Friday, March 03, 2006

No sé, pero me dejo pensando... I don't know, but I'm thinking about it...

Everything started with a woman from our community who was very disappointed because a man hadn't given her his parking ticket. Yes that's what I am saying!. In this place you pay a flat rate for 24 hours or less, and because of this the woman saw the opportunity to ask the man for his ticket because he wouldn't need it anymore. But what caused her to be angry was to see that the man's hands were shaking as he tore up the ticket and threw the pieces in the garbage without exchanging a word with her.

We hear and understand her anger, but ...

What happens if we put ourselves in the place of the man?

Yes! we would give her the ticket because she is from our community but underneath we would be angry and annoyed at her behaviour just like the man. this is an honest response.

This response shared by all of us created an animated conversation because the warmth of our honesty caused us to talk about things which we hadn't discussed before; our voices were telling secrets which we hadn't even thought before, but we had had at them as intuitions. It was the price of starting a new life in a new country.

In this lonely and cold night our feelings demolished the words and we said everything... at the end we were left with only the bitter aftertaste of silence stuck in our throats, which were dry without saliva and left us with those attempts at new ideas circulating in our heads like birds of ill omen.

Yes, we don't recognize ourselves... what happened to us or what is happening?

Todo comenzo con una senora de nuestra comunidad que estaba muy enojada porque un Sr. no le dio su ticket del parqueo. Si asi como lo oye. En este lugar la persona paga una tarifa fija por veinte y cuatro horas o menos, razon por la cual, la senora vio en ello la oportunidad de pedirle al Sr. que ya no requeria del parqueo su ticket. Pero lo que le causo indignacion fue ver como al Sr. le temblaban las manos cuando hacia tiras el ticket y ponia los pedazos en la basura, sin medir una palabra con ella.

Nosotros le escuchamos y entendiamos su indignacion
...pero
...pero

Que pasaria si nosotros estuvieramos en el lugar del Sr.?

Si! le dariamos el ticket -porque es de nuestra comunidad-, pero en el fondo nos sentiriamos indignados y enojados de su conducta igual que el Sr. Esa es una respuesta honesta.

Esta repuesta compartidad por todos nosotros, creo una animada charla, que al calor de la honestidad nos hacia hablar de cosas que no habiamos dicho en voz alta antes, eramos voces contando secretos que nunca antes habiamos pensado, pero lo intuiamos. Era el precio de empezar una nueva nueva vida en una nueva tierra.

En esa solitaria y helada noche, los sentimientos arrasaron con las palabras, y dijimos todo... al final solo nos quedo el sabor del trago amargo del silencio, enroscado en nuestras gargantas, que estaban secas, sin saliva, y nos quedaron estos conatos de nuevas ideas rondando por nuestras cabezas como aves de malaguero.

Si ya no nos reconociamos, que fue lo que paso o lo que nos pasa?

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Beauty

The longer I live the more beautiful life becomes.
Frank Lloyd Wright

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Invierno Winter

Algunas veces me siento como una silenciosa tortuga esperando la primavera a la vuelta de la esquina de la vida... pero no aparece y mi cansancio se convierte en un hastio que acarreo dia a dia hasta que la primavera abre sus ventanas.

En este pais no soy un "oso" invernando... soy una "tortuga" invernando, sentada pacientemente en la nieve esperando, contando los dias que me acercan a las flores, el canto de los pajaros, a esos cielos azules que le ponen musica a mi vida.

En esta seclusion producto de la invernación, aprendi otra leccion, si, aprendi la importancia de vivir el momento. El pasado como el futuro son lo que no son. El presente es lo unico que es, asi que debo vivir el momento con paz en mi corazon. Debo aprender a vivir la vida con lo que esta me regala y no esperar mas, es aceptar en la paz de mi corazon mi presente... el manana no se sabe lo que trae. Debo vivir en paz, disfrutar esa helada nieve que me invita a crear snow angels y muñecos de nieve.

Pensandolo bien, reconozco que sigo siendo siendo una tortuga de aguas tropicales que amistosamente comparte el frio de esta epoca con el groundhog

Sometimes I feel like a silent turtle waiting for the spring just around the corner of life, but it doesn't appear and my tiredness converts itself to a boredom which I have to carry day by day until spring opens its windows.

I don't feel like a hibernating bear, I am an hibernating turtle, sitting patiently in the snow waiting, counting the days, until I will be close to the flowers, to the songs of the birds, to those blue skies which put music in my life.

In this seclusion produced by hibernation I learned another lesson, yes, I learned the importance of living in the moment. The past like the future is that which is not, the present is the only thing that is, so that I must live for the moment with peace in my heart. I must learn to live life as something that is given to me and not to look for more, to accept in the peace of my heart my present...we don't know what will happen tomorrow. I must live in peace, enjoy this cold snow, which invites me to make snow angels and snowmen.

On second thoughts, I realize that I am still a turtle, but one from tropical waters which in a friendly way shares the cold of this season with the groundhog.

Bing 🎶 Suno