Infiltrados en la U publica

Ecuacion...

Colombia es un pais violento.
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En Colombia existen guerrillas.
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Las universidades publicas son el reflejo del pais.

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En las Universidades Publicas colombianas existen grupos de izquierda, ya sean comunistas, anarquistas, socialistas, etc.
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En las U publicas se protesta de manera violenta.

He dicho algo nuevo? Creo que no... todo esto existe desde antes que yo naciera. Todo el mundo lo sabe. Es como decir que Colombia es un pais pobre.

Mi caneca

Mi caneca esta llena de paquetes de cosas que como... me he vuelto experto en comprar paquetes de cosas para despues comer y llenar de paquetes la caneca. No seria mejor dejar de hacer tanta basura?

No tengo nada para ti

Esto es lo que tengo para ti: NADA.

No te voy a aportar NADA
No te voy a ayudar en NADA
No te voy a hacer NINGUN favor
No voy a darte NADA

Si aun sigues ahi... te puedo llamar mi amig@.

A mis maestros...

Un año me parecía mucho.... hoy parece poco o nada... El tiempo realmente es corto... lo que importa es lo que se hace en ese anho... a quien se conoce, de quien se aprende, que se aprende, con quien se vive...

En que he cambiado? no se... tu dímelo... tal vez no desperdicio mi tiempo en situaciones y personas que no lo merecen, tal vez me molesta tanto tanto... ver que nada ha cambiado y que todo sigue igual o peor... que en lugar de evolución, me encuentro con tu involución o en el mejor de los casos con un estancamiento en el mismo estado en que estabas... sera que algún día aprenderás? o sera que ya es muy tarde y el que realmente va a aprender soy yo. Simplemente por que nada puedo hacer mas que evitar cometer tus errores. Creo que al final solo puedo decir gracias.... gracias por ensenharme lo que no debo hacer.

La Pared

Me gustaba darle golpes, a veces se desmoronaba, a veces parecía moverse, o por lo menos eso me hizo creer. Creo que alcance a tumbar algunos ladrillos, pero estos volvieron a su lugar. De pronto comencé a golpearla mas duro, creí que de esa forma la rompería mas fácilmente. Pero resulta que esta pared era muy fuerte. Lleva unos anhos construyéndose y otros tantos fortaleciéndose. Me rindo! Cada vez que intento golpearla de nuevo, termino con sangre en la mano... duele!!! y la culpa es solo mía... la pared no debía ser molestada.

The things that are left

I m doing the suitcase which I ll take to my country. Along the last year I have cummulate lots of things that dont fit in there. They ar not bad... I just dont need them... what can I do with them?... If I was in my country I would go out and ask someone to take them... but here is different... people dont need it... there is nobody who need old and secondhand things... all the people have everything... well... it would be worse if the contrary happened, wouldn't it?

Backpacker's life

ME: So... what do you do?
CANADIAN GIRL: As less as possible...
That's how backpackers are defined...

What I call "normal people" struggle so hard to get everything they need. Or at least what they think they need. "Normal people" need a car, a house, money to spend, they need to have children, to bring them up.... and so on. That's why they work and get a house, a mortgage, a loan... something surprising? I think not yet...

Well... what if you did not have to work that much because you can buy everything you need with the less money you earn... what if study became a luxury and nothing required to work... what if all you need were travelling around the world working just to live and without thinking what will happen tomorrow?

Backpacker dont care sleeping in the same room with 14 strangers, they dont need a 5 stars hotel. Neither having a shower next to someone that they havent seen int their life. Not even having no money or accumulate it..because what can they do with money?
buy a a house? where? that would limit their freedom, wouldn't it?
buy a car? where can they put it?
feed their children? better not have them...

well..that happens

En que desperdiciar tu juventud...

Tienes varias opciones... Puedes entregasela a una empresa pequenha en la que te exploten sin piedad mientras ella crece a tus expensas y se hace mediana. Puedes tener una ascendente carrera en una multinacional. Puedes estudiar y estudiar... y estudiar mas hasta que estes cansado de estudiar y entonces te dedicas a ser profesor. Puedes establecerte con tu pareja, tener hijos, comprar una casa y un carro. Puedes entregarte a las drogas, el sexo y todos estos placeres mundanos mientras mantienes tu un trabajo, estudio y una relacion. Puedes irte al Reino Unido a limpiar oficinas o manejar bicitaxis en Londres y ganar mucho dinero. Lo unico es que no puedes tener todo al tiempo.

Carrera, estudio, amor, placer, dinero... es lo que todos queremos, no?

Boredom... how much can you stand?

Wake up... have some breakfast, take the same bus, see the same boring people that seem not to have soul or anything inside... clock in.... same people... same clothes... same script.... "Next please.. would u like to keep the hangers"... I think I've said it 400 times so now, I don't have to think to say it.. some people come with a smile or with a story to tell... and 4 me .... is impossible not to talk to them... it takes me out of the "Boredom"... "£ 10.50 please!"... Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!.... as many times as u can.... because is England... and everything is finished.... NEXT PLEASE!!! Some people can see it from the outside and they tend to make the life in this place fun... and ... they do... THANKS.... anyway... not all the people are lke them..some ... r just another piece of the big machine... maybe without a brain or a soul.. .maybe they are a new kind of boredom-proof humans or maybe they are that boring to realise it... is time to go to the other slave-workplace....

The first thing I see... some people talking in an understandable language... I am not interested in talking to them so let's go straight to work... fortunately, the people that share my tasks are more sensible and interesting... let's have a chat hehehe..... take the phone.... say the same as always... stick the "sticker"... sweep the floor... take out the trays... change the bin... not interesting at all but is the common law here.... i ll finish this "stage" in a couple of months... i think I have learnt a few things...

Old Friends

Today...I saw my friend... he is the same person that he was last time I saw him... I just remember... now I know why he is not my friend anymore... I have changed whereas he is stuck... stuck in the same words, in the same thoughts, in the same... everything... some people change, some people do not. Maybe... he deserves to be there... stuck.