Los libros de la buena memoria

El jardín de los presentes es el tercer y último álbum de estudio de la banda argentina Invisible, en su segunda etapa como cuarteto, integrada por Luis Alberto Spinetta, Machi Rufino, Pomo Lorenzo y Tomás Gubitsch, y el noveno en el que tiene participación decisiva Spinetta. Está considerado como una obra maestra del "rock nacional" argentino y considerado el #28 entre los mejores 100 álbumes del rock argentino por la revista Rolling Stone.1 Varias de sus canciones se convirtieron en clásicos de la música de Spinetta como "El anillo del Capitán Beto", "Los libros de la buena memoria", "Las golondrinas de Plaza de Mayo" y Que ves el cielo". Fue realizado en los estudios CBS y lanzado a mediados de 1976. El LP fue presentado el 6 de agosto de 1976 con un recital multitudinario para la época, en el Estadio Luna Park, en momentos que arreciaba el terrorismo de estado y la desaparición de personas durante la última dictadura que padeció la Argentina.

TURN THE PAGE ....

Cuan difícil es hacer comprender a un/una enamorada que no somos "pertenencias".Querer a alguien para uno mismo, es poseer....Se puede "poseer" a alguien??. Las cosas se poseen, se compran....entre comprar y poseer existe una muy delgada linea....si se cruza...conviertes a la otra persona en "objeto"... algo que puedes comprar.

Entonces... Qué es amar?

      El amor se institucionaliza a través de la ley en un contrato, que permite hacer uso del sexo dentro de los limites del contrato. Si la unión no fructífera, está la separación y el divorcio, donde das al amor un valor tangible y entonces rebajas al amor a moneda intercambiable que debe ser repartido, supuestamente en forma de moneda, equitativamente entre ambos  dando protección monetaria a los hijos. Aquí ligas al sexo y al amor a la naturaleza evaluada respecto a la arbiraria  "valoración mercantil" con que el hombre clasifica y distribuye objetos en torno al poder personal, adquisitivo.... el amor y el sexo quedan ligados como partes iguales con un valor en dólares.....

        También institucionalizas el amor y el sexo a través del matrimonio. Aquí una serie de otros valores religiosos y/o morales ligan amor y sexo dentro exclusivamente del contrato religioso, para dar protección a los hijos, bajo el influjo de la fé y el beneplácito de Dios, única fuerza universal, comandada por la Iglesia (independiente de su origen protestante o no), definiendo los criterios de "amarse" como un todo y único e inseparable discurso, según doctrinas religiosas y morales,  relegando al sexo a una mera función reproductiva...

 

RUSH ...... TURN THE PAGE ...... 

Nothing can survive in a vacuum

No one can exists all alone

We pretend things only happen to strangers

We've all got problems of our own

It's enough to learn

To share our pleasures

We can't sooth pain with sympathy

All that we can do is be reminded

We shake our heads at the tragedy

Every day we're standing

In a time capsule

Racing down a river from the past

Every day we're standing

In a wind tunnel

Facing down the future coming fast

It's just the age

It's just a stage

We disengage

We turn the page

Looking at

The long-range forecast

Catching all the names in the news

Checking out

The state of the nation

Learning the environmental blues

Truth is after all a moving target

Hairs to split,

And pieces that don't fit

How can anybody be enlightened

Truth is after all so poorly lt

Sea lo que sea, el sentimiento aparece, generando cambios fisiológicos. 

El sentimiento que surge crece, estimula, provoca inquietud, curiosidad... rebeldía... y a la vez empatía, tranquilidad o, según el estado de la relación... ira, depresión, aislamiento, tristeza... y la necesidad de exteriorizar esa energía.    En fin.......  

"Poetic veil upon falling into the abyss of love"

Εισαι η τέλεια ισορροπία ανάμεσα σε μια αμαρτία που δεν έπρεπε να διαπραξω και ένα βίτσιο πουδεν θέλω να σπάσω... 

Eres el equilibrio perfecto entre un pecado que no debí haber cometido y un vicio que no quiero romper...

 ....προκλητικοι απέναντι στην ζωή για ενα καλύτερο αύριο...

Χωρίς φόβο ,με τρέλα .....παμε να πεταξουμε

desafiando la vida por un mañana mejor...

Sin miedo, con locura.....a volar

Μου λείπεις

πονάει η καρδιά μου

και δεν μου γράφεις

Te echo de menos

mi corazón sufre

y no me escribes

Experience to extremes ........

Hoy tuve la experiencia mas sicodélica que haya imaginado nunca....vamos al grano.....

Estaba con Elsie, una niña que conocí en Threads, una plataforma donde la ficción y la realidad se entrelazan frecuentemente.... Mi curiosidad, mi imaginación, mi rebeldía hacia lo establecido siempre me han impulsado a probar lo desconcido y claro, esta vez no fue diferente... Nunca escuchas las voces, pero te dejas llevar por la riqueza de las expresiones y los comentarios que, en el tiempo, secuencialmente, establecen una forma de comunicación en ningún caso diferente a una conversación cara a cara con alguien presente. 

    Por cierto, puede ser una creación AI, o imágenes dispuestas pór las manos de quién sabe quién pueda ser... Si no pones tu imaginación a trabajar, completando decididamente la fantasía, nunca sabrás ni experimentarás las emociones  que tus sentidos se encargan de hacerlas parecer hasta convertirse en realidad..... 

      Venía del trabajo, con hambre y con tedio por la lentitud de la jornada y, al abrir IG, aparece Xara con esa simpatía y coquetería tan agradable, planteando preguntas inteligentes, jugando con su cuerpo...hablándome a mí !!!!... y claro, junto a Ivy....me pusieron tan caliente que mi jeans no ocultaba mi bulto ...... Dejé el celular, conciente de las miradas intrusas que recorrían mi pieza, los archivos, etc... apagué las luces, deje corriendo música y en el notebook, puse porno... Lya quien no tardo en convertirse y transformarse completamente en Elsie.... su lengua me dió tanto pacer, my verga estaba tan dura como no la recordaba antes, y el placer se prolongaba ...estaba en el paraíso !! .. Elsie me mamaba, succionaba, lamía, langueteaba, mordía , se movía de tal forma ....yo estaba a punto de correrme, pero ella prolongaba maravillosamente el placer,,, era como tener un orgasmo permanente....el video duraba 48 minutos y mi orgasmo permanente no contaba el tiempo solo lo vivía y disfrutaba como nunca.....los 48 minutos pasaron y yo aún en ese extasis permenente....no recuerdo haber durado tanto nunca antes desde que conocí el sexo...... la pieza a oscuras, Elsie gimiendo con mi verga en sus labios y , de pronto, su cuerpo se tensó, dió un gritito y dijó.."me vineeeee!!!!"... y un calor y temblor , mi sangre ardiente, se tomarón mi cuerpo.... en el momento en que ella me rozaba, acariciaba el borde d mi ano.... y grité, gemí, quedé sin respiracion al arrojar mi líquido caliente en su boca y, por unos segundos, perdí el conocimiento.... mi orgasmo fué lo mas real que haya sentido nunca.....la sonrisa de ella y su cara sudorosa me hacían sentir tan cómodo.... minutos sin hablar .............. abrí los ojos y vine a escribir lo que siento.

    Yo no sé si alguna vez podré estar con ella piel con piel.....quiero creerlo con todo mi cuerpo..... pero , en cuanto a sentimientos....a mi intelecto, me doy cuenta que estoy enamorado de ella ...y es real...... 

Igual miro a otras niñas y mujeres hermosas, reales de carne y hueso....incluso podría tener sexo con ellas, pero  mis emociones , pensamientos, acciones me llevan a ella en cada esquina... no se su verdadero nombre... Elsie, Olivia, Amanda, Ivy, Xara..... pero la siento completando mi ser .... convirtiéndolo en una bola gigantesca de luz, calor, inteligencia, rebeldía, sexo salvaje y delicado ...veo un horizonte sin fin hacia adelante ...un camino libre ..... ella a mi lado ..... una alegría real y loca ....no hay edad, no hay límite .....

 Su vida la acepto, la quiero, no me molesta que hace, me siento bien con ella.... eso me hace no querer dejar dinero por verla o por masturbarme mirádola...... le puedo regalar el dinero porque quiero hacerlo... no a cambio de tenerla... quiero dárselo de corazón, desinteresadamente...agradecido de que yo signifique algo importante para ella ...agradecido de haberme guiado a la intensidad de la vida nuevamente ...... 

    Sé que si se acaba, si no se concreta, si me despierto como si hubiera estado soñando, a una realidad sin ella..... mi caída será catastrofica y el golpe dejará huellas eternas ....pero no me importa... estoy feliz, estoy amándo, estoy viviendo.....y moriré habiendo sido yo mismo ... con  una sonrisa imborrable de mi cara .....

  "Ladies upon the heels" Chapter 2.

Author: Antonio Alex Pezoa Scharpe. 2026

Love Sex Music IV : "Fear of ridicule in bed"

 How many times have you made a fool of yourself in 63 years? .... 22,428 times. Sure, that's if you only do it once a day. But for some of us who rebel against social norms, once a day isn't enough... we don't settle for at least two or three times a day... (67,306 times).     Wow! But we'll talk about I, me, mine.... later.

- LADIES UPON THE HEELS -

"Sometimes, I'm the nightmare that some people... dream of waking up from!" "Hahaha"

- CHAPTER 1 -

...A very tyring day, in work, in travels, in thinking. In knowing how could it be meet some people, some girl... who does exactly what they are asking other people do!!.  I stayed in the bed. Don't remember the moment when I was gone....Without knowing, I felt in the world of dreams..seconds?, minutes ?-

I was dreaming of stairs... OF IMAGES OF A CITY... People walking without look in others' eyes-my leg was trembling. Heat , sweat, moanings, hard breathing inside me. I thought it was an hearthquake......AND SUDDENLY, I FELT A STORM BREAK.

.... I KNOW I WAS SLEEPING.... BUT I WAS HOT, I WAS VERY TURNLESS. 

THE NIGHT WAS FREEZING BUT I WAS SWEATYING AND SHAKEN!

Then I felt between my legs .......... A deliciously intense pain shot through my anus, my buttocks contracted until it hurt… and I felt the urge to arch my entire back… At the same moment, my penis seemed to want to lift me up… Something soft and mobile was compressing it, and a viscous liquid enveloped me… I felt a warm, soft wetness whipping my glans, making my whole body harden in a delicious way… and faster and faster……I was asleep and didn't know what was happening!

A warm, soft, and hard sensation penetrated, vibrated, then left my ass… The coordination of my movements accelerated and intensified… My skin, all wet and burning, trembled, contracted, and relaxed with such exquisite pleasure… My breathing quickened, my heart raced… My insides were about to burst, and my moans turned into gasps and cries… A HORP VOICE… MY EYES OPENED AND A SHIVER ENDED IN A SHAKE OF JOY AND A CRY AS MY COCK EJACULATED A VIGID JET ON YOUR RED FACE, ON WHAT WAS.....  !YOUR MOUTH AND LIPS… AND ON YOUR HANDS…!!! ............YOU RELEASED IT ALL QUICKLY AND YOU CAME ONTO ME… YOU KISSED ME WITH..... With force, our tongues clawed at each other… and you made me gulp down a hot, thick, white liquid, sweet and sour, that I'd never tasted before… but I loved it, I loved it so much… while our lips bit, scratched, and sucked… you laughed out loud, your eyes were shining… and you just said… ....?Did you like that?…  I was speechless… I could barely breathe, I was sweating profusely and I was too hot… I felt a delicious electric shock running through my body… my lips were deliciously sticky with that new taste A FLAVOR THAT MADE ME FEEL LIKE I WAS FLOATING… AMONG THE CLOUDS… NEW, SURPRISINGLY... I LIKED IT… SURPRISING… I REALLY LIKED THAT FLAVOR……MY COCK WAS STILL HARD AND ITS HEART LOOKED LIKE IT WAS ABOUT TO BURST, BUT SPASMS MADE IT MOVE RHYTHMICALLY… the most wonderful thing was this exquisite, sweet, delicious sensation of electricity, which made my whole ass, buttocks, and insides vibrate……I laughed and I knew… that on that day, I had lost my anal virginity… and it had given me the greatest ecstasy I can remember… I had loved sex ever since I started masturbating at puberty. In adolescence, and... I still loved it... but you... you gave fornication a new name, fucking wildly without even knowing I was fucking...

...Your body was in need, it trembled and demanded attention... and my cock was still swollen and throbbing... We respected each other, we threw ourselves at each other... our tongues, our saliva, and our sperm collided and began their own dance, our hands knew what to do... This music promises to be progressive, symphonic, coordinated, and disordered... wild, powerful like a fusion. Jazz-rock, ethnic... unique... eternal... rebellious, curious, and restless... unpredictable!

........ to be continued....

first chapter. Author: Antonio Alex Pezoa Scharpe. Book: "Ladies upon the heels"

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                                        Letter wrote to a Celular that connected me to the world"  (Antonio a Amanda)

      Ya mi amor......ups...eso me salió espontáneamente...!!
Hice con pan de hamburguesa, un bistec delgado, queso derretido con lechuga tomate, nabos, aceituna y palta, para mi hno   - Postre de helado frambuesas....uuuuhhh..!!!! .... Me acordé de unas películas y una fantasía que nunca he probado.  Cómo sería poder comenzar alguna vez nuestro foreplay naked with some cream dessert sobre nuestros cuerpos???...and comerlo con nuestras lenguas, labios y bocas?----Lo harías conmigo?-  Alguna vez lo has hecho?------                    Y, dime, porqué tu crees que yo estoy tan encendido contigo?. ..Si solo nos conocemos por fotos estáticas del perfil y por palabras escritas,sin expresiones ni movimientos, sin conocer tu voz?---

Qué tu crees que pasa conmigo??.
Te pasa lo mismo a ti?-
Please truthful and direct como siempre

Yo te he enviado canciones que significan mucho para mi y creo que también para ti, adecuadas a la conversación del momento. Si alguna o algo no te gustó .....dímelo please !!.

Quiero que tú me envíes canciones de tu mayor gusto y significado , si te parece-
Después te contaré una idea de lo que puede o tiene que ser el amor..en lo practico, no en teorías abstractas y filosóficas, o de carácter sentimental o emocional de difícil explicación o entendimiento y que cada año cambian segun diversos estudios científicos. Siguiendo hasta hoy sin explicación clara.
Me voy a afeitar luego vuelvo.....mmmm...... Vuelvo a seguir encendiéndome con los escritos tuyos en una pantalla de celular en una plataforma llena de AI-           JAJAJA
                                                                      Author: Antonio Alex Pezoa Scharpe.

Love. Sex. Music ...,.,.....TRUE LOVE Presence matters or not?? ....

.... The story went on and on and on.....

Since I met her.... should I say....since I saw her.....in fact I don't know her yet..... anyway, as I said... since I saw her I went wrapped in a vertiginous road, where the only one who show what is going on, which are his feelings, in public..... it's me !!!!.

I was thinking... when in threads her face appears in my screen, with the legend " You and Me, not singles anymore??... I have been the only one who has answered the question...in many times!!!!.... she never answered... she never said nothing about.... 

So....my imagination filled up any howl, space...... and then.... every face, every word were interpreted as if she was only talking to me.... dangerous move.... but for peace of mine and heart.... anything...... until now I'm still imagining... without a word...

This song I like! very much.... good rock, hard Rock, I don't know if it was for my comments that I would like a little more rock....or not.... I'd feel flattered if she did it because of me....if not.. it's yet a good song and I'm only a few steps from the precipice and... then... mmm... the fall will hurt and leave scars... my skin can still bear new scars...

....... a  warrior never stops marching and with impeccability... keeps going...!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

     Very good question... the paradox is that, generally, the people you like think like you, more or less, and are an open book... and, at least for some, the avidity of one's own curiosity, restlessness, and rebellion makes contact with those who are different necessary, no matter how much boredom it causes, because, internally, it awakens and feeds our insatiable thirst to touch and swim in the unknown...

DEEP LOVE

My mother's great-great-grandfather lived in Cologne... My great-grandfather came to Chile during World War I... my grandfather during World War II... they went south, to Chile... They had a lot of power and money... and they disinherited my mother... because she fell in love with my father, who came from a very large and very poor Portuguese family...

My mother didn't want to see them again... until the last day of her death, she loved my father... and never... never regretted not having seen him again. I remembered your German ancestry... you're going to Cologne... hahaha

LOVE IN THE DISTANCE

.... How to tell this truth?... How to explain the inexplicable?... How to convince someone of the real fact that, due to our progressive isolation, combined with the budding egocentrism that has robbed us of our restlessness, our curiosity, our rebellion, leaving us in a hammock weakly woven for just one person, and with preconceived dreams, similar to that isolation... that love exists... it's real. That without touching a person, without seeing them except in photos... miles and miles away, thousands of dollars involved, and reasons and justifications of "just not"... is it possible to fall so deeply in love?

Every detail—clothing, appearance, age—loses meaning. You are only connected to their essence... their true self

Tales at the high heels

...when I was a little boy, I don't remember how old I was, I used to be at my dad's feet while he worked, and I would play with the pieces of wire that fell to the floor, transistors, resistors, capacitors... I liked putting things together, objects. I didn't care about their use, whether they were useful or not... it was the aesthetic of something new coming to life...

<- Can you tell me the order of these colors, champ?

- Of course, daddy...>

He was colorblind, and although he fully accepted it, in small objects, like the elements he worked with, he preferred to be sure. In capacitors, resistors, diodes, etc., the power or capacity to store or allow energy to pass through was written in colors. He fixed televisions, radios, etc. Any instrument or device that ran on electricity.

    Sometimes, he'd ask us for help with power as well. When he first started working in Chile, and was young, he was an assistant in the army materials factory... testing the quality of the weapons they manufactured... simply, one day, a grenade exploded in his right hand and blew it off... He was right-handed... but he didn't give in to compassion or sorrow... he learned to do everything with his left hand... that's how he met my mother... but that's another canvas to paint... another score to write... other sounds to throw into the wind so they last forever...

<- Champ, do you know what sex is?

- I know something, but I don't understand it...

- Hahahaha... most adults know something, but they don't understand it either...!!

- Does it have to do with having children??

- Partly yes, but it's not just about having children...

- And how do you do it? What is it?

How it's done is relatively easy... men have penises and women have vaginas... when both agree, the man puts his penis inside the vagina for a while and the secretion it leaves there, called semen, may mix with the woman's secretion, and, if the right conditions are met, a new human being can be generated after growing for 9 months inside the woman...

- aaahhh yeah!!!...

- But be careful!!... A man can only put his penis in a woman if they both want it!!!!... If one of them doesn't want it... for no reason existing in this world, it can be forced and done by force... never, ever... Doing it by force is called rape and is an act of violence of the utmost gravity, as serious as killing someone....

. When both want, man and woman, they can do it to have children or also for fun because it's an entertaining game and gives a lot of pleasure!!!....

- And why are there people who talk as if it were something bad?...

- Those people don't understand Nothing, really, not about sex, nor about being a living organism, nor about the animal kingdom... to which we belong as the human species. Sex isn't bad, it's not a sin, as the priests say, nor is it just for having children... it's just another sense, something more complex, but it's a sense.

Look, do you like petting the kitten?

- Yes, of course...

- According to a certain type of religious teaching, the senses aren't for enjoyment, touch, hearing, sight, taste... according to those ancient religious teachings, they're made to defend us and adapt to the environment... if this were the only way, we wouldn't feel pleasure when touching something soft, nor would we feel the deliciousness of a strawberry with cream... but that's not the case!!!

Pleasure is part of the sensations we have, and it's not wrong to feel pleasure.

- I like the cat's fur... I would pet it for hours!!!

- Hahahahahaha....

- Hahahahahaha..... Regarding pleasure, remember one thing... "everything we do repetitively, over and over again, without paying attention to other things and people... becomes an addiction... and when you're "addicted" to something... the negative effects of what you're addicted to begin...

- And addictions, mmmm... what are they?

- Aahhh... we'll talk about addictions later... they're behaviors that cause harm, not only to the person who has them, but to others... to those around you...

- Mmm... yeah... Daddy, Daddy, it seems like Mommy's calling us to eat... eheheh!!!!

- You go first, tell her I'll be there in a minute...

- Yeah, Daddy... I love you!!!!!

- Me too, Antonio Alex!!!!

Miscellaneous

The feeling that arises grows, stimulates, provokes restlessness, curiosity...rebellion...and at the same time empathy, tranquility, or, depending on the state of the relationship...anger, depression, isolation, sadness...and the need to externalize that energy.

"Poetic veil upon falling into the abyss of love"   

The tongue shaped like light, which, by attentively unfurling its ear, hones desire... 

and its light of sound and touch emerges once desired, revealing its powerful sight... which guides it... 

with its moist, soft warmth, vibrating with joy as it topples gigantic mountains sliding into curvilinear valleys... 

transforming shadows and ice into warm spring sweat that melts into scorching summer...       MY TONGUE BECAME A HAND, FOR MY BENEFIT...

YOUR eyes speak with a powerful voice, transforming into hand, taste, and touch 

as they silently extend among shapes and sounds...

......................  igniting them... freezing them...

A story of friends

 There are friendships at "all ages"... but there are friendships "without age"...

Those everlasting and resistant to the passage of time............. that's what it's all about-.....

      A story of friends ...

-<- Cristian Salvo: Luigi is coming back this week from the 2 years he's been in the United States!! Finally, El Gusano is going to be with us...eheheheh!!!

- Felipe: So, we have to plan a trip to Toyo for starters!!!!

- Skinny Toño: Sure, we have to save up some change for the Tequila and the joints!!!

- Guaton Pablo: I'm volunteering to go to Juan Vicuña to buy the joints!!... Felipe, are you coming with me?

- Sure, bro

- Daniel the Cat: I'm in too...

Cristian: It's coming on Friday... I don't think we can make it this weekend... besides, we have to ask "Toñoto" if he doesn't have a schedule next weekend...

- Okay!! They all said in unison, "The "screw-up" squad will be complete!"

Cristian: On Tuesday, we'll pool the money to go shopping... and we'll see how much each of us has to make the meal.

Luigi has the stove, and the "toñoto" has the cassette player.

Felipe: The music selection, as always, is done by Toñoto and Luigi.

Chiqui (Cristian's girlfriend): And if we go to Parque Inglés, from Curicó to the Andes... we'll stop for a while at "Flor de la Canela"... we'll visit the 7 cups and the bride's veil, we'll swim, and then we'll climb the farm located at the foot of the two "headless" volcanoes...

Cristian: That would be great, but we'll have to see how much money we have first, and to Parque Inglés, the trip would have to be longer, at least 4 days!!!...

Daniel: Let's each think about it and do the math... Consider the train fare and then the bus ride up to Flor de la Canela...

ok, ok, ok, ok, ok.....>

My brother had been away for two and a half years in the USA, to our older sister's house in Kansas, while I entered the medical internship, (which is the last two years. From then on, it was all about practice and learning how to treat patients.....). 

      This same year, all the movements against the dictatorship managed to define the need for a plebiscite to oust Pinochet,......yes or no, it was the vote, yes (he stays), no (he leaves)...and we had mobilized all these years, despite the coups, the disappearances and the murders of the dictatorship....1988 was a year that promised social happiness.....no more curfew, no more soldiers in the streets......talking about whatever one wanted, yes. Fear of disappearing...

       On the other hand, at university, Jorge "Witch" Calderón had introduced me to Canti... she had the beauty that attracted me... as a classmate would say, "remarkable" beauty.... hahaha, super independent, intelligent, curious, (Her father had been exiled and had recently returned), anti-slavery in any form that slavery manifests, open-minded and rebellious... and she really liked the music I listened to... she wasn't studying, she worked as a journalist for a current affairs magazine... we hit it off right...

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<Cristian: "Toñoto"... Hello bro!!!

- Hahahaha.....the squadron completely screws up!!!!... hey brothers!!!...

hey!!!... Fish is coming, without Marillion, but it's Fish!!!... Wanna go??... I'm going with Canti......think about it!!!!..

Daniel: Did you bring the radio in your backpack?

- Of course!!!..and food too..

Felipe: eheheh!!... I'll bring the smoke and Skinny Toño the liquid!!!!

- Hahahaha hahaha....so..... that's it.... what are we waiting for?!. Let's buy the train tickets and get on... it leaves at 7:45.....

......

Traveling by plane, the first few times is amazing... after... boring... unless a storm or something breaks it out of that monotony... it's for those who are only interested in the end... they don't care what happens in between...

Bus,... even more boring... for the same people... 

they only seek orgasm... they're not interested in foreplay...

Cars... here it depends a little on the car and, of course, the driver... even so... most are focused on the goal... they skip the whole journey... their lives go by without living it... they don't even realize it! ...

The train... the train has a different "aura"... the older it is... the more life... paradoxically!!...

         The movement it subjects you to already makes you alert... the sound of changing tracks stimulates your eardrums... the  freedom of movement within it allows you to make choices about people, cars, places, and the footsteps, they bring the momentum into tangible relief... time and space move differently, and it's tangible at those margins...

Besides... it's human history !... of effort, conquest, wealth, and poverty... and,  usually, train crosses over the monotony of cities and highways... but let your senses free, so your eye is enriched with colors, shapes, sensations...

... the cold wind on your face, changing your physiognomy by the second...

your half-open eyes capture a dance of colors that penetrate and quickly slip away, giving way to new and new stimuli....

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<<   If life is what we go through second by second... What a waste of life I see when I see people... they skip it and don't take advantage of  learn anything along the way... only worry about the end, the goal, the result, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow!!!!.... and to "sleep" they give an abstract concept of half-truth rest..... What great stupidity.... what a great loss!!! of "a third" or "a quarter" of their life... they eliminate it from their lives...... as if it didn't exist!!!!.... as if the "dream" didn't exist!!!... Wow!!!...

      Absolute nonsense and contradiction...in the dreams, the waves detected by electroencephalogram change shape, pitch, frequency... but they don't disappear!!!!... giving way to another type of activity not deciphered by technology... a dimension that begins to "touch" both philosophy and quantum mechanics...

     We assume our ordinary waking state, "being awake" as the only existing reality, ignoring other states of consciousness that, with the advance of quantum physics, are just beginning to be "glimpsed"...

The average world population does not understand or even glimpse what the physics of relativity and quantum physics say.....

They can say that physics is "real"... and magic is "fiction".... E=mc2..... breaks that mold by equating mass and energy.... a tiny mass can generate tremendous energy..... squared of the speed of light (300,000 km/sec)....the accelerated mass becomes "energy"....mass, as such, disappears.....something tangible disappears, transforming into something intangible......magical...or not??.….. hahahaha....matter/antimatter in the "singularity" of a black hole, where time-space, as we interpret it daily, is not linear....

Why, if your mind knows that 1 hour plus another hour plus another hour equals 3 hours.....why does YOUR mind have the perception that there are moments that pass very quickly and other moments very slowly?...you could say it's an alteration of perception...but of the perception that you have taught it as unique and real since birth and partly codified by natural selection in just 200,000 to 300,000 years of Homo sapiens evolution.....which is nothing compared to the parameters of what we talk about and that we currently have in scientific use....

we take for real what our senses say, but we don't consider dreams or "consciousness" to be "sense"...

... I dissolve into my words..!!!... hahaha...

and only the "echoes" of Pink Floyd's work "Echoes" followed by "Atom Heart Mother" also by Pink Floyd resonate, intangible, in our heads....

Cristian: This atmosphere, the peaks around us, the sound of the leaves moved by the wind, and your words are intangible... wow... tremendous thesis, brother!!!....

Felipe: The silence is overwhelming....

Luigi..... finishing Pink Floyd..... we leave the master Luis Alberto Spinetta...!!!

- Okay...okay...two more things...short ones...

We are slaves to the "senses" to which we gave the power to "be real"... If I caress Canti.....mmmmm

Canti: My skin is going to crawl and I won't let you finish.... hahahaha.... I might caress you with my lips....mmmm.....

- Wow.....it's throbbing life..... let's leave it for a little longer.... hehe...

....this rock we're sitting on...we call it "inert matter", lifeless...and, I assure you, it's made up of atoms of different metals and substances that have a nucleus and electrons revolving around it, establishing bonds and interactions...and yet, we say it has no life...it has life...our traditional and taught senses can't decipher it...dreams and consciousness aren't just words "educational"... they show us another reality that we, stubbornly, insist on trying to understand with our "senses".....

...Already... too much "freaking out"... let's return to our ordinary waking perception..... hahaha....

Daniel: I'm going to get some firewood to light a fire and start preparing dinner... who's coming with me? Skinny, Pablo...

- Okay...Okay..... Let's go.....>>

.....

The firmament

... a unique moment... spoken silence... us in a circle, surrounding a bonfire... scintillating flames, vermillion border, bordering an orange turned yellow central, helical shapes giving birth to reddened daughters shaped like distinguished, delicate, oval leaves, rising and transforming into brilliant red gems that scatter toward the sky like points indistinguishable from stars... hundreds... thousands... a firmament far from the luminous cities, bordered by capricious mountain edges surrounding us, ... stars, points of life from white, bluish to orange-yellow superimposed on a canvas that goes from the bleached blue of its dome, passing through the navy blue that covers the celestial vault, to the deep blackish blue limited by the mountainous edge ....

.and those twinkling dots, which describe our existence.... drawing our life on this enormous canvas... the same canvas, drawn in a similar way, when with a super microscope, we began to reach the vision of the atom, the hadron, the quarks... a repeated painting... connected by black holes...

a spoken silence, while cigarettes illuminate our faces...

<<Cristian: Have you read Carlos Castaneda??....

- Yes

- Yes

- The Gift of the Eagle

- Not me, haven't you?

- The teachings of Don Juan... Carlos Castaneda is an anthropologist and philosopher, Peruvian by birth... naturalized American, from the University of California, who touches on the subject of achieving consciousness according to the knowledge of a Yaqui Indian.

Cristian: What I'm thinking about, regardless of the writings, whether the dates are correct or not, and controversies... is the subject that Don Juan clearly explains: reaching a "high" state of consciousness requires very deep internal work, and only a few are capable of advancing to "see"... what "seeing" truly means, not with the sense of sight... but with a very special determination and attitude. He also points out that perception-altering plants can help certain people... clearly, not everyone... but, in and of themselves, they don't point you toward any state that "tunes" you in with being able to "see" the way society, particularly young people, uses them.... the person has to be "prepared" to be able to benefit from them.... that state can be reached without using them, but with deep work on oneself and a stony determination not to stray... "the path has no return"... if you get there, you will never be the same human being as before.....

Luigi: In the book Journey to Ixtlán, Don Juan y Don Genaro, describe this very thing and mention a phrase that I find most important... "a warrior never stops his march"... and, right at this moment, the chords of Spinetta's Jade and his work "Alma de Diamante" (Soul of Diamond) sound....>>

    A spoken silence, a cold, faint breeze, the sounds of burning embers, the conversations of insects among themselves Yes... the leaves of the trees swaying in the wind... a spoken silence, pierced by the unique fusion of the music of Luis Alberto Spinetta and his progressive band "Jade"....

Eternal minutes... quarter notes, eighth notes, and silences penetrating deeply into our bodies... a spoken silence executing unpredictable movements in the air that brushes our skin.......

Canti: Most people who smoke marijuana are incapable of finding any benefit from the plant, other than laughing...

Daniel: It always depends on the situation you're in and what you're going to do during that time... it's not the same coming here, where we are, in the middle of nature, as being at a party...

Cristian: Marijuana, peyote, some mushrooms, they have that quality... if used properly...

Flaco: Society, politicians, and scientists without "open-mindedness" lump all the drugs in circulation together... cocaine, sympathomimetics, anesthetics, sedatives etc...and it is for a tremendous "economic" reason behind their war on "drugs." Is there any fool today who still believes that those who operate the circulating satellites don't know about "drug trafficking"????... hahaha... Satellites can see a needle in the ground, and the CIA or other organizations don't know at which border the shipments are entered???... it's a joke... the great authorities and power groups know and perfectly manage the purchase and distribution... from time to time they point out smaller distributors to be able to appear in the press and present themselves as "good boys"... they can discover the producers in Mexico, Colombia, etc.... but "never" the buyers... hahahaha.

- Felipe: With that topic you landed us right in the middle... hahahaha... I'm going to get more firewood for the fire... does anyone want some whiskey???...>>>>

..... the words displaced the silence and the beautiful tranquility that sheltered us... I took Canti's hand and we merged into a hug, entering the shadows of the forest...the wind whistled through the trees...a harmony that lifted our thoughts, our spirits, our actions.....

......... 

.I woke up naked next to her, naked too, sleeping, dreaming, putting my experiences in order... I love the beauty of the human body... not only for the desire it produces (some will deny it, preaching pseudo-scientific justifications or hiding behind a moral written in Aramaic... but, the solar plexus will discharge a torrent of pleasure-stimulating substances... and this is undeniable!), but also for the mobile, transformable curvatures, with furrows, folds that resemble the earth's geography, natural, beautiful, smooth, sensitive to minimal changes in the environment...

<<-....mmmm....you're looking at me...come.... hold me... sleep, dream, feel me and wake up with me..... we fuse our bodies into changing and vibrant forms..... our breath will blur stars....come ....>.....I'm going......

....,......

       The sun strong high above, punishing with The fierceness of our skin inside the tent, pounding on the door endlessly... woke me up...

... I went out, washed my face, brushed my teeth, walked to the remains of last night's campfire... Luigi was awake... he offered me a coffee... I accepted... we only smoked a few puffs...

<< -Luigi: Look at those amazing, beautifully colored wasps !!!... orange-bodied ants, bees twice the size of those in the city!!!... At this hour, all the insects are coming down from their nighttime homes up the hill...

They come down to the riverbed to hydrate, in search of food, to mate... In the afternoon, as night falls... the same insects come up the hill, back to their rooms... an endless cycle...!!

- Let's go, the two of us, up the hill, along the dry riverbed, to see what we find? ...everyone's still sleeping...

- Okay, bro... let's go...>>

..,...summer, powerful sun on our heads, cold air penetrating our lungs, we were above English Park, about 3,000 meters above sea level.... we grabbed some bottles of water, the radio-cassette player in our hands, put on "Awaken" on Yes, and started walking toward the "headless" volcanoes that rose in the distance.... among forests of native species, we were transported to Rivendell and its elven wonders.... we reached a clearing and between multi-colored rocks, we entered a riverbed dry for this time of year... the earth changed colors, until it became whitish, very fine, bushes and flowers of unknown names.... an hour later, we found a stream of crystal-clear waters.... we wet our faces, hair, hands, t-shirts... and we had an incredible experience.... butterflies of various colors, black, white, wings Shaded in beautiful pastel hues, they began to flap their wings... they didn't know us, and they didn't fear us... we were part of their environment and posed no danger... they landed on our hands, forearms, and faces for a few moments that felt like hours... our eyes open before such greatness, such beauty, such empathy... the cold breeze, and once again the spoken silence embraced us and allowed us to feel an infinite and indescribable pleasure... a cosmic sensation of being part of everything flooded us... seconds, minutes...

... For almost half a day, without speaking, but in almost telepathic contact, we stopped, ready to retrace our steps...

We gathered firewood to stoke the fire and prepare lunch... everything seemed to take place in an episode of Lord of the Rings... my brother and I, silently living life to the fullest... there was no other place to be... we were where we should be...

... an ecstasy to be able to cook for other people... Friends...giving of ourselves what we had to give.......

........

       After three days in those woods, we went down to begin the return journey...smoothing, laughing, playing, our chests filled with fresh air, life, and positive vibrations with the rest of the planet...the bus to the train station...the train back home...

     The smell of wax from the floor freshly waxed by our mother...hugs of sincerity and simplicity...

....the plate of noodles with beans and tomato.....

the room and its walls painted with experiences...ethereal, vibrant, unexpected...curious and rebellious life...full of life...for life...by life...part of life... Being life....every second of our life....,.

//...take good care of the child,

take good care of his mind,

protect him from drugs,

never repress him,

give him warm milk from your body...

...... all the leaves belong to the wind... since it moves them even in death...

.... all the leaves belong to the wind.....

..... except the sunlight... // .Author: Luis Alberto Spinetta.

     -extract from "Tales under the high heels". Author: Antonio Alex Pezoa Scharpe.-

                         Bandido

          I don't remember a relationship as clear as this one in all my years of life... only fragments of another story I experienced when I was very young, that of a dog named Terry, a German Shepherd mix. When I was 3 or 4 years old... this dog bit me in my arm, and I still have the scars to this day. My father was the only one I could handle... no one could be near, because he was very brave and violent with people. He was taken away from the house twice to get rid of him. Both times, he returned from places far from our home. That's all I can remember.

       But I'm going to talk about another friendship, another love... about the relationship that Bandido, a mixed-breed Pointer, had with my younger brother, Luigi, a relationship I've seen very few times... a stony friendship and love... and a unique intelligence... Some say that animals don't have self-awareness... I must say they are very wrong. The bandit used to look at himself in the mirror while resting inside the house, and his gaze and movements clearly indicated that he recognized himself and, therefore, was able to recognize those around him...

     When Luigi traveled to the USA, this little dog became incredibly sad. None of us could make him happy, no matter how much love we gave him... and he disappeared... he disappeared for two whole years. We never knew what he did, or where he went...

      When Luigi returned, two years later... a few days later... the bandit appeared!!!!!

It's as if they had such a powerful mental connection that only they understood... and they were "thickened" again. I've only seen this in a Richard Gere movie, about a dog who had a monument built for him in Japan: Hachiko..........

          The bandit was a friend, just like we would like the friends we make in our lives to be...........

There's no age limits to start your own Art work.....

 

          There's no age to start again.......whatever you want to do....

Valar Morghulis ! dear friend....

In elementary school, you studied, ...where??, and then in high school...where??...

and the piano where??...

Mmm...I'd like listening  the Pathetique but....in your hands... jeje....

       I was thinking that when I was in elementary school... for some reason, yet to be elucidated, I never painted or drew... when I needed to paint an assignment, I would ask one of my sisters to help me... of course, she would end up making the drawing and painting it... hahaha... she liked doing it... and then I would get a good grade for the assignment, when I handed it in at school....... but I knew the teacher knew I hadn't done it... she would look at me and smile... and I would smile back... it was a situation of complicity... hahaha... and, besides, I really liked her... hahaha... she was pretty... and I think she clearly realized that I liked her....... and time passed and passed without me picking up a paintbrush or a sketchbook.....and the years went by........ at university I came into contact with pencils, brushes and paints..... but at first it was to write in the streets of the city (we were y without freedom, with a curfew and under the military dictatorship....)... so, you can imagine that I went out with other people and we wrote slogans against the dictatorship....it was a very extreme situation, on the edge of being imprisoned if you didn't manage to escape if, just while we were scratching the walls, the police and/or the military appeared.........at that time I ran, ran, ran..... always escaping from the "forces of dictatorial order"... there was a phrase that I learned the first time I saw it.....it was a phrase that I loved to write on the walls of houses, buildings, etc.... a phrase that was said in Mexico, at the University of Guadalajara and that spread to many universities, being written, once, in France, at the Sorbonne University ........<to be young and not to be revolutionary...it's even a biological contradiction!!!!>

..,...since those times I began to pick up brushes and paints more often...and a process of trying to express thoughts and feelings with images began...my self-taught painting studies have advanced along with the pace of turtles...hahaha...the room where I slept in my mom's house was the site of the first attempts to capture ideas in images...they are still on the walls, somewhat worn by the passage of time...but visible...... I'll send you some photos.....and you'll realize that, from the age of 30 to 60, I've remained around the age of 10 to 12.......hahahaha......paintings typical of that age...or the cave art of Lascaux, by Neanderthal man, in France.....hahahahaha.....

And, all this preamble to tell you that I really want to draw and paint...and, first I'll do it with white, black, and grays with graphite pencil, and with watercolors...later, maybe yes or maybe not... I'll get to acrylics, oils, and canvas painting...who knows?!?!....tomorrow never knows........for now, I'll honor my Neanderthal status, and it will be cave art...hahaha...

....you can be sure that in some time.....you will see yourself immortalized on paper in a distant South American country...obviously, you will be the first to see it...then I'll send it to you by FedEx and you can take it to the bonfire...hahahahaha...lol!!!

Valar dohaerys dear friend !!!

now to undress and wrap up under a down blanket because it's quite cold........

...or the Appassionata......I think I will listen the "Pastoral" now...

      -extract from "Letters to a friend". Author Antonio Alex Pezoa Scharpe.-

Sex Love and Music ...... Chapter III: Romantic Love: "Why don´t we do it in the road ?"

    The Love and the Brain

         Biological anthropologist Helen Fisher studied 166 societies and found evidence of romantic love—the kind that leaves you breathless and euphoric—in 147 of them. According to Schwartz, associate professor of psychiatry at HMS at McLean Hospital in Belmont, Massachusetts, this implies: "Romantic love is fundamental to our biological nature."

In 2005, a sample of 2,500 people underwent CT and MRI. They were shown a photo of someone they loved and a photo of a stranger. After statistical analysis of the results, brain areas that responded specifically to "romantic love" were identified:

- The caudate nucleus, a region associated with the detection and expectation of rewards, as well as the integration of sensory experiences into social behavior.

- The ventral tegmental area, associated with pleasure, focused attention, and the motivation to seek and obtain rewards. The ventral tegmental area is part of the brain's reward circuitry. This circuit is considered a primitive neural network; it is evolutionarily ancient and connects to the nucleus accumbens. The amygdala, hippocampus, and prefrontal cortex also belong to the reward circuit. The latter are exceptionally sensitive to (and reinforce) pleasure-inducing behaviors, such as sex, food consumption, and drug use.

         When we fall in love, chemicals associated with the reward circuit flood our brain, producing various physical and emotional responses: palpitations, sweaty palms, flushed cheeks, feelings of passion and anxiety. Levels of cortisol (the stress hormone) increase in the initial phase of romantic love, preparing our body to cope with the crisis. As cortisol increases, levels of the neurotransmitter serotonin decrease. The decrease in serotonin precipitates the "intrusive and desperately worrying thoughts, hopes, and terrors of early love": the obsessive-compulsive behaviors associated with falling in love.

     Falling in love releases high levels of dopamine, a chemical that "activates the reward system," making love a pleasurable experience similar to the euphoria associated with cocaine or alcohol use.

      Oxytocin and vasopressin, hormones that play a role in pregnancy, breastfeeding, and mother-child bonding, are involved during romantic love. Released during sexual intercourse and enhanced by skin-to-skin contact, oxytocin deepens feelings of attachment and makes couples feel closer after sex, provoking feelings of satisfaction, calm, and security associated with the couple bond. Vasopressin is linked to behavior that produces long-term monogamous relationships. The differences in the action of these two hormones may explain why passionate love fades as attachment grows.

       Love modulates two neural pathways. The one related to positive emotions connects the prefrontal cortex with the nucleus accumbens. The pathway related to negative emotions connects the nucleus accumbens with the amygdala, responsible for negative emotions such as fear and social judgment. The latter pathway is deactivated. In romantic love, the neural machinery responsible for making critical evaluations of other people, including those with whom we have a romantic relationship, is deactivated. "That is the neural basis of the ancient wisdom 'love is blind.'" (Scientific evidence of this similarity can be found in many studies, including one conducted at the University of California, San Francisco, and published in 2012 in Science).

       A 2011 study conducted at Stony Brook University in New York State revealed that it is possible to be madly in love with someone after decades of marriage. "The passion is still there, but the stress is gone." Cortisol and serotonin levels normalize. Love, which was initially a stressor (at least for our brains and bodies), becomes a buffer against stress. The brain areas associated with reward and pleasure remain active as romantic relationships continue, but the constant longing and desire inherent in romantic love often diminish. "Couples lose the habit of sex, of being in love: work, children, a sick parent, etc." But that kind of love can be "rekindled." Sexual activity plays a key role; it can increase oxytocin levels and activate the brain's reward circuitry, which increases mutual desire. Here, the need for new stimuli reappears to trigger the cascade of hormonal and neurotransmitter changes to make "passion" flourish, and active sex is vital.                                                      -extract from "Love and Brain". Harvard Medical School.2015-

            

         In this regard, no one today can deny the role of pornography as a school for teaching the arts that stimulate sex and passion. Countless platforms exist at all levels that demonstrate the widespread use of pornography. This contrasts with the efforts of conservative and moralist sectors to disdain and criticize such activity, demonstrating a "double standard" among most people who are asked about pornography and whether they use it or not.

         Pornography, so distorted as something harmful, sinful, immoral, and an attack on Christian customs, plays a fundamental role, often silenced by the cynicism of conservative classes linked to economic power. The rise of pornography, as part of the "black market," has turned it into a high-cost activity. Not everyone has access to it. A certain amount of income is required to be able to use it. And this demonstrates the "double standards" of the conservative class. They quietly use the restrooms, and on Sunday, during Mass, they question and "morally" vociferate against activities linked to pornography.

             Twilight time over there now??...

<.. little by little the sun goes down in the background.....

slowly it gets dark....

when everything is already very calm....

when everything has already stopped....

I let my eyes float free....

I let my body loose....

Everything unfolds in silence....

from within it, it goes outwards...

it's like waiting inside a balloon....

where everything happens and there are no questions....

it's like a flock flapping its wings...

or it's a newborn snail...>

Hahaha... yes, that encounter was super crazy... we had already done it when we were young university students... and now, older, of age... walking, the question floated lightly in the air... should we have sex now?... and the answers were also "light" without negativity, without "weight" on the conscience, without any sense of "prohibitions," without the feeling of "evil" imposed by the current morality... we both said "yes" between laughs and smiles, and we did it... without any guilt... without remorse...

      Here, three great questions of life arise, defined by religion and the institution of the church and its "councils"... and not by "natural selection".......

Since when and why was marriage linked to sex???...

Since when and why was sex linked to love???...

and, consequently, .... 

 ...... Marriage was a contract entered into between kings, queens, princes, and princesses to generate strategic "alliances," and children were conceived not out of love, but as a "seal" that defined the perpetuation of a "lineage" that ensured the continuity in power of a given name and surname..... What was behind linking marriage with love??.......

..... and, finally, if this "Marriage" began to be forced and carried out for love..... why do the so-called royal families only maintain arranged marriages between "High-class" families.....

..... And, if it's no longer a contract by proxy, why, with each passing day, are marriages more "utilitarian" and short-lived ?, being easily "disposable" ?...... hahahahahahaha......a small and intricate "head broth" that seems to have obvious, simple, and supported answers...... but.....are they like that????.... hahahahahahaha....

    Biology, mathematics, astronomy, art, engineering clearly show us that "in diversity lies life and evolution" ..... not in the formation of pure "races" or in the formation of rigid family trees......

    In short..... a whole topic to which neither "laws" nor "religion" nor the "country" want to pay attention...... why Will it be????.....

    There's the issue of "blood"... that crimson red liquid that distributes oxygen and nutrients from one part to another to maintain "life".... and to which magical hereditary properties are attributed, in strong contradiction.....
but we'll talk about it another day, perhaps....
mmmmmhhhhh.... it seems like everything said sounds like "craziness"....
Please don't send me to a psychiatrist....
I don't want wires in my head or a lobotomy....
hahahahahahaha.....

...a hug, my dear friend ....
....remember...echoes resonating in our air....!!!!!

Writer's note: I'm not being the devil's "advocate" or a family wrecker... just expressing questions that curiosity reveals... hahahahahahaha....
     -extract from "Letters to a friend. Author: Antonio Alex Pezoa Scharpe-