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Alejarse está bien...

El sentimiento de soledad es innato, va con uno por una naturaleza humana, de refugio dentro del ruido de lo colectivo. Pero ciertamente, la compañía de otros a veces se torna inútil en nuestra vida, sin despreciar a nadie, a veces simplemente no potencian las cosas en las que debemos estar trabajando dentro de nosotros... a veces, no potenciamos las suyas, a veces, entre nosotros podemos también estorbarnos, es válido. Hay que evaluar mejor a la gente que tratamos y de la que nos rodeamos. Tal cual, evaluación; yo hablo de sobrevivir, de crecer con ferocidad, que te pienses como empresa, que definas tu branding... ¿Que tipo de persona quieres que te compre?, tú eres un monólogo más en el mundo, ¿Cuál quieres que sea tu audiencia?; no es lo mismo ser un KitKat que un Ferrero Roche, atiendes a otra gente.
Siéntete bien solo, aunque a veces pese, y te des cuenta mandándole una nota de voz a alguien por dos minutos. Quien no aporte nada bueno a tu vida, adiós, y quién aporte algo (siempre…

Venezuela: Asamblea constituyente.

¿Desde cuando es éste el principio del fin, Capriles? ¿Desde cuando sabes como es el régimen, Maria Corina?. El 6 de Diciembre del año 2015, Venezuela tuvo la oportunidad de cambiar el rumbo, pero la egolatría y excesivo narcisismo de los dirigentes opositores, le dejó al gobierno venezolano en bandeja de plata toda facilidad de riendas a la gobernabilidad. El 14 de Enero del 2016 escribí, a propósito de las déspotas acciones de Henry Ramos Allup en el parlamento; "Está tan en usted, que ni siquiera mide sus consecuencias políticas; en el lenguaje de lo simbólico, de lo que la política se alimenta, usted acaba de pintarse de colonizador europeo, y ha mandado descolgar el cuadro de los dioses del sol y del rayo. ¿Cree usted señor Allup, que ahora su partido pueda ir a una elección?… al descolgar a Chávez se descolgó usted". Yo tengo la convicción, de que ésta batalla la perdieron aquel día, aquel día en que se abstuvo el Chavismo y votó la oposición.
La constituyente es, la ol…

The bug of consciousness.

A little bug flew to my bed sheets. It landed near my eye sight. I turned the phone light on, its eyes were shining like cat in the night. I observed its nature for a while... got my hand close to its head and used my finger as projectile. The bug, which was just probably waiting to hunt something in the night, has died of contusion. It twist on the floor for few seconds and then, doesn't move ever again. Suddenly I weep... asking myself, why did I kill it? Why? It wasn't flying around, it didn't disturbed me, it wasn't ugly nor huge. It was just a little bug.

Sometimes I just don't tolerate the fact that nothing lasts forever... that our life has no purpose. That many don't get to understand when I speak from honesty, without darker intentions, and attack me and point me as a fiend. That one night stand don't get me to a love story. That even having privileges, I always lack what I want. Sometimes I really think about what we say to ourselves about suicide…

On why I don't stop consuming meat.

When I was a kid, me and my family went on holidays to the beach, we sat at a restaurant which displayed how did they kill the lobsters... their scream being killed never left my mind. I don't consume sea food, that experience shocked me forever. I don't think sea life belongs to us, by nature, we aren't sea creatures... so I don't see how we have the right. Now, to my double moral, it seems to me normal the killing of animals in the same ground of us... it makes me question myself, it always does. Where does my moral, my judgment, stands?, why is it one thing right and not the other. Perhaps I need to see a pig, a chicken, a cow, being killed that way live, in front of me, for my brain to never forget it the way the lobster didn't... I can't conceive my sandwich without ham, a lunch without red meat, I simply can't... anything outside that does not evokes hunger on me. The benefits are undeniable; nutrients, vitamins... iron, zinc, red blood cells' aux…

How life should be.

I had to leave my country six years ago to motivate myself. Which I did, in the most unexpected way. 
All my life I wanted to be motivated by others. I went to psychoanalysis for a while… I was looking for motivation there too, and all I had to do was to seek motivation within my own self. With my own way of being. My own thinking. My decisions. 
Six years ago, leaving my country was surely the first time I got an opportunity to motivate myself. I didn’t knew it then, but the living in another country, and having to learn a new language (not ‘adapting myself to a new culture’, because cultures are completely independent to oneself) would become the first thing in my life I felt genuinely proud of doing. Proud of such a jump.
With that doubtful, yet accurate encouragement, I planted a seed of freedom, and later I started doing things in my life that were entirely my decisions, my plants… not minding consequences but experience. I re thought my judgment, literally, and I went to discover my…

On how I did earn the English language...

1. Connect with yourself, find a mobile.

I had to learn English because I moved to study degree in a different country, which din't speak Spanish at all. I arrived to Malaysia knowing in English only how to introduce myself, and when I saw the path ahead, I panicked and I thought "I will never learn"

I started the English course from level 4 after passing the introductory exam... I did not know how did I actually ended up in a 4th level, but well, there I was, frequently lost in class. I never thought on learning English because I never saw the need on speaking other language, but when you can't speak, you can't be yourself, and I was craving to. In the class I always wanted to participate, but I was too shy, and whenever there was a group of classmates talking I wanted to be there, make jokes, what a normal David will do.

I couldn't easily find myself within this -by then- weird language, but in Spanish I was always outspoken, I loved talking and making jokes…

An idea of climate change.

Why is it the media so alarmed because Donald Trump does not care about climate change? Since when are they so comitted to this subject anyways? I have an idea of climate change; I love aviation... but, you know what truly kills our atmosphere beyond our companies on the ground? The engines on the aircrafts. Since 1999, CO2 emissions from international aviation have increased 83 per cent. This accounts for 4 to 9 % of the total climate change impact of human activity. This won't change, because it sustain a chain of unstoppable monsters.
I'll give an example to get worry about; In this moment of apogee for saving the planet, in this times in which the magnifying glass is being used everywhere to spot where the environment it's threatened, Airbus and Boeing -leaders in the aviation industry-, have only concentrated on developing aircrafts that reduce fuel consumptions for the airlines. Paradoxically, although airlines want to pay less for fuel, a part of the industry survives …