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Hava-Wash – Part 2
The drive
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And now after yet another successful awakening and engine ignition, our young man, comfortable settled in the vehicle command post, was ready to plunge into traffic. With his senses in alert he approaches the first intersection, the one up the street near his Presidential Palace.
Suddenly: “Stooop! Whoooaa! Whoooaa!” As usual the SD – Stop Dwarf is at his post doing his job, cursing loudly, sitting high up, right in the top of the traffic sign. His crazy signs were related to the commander through the TCDs – Traffic Control Dwarfs running all over the dashboard. “Warning! Stop Alert Great Master!” Alfonso reacts immediately. The decision is automated. The nervous impulses are transmitted in nanoseconds and instantly enforced by the right leg’s muscles that push the brake pedal. Brake! The BPJ – blue piece of junk abruptly stops right in front of the Stop sign. A quick look left… a quick look right… Svooooom… svooom… heavy traffic. Interminable parades of horse power caged in different metal bodies. Some are smaller, some are huge, some are angry and some are stupid, some are colored and some are rusty, some are the latest state of the art mechanical wonders and some are obsolete four wheels disasters. All of them are tamed by their humanoid masters, most of them already tired, with grey faces and lost looks, making their way through traffic. Some of them cursing, some of them bored, and some of them just absent. The people are not happy yet. But fear not! The Revolution is around the corner!
Hava-Wash – Part 1
The Departure
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Another morning crept out of the dark night upon Alfonso, awakening among his senses the usual nausea, causing the young and other wise well raised young man to loudly curse the alarm clock and the unknown mystical forces that decided that men should wake up once the sun takes hold of the land.
Lingering no more, after he realized he really has to, Alfonso gets out of the bed and still half asleep and cursing, leaves behind the warm comfort of his night lair. It’s time for a new adventure! The morning wake-up ritual starts slowly as usual. A quick bathroom lap, teeth brush, face wash and eyes open. Stage two – the cold kitchen and colder Coca-Cola. Here comes the coffee! Finally the hot steamy black potion is ready. Stage three – hot coffee, cold Coke, three cigarettes and… toilet meditation, the only peaceful moments of the day. Only in that toilet quietness he could sink in deep thoughts about all the big problems of human kind and search for the meaning of life. Read the rest of this entry »
The divine text message and the Bacroletosys
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- I would like some quiet. And peace of mind.
- Really? When?
- Well… some times, more often.
- What? Is it to loud now?
- Only in my brain. I choose to hear every thing. I’m restless. Nothing is too good for me and I feel I miss things. I fail a little bit more every single day.
- My friend I am stunned! I am completely amazed! I have never ever heard that before! You are the only unfortunate person in the world and I am so sorry for that! Yes! You really need the quiet, you need the space so you can organize yourself, and so you can regroup and prepare for it. And please take your time. Retreat, evolve, the world will wait for you. Everything will stop and we all will anxiously wait for the Day that You, The Great Resurrected, will enlighten us with the secrets of happiness found in your quite oasis. Everything will be ok. Come on! Come now! Go! Go for it! Fly Forest! Fly! Read the rest of this entry »
Good night!
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- I feel like I have lost something.
- Really?
- I guess I forgot to live.
- When?
- I don’t know exactly. But I just realized it!
- This conversation is totally predictable.
- You think so?
- I know so!
- And what’s next?
- Next is the usual.
- What? Read the rest of this entry »
Three guys and a fight
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- You don’t shine anymore. And it’s been some time now. Instead you grow smaller and grey. Are you going to do something about it?
- I have a plan.
- Uuuu! And what’s the plan?
- I don’t have yet all the details but…
A squeak is heard outside the door. The two men sitting at the kitchen table turn their heads in the same time towards the door. In the small and poorly lighted room a graveyard silence crawls dawn the walls. Only the water drops released in a perfect rhythm by the broken tap are marking to loud the passing seconds. The two men wait in tension staring at the door once upon a time painted in a bright red.
- You think…
- Sssssst!
Clank! Clank! Twice. The door slides open grinding to a halt when it slams against the wall. Without thinking the two men jumped off their chairs in opposite directions. Read the rest of this entry »
Pastel du printemps vs. The Exotic Fork
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Another tragedy. The exceptional lies only in blood.
Gentle like a hurricane I fall into the voluptuousness of a butterfly.
Turned once more towards the darkness of a beautiful morning filled with promises,
I always prefer to avoid the unavoidable awakening.
And so I stroll on!
From the sky the rhythm falls.
From waltz to samba to arms to toes to ocean to flower to cloud into the night to life between the sheets to whispers to moments to all to salsa to maybe until then again tomorrow from you till death.
But not yet. Read the rest of this entry »
