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.....
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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.....>>
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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
- 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.....
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.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......
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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.......
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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...........
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