Xuxa & los argentinos

A mi hermano Juan, "el Gordo"

A mi hermano Juan, “el Gordo”,
Hoy llega uno más de tus días; sí, a tu cumpleaños me refiero. Se me dio por escribirte. Lo he hecho antes, lo hago ahora, pero esta vez distinto. Me dejo llevar por alguna fuerza que me dice que lo haga…
Siempre fuimos, siempre somos, siempre seremos tres: Jorge, Emiliano y Juan para todos; pero, entre nosotros, solamente entre nosotros, Jorge, Emi y el Gordo.
Desde chicos siempre juntos… como sabes, mi memoria no es buena, Sin embargo recuerdo esas noches de fines de semana cuando Papá de iba a Pergamino y dormíamos todos en una cama encerrados en la pieza de arriba (con la Tía Raquel abajo… me pregunto ahora que hubiese pasado con ella si alguien hubiese entrado?).
Los mate de leche desde chicos con ella y con Tita. Aunque Emi siempre se las arreglaba para caerles mejor jugando a las cartas.
Los rastis, los pedazos de madera, las carátulas de colores del Juzgado que cortábamos en rectángulos… tantas cosas.
Te acordás como agarrabas a Bixú (o Biyú o como quieras) de la cadena y la hacías volar por el aire mientras girabas con ella? A otro lo hubiera matado, pero a vos no. Y cuándo te agarró por comer tierra? O cuando te enojabas esas veces que apuntábamos a esa foto de jardín de infantes en la que se te asoma la cabeza desde una polera o pullover con cuello alto? Te acordás cómo te decíamos Emi y yo?
Y el juaringoso???
Me sonrío porque escribiendo esto me vienen mil y una cosas a la memoria.
Trajiste a mi vida a la Rubia Xuxa con una canción de colores y yo te mostré en Italia a Picard y toda la trouppe del Enterprise. Me hiciste querer tanto a Michael Jackson que cada vez que lo escucho en algún rincón del mundo te haces presente. Y pensar que era Emi el que bailaba Thriller o Billi Jean (o algo así) siguiendo los pasos de Anteojito.
Tu equipo y tus oídos aguantaron a Xuxa, a Thalia, a tanta otra música (es cierto, si se puede llamar así!) que e gusta a tu hermano más grande; aguantaste a mis amigos que invadían la casa cuando armaba las reuniones del pueblo, me aguantaste en la depresión del ’97, estuviste en cada momento, seguirás estando.
Sos la persona que creo más se me parece (nada más que más parco, o mejor, más directo). Creo que en eso también Emi se me parece, en lo de ser algunas veces más político que real. Pero bueno, también es cierto que soy unos años más grande.
Los veranos en el Mar de Ajó de nunca me gustó y que hoy extraño, de nuevo los tres, de nuevo los cinco.
No estuve en tu casamiento, el proyecto que era el sueño que hoy vivo me llevó lejos; a pesar de eso, te sentí ese día, sé que de alguna manera estuve, así como estuve para Emi. Tu unión está bendecida como la de él.
Sos especial, y no lo sos porque sos mi hermano, el más chico de los tres, sino porque tenés la magia que compartimos los cinco… te acordás del alfajor dividido en 5 pedazos iguales? Seguro que sí.
Y Bruja, y la Gorda, y Manchester, Gimnasia, Mandiyú, Estudiantes, el Goyco y Susana, Diego y Miguel Jackson, el Chila y las carreras de Fórmula 1, Star Trek (nunca Star Wars!) y tantas cosas más.
He conocido un sinnúmero de personas de todos y cada uno de los rincones del mundo… dicen que un amigo es un hermano que se elige y un hermano es un amigo que la vida te da… vos como Emi son los dos.
Cuatro personas tienen en mi existencia el privilegio, derecho y prioridad de pedir lo que quieran. Vos sos una de ellas.
Sos especial, sos fuerte (más de lo que pensás), sos inteligente (una de las personas más intuitivas y racionales que conozco), sos mi hermano y estoy orgulloso de tenerte y tenerlo a Emi al lado mío.
Agradezco a Mamá y Papá, al destino, a Dios (como quieras) el haber compartido, compartir y seguir compartiendo este triunvirato de pura, simple, profunda, sincera y real hermandad.
Gracias por la magia de estos años, gracias por los momentos que vivimos, gracias por estar conmigo en este camino, gracias por ser mi hermano todos los días.
Que tus sueños más infantiles se hagan presente y te colmen de felicidad; que los que estén cerca de ti sean capaz de ver la luz que irradias; que si no la ven, que tengas la sabiduría de iluminarlos; que seas pleno de dicha.
Y tené por seguro que en esta existencia y en cuantas más hayan pasado y estén por venir, estoy, estuve y estaré para apoyarte, para abrazarte, para contenerte, para levantarte, para destruir aquéllo y aquéllos que te hieran o siquiera te molesten, para hablarte, para escucharte.
Por hoy nada más… por escribir me refiero… a vos toda la felicidad.
Te quiere, te respeta, se enorgullece, te lleva en el pecho, te ama,
Tu hermano,
Siempre,
Jorge

Miércoles 18.03.09

Alma compartida entre tantos seres que no son,
o mejor, que quieren ser mas no encuentra el camino.
¿Cuándo, cómo, quién sabe si existe tal razón?
Y sin embargo marchan cual manada a paso cansino.

Creo no ven esa misma realidad estos ojos observan;
convencidos parecen de estar haciendo lo debido.
¿Debido de acuerdo a quién? Y no tienen respuesta cuando a esta pregunta se enfrentan.
¿Será entonces que no les interesa, felices son sus existencias o por simple miedo a hallar real sentido?

Perro, casa, auto, niños, vacaciones anuales y domingos reunidos
Receta simple y efectiva para la felicidad terrena.
¿Cierto? Ustedes digan pues sus caras reflejan llantos contenidos.
Si fue sueño en etapas primeras, hoy la concreción debería llenarlos de gracia plena.

No es crítica o burla lo que inspira la pluma.
Es intentar comprender aquello que ahoga el gozo
de transformar deseos en aparente suma.
¿O será (como dudo) el pálido rostro de la soledad desmigaja el todo en pútridos trozos?

Receta para lograr un sueño o de cómo alcanzar un sueño. Recipe for a dream or how to achieve a dream.

Receta para lograr un sueño o de cómo alcanzar un sueño.
¿Cómo se alcanza un sueño? Primer ingrediente, tener al menos un sueño. Parece simple, pero he comprobado no lo es. He conocido tanta gente a lo largo de la vida (la mayoría diría) que no posee sueños. Sus planes consisten en levantarse a cierta hora, pensar que les depara el próximo día en el trabajo, quizá que van a llevarse a la boca a la hora del almuerzo o cena, si son un poco aventurados alguna otra actividad antes de volver al hogar (gimnasio, deportes, compras, otras), cena solos o en familia frente a la televisión o en torno a la mesa diaria en silencio o con charlas que siempre giran alrededor de los mismos temas. Y los fines de semana: descansar del cansancio de la semana; rutinas que la casa, el departamento, automóvil necesitan; más compras; alguna visitas a amigos y/o familiares… y vuelta a empezar la rueda de la fortuna el lunes.
Algunos consideran un sueño el estar libres el fin de semana; otros, el llegar a los 60’s con una pensión decorosa y retirarse a dejarse morir de a poco generalmente planteándose: “si volviera a ser joven haría…”; “en la próxima vida voy a trabajar menos y vivir más…”
Pero, ¿qué es un sueño? ¿Necesita ser difícil, improbable, fantástico, único? No lo creo. Sueños son aquellas cosas, acciones, personas, situaciones, etc. que deseamos ser, poseer, vivir. Desde una bicicleta o el cabello de otro color cuando somos jóvenes hasta una casa, autos importados, vueltas al mundo, cuentas bancarias obscenas en la adultez. Cada quien posee los suyos en tamaños, formas y alcances diferentes. Creo que todos estos factores dependen de cuanto uno cree en sí mismo. No pienso estén condicionados por experiencias, lugar en que nacemos, etc., circunstancias todas entiendo aleatorias. A fin de cuentas, los cambios a nuestro alrededor se producen siempre y cuando pongamos en marcha la maquinaria que llamamos universo y que consiste en todo aquello que nos rodea. Si no nos movemos, no caminamos, parpadeamos, respiramos… Por supuesto otros pueden (y de hecho lo hacen) interferir con nuestras conductas. Esa interferencia puede ser positiva (coadyuvando) o negativa (haciendo lento el camino o simplemente oponiendo resistencia a nuestras acciones).
¿Puede la interferencia de otros respecto de nuestra conducta hacernos desistir y finalmente aniquilar un sueño? De ninguna manera. Considero esencial e intrínseco a un sueño su carácter imperturbable y, a fin de cuentas, alcanzable. Si alguien o algo es lo suficientemente fuerte o poderoso para hacernos desistir, es que aquél no era nuestro real sueño; más bien un simple deseo al paso que bien puede hacernos decaer el hecho de no conseguir pero que en definitiva puede ser rápida y fácilmente reemplazado por otro/s nuevo/s deseos.
En cambio, si dejamos (subrayo, DEJAMOS) que otros desangren los sueños que tenemos, estamos permitiendo dar rienda suelta a cualquiera para que juegue a su antojo con nuestra esencia, aquéllo de lo que estamos formados y que nos hace seguir.
Disney una vez expresó: lo único entre uno y un sueño es uno mismo. Coincido completamente. Simple pero de una verdad pretérita.
Aliados de los sueños deben ser la paciencia y la perseverancia. Y cuanto más grandes y complejos los sueños, más de estos dos aliados necesitaremos.
El haber nacido en un contexto latinoamericano y el permitirme la existencia en uno anglosajón han dado un balance sutil del que he siempre tratado de observar lo mejor de ambos mundos.
Del sur vienen las musas, los espíritus, lo trascendental, el contacto con la sangre, madre tierra y naturaleza, el otro y el yo en uno, el uno, el muchos, el todos. Del norte, la calma, el tiempo, lo tangible, el producto, el respeto (por uno, por los demás).
Diría entonces que los sueños se apoderan de nosotros de alguna forma en algún momento de nuestras vidas por tiempos diversos y se encaraman a nuestra alma. Dependiendo de la fuerza de esa amalgama, de la confianza en uno mismo, el fuego interno que sólo algunos tienen, y el hecho que el sueño sea específico, mensurable, alcanzable, realista y temporal, siento y pienso totalmente posible el alcanzar la meta.
Soñar depende de uno y las musas; alcanzar el sueño, de nosotros mismos.

Recipe for a dream or how to achieve a dream.
How to achieve a dream? First ingredient, have at least one dream. It seems simple, but I have not. I met so many people throughout life (most would say) that does not have dreams. His plans are to get up at some time, thinking that lie next day at work, maybe that will be mouthed at lunch or dinner, if you're a bit adventurous some other activity before returning to home ( fitness, sports, shopping, etc.), or in a family dinner in front of the television or daily around the table in silence or with talks that always revolve around the same themes. And the weekends, forget the tiredness of the week; routines house, apartment, car needs, more shopping, some visiting friends and / or family ... and back again the wheel of fortune on Monday.
Some see a dream to be free the weekend, others getting to the 60's with a decent pension and retire himself to death by little usually stated: "If I were young I would ..." "in the next life I to work less and live more ... "
But what is a dream? Need to be difficult, improbable, fantastic, unique? I think not. Dreams are things, actions, persons, situations. we want to be, have, to live. Since a bicycle or hair of another color when we are young to a house, imported cars, trips around the world, bank accounts obscene in adulthood. Everyone has their own sizes, shapes and different scopes. I think all these factors depend on how much one believes in himself. I do not think they are conditioned by experience, place of birth, etc., Understand all random circumstances. After all, the changes occurring around us as long as we set in motion the machinery that we call the universe and that is everything that surrounds us. If we do not move, do not walk, blink, breathe ... Of course others may (and indeed do) interfere with our behaviors. Such interference can be positive (contributing) or negative (by the way, or simply slow resisting our actions).
Can the interference of others for our behavior and ultimately deter us kill a dream? No way. Consider it essential and intrinsic to sleep undisturbed nature, and ultimately, attainable. If someone or something is strong or powerful enough to deter us, is that this was not our real dream, but rather a simple desire to step that may well wane us not achieving but ultimately can be quickly and easily replaced other / s new / s wishes.
However, if we (I emphasize, we leave) that others bleed the dreams we have, we are allowing anyone to vent to play at will with our essence, that what we are trained and that makes us go.
Disney once said, only between one and a dream is you. I agree completely. Simple but a bygone truth.
Allies of dreams must be patience and perseverance. And the largest and most complex dreams, most of these two allies need.
Having been born in a Latin American context and allowing the existence in an Anglo-Saxon gave a subtle balance that I have always tried to observe the best of both worlds.
From the south come the Muses, spirits, the transcendental, contact with blood, mother earth and nature, and I the other one, the one, the many, all. North, calm time, the tangible, product, respect (for one, others).
Then I would say that dreams hold of us in some way at some point in our lives for different times and climb to our soul. Depending on the strength of the amalgam of self-confidence, the inner fire that only a few have, and the fact that sleep is specific, measurable, achievable, realistic and time, and I feel totally possible to achieve the goal.
To dream depends on one and the Muses; to achieve the dream of ourselves.
(translated using Google translate)

Ithaca/Ítaca by/de Constantino Cavafis (1863-1933)

Ithaca

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.



Ítaca

Cuando emprendas tu viaje a Itaca
pide que el camino sea largo,
lleno de aventuras, lleno de experiencias.
no temas a los lestrigones ni a los cíclopes,
ni al colérico posidón,
seres tales jamás hallarás en tu camino,
si tu pensar es elevado, si selecta
es la emoción que toca tu espíritu y tu cuerpo.
Ni a los lestrigones ni a los cíclopes
ni al salvaje Posidón encontrarás,
si no lo llevas dentro de tu alma,
si no los yergue tu alma ante tí.

Pide que el camino sea largo.
Que sean muchas las mañanas de verano
en que llegues -¡con qué placer y alegría!-
a puertos antes nunca vistos.
Detente en los emporios de Fenicia
y hazte con hermosas mercancías,
nacar y coral, ámbar y ébano
y toda suerte de perfumes voluptuosos,
cuantos más abundantes perfumes voluptuosos puedas.
Ve a muchas ciudades egipcias
a aprender de sus sabios.

Ten siempre a Itaca en tu pensamiento.
Tu llegada allí es tu destino.
Mas no apresures nunca el viaje.
mejor que dure muchos años
y atracar, viejo ya, en la isla,
enriquecido de cuanto ganaste en el camino
sin aguardar a que Itaca te enriquezca.

Itaca te brindó tan hermoso viaje.
Sin ella no habrías emprendido el camino.
Pero no tiene ya nada que darte.

Aunque la halles pobre, Itaca no te ha engañado.
Así, sabio como te has vuelto, con tanta experiencia,
entenderás ya qué significan las Itacas.

The Queen X Part III (in three parts)

As it was inevitable, her fame spread out from city to city, town to town, village to village, all over the country, and then, around the globe.
She became to be known as the Queen X, the Queen of children or the Queen of hearts. The sun appeared earlier… Every day was full of joy. People were always smiling. She started the miracle…
The general attitude of the inhabitants of the country changed. Everyone was polite to others, letting the rest to express their views and opinions, not being friendly to every person but respecting them all. She loved and was loved by many people. She discovered so many things… but she was missing the beauty of her home planet and the warm hearts of her people and parents.

The news, as easily predictable, reached the King’s ears. He was scared. Although he had never been popular among the crowd, they had always feared him. Now, with X there, they could see there was a possibility of something different, something better without even making more effort: just a change of attitude was needed.
No one in fact thought about overthrowing him; it was just his unconfident personality and that he knew his actions were evil that made him decide to do something about her.
Far from his predecessors or fairy tails, he did not send someone to kidnap, torture, poison or kill X. He just pressed the media to produce bad news against her.
Two days later she was on the news on every newspaper and on TV’s national channel.
“Clarinet”, one of the main newspapers in that period of time, published 13 consecutive issues with X’s news on the front page.
She was called so many things and so many theories were developed around her that we would need a complete book just to detail them.
At the end she was left alone. She did not argue or battle against this machinery. She just kept silent. But she was not completely on her own: Archibald, Gordal and Bixux were always there by her side.
Her skin colour changed though. Now she appeared to be pale, almost transparent. Her image looked even mightier as she was dressed all time in white…

The day finally came as the Gods had predicted. Three years after her departure a light came from the sky. It started as an immense luminous eagle with ample wings. Then, it converted into one single thread, a ray of pure light. It came directly to where X and her companions were. A second later they vanished. Just steam and smoke were left…
Most thought she had died. They still do think so. Although few people believed in her by then, a feeling of deep sadness invaded the whole nation.
Someone whose kindness and beautifulness could not be compared was gone. And they knew no one would ever replace her. They all felt an X was stamped in their hearts, something had changed.
They did not to overthrow the king. He simply passed away. The “Clarinet” went into bankruptcy after the justice found out their business was dirty. The country still exists and with all the same problems. However something is different.
They know something better is possible. Anything can be, it is only a matter of a bit of courage and a lot of faith. There is nothing impossible. No one can harm them again. The love that comes from one’s chest makes any dream come true. And whenever they feel they are loosing that faith, they just need to look at the sky on a clear night for the first star that appears next to the crystal moon. They all know (who knows why?) X is there reigning with her only child. But that is another story …

The Queen X Part II (in three parts)

Minutes later she was leaving the first galaxy behind, where her home planet was the centre. More planets, asteroids, suns, all with curious orbits and different shapes came after. Some with spiral shapes as she had seen them before; others flat, triangular, rounded, completely dark or brighter than any known star; some very rich in soil and nature but without any kind of population; a few with only one inhabitant who owned a whole planet but did not have anyone else to talk to.
I will not describe each and every encounter X and her companions had as it would take far too long and it is not the intention of this story. But I can assure there will be the opportunity to let you all know about these delightful and at the same time wicked events.
It is worth to mention though some of the phrases she listened to and advices she was given: “be realistic!; sometimes one has to do bad to do good; believe in others but above all, believe in you; the only thing between a dream and you is you; wish upon a star, you never know who is paying attention; aim higher”…

Exactly seven days after she left her home town she saw at the distance a bright light and nine different sized spheres of diverse colours around. The third one from the fired centre was the blue planet she was looking for.
As her ship went close to the planet, it started making circles around the sphere as checking everything was in order in that new world. After three complete circles, it directed its way to the bottom. First white and blue, then clouds and after that brown and blue patches with green spots.
Heavy rain surprised “X” as in her home world they did not have that kind of phenomenon. All the mirror/windows were covered in water. At first she was a bit frightened. All her companions were too. But her curiosity won and she had to open one of the windows to see what was going on. As she opened it, the drops hit heavily her face but she was so delighted with the experience she decided to open all of them to let the rain in.
The rain stopped and the sky became deep blue. That was when she saw something she would never ever forget: her first rainbow over the green and dense vegetation.

The territory where her spacecraft landed was called Argentium. It was a very rich and vast land with very kind people ruled by a tyrant King called Acionte. He was tall and thin as a lamp post; with a very pale face that looked even paler because he was always dressed in dark black from toes to neck. Black, inexpressive, dead eyes finished that spectrum type look.
Although he tried hard to show himself arrogant and strong someone sensitive could realize he was extremely insecure and weak.
The country had everything to be immensely rich (the land, the natural resources, the weather, the people) but it was in a deep crisis both economic and morally.
To this world in such a state X arrived. She was instantly popular among the people. A sort of divine figure from above made flesh by enchantment was the shared feeling.
Wherever she was, crowds of people followed her. Caravans of cars, buses, bikes, anything that could transport someone were always behind her in procession.
She only needed to be there and everyone felt in peace with a profound sensation of fulfilment. She treated everyone the same no matter colour, religion, social background, sexual orientation or anything else. She even taught (without intention, just through her actions) that there were not disabled people since we all had different abilities, from walking or simply chewing a gum to feeling deeper than others. We were just special in our particular and individual way of being.
Her aspect of a woman in her early 30’s with incredibly shaped and toned physic, pink glossy lips, perfect nose, sparkling crystal blue eyes and a head crowned by think golden blond hair mixed with her elegant and soft manners, diplomatically correct attitude and that firm voice of her with sweet and at the same time fiery accent made her irresistible to children and grown ups.
She was a child in a goddess body with the most humble personality someone could have ever seen.