"Merry Xmas"

This Saturday I woke up about ten o´clock, with a little hangover, in a friend house. A week ago I went to my neighbor backyard and I stole a Christmas tree by order of my grandpa, that was a difficult mission, but not impossible, I fall into a zarzamora and a dog bite me but it worth. True History.

Well in my home this holydays are very important, the planning of the dinner begins a few days before, all of us have a special and exclusive mission like light the barbecue and keep it, or prepare the salads, stuff the turkey, gift wrap the presents out of sight of the little children, all of this kind of stuff.

This time, the entire celebration turns around, the littlest person of my family, my niece Maite, she is about four years old, and she likes to be rounded by her loved people, she is scared by Santa, she thought that he is a big bad fat man, who watch to the children all the time, after heard that is unavoidable be agree with that. Because of that she don´t want gift from him, the only thing that she wants was have a dinner with a lot of food and happiness. That’s is the true spirit of Christmas  

Oh! she also wants to see the Grinsh, she said to me that she like him because is green and funny. That was a really good holyday.

My Favourite Xmas Song... muajajajaja ! ♪

"My Favourite Beach"

Well is funny,  if you read some of my previous publications, my favourite beach is spelled in the most of these.
Like I metioned in the previous publications, I lived in the central shore of O´higgins the sixth region of Chile. I lived in this place at least fourteen years, that was good times.
In Pichilemu after the school we, I with a few friends, went to the "Puntilla Beach" like as routine, especially on fridays. Some weekends we went to take some waves, I wasn´t really good enought in this, obyously I take some waves like the others but after a time I get bored and I began to ride skateboard.
Now I like this beach more than in these times, now that I live in Santiago, after all I still have a home to arrive whatever I want, my crazy hippie big brother keep it I supouse, in his own way, with an smoke and a rifle.

I remember the cool weather, the strong wind, I still hating the sand, specially in the socks and shoes, but i like it´s black colours.

Pichilemu is a good small town, with good and kindly people, full of colours and joy, mostly in greens and blues, I really like that beach!!

"Swim" An outdoor activity that I enjoy.

The most part of my day I am in the university or traveling, when I am traveling, the heat is too annoying, and it make me think about cold water, and the amazing that swim for a while would be. Well at the past of an hour this thinking is all that I think.

Luckily a few years ago, when I was a child, my family decided to buy a pool, normally these constructions are too expensive, but in those times my father works in the construction industry as a building contractor, he know someone that know someone that can do the job for a very low price with excellent results.

I learn to swim very young, my grandpa have a special way to teach, and he teach me on his way, he asked to me first, “Michello, do you want to learn??” and of course every child want it, I say yes immediately, a huge mistake but I don’t know it yet. i approached to the edge of the pool, and then he push me into the pool, after a few minutes fighting for may life, i learn how to swim.

I like the water, about a four years ago when I live in the beach, I swim every weekend, now far from there I want to do it every day!

"Everlong - Foo Fighters" A song of my past.

when I arrive to Santiago, I did not know anybody, at then I took about a one year playing bass, I practice the all day, because I don't have much things to do, all of this change when i go to my first day at the school. In this place I met a lot of funny, smart and friendly people, but in special some of my best friends, with those we would form a rock band, or that was the idea.

We practiced every Friday at the afternoon after the school, in this times we practiced a lot, I think that we were good. We thought that perhaps a day we would be a known rock band. We dreamed with never stop to play.

A day on a weekend party, in those days we used to do, starts to sound this song:

We listen to it, and at the same time we said, that's song need to be played by us.
That song is not too difficult to memorize, and its lyrics are so stickies, that was the perfect song for us at the moment.

Well actually we are separated,we never played that song after all, but it still remember us, every weekend, every reunion, when we listen it, what was our dream, and that we should never give up to chase it.

One on One with "Edgar Allan Poe"

Until a few minutes ago, i don't had any idea of with who i wanted to have a one on one conversation, i say until a few minutes ago because my cat gave me the answer. this creature jumped into my window and it remained there, like freezed, looking at me with a crazy mad face for a while. That was my answer! I need to meet the master of mystery and the macabre, the big Edgar Allan Poe.
After a while I remembered that I had not fed  the beast in two days.


The way of write and life of Edgar has converted him to a fictionalized character, often representing the "mad genius" or "tormented artist".  Oftentimes he exploded his personal struggles to give a fee of realism to his own creations. Is a disturbing thought if we know some of his grim tales. Also some people believes that his dark style, and his special perception is only a transferred inspiration from the afterlife.  This would be an interesting beginning.


Are you part of your stories or they are part of you?
Did you think that some of your tales are possible?
Did you think worth write in these times?