What's up with the "Twilight Saga"

I am reading the Twilight books...

I know that with that comment alone I just lost 80% of any male reader interested in my blog! :)
However, I am writing about those books in what I believe is a different way of looking at what is in it... and this is just my opinion.

So in order to expose all my statements I must says the following:

"Yes, I too love Edward (not Robert Pattinson - or whatever his name is) but the Edward character"

The Twilight books (as I like to call them) are more than just a teenager love story, in fact, I believe I wouldn't have been able to understand this books if I was one... this books are for people that have actually experience real love and also real loss... the emotional, the physical, the painful love...

Some books are great because the writers have ways of describings sceneries, characters, even personalities that allow you to imagine the situation as if you were actually living it (learning real medieval history like this is the most amusing way to learn!)... however in the Twilight books, the write is absolutely amazing in describing feelings, which is something I had never experienced by reading a book.

To feel lightheaded when the story turns into a romantic series of lines and Romeo and Juliet phrases (this is the easy stuff, who hasn't felt that way!?), to know how it feel when Bella says she feels like she has a hole in her chest that actually, physically hurts... I know what that means, I have felt that way! to feel complete... to feel protected... (even if the guy is constantly wanting to suck her blood! :)...)

This is why reading it now makes much more sense than being 13 years old and reading it... you just can't related to what's going on... you can't understand at 13 (even if you are precocious kid!) the complex webs built around relationships, love, loss, etc.

And now I understand a comment a good friend of mine said when he talked about forbidden loves... not forbidden by society, distance or whatever... but forbidden by your inner strings, your own limitations, even though sometimes the word forbidden invites to do the contrary...

I reccommend this books to any of the skeptics out there... the ones that believe they are just some chick flick crap... it took me 2 years to decide to read them... I was reluctant, had enough with the wizard kid to get involved with vampires this time... but believe me... my expectations were exceeded! I am re-reading full chapters just to understand deeply the meaning of each line

So I have just begun Eclipse... lets see how it turns out!

Being Foreign - The Others

"Nowadays, you might rather say that the more you know of other countries, the more inclusive of all humanity your values will become"

My friend Digs, to whom I hadn't recconnected in a while taught me an important lesson in social anthropology today... he taught me that life is full of choices... you can't live in the past or in the future... and to decide how you want to live, you need to start making cost / benefit decisions, since you can't have it all (Can you?)

I truly reccommend to read this article from the Economist, it is about what it takes to be an expat, to choose to have the life of a foreigner, whether a threadbare student, an overworked manager or a trailing spouse... but more than just explaining the differences between living as a foreigner or as a local, the article distinguishes between the decisions you need to make to be happy with the status you have chose for yourself...

For example, some give up a wealthy senior management position for having a peaceful life and be able to see their children grow up and raise them theirselves... other choose to live abroad and full their lives of experiences and give up having the same good old friends and fridays of wings and beer... and it doesn't matter which kind of life you choose... you have to make the best of it because at the end, the decision you made was well worth it... even if it was because one of your parents needed someone to take care of them or if "life" made plans for you that you were probably not ready for...

Doesn't matter how it was... or why you took the decision you took... don't look back... make the best of it now.

Porque uno de cipote es tonto

Disclaimer: this is going to be a bilingual blog... some things are more fluid in english and some are in spanish... so excuse me for the confusion...

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Hace un par de minutos estuve leyendo un cuaderno que me encontre tirado con apuntes hechos por mi madre en 1979... esos apuntes comenzaban con un pequeno verso:

Enero de 1979.

Jamas crei volver a verte
dude mucho saber de ti
cosas de la vida, cosas de la suerte
y sin embargo, no se si fue asi

Muy triste me senti hace dias
cosas que pasaron sin pensar
y ahora vuelvo y en mi melancolia
vuelves en mi mente a reposar

Eres muy dificil, no puedo comprenderte
y no creo que me puedas conocer
somos muy distintos, jamas he de entenderte
y a pesar de eso, te estimo mas que ayer

En fin son cosas de la vida
que se nos presento a los dos
no se lo que paso ni pasara algun dia
olvidarlo todo con un adios?

Quien hubiera pensado, licenciado,
que asi ibamos a terminar
despues de que nosotros habriamos cambiado
este mundo en un sueno sin final

No pienses nada, no estoy diciendo nada
nos conocimos, nadie nos presento
hay personas que asi se agradan
y terminan en que se yo

Y ahora? que ha sucedido?
no me agrada hablar por C.V.
siento que me he aburrido
pero no de xuc40 (?) ni de ti

Por lo tanto, pedazo de gente
si quieres saber de mi
coge el telefono... no es nada indecente
todo es que pongas un poco de ti

Este cuaderno de apuntes comienza con este poema y termina con paginas arrancadas del final de la historia... igual como la historia verdadera...

Con razon a uno le dicen los papas (cuando uno todavia es cipote) que no sea impulsivo, que piense las cosas, que madure, que conozca el mundo... despues uno conoce el mundo y ya no les gusto mucho la cosa y le piden que asiente cabeza, que trabaje para ser alguien grande, etc, etc... pero eso es lo maravilloso de ser padre (y hasta ahora que soy madre lo entiendo)

Las relaciones son tempestuosas, asi como fue la relacion de mis papas... y yo que me quejaba que mi hija era dramatica!! :) si lo que no se hurta se hereda!!

Pues bien... quiero re-comenzar mi blog escarbando en el baul de los recuerdos... no solo en los mios, sino en los de mi familia, mis amigos, los desconocidos con los que uno se cruza de repente... a ver si al ver para atras, uno descubre un poco mas de lo que uno es ahora...

Si a alguien le interesa leerlo... pues bienvenido! y si no... pues es algo que algun dia leeran mis hijos y diran... "mira mi mama... estaba un poco choyada no crees!"