The Deal

Si me emputa algo es porq ver a alguien loco porq el ritmo de la musica este de acuerdo a lo q prende el encendedor... peor si era amigo, peor si parecía inteligente.

Y me hace entender porq soy como soy. intolerante y neurótico, pero con una imagen clara de lo que no quiero ser:

un junkie q se olvida de vivir.

quiero mas teleférico, mindo, año nuevo, sushi, pizza, cenas, parrilladas, risas, buenos planes y sobre todo seguir divirtiéndome tanto que la vida es de lo mejor. no la quiero todos los días, pero lo quiero en muchos momentos. Siendo productivo, dejando algo que pueda regresar a ver y estar orgulloso.

No impecables pero si impresionantes talvez?

Quito, 6:15 am

Manejando entre sueños, regreso a ver al cono blanco rodeado de cielo azul... miro al conductor a mi lado, atrapados en tráfico nos miramos desconcertados. Por qué le damos la vuelta a algo tan hermoso? La bruma apenas deja ver la ciudad que se empeña en absorver mi tiempo; el sol la golpea suavemente y los vientos frios me obligan a cerrar la ventana. sigo hacia ella, esperanzado, soñando todavia, soñando por mi vida, igual que el del auto a mi lado, al frente y detras. todos vamos a la lucha, todos te soñamos mejor.

ITALY

Country of ups and downs, truffle and dry sandwiches… you’ve surely taken a lot from me, and in the end I suppose you taught me a hell of a lot as well. Particularly drinking wine hoho!

Now, six months exactly, I think. When I first arrived I was this young boy with a dream and shitting my pants from fear. The panic went away, but I have to admit I’m still a bit afraid. Life has changed so much and so little. And this experience if not used correctly will easily fall into obscurity.

I learnt not to trust people. I learnt that sometimes battles can be lost, and I learnt that sometimes losing a battle does mean winning a war. I stayed trying overcome what I thought was a restaurant myth. But no, it was just managed by pretencious bastards. People who saw us (stagists) as stupid cheap labor.

That meant a battle never to be won.

And now, though, I think and hope that the new fears of coming back will prove unfounded. I pray that my debts on the financial but more importantly on the spiritual, to myself and others, will be paid with interest… man, the feeling that consumes me comes in the form of a golden M… that’s where I’ll never end up, what it represents is the death of my soul. (by the way I`ll be using they’re wi-fi in a few seconds hehe)

Still… concerning Italian food

-they have no clue that spices exist.

-they really don’t have a variety… and when u find it it’s so overpriced that it`s almost unreachable. Really, who said good food has to be expensive? In the means of paying 10 euros (15 dollars present time) should represent a very very decent dish in any other part of the world!

So that disappointed, lack of laughs. Lack of fun. Lack of food… irony? I bet

And a new reason comes now, I did find the glamourous and beautiful side of cooking after all… from people and sources never expected... I understood that sometimes, adrenaline, emotion and beauty come from simplicity. That life betrays you but somehow manages to amaze you.

I give my most sincere goodbye to this country, hoping that all the disappointments will, at some point, become tools to overcome, tools to become, and tools to succeed.

I did find a cheap awesome knife though hohooo

el arte del egocentrismo

leyendo el último post del queridisimo abogado "gordo" se me viene, mejor que el hedonismo el egocentrismo no? mas que al filo de una navaja, traspasarla porque nada nos daña jeje, sip. peor que chuck norris

y quien dijo que ser egocentrico hace daño? en Italia el que no lo es no es parte de la sociedad. en mi mundito interior, el hecho de ser egocentrico significa que tienes fuerzas y ganas de seguir haciendo lo que haces. y que te levantas porque eres bacan. porq la plena, si no fuera así... me pego el tiro de una.

lo bueno es que eso no pasará, porque veeee, que bacan q es el que hace este blog

Maledeto poyouuuuu

I wish you were here

I dig my toes into the sand,

the ocean looks like a thousand diamonds,

strewn across a blue blanket

i lean against the wind, pretending I am weightless,

and in this moment I am happy,

happy

Miss you so much!

Me acuerdo de esa cobija azul cobija azul... feliz cosamesario

Cause all they say is “it’s gotta be on the weekends”

Try to remember, try try

To be the best each time

To be the life you want

To be the job in hand

To Be, just be alive

and life is the best movie u’ll ever see

Not forcing it out, just believing it’s there

Our power to perform, our freedom to exist

Our life is on the fire we’re eager to explode

Our veins are running lower, our minds are set too loose

Be your destiny

Get the best, be the best

Cause baby it’s the only way

We’ll ever feel alive;

and show it's not a lie

Cause life’s hard, life’s good

It’s burning your hands, building those chops

Getting to realize that dreams

are real, only for those who grow enough

so they grow to accomplish them

Tired

Siempre he odiado la gente que dice "estoy cansad@" todo el tiempo

hoy estoy cansado, un poco enojado porque no me da todavia para ser tan bueno como quiero y pensando que muchos otros dicen estar cansados despues de nada. maldita sea!

lo bueno es que eso capaz me hara la vida mas facil. menos competencia porq todos quieren dormir ojala!