Da world.

The principal problem with my travels to anyway is the money, the fu**ing money. The time helps too.

But, in this case, I will talk about my hopes to travel to some place.

Well, I like to visit the entire world, it's hidden corners (Islands in the middle of the sea or a lil' town in nowhere), the common sites. (Paris, Rome)  
'Cause I wanna know, smell, taste, see,touch and live everything, everything that the world could give me.

Places to visit:

Asia: China, Japan, Mongolia, Nepal, India, Malaysia, Indonesia, Philippines, North Korea! even, South Korea, Laos, etc.

África, Algeria, Morroco, Lybia, Egypt, Sudan, Ethiopia,Botswana, Niger, Chad, Madagascar! etc.

North America (gringolandia... and the others)

Oceania: Australia, New Zealand, Papua New Guinea, etc.

My beloved Latin America.

Europe

Even the Middle East.

I will work a long time to do this, save some money, achieve some goals, take a breath, look the sky, take all my stuffs and get the first train or airplane to anywhere.
That's all my friends(madafacars).
The next post may be the last. 

Vice.

I have a lot of bad habits,

I like the beer, the cigarrettes, the books, the food, the life, the night, the day, the sun, the moon, I love breath!.

I think that everything is a bad habit.

Everything hurt us.

Every little thing bring us the death. 

The entire life is a unlimited way to died.

A poem...

"Get Drunk

Always be drunk.
That's it!
The great imperative!
In order not to feel
Time's horrid fardel
bruise your shoulders,
grinding you into the earth,
Get drunk and stay that way.
On what?
On  wine, poetry, virtue, whatever.
But get drunk.
And if you sometimes happen to wake up
on the porches of a palace,
in the green grass of a ditch,
in the dismal loneliness of your own room,
your drunkenness gone or disappearing,
ask the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock,
ask everything that flees,
everything that groans
or rolls
or sings,
everything that speaks,
ask what time it is;
and the wind,
the wave,
the star,
the bird,
the clock
will answer you:
"Time to get drunk!
Don't be martyred slaves of Time,
Get drunk!
Stay drunk!
On wine, virtue, poetry, whatever!"".

(Charles Baudelaire).

My Role model?

I do not have a rol model, and I hope I'll never have it.

Because I don't want to follow, admire or believe in someone else. Someone other than me.

I don't want to live looking around me, and searching for someone outside.

Dreaming about her/his jobs ("The microbiology in the year of the cocoa", "Fisiology of a Platelmint", "A sick cat", "The magnificent sea world", by example) Thinking a lot about her/his life (He/She was born in a warm hotel room, he/she was a prodigy child, receiving the nobel... etc). 

I wish to be my own role model, despite the mistakes.

I'm so stupid!, I don't know why I'm doing this.

Maybe was more easy imagine and invented a person to forgot later, but I don't wanna lie, I don't wanna lie to the only person who read this stupid blog (Even in this little things).

So... my role model is no one.

(Her/his Picture)

But...

I really love (nowdays) my career, is difficult and stressing, but I know that someday I could say: "That was for something, and something is now".

I enjoy the subjects. And they are very instructive and useful for my future and current life.

I'm full of hopes, about me, about the fate.

Well, that's all beloved Madafacars.

Major?

I will major on something related with sheep.

I love the sheep, what can I tell?

They are so cutes, mellow, foamy, spongy, fluffy.
And Gives us wool (I'll hope to do something with it).
Also I'm thinking about the llamas or vicuñas, or alpacas, something like that. But the sheep are my favorite.
Perhaps what Gandhi said: " One step at a time is enough for me '. Is my slogan.

I don't think a lot about the future, I live and think a lot about the present.

Kitty&Edu.

The topic this week was "A photograph I like".

And this is my favorite pic.

My brother and my dog are on it.

(Before the decease of my dog).

I don't know if are words to describe the hole in my chest, 

I don't know nothing about the death,

I only hope that she's ok.

I miss that daughter of the devil.

I took this picture, 3-4 days before she dies, less than a year ago.

And remember me a lot of things about the past, about my life, about my questions, about my answers.

In this photo my past is resumed.

My favorite animal.

Ok...the title explains very well my intentions to talk about my predilect animal.

And it's... The human!!!!!

(It's just a joke, I'm not so mad).

My favorite animal is the Mandarin Duck.

(Aix Galericulata)

It is a specie of perching duck.

And i love since the topic was "Your favorite animal".

(Male, left. Female, right)

The beautiful Mandarin is a lovely bird/duck, with awesome colors, and a recognizable crest.

Although the male may seems wonderful with his oranges, purples, blues, and a flawless clean white; the female is not so far behind, presenting a range of grays perfectly delineated with a ideal white.

I love this animal because is the living image of the value of the colors in our life. 

It's a doited bird, but it caught a huge cromatic gamma.

(I think, sometimes, usually when I see some paintings, that the colors show expression, destruction, proliferation, joy, sadness, glory, damnation, light, darkness; LIFE, in one word).

Is for this, and more that I chose this colorful duck.

(Cute, isn't it?)

That's all little bastards.

Thanks for read my stupid blog.

I hate technology. (but I write a blog, Who's understand me?)

Hi, beloved madafacars.
"I hate technology, ma'am", It's not a usual phrase.
But, maybe I don't considered the writing like a technology. And It's a technology!
The most great invention, blinding, bright, full of emotions, of history, of crap (too). 
Full of life!
Full of scence!
I got it when i was only five years old. And I use it everyday, every hour... every minute (ajajaja I'm really excited about writing, isn't?. "Me fui en la media volá").
I use for express myself, or take note of something.
Why I like the lighthouse of the entire world?
Because it makes me feel like a human, and see the anothers like humans too.
The write unfold minds. 
My life would be nothing without the scripture.
"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. 
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life."

A poem... to my bastards. 

"If only the times which have come and gone might come again!
- For Man is finished! Man has played all the parts!
In the broad daylight, wearied with breaking idols
He will revive, free of all his gods,
And, since he is of heaven, he will scan the heavens!
The Ideal, that eternal, invincible thought, which is
All; The living god within his fleshly clay,
Will rise, mount, burn beneath his brow!
An when you see him plumbing the whole horizon,
Despising old yokes, and free from all fear,
You will come and give him holy Redemption!
- Resplendent, radiant, from the bosom of the huge seas
You will rise up and give to the vast Universe
Infinite Love with its eternal smile!
The World will vibrate like an immense lyre
In the trembling of an infinite kiss!

- The World thirsts for love: you will come and slake its thirst."

(Arthur Rimbaud, Sun and Flesh)

(Rene Magritte, Le Fils de l'Homme)

Bye!.