We
are here, in 2012, the year of the end of the world, according to the
prophesy of the Mayas. Something similar was so prophesied too in Spain.
Makes one dizzy to imagine what might be the themes talked about in
the media in the coming days. Like spool of yarns a spider weaves. We
depict imaginary images getting more and more entangled like skein,
grey and confusing.
As
if the reality of today's world is not bleak enough, still with wars
breaking out or continuing here and there, people dying of hunger,
international economic crisis, highest figure of unemployment since the
depression of the 30's, the precarious situation of the Euro and long
lists of cut-backs ... Why do we waste our time worrying about the end
of the world? If the prophesy is true, none of us can do anything about
it or avoid it, except losing the time meanwhile, one day, one week, 6
months or with luck never ... Why cry now when we can laugh and count
our blessings that we are still alive, eating, living, and loving for
the time we still have?
We
all have things we enjoy doing don't we? I will carry on writing about
anything that pops up in my head, and hoping for, or even write about,
Love, the kind that gets old and heavily wrinkled, or about babies,
born arrogant, provocative and demanding to grab their share of the
life and the vibrating world around them, or about the utopia that
lives in our hearts, that's even madder than love; or about
achievements however small, review and acknowledge the tiniest moments
of peace, grace and joy. Write about poetry, music; tell jokes, in
confabulation of hope with belligerence and non-conformity ... till the
last breath.
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