GETTING READY TO GREET A NEW YEAR

Today I woke up late, around 3:30 pm. Not only because I was still recovering from the two overnights that I worked on the passed days, but mainly because of a wonderful vivid dream. It was about a regular day in my life and I felt genuinely happy. The day was bright, in a weird way because the atmosphere was foggy, but there were these rays of light illuminating everything, they spread through the clouds of fug, like tiny drops of light. In my heart a senesce of loving and being loved kept me at peace.

As soon as I got up I felt an urge to go outside for a run, I hadn't done that in a long time and I'm thankful that I did, while running towards the Verrazano bridge I found a park right in front of the water, the sun was hiding right behind the bridge, beams of light striking specific parts of the place; a small leafless tree looking directly into the sun, a bench surrounded by trees and a golden puddle reflecting the light and shapes from the tree branches above, it was such a beautiful sunset. I runed around the park as if I was a child in an exploring mission, picked up a dried branch that had fallen from a tree an walked on top of the crunchy leaves that had fell in the autumn, there was a huge pile of them and with the branch in my hands I stroked my path, feeling like a wild thing from where the wild things are. In my playlist Best Coast, Jose Gonzalez, an Irani rock band from the 60's called Racks Racks Rack and an album from my friend Gustavo Arambilet called Annatta.

Got home after about an hour and made myself a delicious bunch of brussel sprouts baked with spices, butter and a honeycrisp apples wrapped inside a sheet of aluminum foil, I hope that the foil wasn't too unhealthy, should look into that, any ways it was a delicious dinner heres a picture: 

The fall of the Czar

I'm now a loyal admirer of his majesty. Shortly after I explored the bounds of his cosmos, the sweet elixir of his mysteries had me captured into an eternal delusion and I have forever been enslaved by the charms of his eyes .

Le Czar du le Île de la Tortue

The story begins with a vulgar display of his magnificent ego. Confused with the repercussions of a long lost history of wealth, is his sense of humbleness, not a single drop of it remains in his genetic code. Our conversation Turned into a staring contest, I wonder if he's a cynic or an idiot.

El Espejismo

It's been three days over a week. I've realized all of the things that four years ago flew me away from this island. The circus has increased in size, nothing has changed to a positive outcome, most things. Miguel is seating right next to me, one too many drinks to be completely sober he asked me to write about him, M.

Still rolling.

2011.

Somehow I've managed to survive and witness 25 ''new years." Throughout time, each celebration becomes less meaningful. I think this statement is a realistic rather than pessimistic approach on the matter.

As I grow older, and look deeper into the extensions of reality, it becomes more obvious to me that such traditions have no particular meaning to the development of human life, other than collecting a vast array of memories to remind us of happier times, that in most cases are just a temporary theatrical play infused by exaggeration. It is important to be happy when you feel like it not by a collectively imposed illusion.

A new year is merely the sentiment of filling away the past marked by a simple number of reference, and the idea of a fresh beginning.

-k