Der perfekte Sex

Have you ever felt that you have done something totally cool, extraordinary, but at the end you feel an empty void in your heart? Probably not, lol, but yes, the holy week's just begun and it's made me realize that maybe we're not made, or at least I'm not made to be happy...I just can't find the perfect mix of things I want...

Perfect sex? yes, it's possible, been there, you can find the right person, the right time, to do exactly want you wanna do in sex, everything you could possibly want, even the post-sex minutes... but once you leave the room, it's all gone... no friendship, no contact, nothing, or well, at least the memory... no strings attached...

And love on the other hand... but something lacks, love or sex? love or attraction? what's the right rate? But at the end of the day, something keeps missing, maybe it's just me, maybe I'm just wrong...

PD: I got new shoes! :)

Die verlorene schuh (Como perder un zapato en 5 minutos)

El único paso que pude tomar fotos, porque era el más superficial.

Que día el de ayer, fue sin duda uno de los más intensos y hasta emocionantes se podría decir de lo que va corrido del año...empezando con una mañana en la que tras haber esperado durante casi un mes la llegada de la semana santa, no me sentía con esos ánimos... me sentí más emocionado el lunes, cuando empezó la semana, que sería la última antes de salir a vacaciones.

La mañana empezó triste y oscura, pero sin lluvia, la mañana transcurrió como era usual, regaños, conflictos, y todo lo demás que no cabe mencionar, sin embargo un hecho positivo es que conseguí mi segundo objetivo como líder de grupo en este año, el anterior había sido la consecución de una mejora en el estado físico... perdonen si no doy muchos detalles pero con eso es suficiente información. Pues mi segundo objetivo era la consecución de una charla por parte de un profesional, que orientara sobre convivencia, se logró...no fue perfecto, pero funcionó.

Los Zapatos con los que crucé el agua, totalmente mojados.

Luego, el fin, llegó la hora de partir, empaque lo que aún me hacía falta y llegó la hora de viajar, con el complique que debía viajar más incomodo de lo que debía, pero igual era una situación puramente temporal, o al menos eso suponía. Viajamos aproximadamente 1 hora cuando llegó la parte intensa...había que atravesar un arroyo, recién formado por el crecimiento en el nivel del río.

No me dio miedo, pues si ya habían pasado varios, ¿por qué no iba a pasar yo? Yo soy un hombre y no tengo porque tenerle miedo a nada, pero sin embargo me preocupaban mis gadgets, si caía en el agua, probablemente se dañarían mi netbook y mi smartphone, y ni hablar de mi reproductor de música, y precisamente para no dañar mis aparatos, cuando me quité los zapatos para cruzar...no los guardé en el bolso sino en los bolsillos laterales de mi morral. Pésima idea.

Crucé, ayude a una compañera de trabajo a cruzar conmigo y hasta novios parecíamos tomaditos de la mano y eso jajajaja.Creí que ese era el único paso malo. Pero no, habían varios más y hasta hubo que caminar varios kilometros, bueno como 2 o 3 máximo, cuando ya había caminado hasta el cansancio, me percaté que había perdido el zapato. Pena. Bueno pero al menos me forzó a reflexionar sobre lo que debía hacer en Semana Santa, no voy a viajar a Bogotá o Tunja como tenía planeado, haré otro plan, para mejorar.

Fila de Carros esperando el cruce.

Viaje intenso, hasta creo que pude vislumbrar que clase de persona es la que sería capaz de hacerme feliz por el resto de mi vida. ¿Amor a primera vista? No sé pero la vida es así, puede que uno segundos sean suficientes para darte cuenta que otra persona es perfecta para ti... bueno y luego de semejante odisea, llegué a mi casa, con mis zapatos de repuesto y con los que crucé el agua mojados. Al menos ahora soy un poco más feliz.

One Quarter

It really is the quarter of the year, and it is not easy to imagine that as much as we want the time to go by as fast as it can, because we wanna rest the weekend or maybe we want our vacations the sooner it's possible, or just because we're waiting a special date in the calender, but what we don't realize very well, or at least we seem to forget is that every single day is a unique chance, a wonderful gift, coz one day down it's one less to go, until (yes) the day we're leaving this world for good.

No matter if we believe in a heaven, in hell, reincarnation, or anything else about what happens to us after life, but the truth we know is we're here, sharing our life, and I'm kinda confused when I think what the fuck I should do with my life.

My culture (Colombian Caribbean) has taught me that life is worth living ONLY if we enjoy, the more we enjoy the better life is, but I've heard somewhere else, that wasting our bodies and life drinking, eating, and (yes) fucking, it's not the right way to go.

So here I am, confused, I think a life is worth living if you do what you like, I love enjoying my moments alone, love writting, love watching movies, love traveling, love taking pictures, and even when I'm doing those things everyday, there's nothing to stops me from doing it, even the responsabilities I got now.

So that's what I'm gonna do, keep enjoying my moments alone, keep writting, keep watching movies, keep travelling, keep taking pictures, and keep taking care of my duties, if only I could get paid from doing those things, but what the hell, not everybody got that chance, and it's not like I'm looking too much.

Well, by the way I wanna write about something very weird, there's somebody I thought was against me, for some reason, but lately I think this person is trying to get along with me, and I don't know what to expect, but, shit, it would be fucking awesome if I got the chance to...well...let's say it, to get laid, i got to do something but while ideas come to my mind, I got to look for a song to fit this post. lol

Every Single Day...

Every single day in this place looks exactly the same: waking up very early in the morning, gotta take my soap and my stuff to take a "shower" while it's still dark, I say "Good Morning" to the landlady and then I start thinking about how the hell I got here, meaning fuck, I was abroad when it turned out I had to be working here, then I try to clean the dirty I got in the night.

Then, I go to my room, where I dress up, I see all my clothes hanging from a rope, and it loosk like my life is so tiny that it´s  in that small and simple room, with no luxury, and that´s just me, brushing and washing my teeth, but I´m not sure why I should be taking care of me, I don´t wanna look hot in here, it´s maybe I had so nice things to do, that begging that my toothpaste and my washing can actually get whiter can actually being something real cool.

I´m dressed up and then I have to go for breakfast, it´s a simple food, and as usual, when I´m done having my breakfast I have to go...then I´m walking in the street, 4 blocks to the place I have to spend 6 hours, it doesn't look like that much, when you´re going to stand people, and not to work in something you may like, it looks like you´re going down to hell, when I get the door, I remember the first time I got here, I was happy, I had hope, it wasn´t that horrible then, I had something to lie on, something to be faithful to, I had a life, back there where somebody was there for me, ready to do whatever to have with them.

I walk inside and then, it´s usual laugh and pain, both sides, but tha laugh is like there´s nothing else to do but laugh, just go for it, and then facing what I don´t wanna face, but it´s not that I might not like doing what I do, it´s just some of them are so reluctant to grow...that it gets me, it hurts me, it fucking drains my energy and my will.
And, for instance...given the fact I´m gonna stay here for a month is not helping, every single time I want to feel kinda good I have to go to Sincelejo because here, here there´s absolutely nothing I might like, it´s so fucking far away from everywhere, that it´s not like I want to be there all the time, and I wanna run even though it´s gonna be a hard and long way...maybe someday I´d like to run it by foot, lol, maybe it´s not that hard or not that long.

If things were so easy...when I leave this place, I have like 30 or 45 minutes to be online, and then go back to have my lunch, and then it´s work, work, work, or working out, and it sucks my energy in every possible way but somehow I know it´s good to me...then back to dinner, watching some TV, maybe listening music, then more work and finally when I go back to my hammock, I´m thinking the day is going to repeat all over and over again, and that maybe I´m not gonna have the energy to hold on...or maybe, just maybe I am.

Sleepless in...well Sleepless in Hell

Yesterday was a really weird day to me. To start with, I had no chance to tweet or use my cellphone because there was no electricity in this town from the early morning, so I couldn't charge the battery. It was kinda relieving by the way. The phone is like a chain to me lately, but I've found what sucks my time is listening music, the time just fly away, just like that. Well I was with some workmates to another workmate's birthday party who happens to be out of town.

It was cool being there, food, alcohol, and dominoes, that's my favorite game ever, but I'm afraid I'm brilliant at times, not all the time, most of the time I kinda suck playing it. Well, like at 6:30 / 7 am I decided to go back to this town, and well I was kinda drunk, and I just jumped into the bed, well into my hammock and I just fell sleep.

At midnight I just woke up and I didn't feel tired at all, maybe just thirsty, a little bit.But I couldn't go back to sleep. I have never had troubles to sleep, I found out that the earlier you go to sleep, the better you sleep and the better you feel next day. But last night alcohol got me and I was up all night long, I just could take a little snap at 5:30 til 7 am or something.

But it was interesting sharing with the sleepless people in twitter, even I got a follower for this blog, yes I'm a winner (A round of aplauses s'il vous plâit) lol. I'm worried, I know twitter is an adiction and having no options, well real healthy options to entertain myself here in the middle of the jungle I'm getting deeper in that fucking hole, but it's not like I don't wanna get there, lol, I'm that weird.

The land way to my beautiful Sincelejo is still blocked, but there are rumors (and rumor has it) that maybe in a couple of weeks we're going in four wheels to our beautiful Savannah. I hope I could sleep today and tonight better than last night, because I still have a lot of work to do, well not THAT much, but it's a decent ammount.

Something funny: "Face of Witch" was angry at me because my cellphone didn't let her sleep, but dude when she was playing music in that crazy high volume I didn't say anything so one day, please, it was just one night you didn't sleep, and I don't think you missed the number for the lottery. You Know. That's the way it goes.