Truth Be Told (short verse)

 What happened in this city

For the last three years

Was never a competition.

Not for one second.

As I see it

 As I see, feeling trust in God is possible.

But it has nothing to do with trying to explain suffering away.

I wouldn't know what to say to a parent who lost a child.

I would probably be mute.

I don't understand tragedy.

I hate tragedy.

Still, I think it is also possible to feel an unexplainable trust.

Like two different departments of existence.

That maybe meet in some superior level, not here.

It's not about having all the answers.

It's mostly about feeling loved.

It doesn't end the sadness, sometimes not even the anger.

But allows you to keep being friend with a God

who can't fully explain himself.

My Emptied Sack (Short Poem)

 What could I possibly owe you

If not even the Constitution

was able to prevent

you to come and try

to take everything you could?

It's not my fault

if the things you actually needed

were not here

Opportunity of a Lifetime!

 I am indeed just a non-graduated music addicted latin-american guy, but I got vision too!

So, I'm following a friend's advice and investing my savings in Bitachon!

My Brain & I

My brain an I converse every night. I usually don't remember what we spoke, and I don't struggle to remember.

But I notice that he speaks mostly about my fears and desires. And I notice that I am a little more self-centered in those talks then when I am awake. I don't penalize myself for that. My brain paints the fears and desires in such vivid colors that running from fear and seeking comfort feels just like the right thing to do.

I don't blame him either. He needs to organize his information of what feels dangerous, what feels good, so during the day he can do his job.

My more aspirational soul, though, sometimes shows itself even during these talks. At least once, I created a good joke entirely immersed in my brain's world at night.

That's not to say that my soul and my brain can't find themselves in the same page. Like when he said "hey, remember when we were afraid of that thing, but we just flew, flew over everything?". And I said "yeah, man, that's more or less what hapenned, I guess." And he: "That was so great. Can we do that again?" And I : "Yeah, man, I hope. Let's try".

More dog stories

 

This was one of the nicest dogs I’ve seen.

She made a point of following me everywhere and loved to stay under my desk when it was still allowed in the office.

One day, by the end of last year, someone said someone found a better place for her. I hope she is fine – although I know how she loved her freedom – but anyway, in the beginning I even had dreams that she was back. She was important to me.

 

So, a little later, I started to have lunch under some trees and some dogs showed up. The “chicken friends club”, which included this little dude.

I was almost sure he was her brother.

And he used to come with something in his mouth, a leaf or a stick

Later, I talked to the old man who had these dogs and he told that yes, he was her brother, and yes, bringing something in his mouth was his way of asking for food.

 

Then, a few weeks ago, he stopped coming,

The old man told me that some boys in the neighborhood loved the dog, and they moved away and took the dog with him. Well, I guess he is fine.

I was glad to have met this two little siblings.

Then, last week… !!

Happy New Year