At the end of day

THIS IS A COPY-PASTE TEXT I DID WRITE SOME TIME BACK…

At the end of day
in the corner of the city
waiting in a bar
drinking a hot chocolate
watching how rain over water
how death the dry
the flood is eating the summer
my mind is in the past
your body is in the box
flowers greeting your presence

I was describing a afternoon, nothing special…

The treadles revolutions

Rebel Hubieres

Don’t say anything more; in the hard island where I live there are some people that talk about rebel movements. He’s someone that look like bin laden, which has a lot of bus, first with his own effort (something that we can’t deny) and now “buy” busses with government help, but never pay. He say to be the solutions of our transportation problem, I say “he is the trouble of our transportation situation“.

My car was striped by one of his bus, I stay powerless. One AMET just say that it was nothing, but the bus run like the super powerful man who can do what he want. The transportation problem is one thing, but the hippie thought is pass.

The rebel thought is for young guy. Hubieres is the dammed old transportation trouble, is the asshole, he’s a guy who is looking for other way to steal money to government and populations, hi’s the classic opportunist who hit and later ask (if ask). Hubieres is a capitalist hunter who uses the rebel like a tool. Revolutions always are a tool, but Lenin believes in this tool, Stalin believes in this tool, even Fidel believe in this tool, but Hubieres don’t believe in this. It’s self-defeating to listen (or read, or watch) someone with his kind of business, and his kind of background talking about rebel. That’s not rebel, this is disobedient, this is a way for not pay, a way to be included in political movement of this hard island.

De limpia vidrios y otros problemas sociales

El martes pasado se publicó en primera plana del diario libre una foto con una de las esquinas de santo domingo. Leer los comentarios es algo interesante, cada quien con su razón. Los tarjeteros no me molestan, ni siquiera los que intentan venderme un perrito vira-lata como si fuera un doberman, los que más me sacan de casillas son los limpiadores de cristales. En mi caso concuerdo con Alexéi cuando dice que un servicio no solicitado no tiene porque ser pagado. En el día de ayer, aun cuando era un día lluvioso, fui ASALTADO ASEDIADO por 4 limpiavidrios, todos de esquinas diferentes, en el trayecto gomez-27 hasta Gómez-ovando. Para finalizar el día, en la San Vicente con mella le grite maldiciones a un quinto que, mientras estaba distraído hablando con mi esposa, lanzó su herramienta de asalto (una esponja llena de agua sucia con jabón) sobre el parabrisas del carro.

No es justo que, además de las preocupaciones que hay que tener con los motoristas mientras uno conduce, deba uno estar atento a las acciones de los limpiavidrios mientras está en espera de que cambie el semáforo. Por otro lado, estos limpiavidrios son tan asaltantes como los que cobran peajes por aparcar el vehículo en una calle pública (parqueadores), si te muestras renuente a pagar por el servicio que ellos intentan ofrecerte, acuden a tu sensibilidad mostrándose víctimas de la sociedad, si no logran sacarte dinero acuden a la violencia, ya sea insultándote o rayándote el vehículo. Por desgracia no hay ley que nos ampare en este sentido. Si sufrimos agresión por un tiguere de esos no hay nada que pueda hacer.

La solución a eso es la creación de empleos, que los aceptemos no ha de crear solución, sino todo lo contrario, margina mas nuestras calles y avenidas. Es un negocio muy lucrativo que les permite ganar como mínimo, dos sueldos mínimos, que es más de lo que un policía gana.

I just want other wind

Every day I’m oldest, and I’m feeling less productive. I’m getting more projects, this equal to more money, but I’m tired to programming. The source code is eating me. Just want to rest, but now I have a pregnant wife that just want to rest; someone has to carry the money house.

Every day walking the same street, watching the same things, talking with the same peoples, doing the same thing, it’s like a fucking vicious, like the real life. The small task are consuming all my time. Now I have to care about a house, I’m feeling the hard prize of married.

By other way, I have other vicious in my life. His name is chocolate. Is black or brown, is sweet and always smile when stay on mouth. The electronic music is my partner now. It’s the only way to finish the lot of work that I have at office and outsourcing.

Enamorado del chocolate

La vida es más que conjunto de placeres y desaciertos. Pero es muy cierto que estos placeres y desaciertos son los que marcan nuestro rumbo. La mayoría de nuestras decisiones son tomadas para alcanzar un placer o por consecuencia de un desatino. Un nuevo placer se ha agregado a mi pequeña colección de vicios.

Es muy cierto que estoy enamorado del chocolate desde hace mucho tiempo. El chocolate es el perfecto sustituto de la coca-cola. Produce tanto placer en el paladar como frescura en el cerebro. Es una suave brisa que sopla sobre la cabeza estresada. Es una forma de aclarar ideas. Es un vicio del que es difícil de deshacerse.

Mis hábitos alimenticios están cambiando poco a poco. Me parece que después de la hiperactividad de los primeros años de la juventud, donde no se logra apreciar el efecto refrescante de una taza de chocolate humeante, los sentidos del pacer se agudizan. Es algo así como que uno logra disfrutar en mayor grado de las pequeñas sutilezas que destilan los alimentos. Es más fácil distinguir un vino de otro, la suavidad de una bebida frente a otra. El chocolate es el gran beneficiado en esta lucha de sabores.

The country where I want to live

I was talking with Carlos Caceres that France is a bad country. That wouldn’t live there because always is fighting. Is like the guy who is in front of war. It’s the first to do thing. There are the revolution, the biggest protest of world every day (I know, it’s just an exaggeration), the black fight with the white, the visitor are just shit and they think in democracy while the world is thinking in business. The best place to live is Germany because they are strongest. The pass throw two world war like the bad guys and still alive. They are like the fourth biggest economy because china start ground more that any one. They made the best car in the world, BMW. They don’t have visit from other world like England, or hidden super robots like Japan, but they can hit all local technology and stand like strong country.

They were thinking, when Hitler was his boss, that they are superman, that there are one race and they are the race. They think that the bad race Is Israel, but not, the bad race is France, because France has by destiny fought he self while there are life.

My fascination for this country come while I was watching a magazine when I was 14 years old, and I notice the beautiful form of caster and street. Nothing likes that, while France has Paris, a noise town with a lot of person watching a big tower of metal.

if you don’t believe this, just see what kind of boy has Germany.

Pregnancy and flu

My wife is with flu. It’s bad because she have fever, headache and doesn’t want to eat. I’m a master because I buy every medicament at drugstore and did cook a tea.

She is so scary because there aren’t references of pregnancy and flu. The doctor says that just take lemon tea and “Broncochem“. Now she carry tabs, broncochem and lemon tea on your bag. I read throw internet about this and there aren’t any thing to do now. Just rest and drink tea. She still scary and don’t know what to eat.

Transport price up

There are some times that I don’t use public transportation. Now I have my own car, I pay oil non services. By other way, we have the transport mafia, some person that use the transport like a gun for manipulates government action, that say that will not upgrade the price for transport services. All this stuff comes from some threat advice by government to remove gasoil’s aid.

There are monopolies with transport. The government knows. The population knows. Everybody knows. There aren’t solutions for now. The oil is raise up like globe under water. But the monopoly it’s a matter. We have to remove the mafia organizations and start using regulates private “COOL” company like OMSA or CARIBE TOUR.

The transportation service’s price will put up. It’s impossible to stand it down. Just leave upgrade prices, let remove mafias and let death like man in peace.

Business

Eating at mother home

Yesterday was the church’s Kermes. My mother buys chicken and clothes. The chicken was my lunch and the clothes were a gift. For my wife there are some long dresses because she is pregnant, and for me there is a Cargo Par of pant (I love this kind of pant).

Races, beans and chicken, just like others day. It’s better that to eat in a restaurant because I don’t have to pay and there something that I like to eat. I have to write a document for Digecitts’s IT Department, upload some changes for one Ecuador’s VIH institution and I’m wetting for some file from Esteban Gomez. I’ll start to oustading receive my money.

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i don’t know exactly why I’m creating other blog. i have a lot and i don’t like to close blogs because we lost the post.

maybe I’ll talk about my life, about my boy, about my belief or about my country. yes i have a country. it’s a half island in meddle of Caribbean.

just welcome and enjoy the way of expression.