If animals talked...

...we would probably fall silent.

What has led humankind believe that we are the only ones that think and interpret reality? Is it pure arrogance, or our incapability of learning the language of other beings?

A week ago a dear uncle of mine sent me the following link, which I invite you all to watch: http://www.chilloutzone.de/files/08033101.html
It is simply I-N-C-R-E-D-I-B-L-E!!!

Seeing how amazing animals can be, makes me think, once again, about how little we are and how little we understand beyond our own concerns. Elephants, these magnificent creatures who have well defined social structures, memory, a language of their own and loyalty towards each other are far more amazing than we want to think. Watch the video, and smile in awe.

Full of grace...

That is how I feel tonight, after having one hell of an intense exchange with one of my dearest, dearest friends. Half of the world lies between us, and we were chatting through skype, while he was flying over the continent and I was sitting in my bed, in the Southern Cone. We were not even speaking... Only typing. It felt surreal, something of a mix between a dream, imagination and a mental connection.

I find the intimacy of sheer honesty irresistible. The possibility of stripping down to the soul, stop pretending and being vulnerable in front of someone else, might appear daunting. In reality, it is empowering. Once you stop pretending, and you stop trying to play the game and control everything around you, you can actually focus on feeling and understanding your own fears and, thus, on controlling your own fears.

How many people do we find along our lives that can lead us to such a point? How many times will we be willing to take the leap? How many times will we actually land on our feet, finding ourselves to be stronger, more complete, whole?

Is this the ultimate essence of friendship and love?

Thank you. For opening your heart and jumping with me. For looking into the darkness and not turning away. For being part of me.

Back to yellow!!!

OK, my friends... I got the message!

Only my favorite philosopher raised the issue of my dark entries one day on the phone.

I know that yellow is so much better than darkness. Believe me. But it is not always possible, and this is the one outlet I have, when I am alone, far away, to reach out to you and make sure that someone, somewhere, knows how I feel. When darkness approaches, I still feel able to make a post and wear my inside out, through the least discrete of all options.

But I am far from there now.

Today, I feel yellow. The city is beautiful. It is starting to get coldish, which always makes the sky in Mexico City blue and transparent. From my window, I can see the treetops, the church of Coyoacan and the mountains behind. I will have ice cream, good food, hang out with friends and my three loved creatures. I will have a drink. I will play. I will read. I will enjoy.

And turn into the sun, like a big, yellow sunflower...