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Been a while now I guess.

Today I am going to have a quick thought on an intresting story: Peter Pan.

The kid never grows up, there's been so many ways of looking at it, of thinking of the plot and images used in the story. Much has been said about the meaning of the whole thing, but I want to finally write my poor thoughts (by poor I mean I am probably mistaken or overthinling the whole deal) about this tale.

Peter Pan represents the inmature part of a person, who no matter how much time has already gone by, never seems to grow up, always keeping thatsmile and the belief in life, he's got so much faith in the infinitepossibilities of living that he's sure he can fly and indeed he does!

The lost boys I can't quite figure out, they are kinda bizarre to me, I can't associate them with anyone I know or any role actually so if somebody has an idea let me know.

Wendy, of course, she acts not only as the mother of the lost boys and Peter, but she also has the feminin, wannabe-Peter's-partner attitude, her role is to incarnate desire, love, passion, energy and protection, she becomes a more important heroin to me when she decides to go back to London for her parent's sake, becoming this way the woman who knows what her duty is. Although some of my personalities disgree with giving her credit for it, because it would've been just so much fun to stay in Neverland.

Neverland turns to be the place where everything can be possible, away from our doubts and insecurities, a place to play with children... (sick comment), no but really, a place where just like Kate Winslet, I would love visiting before I die.

But my all-time favorite has to be Captain Hook, he is plein awsome, when the crocodile (have you ever seen a crocodile in the sea? well... Neverland) gets closer, the tic tac of the clock awares Hook of its presence and the closeness of his own death, incarnating the fear to the end, the fear of ending a life without accomplishing his mission (killing Peter) but more so the fear of being living without a real reason (he could never kill Peter even if he had the chance), the clock inside of the crocodile represents the time that slowly comes to us and goes by also, there's no end to it (the captain can never kill the crocodile either). Hook basically impersonates the lost innocence, the banality of life and the lack of purpose on it, the being who wants to recover what was stolen and fights against the reality that time will just kill him eventually.

Tinkerbell... well I kinda hate the bitch... jealousy, unfaithfulness, envy, beauty, malice, yellow, lots of yellow and pixie powder... not my kind of thing, but I really would love to know if someone has a positive interpretation of this character.

Aren't we all in the story? I do think we are, at least I know I am, not just one actually, I think we all are a mixture of roles, that we keep on playing through our lives...

I'll see you in Neverland!

I like jogging

I loooooooooooooooooooooooove jogging!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am in such a terrific mood today, I pierced my lip! I went out with my dear friends, had a laugh, talked with the infamous and straightened everything up... and now I shall watch love actually.... can it gt anymore perfect?

Too cool to care

And the princess found many knights on her way, even dressed up somehow her beauty would glow through her skin.

Those foolish games... I will never again make the princess chase her angel, It is only a reflection of what I have mistaken myself with, somebody who gave a damn...

I killed the princess without her ever getting to see her love again... her mission failed and either that or endure yet another attempt of suicide. Have you ever watched Silent Hill the movie? the part when the little girl was burnt repeated itself inside my hollow thoughts the other day... I need to write it, I need to, I tried not to, I'm sick of writing autobiographic lies.

This is me bending with pain on the floor, with once again a broken heart in the middle of my chest... I used to love Tchaikovsky, philosophize about art and flying...

Enough, this is enough.

Bow down and stare n wonder, how the Fenix is born again. The angel never was. The angel never will be. The angel got lost in another story, with another princess that jumps off a castle, the dressed up princess in the end gets captured by some errand people... in the woods. Without a single scream, she sees the truth. She was dying.

Blue day, gray day. A once-upon-a-time-me day.

Miracles...

I have to say this, I am a believer.

Things happen in life, things that we cannot control.

Once upon a time she was mugged, she cried until she couldn't stand up because of the pain.

If there is any relation between the title and what I'm writing now... it's a miracle.

An angel appeared out of nowhere, he took care of her, he kissed and embraced her, he promised everything was to be ok, and so it was.

Many years went by, new knights came looking for the princess, she had already gone far away. She had to dress up like a royal knight, just to be able to take a horse and go in search of her guardian angel, she sold her crown to get some money for the long trip, she was even thinking of selling her soul if necessary. But those things... that we never control acted on her behalf, a weird force that she made a vow to retribute showed her a way to get closer to the angel without having to face so many dangerous creatures that would come up in her way, every knight should go and rescue his princess, but the princess wasn't longing for a knight to show up, she was looking for her angel who had left without a good bye.

The end is still a blur, as the whole story is. As you can see I'm am going trough a weirdly inspired face of my life where I can distinguish words and images but not logic, I believe in miracles, because today I was granted one.

When I find the key words to make this a blog-story I shall write them, but for now I only have the beginning of what in the end could turn up to be a marvelous story, or not. Maybe I am just dreaming to much about princesses and angels.

It's time to focus a little bit more on the big goals maybe, but I want this little goal to be my big focusing point, it's the first and last adventure I will concede myself before becoming a grown-up. The little dream might be coming true in the end. Thanks Lord.

Yapita para vos Val.

As you can see I'm dying to watch some anime!!

Devil's flesh

So dear fellows.
Once again I must apologise for not writing in such a long time, I just didn't have anything interesting to write about.
Now I don't have anything interesting but I just want to know your opinion's over the faboulous time of the year that is CARNAVAL, well let me put it this way, I was wondering where in the world people celebrate that holiday, Bolivia's Carnaval is quite interesting, but I would greatly appreciate if anybody would tell me about other costumes around the world.
Well now I have to go and actually study, I hate Programation so bad!

Greet your enemy

ok tonight is christmas eve, I can't fight against getting all sentimental. Well I can.
Yesterday I was gaining my little space in the ficticious heaven we are told to believe in, I was giving away christmas cards, it was just an excuse to see my friends and to hug some people of course, well I was on wheels, I had the car for the afternoon, then somebody, this could only happen to me, crashed my car while it was parked and ran away like most people would.
To make things worse I have no car insurance so this means I have to pay the mechanic with my NEW YEAR PARTY FUND. So there it goes my trip to Trinidad.
Well the point here is that it is really interesting how we have turned to be irresponsible in all we do, I haven't yet met a person that is honest 100% of the time, values (although I do not want to accept it) are really being forgotten, like they were overrated.
And around this time of the year our lack of these fellows becomes more obvious, hipocrecy is in the air just like good wishes and the smell of fruitcake and panettone; it is ok to send a card to that annoying neighboor or even to that relative that never remembers your name, all out of courtesy, but I have seen a lot of sworn enemies shaking hands and greeting eachother just to pose in front of the cameras, this happening between politicians, bussines men and even mothers-daughters in law.
Why do we start acting like we are different around this days? I accept it now, we humans are totally imperfect and capable of the best and worst according to the moment, does christmas then bring out the best or the worst in us?
Changing a little bit the slightly antisceptic/antibiotic/bug-killing hand soap I want to use in each of these hipocrites' mouths before speaking to me, to a more nicely-faked thank you smile I have to say I am sinning too, I am just as bad as those who while hating others go and judas-kiss them. Aren't we all?
In the end it is our fault that society and goodmanners teach us to be polite at all times. I have found recently some people turning into really productive and nice society eople, it is interesting what the perspective of university does to people my age, some of us just plainly keep it cool and others freak out. A lot.
But i shall focus on the good feelings of people that actually care about this time of the year, yeah christmas can be nice, can be beautiful and hope-full and I wish I could just not think about this ugly parts of people, but once again, as positive as I want to be, there's always room for a little angry grinch-like fantasies of ruining and stealing christmas. JUST FOR THE FUN OF IT.
Am I going to go to my fake/invented/ficticious hell?

Calm like water?

So hello kids.
Last night life gave me a pleasant surprise; I went for the weekend (I am still in my weekend) to Santa Cruz to visit my family, well life, time, and the awesome Cochabamba weather made my day, made my week, made my year I think.
I am totally obsessed with the elements (fire, water, air, earth, etc) and last night was WATER'S night.
I cannot say I was reborn like what whappened before. But man did I feel like I was high? yeah I did, it rained a lot, literally a lot, the roads were like pools, if you walked for about 3 sec under the rain and you would be soaked, I am not exagerating, It also GRANIZO qhich is the closest thing we have to snowing... I was listening to my music as loud as my ears could stand. (Panic!) out of masoquism you would say I was tempted to dance and get soaked, did I do it? yes! yeah, everybody just looked at me with the weirdest faces ever, but i didnt care.
This time my communion with the elements wasn't as pure as the last one, I didn't let myself be one with the element, but did i dance...
Just for you fellows, to understand the magnitud of the rain... there are some somewhat-like-.tunnels that go trough the bridges that sourround the river, well they are like 4.5 mts high and they were flooded to their tops... like gigantic ponds, the river overflowed and the water in the streets went as high as about 60 cm flooding everything in it's way. It only rained for about 40 min.
Four people died last night because of the rain.
I hope inocence and that increidibe-sometimes-plein-creepy way of mine to log off reality never leaves me... never leaves none of the ones that have them.
When i go back to cocha i promise i have something really interesting to write about, so please patience.