From A Wanderluster To The Other Lost Souls

We had agree to go out for dinner after I insisted I wanted to do so. As usual, we walked down the Lastarria street looking for something that would catch our eyes, but nothing really seemed to be of our taste. We were walking back down the street and this girl told us to come into this indie sketchy cinema as they were showing the last function of some film. You seemed interested and you wanted to come in. Even though I was really hungry and wanted to satisfy my hunger, I didn't argue and went along with it. We walked in and the film was halfway through, it didn't matter to you and it sure didn't mind to me. The film was one of those weird stories without a clear plot, you seemed interested so I pretended I was interested in it too. As you watched the movie I glanced at your hand laying on your knee. I desperately wanted to grab your hand, lock our fingers and lay my head on your shoulder, but I knew very well that would upset you. So I kept my head up and tried to focus ...

It is a fact that the human body's fastest self-healing organ is the liver, humans all over the planet live with one kidney or just one lung, and it is possible to live with only one side of your brain, but there is however one organ that cannot be replaced and rarely heals itself: the heart. Heart is what we call the organ bumping blood through our veins and it is at the same time how we call that imaginary space where all our emotions are centered. Either of them can heal itself as fast as a liver or keep us living with one half, we only have one shot with our hearts. When a heart finds love, it starts glowing, it beats faster and stronger and it able to survive the coldest winters, until it's broken.  When it truly breaks, your whole body starts shutting down, seconds feel colder, even breathing gets harder. There are times when the pain becomes unbearable and what you once thought unthinkable becomes a solution. I used to think of suicide as the easy way out, now I thi...

Lately, things have gotten me thinking about my dysfunctional family. It all started when last Saturday I met for the first time my 1.5 year nephew. No, it's not because I'm the worst uncle ever. It's simply because my family goes beyond dysfunctionality. Let me give the short version of how we became so dysfunctional. It all started with my father and his outta control libido. He got pregnat a country girl on vacations while he had a girlfriend in the city, after knocking her up, he came back running away from the imminent baby and refused to marry his baby's mother. Then, he married his girlfriend, I'm not completely sure if he also knocked her up after or before marrying her, but the point is that he became father of his second child before he was 20. When after a while, things got bad they got a divorce and my father started dating my mom. After a while, and before marrying my mom, he knocked the country woman again and, wait for it, his apology pretty much w...