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Me (Chile, December 2008)
I did not put "Self Portrait" because this is a meeting ....
No escriba "Auto-retrato" porque trata be a good encuentro ...
After the last note, I received three messages. The first
congratulated me and allowed himself, with my agreement to circulate the text. The second, for any comments, questioned me about my intentions "literary" ...
The third, finally taxed me more or less, and perhaps rightly, to proselytize.
I do not know about you, but my compliments make me happy and critics, after a longer or shorter lead me to thinking ... It
from nomads like me I found the beginnings of `enlightenment. Indeed, to cope with their cold reality of their daily worries, all those friends who are shivering or have their feet in water, might seem the last blunder! Because, obviously, this was not my intention ...
It is rather to express the desire that I had to give one day a big kick in the anthill of my existence to, as I was told here, " step aside "so dear to Gébé in his" Year 01 "; and, looking back, to estimate the benefits of this act, oh!, inconsiderate, not to mention immature ....
I had, indeed self-censored, removing the last sentence quoted Jerry Rubin to distant times when it was still beyond the pale: "Do it!"
then: apologies? ... It would find reasons to which this newspaper, but I may be wrong, so often overwhelms those friends ....( at least that is what the waves propagate trying to be forgotten, with lots of festivities close, somewhat buried in the "crisis").
And then, do we apologize to issue an opinion? I do not think not. We simply changes, if conditions are suitable. If placed in the balance of life, harms outweigh their opposites. For there is never any question that this happiness to which all aspire, I believe ....
Only fools never change their minds. They forget too quickly, perhaps those times "blessed" (sic) where "Blessed are the simple-minded" (which was promised a kingdom, which they probably did not care passionately!, Since they were on earth ...).
If the Catholic church, which I do not agree, moreover, has subsequently said and done a lot of crap, this promise at all case, was worth its weight in bliss!
If one (Julien Clerc) sang his desire, laudable, to be "useful", the other (Pratt, pariah ...), writing his wish not to be, (what idiocy!) and was finally, for many of us more than the first! Duly noted.
bonus, a small Brassens who often accompanied me, at a time when I was not singing yet Valparaiso, where I watched with envy, steal birds of passage. ...
So, I agree, or rather, "compartio" as they say here, where the expression, but I déjà dit, est toute première Importance ....( Merci Simon, who j'arrose, il sait peut être him, mais bon c'est toujours repeat it, de toute ma Fierté.)
After the last note, I received three messages.
The first felicities and permitioí me, with my agreement to distribute the text. The second, from the comments, I questioned about my intentions, "literary" ...
The third bin I finally more or less, and perhaps rightly so, of proselytism.
not know about you, but my compliments make me happy and critics, after a longer or shorter time, I get to thinking ...
Traveller is in my style I came initially for clarification. In fact, to cope with its cold reality, their daily concerns, all these friends shivering with cold, or the ocean, could be the last blunder! Because obviously it was not my intention ...
Rather it is to express the hope that one day I had to give a big kick in the anthill of my existence, to do, as I said here, "step aside" so dear to Gebe in its "Year 01" and, looking back, to estimate the benefits of this law, a lot!, thoughtless, if not immature ....
I had, in effect, free of censorship, removing the last sentence quoting Jerry Rubin a distant time when he was intractable: "Do it!"
then apologize? ... Is to find reasons for this daily, but can be bad, so often afflicts ....( friends is in any case, waves propagate to try to forget, a large reinforcements around the holidays, some embedded in the "crisis").
And then there are excuses to express an opinion? I think not. This will change, simply, if the conditions are right. If placed on the balance of life, the evils weigh heavier than their opposites. For there is no mention of the happiness that everyone wants, I think ....
Only fools do not change that view. It's a little soon forgotten, perhaps, these days "blessed" (sic) in the event that "Blessed are the simple-minded" (they were promised a kingdom, that the files probably crazy, Since yours is on earth ...).
If the Catholic Church, which I do not agree to, later said and done a lot of nonsense, this promise in any case, was worth its weight in delight!
If a (Julien Clerc) sang his desire, laudable, to be "useful", the other (Hugo Pratt, ...), wrote intractable their desire not to be (what idiocy!) And finally was, for many of us, more than the first! Duly noted.
As a bonus, a small Brassens, who often accompanied me, at a time or I did not sing or Valparaiso and watched with envy, migratory birds fly ....
So I "partage", or rather, "shared" as they say here, where the expression, but I said, it is very important ....( Thanks to Simon)
I did not put "Self Portrait" because this is a meeting ....
No escriba "Auto-retrato" porque trata be a good encuentro ...
After the last note, I received three messages. The first congratulated me and allowed himself, with my agreement to circulate the text. The second, for any comments, questioned me about my intentions "literary" ...
The third, finally taxed me more or less, and perhaps rightly, to proselytize.
I do not know about you, but my compliments make me happy and critics, after a longer or shorter lead me to thinking ... It
from nomads like me I found the beginnings of `enlightenment. Indeed, to cope with their cold reality of their daily worries, all those friends who are shivering or have their feet in water, might seem the last blunder! Because, obviously, this was not my intention ...
It is rather to express the desire that I had to give one day a big kick in the anthill of my existence to, as I was told here, " step aside "so dear to Gébé in his" Year 01 "; and, looking back, to estimate the benefits of this act, oh!, inconsiderate, not to mention immature ....
I had, indeed self-censored, removing the last sentence quoted Jerry Rubin to distant times when it was still beyond the pale: "Do it!"
then: apologies? ... It would find reasons to which this newspaper, but I may be wrong, so often overwhelms those friends ....( at least that is what the waves propagate trying to be forgotten, with lots of festivities close, somewhat buried in the "crisis").
And then, do we apologize to issue an opinion? I do not think not. We simply changes, if conditions are suitable. If placed in the balance of life, harms outweigh their opposites. For there is never any question that this happiness to which all aspire, I believe ....
Only fools never change their minds. They forget too quickly, perhaps those times "blessed" (sic) where "Blessed are the simple-minded" (which was promised a kingdom, which they probably did not care passionately!, Since they were on earth ...).
If the Catholic church, which I do not agree, moreover, has subsequently said and done a lot of crap, this promise at all case, was worth its weight in bliss!
If one (Julien Clerc) sang his desire, laudable, to be "useful", the other (Pratt, pariah ...), writing his wish not to be, (what idiocy!) and was finally, for many of us more than the first! Duly noted.
bonus, a small Brassens who often accompanied me, at a time when I was not singing yet Valparaiso, where I watched with envy, steal birds of passage. ...
So, I agree, or rather, "compartio" as they say here, where the expression, but I déjà dit, est toute première Importance ....( Merci Simon, who j'arrose, il sait peut être him, mais bon c'est toujours repeat it, de toute ma Fierté.)
After the last note, I received three messages.
The first felicities and permitioí me, with my agreement to distribute the text. The second, from the comments, I questioned about my intentions, "literary" ...
The third bin I finally more or less, and perhaps rightly so, of proselytism.
not know about you, but my compliments make me happy and critics, after a longer or shorter time, I get to thinking ...
Traveller is in my style I came initially for clarification. In fact, to cope with its cold reality, their daily concerns, all these friends shivering with cold, or the ocean, could be the last blunder! Because obviously it was not my intention ...
Rather it is to express the hope that one day I had to give a big kick in the anthill of my existence, to do, as I said here, "step aside" so dear to Gebe in its "Year 01" and, looking back, to estimate the benefits of this law, a lot!, thoughtless, if not immature ....
I had, in effect, free of censorship, removing the last sentence quoting Jerry Rubin a distant time when he was intractable: "Do it!"
then apologize? ... Is to find reasons for this daily, but can be bad, so often afflicts ....( friends is in any case, waves propagate to try to forget, a large reinforcements around the holidays, some embedded in the "crisis").
And then there are excuses to express an opinion? I think not. This will change, simply, if the conditions are right. If placed on the balance of life, the evils weigh heavier than their opposites. For there is no mention of the happiness that everyone wants, I think ....
Only fools do not change that view. It's a little soon forgotten, perhaps, these days "blessed" (sic) in the event that "Blessed are the simple-minded" (they were promised a kingdom, that the files probably crazy, Since yours is on earth ...).
If the Catholic Church, which I do not agree to, later said and done a lot of nonsense, this promise in any case, was worth its weight in delight!
If a (Julien Clerc) sang his desire, laudable, to be "useful", the other (Hugo Pratt, ...), wrote intractable their desire not to be (what idiocy!) And finally was, for many of us, more than the first! Duly noted.
As a bonus, a small Brassens, who often accompanied me, at a time or I did not sing or Valparaiso and watched with envy, migratory birds fly ....
So I "partage", or rather, "shared" as they say here, where the expression, but I said, it is very important ....( Thanks to Simon)
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Hot Scenes Of Mera Naam Koker
Lucia goes too fast ( Bolivia, August 2008)
Je lui avais promis if entrait elle dans la chambre 110, and appear d'sous ce titre ... Mais je m'étais tube. A Sucre (Bolivia), where I met her in July, she began to ease off. His journey in three months was the conduct of Guatemala to the south of Peru and Bolivia, and finally to northern Argentina and ending in Buenos Aires, was projected over six months now ....
tourists, she became a traveler, but not yet mobile.
At this writing (November 8) it may still be in Argentina's capital, telling me to lie back and finds his true nature .... our true nature, because the Man is born nomad .....
When traveling, I read.
I read a lot, and, curiously, much more than when I was sedentary.
Still, my readings opened my door that I was conscious of never being able to cross. These horizons remained more or less distant from the dream stage, and go until the end of those dreams that do not belong to me, I had become difficult or impossible ...
Today, those dreams I touch the finger, I walk on these walks and even if I do not think I even really integrated "family" of frequent travelers (I am the only?) Through pages a book, I agree, I agree for good ....
Books I gleaned at random hotels, bookstores. And my car, gradually turns into mobile library ....(" itinerant " what a nice word, what sound!), what my shocks, to which culture is neither hot nor cold, do not like ...
Novels, biographies, historical, ethnological, and travel narratives, of course!
The complete works of Bruce Chatwin have long been at my bedside and I read them, of course, to the last syllable.
His "In Patagonia" really takes you, figuratively ... but ... what was my case, literally so.
course, it does not always avoid the pitfalls of travel writers (and no, writers, travelers), mainly nomads, imagine that this literary caste they are prohibited and chisel their sentences conscientious craftsmen, as for admission ... (Nicolas Bouvier is a striking example, not to say "crying "!!...). But
deuce, the important thing is that their words are telling us the beauty of the world (and its "use"), they capsize us, and we capsized ...
From my point of view, Chatwin had - because he had the bad idea of dying early top-engineering titles.
"The Songlines", borrowed from the aboriginal Australians, but also: "What am I doing here?", "Somewhere to hang his hat," "Anatomy of wandering," "Horror of the home" or: "A World wandering nomad."
The man is a nomad, definitely. First it was an intuition, it is now, with experience, conviction.
fear, comfort, fatigue, perhaps, have become sedentary.
the power of a "stronger" first, then money and "look" Finally, he handed the key fields, the same man who opened the doors of this "social prison" whose thickness of the walls was to ensure against its fears and assure her well being. His chains are
names: Taxes, credit, bills, taxes diverse and varied, and his escape from daily called as illusory: Television, radio or web, assuming the latter two, however, which is the lesser evil, interactivity (and sometimes the illusion ...). He also shares his desire to make the present more bearable.
Go to see this "elsewhere", if, perchance, it was not there, it became impossible for the fear and the need for comfort (they always) carefully maintained by those authorities who monitor (and the wandering mind when he does not worry ...), prevent this ....
Curiously, talking with passengers crossed from this side of the dream where I live now, I have often felt that, in moving these fears faded gradually. In any society, I have met so many people so little concerned for their future. Some, take sabbaticals, but many people who leave their jobs completely convinced to regain their return. Tomorrow is another day, and every problem there is a solution. As if the first step (the hardest part ...) in the unknown road, was returning confidence in the aftermath .....
The journey is a quest, the quest is a journey. Unless you are completely lobotomized, the human is looking, still ... Then he
satisfy this need by attending bookstores, cinemas, theaters, concert halls (as well as stadiums, racetracks, casinos ...). Failing to travel with his feet, he carries with his brain. He speaks of himself as well, though. Aware of the emptiness of her daily life, he "entertains" 's evaders, to "exchange ideas" ... What do they weigh whether these ideas that we should, from time to time, change? Is it the weight of this indispensable company? When
its facilities permit, he made a few quick jumps chip in some points of the globe, and comes back just as quickly to this mother believes that nurturing, while the vampirizes ....
. That we believe does not go that nomadism I socialized. I do not live as a hermit, I still need my "neighbor" as he needs me, and sharing is a wonderful idea, a fire I try, probably more today than yesterday maintain. But I do not want at any price, to grant these "next", my freedom to think and act, in other words, to be nomadic.
This so-called "herd instinct", I do not believe it. This ground of birth in which our roots pump their juices, while our leaves throat oxygen, never repeated, thereby drawing them, our forces, not more. Although I have great respect for them, and even more than before (when traveling, and it is not the least of its advantages include environmental awareness ...), I'm not a tree. It
Elsewhere (with a capital A) that I picked, not the desire to "create", to express, I always had, but the will to complete all these projects. "Make", so to speak. The weather probably will not leave me no time to finish everything, though, travel forming the youth, I know nothing, after all, but "tomorrow is another day", is not it? .. ..
a lot of confidence back in me (do not dream, I have the book ...), I have the impression that my design evolves; in profits, in other words. When the desire to write that I never really left, he dives today his pen into the inkwell of lived experience. I finally "something to tell" and I think more and more "words to say."
If I know the blessings of family, clan, I also know the harm and risks. Anyone (individual, means ...) agrees: it is in the larger groups that break up the intelligence. Supporters, for example, quickly become in any sport, a dangerous bunch of fools, "more than four" perfect "band
de cons ".... If I continue to regard the individual travel as essential in the search for oneself, nothing prevents us nomads family or even clan. Some, indeed, do. When my kids were little, I put a critical eye and severe on those couples that resulted in their peregrinations, children in infancy. Considering, though knowing nothing of the memorial power of these little men, than they was useless to be shipped to distant destinations, which they would keep in any case, no memory. And that the attitude of their parents was very selfish, who thought and their enjoyment of travel.
course, I was wrong. If elsewhere, which is not shown, brings them directly, little things, at least he has the advantage of turning their educators. For any trip, even one of those "jumping flea" cited above, one that brings it launches and, of course, stretching over time, brings benefit .... They rise, flourish in the social fabric that are not "theirs"? What does this change? They take ownership of this "social fabric", it can be trusted! (Migrant families in search of a better life, a land that they hope hospital, are not otherwise ...) In any case, they will be the best way to become citizens of the world .... Oh, I'm not worried, I'm not going to empty the schools with my About. Fear is always there, strong and well maintained. Probably Will we eventually realize that technological advances we allow this nomadism, not only for the designers ... The day the nomadic, traveling on his newfound freedom, more ... scares, and it ......
At last (November 14), Lucy returned to France in four days and rather regret not having been able to "do everything ".....
No, really, Lucie is trop vite! LUCIE
going too fast
I promised, if she entered the room 110, to appear under this title ...
But I was wrong. A Sucre (Bolivia), where I met her in July, begins to lift the foot. His trip was to take her three months in Guatemala, southern Peru, Bolivia and finally to northern Argentina and ends in Buenos Aires, is now projected six months ....
of tourists, was turned into traveling, but not nomadic.
As I write this (November 8), is probably still in the capital of Argentina, currently extends to me again and regain their true nature .... our true nature as man was born a nomad .....
When traveling, leio.
I read a lot and, strangely, much more than when I was sedentary.
However, my reading I abraban doors aware that I can never cross. These horizons are more or less maintained in the distant dream, and go to the end of these dreams that I belonged had become difficult or impossible ...
Today, those dreams of playing with the finger, I walk through these horizons and although I do not really I joined, even "family" of passengers (only want it?), through the pages of a book, shared, shared the truth .... Books
random gleaning hotels, bookstores. And my car slowly becomes ....(" traveling bookmobile "What nice word, what sound like no other!)
Novels, biographies, historical, ethnological and travel books, of course!
The complete works of Bruce Chatwin have long been in my head, and I've read, of course, to the last syllable.
His "In Patagonia," which really prevails, figuratively ... but ... that was my case, I also own.
course, yet avoids the pitfalls of travel writers (and not travel writers) who, above all are nomads, caste imagine that this is forbidden Literary and chisel their sentences as good craftsmen, as for admission. .. (Nicolas Bouvier is a case speaker, if not "shouting "!!...).
But enough!, The important thing is that his words tell us the beauty of the world (and its "use"), lead us and lead us ...
From my point of view, there Chatwin - because he had the bad idea of dying young man had great titles.
"The song of the tracks" taken from Aboriginal Australians, but also: "Somewhere to hang your hat", "Anatomy of walking", "Horror House" or "A nomad nomadic world ".
The man is homeless, definitely. Initially it was an intuition, it is now, with experience, a certainty.
Fear, comfort, fatigue may have been settled. Held by a "stronger" First, the money and then, finally, the appearances, he delivered the key areas, this that opened the doors of this "prison social "in which the wall thickness must ensure that its fears and to ensure the welfare of people.
His chains are: taxes, loans, bills, taxes and various types, and its daily flight illusion called: television, radio and web, in the course of the last two, however, which is a lesser evil, interactivity. Share your desires from elsewhere in order to make this more bearable.
Go to this "another place" to see if, by chance, he was not, became impossible, because fear and the need for comfort (if they) carefully maintained by the authorities to monitor (and to whom, the nomad uncomfortable, if not prevent it .... scary ...),
Interestingly, the interaction with passengers crossed to this side of this dream where I live now, on several occasions I felt that, in moving these fears gradually disappear. In any society, I have met so many people so little concerned about their future. Some take sabbaticals, but many completely leave their jobs, convinced that they can find one on their return. Tomorrow is another day, and any problem is a solution. As if the first step (the hardest ...) to the unknown of the road, returning confidence in the future .....
The journey is a search, the search is a journey. Unless fully lobotomisé, human beings are like, forever ...
therefore meet this need by visiting libraries, cinemas, theaters, concert halls (and stadiums, racetracks, casinos ...). If not traveling with his feet, at least travel to the brain. He talks about himself and, in fact, recognizing the void in his diary that "entertaining" to "elude" is "change ideas" ... What do you weigh these ideas, which we, from time to time, necessitas change? Is the weight of society is so vital?
When you have ability, he makes some fast breaks chips in some parts of the world and just as quickly return to this mother thinks that feeds it, while the vampirisa ....
. What I do not believe desocialisation nomadism. I do not live like a hermit, I still need my "neighbor" as he needs me, and sharing is a very beautiful idea, a fire that I, perhaps more today than yesterday, I try to maintain. But I will not at any price, granting these "next", my freedom to act and think, in other words, to be nomadic.
This so-called "herd instinct" I do not think so. This land of birth where our roots pump their juices, while our oxygen leaves a groove, never repeated, they therefore, our forces, no advantage. Although I have great respect for them, and more than before (travel expenses, but not the least of its advantages, there is an ecological conscience ...), I'm not a tree.
than elsewhere (with a big L) I have no desire to express, I always what I did, but the will to complete all these projects. "Do" in a way. Time would not probably not release all but complete form of youth travel, I know, after all, but "tomorrow is another day", right? .. ..
Some confidence me (no sleep, I have the book ...), I think my design evolves; benefits, in other words. When the desire to write that I never really left, now dips his pen in the ink of experience, experience. Finally, "something to say, and I think more and more words" to say. "
If I know that the benefits of the family, clan, I also know of the damage and risks. Any person (individual, of course ...) agrees expanded in groups to break intelligence. Supporters, for example, become very quickly, all sports combined, a dangerous gang of idiots, "more than four" perfect "band of jerks "....
If I continue to regard the individual as essential journeys in search of himself, nothing prevents us from nomadisar family or clan. Some, in fact, they do. When my children were young, I asked a critical eye and severe in those couples that led to his trip, young children. Whereas, despite knowing nothing about the power of memory of these little men, does not serve the purpose of long-haul cargo, which they keep in any case, I do not remember. And that the attitude of their parents was selfish, he believes his passion for travel.
Of course, I was in error. If other countries, which is not shown that directly offer that little to these children, at least that transformed the advantage of their teachers. For all trips, even if one of these breaks chip "above", available and, of course, extends over time provides benefits .... They rise, flourish in the tissues that are not "them"? What change? Appropriating it, this "social fabric" you can trust! (Migrant families in search of a better life, a land they expect that hospitals do nothing ...) In any case, it is about the best way to become world citizens. ... Oh, I'm not worried, I'm not going to empty the schools with my words. The fear is still there, firmly rooted and well maintained. Certainly, we will finally achieve that technological advances do not allow this nomadism, not only for artists ... The day nomad, traveling through his freedom, no more scared ... and that ......
For the latest (November 1914), Lucie returned to France in four days and a bit of regret not being able to "do everything possible ".....
No, decidedly, Lucie goes too fast!
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