Ahora creo en las caricaturas

Últimamente no he tenido mucho tiempo de pensar, de escribir y en sí de dedicarle tiempo a este sitio dueño de la vanalidad de mi cerebro; pero bueno en los minutos de sagrada lectura -pff ya les digo que próximamente comentaré tres libros buenísmos: La Prisión Blanca, Crossing Over y El Alegato de un Loco... anyways como les decía, en los minutos de lectura encontré un poco del razonamiento de Ra, veamos:

"Mi personaje favorito del mundo de la televisión siempre ha sido el Coyote, llegué a llorar de risa con él y siempre esperaba ese capítulo final en que por fin cazaba al Correcaminos de una forma muy ingeniosa y se lo metía entre pecho y espalda ¡salud!. Acabo de leer "El Viaje a la Felicidad" y creo atisbar cierta lógica en la vida aparentemente desgraciada de mi héroe. El libro concluye con una fórmula "matemática" de la felicidad donde no hace otra cosa que poner en el numerador todo aquello que cree que favorece la felicidad y en el denominador lo que te aleja de ella. Resumiendo, la felicidad es:

F= E(M+B+P) / (R+C)

Siendo E:emoción, M:la atención al detalle, B:disfrute de búsqueda, P:relaciones personales, R:factores reductores y C:carga heredada. Si aplicamos esta fórmula al Coyote, observamos que la búsqueda de nuevos inventos, el objetivo de caza, la atención al detalle y sobre todo la emoción que tiene en cada nueva aventura son valores elevados. Por tanto, creo llegar a la conclusión de que el Coyote no pilla al Correcaminos porque es feliz tratando de alcanzarle."

Pues bien, debo admitir que el pensamiento de mi queridísimo Ra me hizo reflexionar sobre las fórmulas de felicidad, si es como me dijo Deivi: -tú eres del tipo correcaminos... o si es que llevo un coyote dentro; si mi felicidad es de caricatura y si es que finalmente no la pillo porque soy feliz tratando de alcazarla.

Hay veces que pareciera que conforme pasa el tiempo las emociones, la atención al detalle y el disfrute de la búsqueda se vuelven tan tricky al punto de no poder estar seguro de tener una respuesta certera. No se que piensen ustedes, porque buscar la felicidad a través de la diversión -de lo que nos hace felices- suena lógico, pero con los años uno se vuelve mas cuidadoso (o miedoso... llámenle como quiera), pa' no volver a moretearse las piernas, a despertarse con la frente raspada o a romperse el corazón...

¿cuándo la felicidad dejó de ser divertida y se volvió tan complicada?

With the Czech on the phone III

Hi my sweetest angel!

I feel like for writing right now and you know what? If moral relativism is true, then we should not ask whether an act is good or bad in the abstract, but only whether it is good or bad in a particular situation: were you really that bad? To be honest I believe you are far more than just good or bad, quite complex I would say, but delightful at the end.

C'mmon, I know you enough and this is why I'm going to state these last words: Morality doesn't mean imposing someone's values on others; guess it means sharing experiences, giving reasons for believing -and then, trusting others to think for themselves about what we have done. To determine for yourself which position to hold where morality is concerned, you must first determine what you believe in and then the rest is done.

In one of our walks in Czekhov Republik, wait... now I must write something very crazy - I felt in love... again, I can't help myself I know, but that's another issue of our future communication. By the way, my love is not moral (how could it be?), not relative, not good & not bad at all, I don't expect you to understand it -I don't even do it, so please don't hate me; however, I hope you miss me because I miss you very very much -yesterday I watched our pics in Vienna and I was thinking about you, maybe you felt it!

So far, stop being concerned about morality because sweety, if god would have wanted you different, he would have created you different. Get a thousand kisses, write soon.

Your Czekhov

With the Czech on the phone II

Dear JJ,

Tis' my brain's spill over...

Someone's definition of what constitutes incorrect is in direct proportion to how much they themselves want to perform incorrect -that's, I think, moral relativism. Do you think that maybe our mistakes and not our successes are what make our fate? Cuz without them, what would shape our lives? Of course I do agree a life without examination is not worthy to live but I’m afraid that examination eventually controls my life and that is why I rather to think that if we had never step on the wrong side of the way, we wouldn't be laughing now, nor we would have found someone to fall in love with after a broken heart. Anyways my dearest friend, you are right: time will pass.

In addition, let me admit I couldn't agree more with you, the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one we have with ourselves; and if we can find someone that excites, challenges and cares about the one we do, well... that's just great.

I know I shouldn't have to sacrifice who I am because somebody else has a problem with it; but dear Jan, this time the one with the problem it's me -it's my moral relativism.

With the Czech on the phone

En mi esperanza de encontrarlo sobrio, limpio de cualquier estímulo y disponible para mí, cogí el teléfono y hoy en la mañana llamé a JJ, ese alguien que todos tenemos cuando necesitamos una plática revitalizadora... aquí nuestra charla:

-Dobrý den Jan, Jak se máte?
-Hey kid, have I told you're like a dream and reality, though often I wish it to change very very much?
- Echt?? hehe, no hard feelings but I wanna talk to you about an issue.
-Everything is going quite well, thanks for asking. I just have some problems, to study a little bit and to deal with all this X-mas stress that is killing me, you know?
- Ach so!! well this is long distance lil boy, we are not together in your town so I need you to enlight me with some words.
-I'm not sure about it, tell me details please, your Czekhov is curious! All these relationship issues are one of the greatest topics for me -and you know it very well. Please just describe how is it right now.
-What makes you think it is about a relationship?
-Why would you spend your money by calling me? or even better why would you be awake at this time? Tell me is he cute, is he great, is he something like me? I'm just kidding... I think you deserve a good man with a fine sense of humour and a big... heart. I want you to be happy that's why I must think about the accurate words you gotta hear this time... oh I know!
-You know?
-A poem!! I can write you a poem right know!
-Nerozumím, a poem? but I haven't told you yet... is my answer in a poem?
-How often someone writes you a poem? Be more considered about others...ok here I go:

In the spring, you certainly have to sing
you have to sing, a few songs written by Sting
In summer, you have to marry a drummer
you have to marry a drummer and people are spreading rumour
In autumm, you have have to build a totem
under this nice great totem, you're gonna sleep whole autumm
In the winter you can kick Harold Pinter
The Pinter, who won "Nobel" this winter

-Well thank you...
-You're welcome, it's really unbelievable the fact you're on the other half of the world, lost in the jungle of Mexico City and I'm freezing in my small town, here in Czekhovstan... Time will pass, in life people come and people go, keep the better ones in your future. Please let me know what your brain's spill over has decided upon your issue, and the issue itself for sure; so that I can chose a proper outfit for the next days, will you?
-I will.
-Well, take care girl. Remember I'm still looking at you!
-Na schledanou
-Na schledanou

**dékuji vám mnohokrát JJ Czekhov **