When there’re no words to say something… maybe there’s nothing to be said at all. Why is that we feel as we have to say/feel something when the world around us changes? Why do we feel obliged to feel? What about if I don’t feel anything? What about if it doesn’t really hurt? What about if I’m not even bothered? Can it be that way?
When the flame is gone… well, it’s gone. Is it even useful to think about the reasons why the flame is gone? For some people it may be. However, by contemplating the storm that has already gone, we’ll for sure miss the sun shining upon us. And if the sun doesn’t come today that doesn’t mean it’s not there. Clouds are hiding it for now… but I can assure you, it’s still there.
Enjoy the weather even if it rains cause it’ll bring you a rainbow. Enjoy the sun when it shines. But don’t wait for it to live. Keep on living. It’ll shine again eventually.
Sunday, 13 February 2011
Monday, 31 January 2011
Never let me go vs. If you love somebody, let them go.
When someone tells you “never let me go”, what exactly do they mean? Is that they are in love with you? Is it only that they need you or they feel they do? If so, is that love at all?
When someone tells you “never let me go” and he lets you go, did he not love you in the end? Was he honest? Was he fulfilling another need but love?
And from there, what’s love about after all? To need someone that much you can’t even think without him? Or to feel so enlighten you feel you can achieve anything you’ve dreamt of?
If love is white or red or both, why is that we sometimes feel blue with someone? From a white swan we change into a black one? And then, nothing, emptiness, fulfilment at the same time. The good and the bad within us come to see the light –or the darkness-. Why do we think that love will only make our good attributes appear? After all, we’re both, good and evil in one soul, in one body, in one self. If love is supposed to make our inner self show, do you know what may happen if you let the door to be opened? Are you ready to accept and live the myriad of blessings and curses attached to the package?
If love heals, is that because love hurts first? Should it be that way? If it hurts, is that love at all? Are we supposed to be transformed by its magical wand? The web says that love is “a strong positive emotion of regard and affection”; however, it is short in telling us about its consequences.
If I never let you go, does it mean I do love you? Or does it mean I’ll have your love granted for eternity and beyond? I’m not sure… I simply don’t know… Do you?
If there are difference to overcome, isn’t it exactly why you shouldn’t let me go? Everyone grows through challenge. If we’re used to our environment and surroundings, we’re comfortable. However, is love supposed to make us feel comfortable? If so, at least for me, what a simplistic and shallow view. Love transforms, love shapes, love breaks and makes. Never let me go… or rather… let me go if you don’t dare to challenge life and boundaries… together… because if you don’t want me to ever let you go, you’ve to make me feel as you’ll never want me to be someone I’m not.
Never let me go… do let me be free… do let me fly… do not cut my wings… if I can fly with that someone, if we can reach the sky together, there’s no need to tell “never let me go” because we’re flying the flight together. However, if you stand still forever, only comfortably contemplating the view and waiting for them to contemplate and be jealous of your comfortability, and you ask someone “never let me go”, you’re asking the wrong question; you should better ask: “do stay here with me”, because you’re not going anywhere. And by having said that, you’re reluctant to fly… and that’s fair. But to ask someone that by nature is a free flying being to stay is a matter of different nature… never let me go… do stay with me… do not fly… why not better: lets fly together the existence we both are living; and now and then, land anywhere and rest for a new adventure together, the ongoing adventure of life, that never-ending moebius that some people observe with fear while they walk slowly to a peaceful and comfortable death without knowing they’re actually dead to life.
The sentence says "If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were". Things are meant to be, although we are the one who chooses the path. Be free and let whoever is with you be free. The real way to be with someone is to be free together. To be with someone in any kind of relationship is upon our free will as free individual sovereigns. If you play the game, accept the rules they say. Let him free. I let you free. But don't wait. Turn the page and see what's waiting for you in the next chapter. Maybe the same character, maybe a different one. But one thing I can assure you, the main character will still be there: you. Because whoever was with you in the previous chapters was there sharing a space that although one day was common, it's been always yours. Never let me go... If you love someone, let them free. You choose. I've chosen. Lets share our freedom, our sovereigtny or start different stories from now on with one common chapter. Se la vi! Enjoy it! Let it go.
When someone tells you “never let me go” and he lets you go, did he not love you in the end? Was he honest? Was he fulfilling another need but love?
And from there, what’s love about after all? To need someone that much you can’t even think without him? Or to feel so enlighten you feel you can achieve anything you’ve dreamt of?
If love is white or red or both, why is that we sometimes feel blue with someone? From a white swan we change into a black one? And then, nothing, emptiness, fulfilment at the same time. The good and the bad within us come to see the light –or the darkness-. Why do we think that love will only make our good attributes appear? After all, we’re both, good and evil in one soul, in one body, in one self. If love is supposed to make our inner self show, do you know what may happen if you let the door to be opened? Are you ready to accept and live the myriad of blessings and curses attached to the package?
If love heals, is that because love hurts first? Should it be that way? If it hurts, is that love at all? Are we supposed to be transformed by its magical wand? The web says that love is “a strong positive emotion of regard and affection”; however, it is short in telling us about its consequences.
If I never let you go, does it mean I do love you? Or does it mean I’ll have your love granted for eternity and beyond? I’m not sure… I simply don’t know… Do you?
If there are difference to overcome, isn’t it exactly why you shouldn’t let me go? Everyone grows through challenge. If we’re used to our environment and surroundings, we’re comfortable. However, is love supposed to make us feel comfortable? If so, at least for me, what a simplistic and shallow view. Love transforms, love shapes, love breaks and makes. Never let me go… or rather… let me go if you don’t dare to challenge life and boundaries… together… because if you don’t want me to ever let you go, you’ve to make me feel as you’ll never want me to be someone I’m not.
Never let me go… do let me be free… do let me fly… do not cut my wings… if I can fly with that someone, if we can reach the sky together, there’s no need to tell “never let me go” because we’re flying the flight together. However, if you stand still forever, only comfortably contemplating the view and waiting for them to contemplate and be jealous of your comfortability, and you ask someone “never let me go”, you’re asking the wrong question; you should better ask: “do stay here with me”, because you’re not going anywhere. And by having said that, you’re reluctant to fly… and that’s fair. But to ask someone that by nature is a free flying being to stay is a matter of different nature… never let me go… do stay with me… do not fly… why not better: lets fly together the existence we both are living; and now and then, land anywhere and rest for a new adventure together, the ongoing adventure of life, that never-ending moebius that some people observe with fear while they walk slowly to a peaceful and comfortable death without knowing they’re actually dead to life.
The sentence says "If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were". Things are meant to be, although we are the one who chooses the path. Be free and let whoever is with you be free. The real way to be with someone is to be free together. To be with someone in any kind of relationship is upon our free will as free individual sovereigns. If you play the game, accept the rules they say. Let him free. I let you free. But don't wait. Turn the page and see what's waiting for you in the next chapter. Maybe the same character, maybe a different one. But one thing I can assure you, the main character will still be there: you. Because whoever was with you in the previous chapters was there sharing a space that although one day was common, it's been always yours. Never let me go... If you love someone, let them free. You choose. I've chosen. Lets share our freedom, our sovereigtny or start different stories from now on with one common chapter. Se la vi! Enjoy it! Let it go.
Tuesday, 18 January 2011
Thursday, 6 January 2011
No te salves. Don't save yourself. Mario Benedetti.
No te quedes inmóvil
al borde del camino
no congeles el júbilo
no quieras con desgana
no te salves ahora
ni nunca
no te salves
no te llenes de calma
no reserves del mundo
sólo un rincon tranquilo
no dejes caer los párpados
pesados como juicios
no te quedes sin labios
no te duermas sin sueño
no te pienses sin sangre
no te juzgues sin tiempo
pero si
pese a todo
no puedes evitarlo
y congelas el júbilo
y quieres con desgana
y te salvas ahora
y te llenas de calma
y reservas del mundo
sólo un rincon tranquilo
y dejas caer los párpados
pesados como juicios
y te secas sin labios
y te duermes sin sueño
y te piensas sin sangre
y te juzgas sin tiempo
y te quedas inmóvil
al borde del camino
y te salvas
entonces
no te quedes conmigo.
Don’t remain immobile
At the edge of the road
Don’t freeze the joy
Don’t love with reluctance
Don’t save yourself now
or ever
Don’t save yourself
Don’t fill with calm
Don’t reserve in the world
Only a secure place
Don’t let your eyelids fall
Heavily as judgments
Don’t speak without lips
Don’t sleep without sleepiness
Don’t imagine yourself without blood
Don’t judge yourself without time.
But if
in spite of everything
You can’t help it,
And you freeze the joy,
And you love with reluctance,
And you save yourself now,
And you fill with calm
And you reserve in the world
Only a calm place,
And you let fall your eyelids
Heavily as judgments,
And you speak without lips,
And you sleep without sleepiness,
And you imagine yourself without blood,
And you judge yourself without time,
And you remain immobile
At the edge of the road,
And you save yourself,
Then…
Don’t stay with me.
al borde del camino
no congeles el júbilo
no quieras con desgana
no te salves ahora
ni nunca
no te salves
no te llenes de calma
no reserves del mundo
sólo un rincon tranquilo
no dejes caer los párpados
pesados como juicios
no te quedes sin labios
no te duermas sin sueño
no te pienses sin sangre
no te juzgues sin tiempo
pero si
pese a todo
no puedes evitarlo
y congelas el júbilo
y quieres con desgana
y te salvas ahora
y te llenas de calma
y reservas del mundo
sólo un rincon tranquilo
y dejas caer los párpados
pesados como juicios
y te secas sin labios
y te duermes sin sueño
y te piensas sin sangre
y te juzgas sin tiempo
y te quedas inmóvil
al borde del camino
y te salvas
entonces
no te quedes conmigo.
Don’t remain immobile
At the edge of the road
Don’t freeze the joy
Don’t love with reluctance
Don’t save yourself now
or ever
Don’t save yourself
Don’t fill with calm
Don’t reserve in the world
Only a secure place
Don’t let your eyelids fall
Heavily as judgments
Don’t speak without lips
Don’t sleep without sleepiness
Don’t imagine yourself without blood
Don’t judge yourself without time.
But if
in spite of everything
You can’t help it,
And you freeze the joy,
And you love with reluctance,
And you save yourself now,
And you fill with calm
And you reserve in the world
Only a calm place,
And you let fall your eyelids
Heavily as judgments,
And you speak without lips,
And you sleep without sleepiness,
And you imagine yourself without blood,
And you judge yourself without time,
And you remain immobile
At the edge of the road,
And you save yourself,
Then…
Don’t stay with me.
Monday, 18 October 2010
América
Soy argentino? Soy americano? Soy latinoamericano? Soy los tres!
Por qué el argentino tiene vergüenza de ser latinoamericano? Es el argentino más que un peruano o mexicano? Tiene algún gen mejor?
Ni lo uno ni lo otro.
Gabriel García Márquez me mostró Macondo; Isabel Allende me hizo sentir a Paula; Shakira y las caderas; Bioy y Morel con sus fotogramas; Chespirito y sus sonrisas; el Machu Pichu y sus misterios; la salsa y el merengue; el tango y el candombe; Ricky Martin y Gardel; Borges, Neruda, Vargas Llosa, Benedetti y Alfonsina; Maradona, Pelé, Sena y Woods; Susana y Ophra; Xuxa, Odisea Burbujas, Disney y la magia; Quinquela y Warhol; Verónica, Thalia, Andrea y Luisa; JFK, Evita y Luther King; Pancho Villa, el Ché Guevara y Fidel Castro; Cantinflas, San Martín y Bolívar; Frida Khalo y tantos más…
Soy argentino, sí; pero orgulloso de la tierra americana. Feliz día a las tres Américas; feliz día América; o como decía la Reina, FELIZ DIA AMERICA TOTAL...
Llevo en mi el sueño
De ver caer el sol
Y no hallar durmiendo en las veredas
Niños sin amor,
Que todo el pueblo americano
Desea ver el fin
De este miedo de ser hermanos
Pues solamente así...
Toda América
Será América
América total
Una América
Más América
Que norte, sur, central
Mi América, nuestra América
América integral
Oh América!
Se América
De todos por igual
América total!
El águila y el cóndor
Renuncien a ser dos
Con sus alas cubrirán
Todo alrededor
No precisa nadie fronteras
Para ser mas feliz
Y esta tierra de mil maneras
Comparte la raíz
En fin pasan los años
Mas nunca pasará
Este sueño americano
De ser una unidad
Donde el miedo, el frío, el hambre
Y el vicio tendrán fin
Esta América de tantos nombres
Es una sola en mi
El día que esto vaya a suceder
Sabrás que es por mi,
Por ti, por tu fe
Y entonces gritarás, yo gritaré
Con esto soñé! Con esto soñé!
Por qué el argentino tiene vergüenza de ser latinoamericano? Es el argentino más que un peruano o mexicano? Tiene algún gen mejor?
Ni lo uno ni lo otro.
Gabriel García Márquez me mostró Macondo; Isabel Allende me hizo sentir a Paula; Shakira y las caderas; Bioy y Morel con sus fotogramas; Chespirito y sus sonrisas; el Machu Pichu y sus misterios; la salsa y el merengue; el tango y el candombe; Ricky Martin y Gardel; Borges, Neruda, Vargas Llosa, Benedetti y Alfonsina; Maradona, Pelé, Sena y Woods; Susana y Ophra; Xuxa, Odisea Burbujas, Disney y la magia; Quinquela y Warhol; Verónica, Thalia, Andrea y Luisa; JFK, Evita y Luther King; Pancho Villa, el Ché Guevara y Fidel Castro; Cantinflas, San Martín y Bolívar; Frida Khalo y tantos más…
Soy argentino, sí; pero orgulloso de la tierra americana. Feliz día a las tres Américas; feliz día América; o como decía la Reina, FELIZ DIA AMERICA TOTAL...
Llevo en mi el sueño
De ver caer el sol
Y no hallar durmiendo en las veredas
Niños sin amor,
Que todo el pueblo americano
Desea ver el fin
De este miedo de ser hermanos
Pues solamente así...
Toda América
Será América
América total
Una América
Más América
Que norte, sur, central
Mi América, nuestra América
América integral
Oh América!
Se América
De todos por igual
América total!
El águila y el cóndor
Renuncien a ser dos
Con sus alas cubrirán
Todo alrededor
No precisa nadie fronteras
Para ser mas feliz
Y esta tierra de mil maneras
Comparte la raíz
En fin pasan los años
Mas nunca pasará
Este sueño americano
De ser una unidad
Donde el miedo, el frío, el hambre
Y el vicio tendrán fin
Esta América de tantos nombres
Es una sola en mi
El día que esto vaya a suceder
Sabrás que es por mi,
Por ti, por tu fe
Y entonces gritarás, yo gritaré
Con esto soñé! Con esto soñé!
Monday, 27 September 2010
Eat, pray, love. Live
There are impossible things that sometimes you achieve without knowing how…
The miracle of having someone next to us is just that, a miracle.
How many people do we know that stay all their life next to someone without really knowing him/her? Social conventions, the fact that we get used to someone like we get used to an object, the loneliness within most people fear of, in short, the solitude.
Isn’t it more precarious to be with someone and not to be able to speak the true words? I went yesterday to see Eat, Pray and Love, the latest of Julia Roberts’ film. It’s not an iconic one, accepted; however, for those who don’t mind taking a step aside of the vulgarity and tediousness social pre-conceptions tie us, it will have sense.
We’re all in a journey most of us call life: it starts alone; it ends alone. In the meantime it seems we need to get someone to get hold of, to fasten ourselves to his/her belt and not let them go.
When children, we all dreamt of flying. What do we do with our wings when we grow up? Do we loose strength? Do our strengths change into weakness? Why do we seek for someone to complete us? And the happily ever after?
We can’t complete anyone if we’re not complete ourselves first. Do we need a trip to Bali to have the balance? Go to Bali, but enjoy the view and its people, the smells and fragrances, the beauty of being simple. The more you seek for balance, the less you’ll find it. Life is to be lived (mistakes included). Him/her who doesn’t dare to challenge destiny or faith in any way deserves to be called mediocre. And I don’t imply mediocre has a negative aura. It only has a neutral one.
Life is to be lived in full colours, high definition if possible. Black and white images are smart, look neat and go well in a still frame. I don’t want that. Do you? Try something spicy, try something different, try something risky, try something others say it’s stupid, be childish, let you be yourself; be unpredictable not to others, but to yourself.
What are you going to wait for? Your next life? Your next journey? Unfortunately, theories and religions apart, I have only one life that almost lost when I was a child. Since then and till now I live. I do make mistakes, sure; it may hurt, absolutely… so? I’m alive, are you?
Have the highest dreams you can possibly have, dare to dream and create a vision; risk and go for the vision. Scared? Obviously, you’re human, you may fail. So? Fail one and twenty times. Your life will be rich in experiences. After all, those are the things you’ll remember. As Garcia Marquez said, “vivir para contarla” so live and tell your story. If no-one listen, who cares, it’s your only and unique story and you’re the main character, executive producer, writer and director. You decide when, who, how, what; you stop and start; you choose.
Seek for love, seek for adventure, seek for passion, seek for taste, seek for simplicity. Don’t harm anyone, that’s the only limit. If it does happen, ask for an apology, we all can be wrong. Don’t be stubborn but be confident, don’t be excessively proud but don’t let others walk over you.
Eat plenty, tasty and big; pray for those who love and care for you; love till it hurts. Live to enjoy so much living you may choose to live again.
The miracle of having someone next to us is just that, a miracle.
How many people do we know that stay all their life next to someone without really knowing him/her? Social conventions, the fact that we get used to someone like we get used to an object, the loneliness within most people fear of, in short, the solitude.
Isn’t it more precarious to be with someone and not to be able to speak the true words? I went yesterday to see Eat, Pray and Love, the latest of Julia Roberts’ film. It’s not an iconic one, accepted; however, for those who don’t mind taking a step aside of the vulgarity and tediousness social pre-conceptions tie us, it will have sense.
We’re all in a journey most of us call life: it starts alone; it ends alone. In the meantime it seems we need to get someone to get hold of, to fasten ourselves to his/her belt and not let them go.
When children, we all dreamt of flying. What do we do with our wings when we grow up? Do we loose strength? Do our strengths change into weakness? Why do we seek for someone to complete us? And the happily ever after?
We can’t complete anyone if we’re not complete ourselves first. Do we need a trip to Bali to have the balance? Go to Bali, but enjoy the view and its people, the smells and fragrances, the beauty of being simple. The more you seek for balance, the less you’ll find it. Life is to be lived (mistakes included). Him/her who doesn’t dare to challenge destiny or faith in any way deserves to be called mediocre. And I don’t imply mediocre has a negative aura. It only has a neutral one.
Life is to be lived in full colours, high definition if possible. Black and white images are smart, look neat and go well in a still frame. I don’t want that. Do you? Try something spicy, try something different, try something risky, try something others say it’s stupid, be childish, let you be yourself; be unpredictable not to others, but to yourself.
What are you going to wait for? Your next life? Your next journey? Unfortunately, theories and religions apart, I have only one life that almost lost when I was a child. Since then and till now I live. I do make mistakes, sure; it may hurt, absolutely… so? I’m alive, are you?
Have the highest dreams you can possibly have, dare to dream and create a vision; risk and go for the vision. Scared? Obviously, you’re human, you may fail. So? Fail one and twenty times. Your life will be rich in experiences. After all, those are the things you’ll remember. As Garcia Marquez said, “vivir para contarla” so live and tell your story. If no-one listen, who cares, it’s your only and unique story and you’re the main character, executive producer, writer and director. You decide when, who, how, what; you stop and start; you choose.
Seek for love, seek for adventure, seek for passion, seek for taste, seek for simplicity. Don’t harm anyone, that’s the only limit. If it does happen, ask for an apology, we all can be wrong. Don’t be stubborn but be confident, don’t be excessively proud but don’t let others walk over you.
Eat plenty, tasty and big; pray for those who love and care for you; love till it hurts. Live to enjoy so much living you may choose to live again.
Monday, 13 September 2010
Manchester Posgraduate Research Conference 2010
The University of Manchester
School of Law
POSTGRADUATE RESEARCH CONFERENCE 2010
Alan Turing Building, Friday 17 September 2010
ABSTRACTS
SESSION 2: 11.30am – 1.00pm
Panel: Issues of national sovereignty
Jorge Nunez
Shared sovereignty: Falklands
From Chaucer women’s sovereignty through Bodin’s modern notion and to Nietzsche’s sovereign individual, the word sovereignty has had several meanings. In this investigation I aim to examine only one of them: State sovereignty. The paradigm I propose, although using the same elements from classical notions, twists their reciprocal relation. Many names or labels can be given to the model I intend to accomplish: bi-polar, shared, dual, double sovereignty. It is a necessary requirement then for the proposed model to have at least two sovereign States that somehow have (or intend to have) at the same time the same legal prerogatives over the same population and territory. We are used to seeing and accepting as a fact that in one territory there is one population governed by a single ultimate authority with a common legal bond or system of norms. What would it happen if that same territory and population had two ultimate and equal (legally speaking) sovereigns and two valid set of norms? There are several actual examples within the real context that show this is both a theoretical and a practical dilemma. Would it be possible, for example, that Israel and Palestine had sovereign authority at the same time over Jerusalem? Would it be plausible that Argentina and the United Kingdom could be at one time sovereign over the territory and population of the Falkland/Malvinas islands? If the answer were positive, what would be the consequences in terms of territory, population and law?
School of Law
POSTGRADUATE RESEARCH CONFERENCE 2010
Alan Turing Building, Friday 17 September 2010
ABSTRACTS
SESSION 2: 11.30am – 1.00pm
Panel: Issues of national sovereignty
Jorge Nunez
Shared sovereignty: Falklands
From Chaucer women’s sovereignty through Bodin’s modern notion and to Nietzsche’s sovereign individual, the word sovereignty has had several meanings. In this investigation I aim to examine only one of them: State sovereignty. The paradigm I propose, although using the same elements from classical notions, twists their reciprocal relation. Many names or labels can be given to the model I intend to accomplish: bi-polar, shared, dual, double sovereignty. It is a necessary requirement then for the proposed model to have at least two sovereign States that somehow have (or intend to have) at the same time the same legal prerogatives over the same population and territory. We are used to seeing and accepting as a fact that in one territory there is one population governed by a single ultimate authority with a common legal bond or system of norms. What would it happen if that same territory and population had two ultimate and equal (legally speaking) sovereigns and two valid set of norms? There are several actual examples within the real context that show this is both a theoretical and a practical dilemma. Would it be possible, for example, that Israel and Palestine had sovereign authority at the same time over Jerusalem? Would it be plausible that Argentina and the United Kingdom could be at one time sovereign over the territory and population of the Falkland/Malvinas islands? If the answer were positive, what would be the consequences in terms of territory, population and law?
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