Wisdom is Quiet

   I've often wondered, and I have to admit, sometimes wished my parents were the kind of people who shared wise inspirational philosophies with me, guiding me on how to lead a great and happy life. Like the turtle in Kung Fu Panda. I get caught up in giving people messages I consider important, sharing lessons I've learned, philosopies that I think can be used for good.  Mostly at my parents...how dare I.  

   These people never chased me around giving me wise inspirational messages as I do to them. They let me live and learn for myself, while being empathetic and trying to understand me. Yet here I am, constantly giving them my advice on how to live their lives, things which of course, they already know. Meanwhile, they hear what I have to say. I think it's necesary to allow ourselves to know that sometimes parents/elders can be wrong and us right, that they can learn from us as well. But now I wonder if what I've thought was wrong for them all this time, was simply different. 

   I'm back home in El Salvador for a couple of months to try and make my parents lives better, because they both seem to be in a dark place. I'll try and turn some lights back on, which have been slowly switching off since my baby sister and I left home to go study & work abroad. (Got the internet back on yesterday, not a bad place to start I think). But what if they are exactly where they want to be? Meant to be? And what if they actually are happy, and I've convinced myself that they're in denial because where they are is not my idea of their happy place, or mine?  

May be throughout this period of hardship I should give them the quiet inspiration and wisdom they gifted me with. Trust that they are good, smart people,

who will continue living, learning and prevailing without my words. May be it's time for me to just keep them in sight, listen, and be quiet. 

Humildad y Cooperacion

Piensa Humildad no orgullo, Cooperacion no competencia..si sueñas con mover montañas y evitar guerras

"Welcome to Heaven my baby boy"

"Bienvenida al Cielo mi negrita linda"

"Let's go to the park today"

What do I need at home?

   "What can I do to bring you back for good? What if I build a theatre here for Tres Artis? Would that make you come home to me? What would be enough for you to come back Roberto? Better opportunities than in New York? Tell me."

    I've been here for seven years, and I guess I didn't have an answer for this yet. What do I need? Finally, I responded. 

   I need open minds. If my people keep closed minds, closed ears & eyes, there is no moving forward. Either that, or the courage and wisdom to open those minds and guide them. Or may be I just need the humility, patience, and empathy to understand them, and have faith that flowers will blossom as they are meant to. 

I couldn't have summarized it better. This is how I feel. 

Alas Blancas

   My grandpa says that two white-winged doves join him at the table for breakfast every morning. It makes sense. I think that if you live a righteous life, and you are good to others, there will always be a little bird or two watching over you. 

Bailando con mi mami

Que rico el haber estado de regreso en mi pueblo con vos viejita! Te amo! Te extrañamos princesita linda Chimbi! 

You think you gangsta

Cause you did time

Well, listen here, gangsta

Check out my mom! ;)

Keep your faith in others

Don't lose faith in others.

No matter how many times their decisions may hurt or disappoint you.

We are all so perfectly imperfect.

Everybody has the capacity to make good, to be better.

Everything has its right time and right way to happen. 

My dad left my family recently, for the thirteenth time. 

We will continue praying for those who love and support us, especially for those who try to hurt us.

So that they find peace and happiness in the right places, and stop looking for it in the wrong ones.

And we will not lose faith that something great is in the making, we will not lose hope that because of this we will all be better.

God, in light of this we are spiritually stronger, you gave us a whole new range of emotions to feel, an outlandish experience to learn from and prepare us for anything the future may bring, and a beautiful story to tell which all by itself is a wonderful gift. Thank you.

Smile New York

   We out-of-towners complain all the time about how people don't smile, greet us with a warm "good morning," or don't really connect here in New York. We say it's a cold city. As if being warm is a kindness and pleasure we've reserved for when we go back home to visit our families for the holidays. How about we start smiling and saying "good morning," and may be see a bit of a change in the atmosphere? New York isn't that big, let's make it a place we can call home too.

Somos Hermanos Por Naturaleza

You're a human being, and that's more wonderful and complete all by itself, than anything else you may be trying to become. Don't let anyone guide you away from the simplest, most beautiful, form of you.



Somos Hermanos Por Naturaleza

"Stay thirsty my friends"

;)

Angels

Some people are angels. And I'm so blessed to have two of them so close

El Tunco

A town that is truly prosperous and vibrant. Where the creative and original spirit of small business still thrives uncontaminated by big business. Opportunities flourish and the entreprenurial heart beats so obviously alive and uncrushed by greed. Streets you can walk through safely and bet you will not only receive a smile, a "good morning," and may be even a flirty wink; but that you will also be seduced to do the same thing the next morning, and without a doubt be surrounded by those familiar faces soon enough turning that "good morning" into a daily mutual "what can I do for you?" That's El Salvador, or what it should be. That's why I love El Tunco. Let's take care of it. Much love to my friends, the locals, who lead a richer and happier life than most of us, sharing their good vibes and waves with foreigners and Salvadorans alike. See you in the horizon!


the locals, Latin American Surf Champions, the true Kings of "El Tunco." thanks for sharing the waves and the good times my brothers. I am very fortunate to be able to call myself your friend. buenas vibras !!

Long Overdue Visitor

I've always wanted to paint. I have a blank canvas hanging on my bedroom wall calling me, that one of my past roommates left behind. I think everything happens for a reason. I'll go to the painting shop tomorrow, so this long overdue visitor can walk in through my wall at last. Can't wait to meet you old friend.

there is no competition

one day you realize that you are not competing with anybody or anything. this world is abundant, and you are meant to find who and what is right for you.

...

for what I felt, seeing you, hugging you and crying with you just now angel, I have no words

Karma 1 Roberto 0

I really don't want to talk about it...with anyone...ever. it hurts too much. My heart broke into tiny little pieces today as only he knows how to...again...and again...and AGAIN. Ungrateful son of a bitch, all the magic, romance, and love that I've brought to you, only for you to put us through this again. Of all the little hearts that children draw in their school notebooks representing love, you're the exception, the antihero, no, the evil villain. To make me feel better, according to you, you do this in order to become a temporary vessel once again between the tip of my thumb typing this "ado" into my iphone 5 and the occasional glimpse of that microscopic piece of truth reserved for me, which lies suspended in the perfect infinite yet unchanging and timeless unperceivable universe beyond our senses. Reality with a capital "R," that which created us and at the same time we create it. God. May be. Angel, I knew this would be my life from now on.

Instead, I'll tell you how I may or may not die within the next 15 minutes...

While walking up the street feeling like shit, it adds a bit to the drama, how I have to hold the left part of my chest with my right hand over the cord resting under my puffy coat that connects my iphone to my new headphone earmuffs, in order to be able to keep the sound art of Dizzy Gillespie in both my ears instead of just the left one. local 86th and 3rd passersby will forever giggle-out stories of a guy with a funny-looking puffy coat, found after peek hours, lying face down on the side of the road tastefully but tragically murdered by a jazzy heart attack with beginnings in his left eardrum, on his way to buy odor-control bedding for his dwarf hamster Carmelita at Petco. dying listening to Dizzy? not too shabby. I'm paying a ridiculous bill at AT&T now, which will definitely contribute to this untimely end of me. this is the name costumer service here knows me by, and probably how I will be remembered...

The Greatest Sin

When it comes to human relationships at least, specially where there is love or there could be love, the best advice you can give to someone seeking your advice, is: "DO NOT listen to anyone's advice." The only thing you can and should do for someone seeking your advice in this situation, is simply listen. Every single human relationship is a whole different universe, no one has the right, or the ability to give the correct advice for something as unique as a human relationship. Even if both sides of the story were narrated to you in specific detail, you will never know the truth or the Reality that exists there, unless you experience exactly what they did up to this point in their lives as individuals and in the relationship, in every possible aspect. Although we all perceive, therefore are affected by, experiences differently. Each individual involved in a relationship has a unique personal and shared physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual life, infinite with undefinable multiphasic experiences. In conclusion, don't you dare fuck with a relationship, specially where there is love or there could be love. If there is a hell, and there was ever a good reason to deserve a fucked up eternity in flames, you can be certain that this is the greatest sin you can ever commit.

I'm ok 2013

   What can I say about 2012. I lost an angel. She left me three gifts of wisdom. Honesty, Humility, Empathy. I missed the holidays with my family. But I made three new wonderful friends who let me in on their 31st. I'm still going to try to go home in January, I miss my babies too much. A lot of fun business to take care of here first though. Playing for a living, teaming up with some of the sweetest most talented people in this city, requires its sacrifices too I guess. 

   Ahhh I miss everyone and everything that beautiful sunlight kisses in El Salvador. It's a perfect January 1st 5:00am here in New York City though. First client at Gracie's Cafe with my buddies here who opened the kitchen early to make me a lumberjack breakfast; reminiscing about 2012, looking up, staring off, sighing out loud. And I'm ok. I'm just ok. Smiling like a creep. Here's to another imperfect year, full of losses, gains, bad decisions, lessons learned...love. Let it be ok again, let the imperfect, the good and the bad together, make it perfect again. 

   Thank you God (you call it universe, law of attraction, karma, mind power)...every day. Thank you. For giving me the courage to write shit like this that everyone can see, for one. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to help others every day, there is no greater reward than that natural pleasure. Fuck money. You reading this...you're infinitely unique, beautiful and precious. The human being you are is more wonderful and complete than anything else you're trying to become. Believe it, believe in something, everything is possible. What one man can do any man can; what no man can do, any man can as well. 

   Start expressing yourself, write on your facebook wall, write weird shit like this, because it's not weird, we've all got it in there wanting to come out. That's news that Really matters. Let it out, affect the world, and let the world affect you. Only then will you be able to create a Real connection with it. Life's not that short, take your time, enjoy every single little crumb. Make love to every step you take. Ohhh I know I do. These have been the ramblings of a self-proclaimed poet, madly in love with everything that is, and is not yet. So, with no further ado, here's to another perfect 365 days.

Happy New Years you ;)