Lately, I have had a dark, ominous, dense rain cloud hovering over my head. Only mine, because it is so sunny and warm here. (the cloud has only been there the past few days, I am not going to lie) Similar to those clouds in cartoons that follow people around. Really pessimistic-like. Actually, this cloud only follows me when I think about it, or take notice of it.
Acknowledging the existence of said cloud is easy to do. It seems that all of my conversations have to do with the end of the world, how could we have elected our president for a second term, child labor, etc. And in the news, even more bad news, BOMBARDED by headlines: rice being rationed, the economically dark future of the dollar and entire economy in general of the US, bus bombs in Sri Lanka, Okay so biofuels are great right? but also increasing the cost of corn therefor making it harder for people to consume this dietary staple. hmm... oh and global warming. let us just make hybrid SUV's great. If we all drove little cars, everyone would be 'small', and equally as safe as the next mister or misses so-and-so.
See? If it is not one thing it is the other. Thus, the only words I can say are "el mundo es de mierda" because it is. (Mierda, translation= shit)
However, on the other hand, it is also a very beautiful place at times. Sometimes I feel really lucky to experience the little moments that end up lingering long after the event itself is over. So that pesky cloud hovering over my head can go get trapped in someone else's valley. By this I mean, that there are little pockets of happyness and amazing-ness occuring every minute of every day. It is easy to get caught up in the scum of the world's pipes amidst the toothpaste grime and snarly hair wads.
Last night, I had an amazing night. Even though it was spent with people I really do not know very well, that did not really matter. For some reason, i was so comfortable. - Could have been the Don Simón vino- However, we all were welcomed into the piso of a friend of a friend of mine. And we stayed up on the rooftop terrace making music together until three am. In the shadows cast by
the red candles jammed into empty wine bottles, everyone played their part. no one held back. I noticed the moon. Fuego. We were all on the same wavelength the entire time I think. Something that is very rare. I thought it was magical. There were guitars, a flute, an accordion, people playing the table, the floor, the cigarette lighter, the wine bottle, the accordion box case, the guitar like it wasn't meant to be played, the voice!! not just singing but making noise with the whole vocal apparatus.
I was just really lucky to be in the right place at the right time. Everyone was a valuable asset to the experience. it was so cool. And although the mierda of the world still crosses my mind, as it should, I have addressed it as much as I can.
The only thing I can do is "do what I can , and do it well" (to quote Bob Dylan, if I may.) And in that I mean to try and make the world a better place within my small circle of friends and family.
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