quisiera volar
02.04.03
quiciera volar, escapar, ser libre. pero el mundo me llama, hay muchas cosas por hacer. no me puedo quedar con los brazos cruzados. se podra volar al mismo tiempo que quedarse connectado?
it's been a long time since i wrote in my journal. i haven't been able for several reasons, mainly because i did not had time. i have a 9-6 job, and an hour commute. i feel i lose two hours of my life everyday. just driving. sometimes i listen to the radio, it helps.
so it looks like we are going to war. sobush won't have it any other way. i recently did a workshop at my job about the war. i was a bit nervous, since i was comming strong on why the f. united states gov. are willing to kill innocent people. oil and weapons, which translate into economic domination, which pretty much means world domination. not an old style empire, more like an "indirect rule" empire. the imf and world bank will continue forcing the third world do the shit they want.
but people resist. like the foco guy said, "where there's power, there's resistance." i believe this. i like to think that is because humans have a naturaldesire to be free. free will. beautiful freedom. also, when things get really bad, people have nothing to lose by rebeling. "i will rather die on my feet, than live a lifetime on my knees." zapata vive.
well, back to my personal life. i feel terrible. i been having problems with ale. i won't go into details out of respect for her, but let just say that we are two very different people.
that's true, you guys don't know that i'm apart from ale and quetzalli. my beautiful family. ale is in salinas right now, with her parents. we couldn't find day care, so she left cuz her mom offer to help with quetzalli. is so hard being away from them, quetzalli is almost walking by herself already. she gives a few steps, and can pretty much walk if you hold one of her hands. i missed her first few steps. que gacho. i felt so bad cuz i couldn't be there. i'm afraid that one day i'll show up and quetzalli won't recognize me. i go once a week, but is not enough.
i'm moving out of my pad. is a pain packing up and throwing stuff you kind of like to have around "just in case" but you never do need it. i already threw away an old beat up couch i had since my first year of college. also, i threw a bunch of papers and gave away some of the books i won't need.
well, i can wish the revolution as much as i want, but unless we don't help create the conditions, it won't happen. as a poet, i have the responsibilities of creating the conditions by showing people that other ways of being/interacting with the world are possible. "otro modo de ser. otro modo de ser humano y libre." rosario castellanos.
coming up in poetaxingon.net, poetry for the people. a new space where i would talk about this great organization i've been part of for a long while. i will feature some tight poetry from around the world, including some arab, xicano, latino african american poetry. so tune in.
much love.
peace in iraq
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