Super Man

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Dicussion on reality, emotions, likes and dislikes, but yet controversy at points of view and experiences!

Inferiority, is that really an issue or is it a perspective?

I see it as experiences, enviroment, and education.

How can one compare a person who was/is raised and brought into his/her life with all the needs taken care of versus some one from India, Thailand, Africa, or Latin America where the only need was to make sure he/she was born alive at birth?

Once born, the next meal for six month was mom’s breast and that is if mom found food. After that, life was/is a struggle, was/is survival, better yet it is the same way as i write about it now. But yet, we have people say or question ” Do you feel inferior?”. You cannot help it, but to swallow it, take the courage not to feel it, but inside you, you know where you come from, and even thougt, you are not feeling it, you still say yes in your mind, you feel it and you fightt  back, but  people will not understand.  It is ok to feel that way, do it with dignity, with pride, and with intelligence. The past is gone and you are no longer there, you are now a super human being.

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My Pet

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Perros

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Cuando estaba aun muy chavo, me encantaba y aún me encanta el grupo musical de protesta Guaraguao. Me podía toda las canciones de memoria y las cantaba a gritos. Una de las canciones es ” Que Viva El Estudiante”. Cuando cantaba esta canción y en especial la siguiente frase, lo hacía con enojo, y me molestaba tanto que lloraba de colera, de tristesa y de júbilo revolucionario, ” Y usted no la va  a creer, pero hay escuelas de perros y les dan educación”.

Hoy, están irónico, que mi perro Paco está en su segunda clase de obediencia. Me pongo a pensar, analizar, y a comparar lo que era yo, como pensaba yo, y como me sentía yo acerca de lo injusto, de lo increíble, de lo insólito, pero hoy la injusticia aún existe, sin importar que lo que se hace con perros, sin importar donde me encuentro, y que es lo que hago.

Lo que está muy claro es que nunca hay que olvidar de donde vengo y porque soy lo que soy! Si, y usted no la va a creer pero a mi perro lo quiero mucho y me da amor incondicional que nadie, pero nadie me lo daría, y es por eso que lo hago con amor y no con el lujo que antes pensé era educar a un cane.

Coatepeque 1978

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5:00 P.M., Chafa, Pato, Wasu, Cache are looking for Bruji.

Bruji is at the base of la cruz on top of the hill overlooking the central plaza, enjoying a puro and the pueblo view under a bright red, orange sunset.

Victor, Wacha, Solin and Santon are checking out an old, fading, torn, June, 1976 edition of Play Boy magazine. After the smoke, Bruji walked down the unpaved street towards the park in front of la alcaldia and the old kindergarden Bruji attended in 1967. Bruji approached Don Chamba’s coner store for a two-cent cigarrete and a five-cent charamusca. He did not smoke, but after a toque to puff the cigarrete he was ok and felt good.

As Bruji lit his cigarrete and sat on his favor corner park bech, Tabo, Perico, were walking home.  Tabo’s house was located by El Rastro Municipal. He said, ” Hey Bruji, La mara te anda buscando.”  Bruji answered, “Where are they?” “They are walking to Chafa’s house,” Tabo said. Bruji got up and started walking to el Punto. Back them a new highway had just been finished away from Coate, and the traffic at El Punto was no longer the same, and El Pueblo was no longer crossed by the Panamerican Highway, CA1, any more. Instead of walking on sidewalks, young people would walk right in the center of the highway.

As Bruji got to La niña Inezita’s corner store, he could see la mara sitting at el muro right next to Chafa’s house. Chafa’s house was a block away from El Niño De Attocha church, a couple of houses from La Cruz Roja and Antel.

Bruji got there and asked “hey que onda?” And as in coro, they all said, “Vamos a San Salvador.” Bruji’s first reaction was “San Salvador? A que putas?” Chafay answered, “El ultimo Bus esta por pasar at 7:00 P.M. Vas o no vas?” Bruji said,Y que honda?” in response. “Tenemos el pisto para el Bus,” Chafay told him. “What? What?” Bruji said.  “Go home grab a shirt and some pezetas si podes y te esperamos right here,” Chafay said, “We will explain later. Apurate serote, culero si no vas!!”

Work in progress…

Discovery

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There is a hiding behavior behind every person. I hate to agree, but there is a definite truth  to that statement!

Every one knows where our little devils are and how they deviate you from being Himhotep in our lives. Let there be clarity within your heart and your soul.

If you haven’t reached it, dictate clearity in your life, it will flow with harmony in your life, your family, your community, your city, yourself.

Help the earth, the solar system, the galaxy, the universe and yourself. Let it be one system, one harmony and one flow. We all owe it and we need it, it is never too late, we can  change, get it set and do it. Do it in peace, in harmony, and in pace with the elements surounding you.

Aqui

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Ayer, hoy y mañana

 continuación del viaje, del movimiento, del proceso, del camino, del destino. Díctalo , entiéndelo, contrólalo, vívelo, disfrútalo y guíalo.

Paredes, bloques, abismos, disilusiones son lo que siempre hubo, hay y habrá. Ilumina, soporta, colabora, enamora, amálo!

Nuca vuelvas hacía atras, hacía el pasado, hacía lo oscuro.

Anda, continua con valentía, determinación, alegría, entusiasmo, simpatia, paz y amor.

Directo, libre, con gracia, con Dios, con tu alma, con tu validez de quien eres, lo que fuistes, lo que fue y lo que seraz!

La Minneapolis Life

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4:30 A.M. It’s cold, very cold. Paco’s tail is a sign of happiness, my being wants to go back to bed. Water is irritating my eyes as if my new day takes sacrifices for happiness. Paco doesn’t know it; I transform pain to waking up. Paco hesitates to take his physiological needs out. In a New York second, he’s back, his tail is a sign of happiness again.

Ice cracking under my feet, nostrils are sticking as I breath, ice shaving gets me moving, engine whistle settles in my ears, waving tail images are back in my mind, warmer seat sets in under my ass, gloves are off my hands, happiness kicks in.

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