.
And I was: - What do you mean Pringles are not real food? He even dared to comment on gummy bears and I didn’t tell him about beer. He is also vegetarian and he was sympathetic about my position of not having animal protein to support no violence. Deep inside is the only thing I can really do about it. 
We live in such a violent world, I feel the power of violence everyday every single moment, in all presentations in different contexts… this makes me to realize that the only… only… thing that fights and defeats violence is being in love.
That is why I love art, art the material expression of being in love, it is the evidence, it is the prove that we sometimes someday all of us have felt the same, is what is bring us together and make us recognize us in to each others eyes.
I put my mp3 player in the classical music station and it made my day, just to listen the person presenting the sonatas 30 and 32 by Beethoven as the most beautiful pieces of music ever written after Desolation Row by Bob Dylan…It was absolutely awesome. 
I traveled all the way thru the underground passages of the Tube and I was observing two men talking, first I thought they were a couple because they were looking to each other with profound love and also very very close, then I had the impression that they were father and son, they were so beautiful immersed in their own bubble, enjoying the sight of each other, then I came back to believe they were a couple, I could see their pupils and they were dilated to the point of no return, it is irrelevant the kind of relationship they had, I could tell they were in love… it is hard to admit, but I felt deeply jealous.
posted by Abejilla at 5:56 AM
1 Comments:
I love the hair in this blog!! I love big hair cause I have big hair. Though I dont want a guy with big hair!! Kinda weird. I guess I only like big hair on me. Your not old, you are seasoned and cool. With your cowboy boots you are forever young. You forgot to mention how young country music singers seem.
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