Nobody escapes the “Social Mirror”. Is that ruthless glass in which we see and see, we judge and condemn us for approval or contempt. Los grupos sociales reject who does not meet the standards, fashions and customs to use. The label “weirdo” who was not home, who is not hetero, al que se empareja con alguien de diferente age or colored, the nude, al que liga mucho, that little league, to the plaid shirt and breaking any rule.
El “Social Mirror” is cruel, many already know. And that gets, by the fear of his wrath, we are all more alike, more interchangeable standard. Al menos en appearance. Always eager for new news and marujeos with which feed, con los que todos puedan sentirse miembros de un grupo dueño de la razón que ataca al different. So we make our armor, we take refuge in the most intimate, hide some things and dress as pleases.
But the curious “Social Mirror” is that form silhouettes clonic and boring, distant to the admiration of anyone. That admiration, paradoxes of life, solo la recibe quien es able to completely ignore the rules that does not share, who is able to be himself regardless of "what people say”. He who does what he thinks, sea buscar las indias por el West, champion the gay caravan, mess with all the girls in town or affirm that the sun revolves around the earth.
Tell me Alba, how you got your vegetarian. At 16 and in a country in which nobody is. Swimming Against the Tide. Since, y ya van 11 years has not tested animals.
A life that vegetarian girl gave no nothing. At 17 his father, who by then had nothing good, and invited him to leave home. And she waited until age 18 to take the word.
So it was with her suitcase and very little money. It was his decision.
After a brief time in the homes of friends left his hometown and decided Lleida fend elsewhere. Saragossa. And there was, with great enthusiasm and no aid.
Los primeros should times get tough, lived Justito, fuera currando de camarera, selling bracelets, poniendo henna en mercaditos o lo que saliera. Me contó que en ocasiones, trabajando de camarera comía a escondidas de las sobras (vegetarianas) de los platos que recogía.
In a world of shared flats, litronas dope and would have been very easy to give up his studies in nutrition. But decided against it and managed to follow. And as he made a hole as a masseuse.
What makes a girl go alone to decide ventipocos India when no one else is around? Dawn, rather it was to be helped, was twice, wanted to help needy children and raised money from his friends. There was intensely best and worst. She became very sick, was kidnapped, spent his miseries, but also made great friends, unthinkable met and learned what not to write. He returned to the game a little soul, mothers of many children would not cure, they just wanted to bring good alms. And that brought the money back, still saved with all honesty, for another time better.
Do you look for that girl deciding to go alone to Morocco deeper? I only know what I found. Many adventures, good friends and a gift. The dance. Belly dancing is not hiding secrets from her. Soon had another appeal and passion. You could work as a dancer and as a teacher.
Naturist convinced avoids all chemical and considers his body as natural. True to his thinking no doubt take a job in a cabaret, as a dancer and nude.
In an environment in which all colleagues are scrambling to take more actions to make more money, Alba continues to be clear that work to live. Just work than necessary and their schedules constantly gives to others.
So she lives, pulling just what you need with your belly dance classes, some action, algún masaje… and putting henna and selling bracelets on markets.
And enjoy your free time, each time. If llueve be great if raining. There is no occasion that does not have something worthwhile. There are thousands of people that get a drink. Any occasion is funny. And if necessary a lover, it is. Unprejudiced. And if there is crazy, go ahead! Only if he lives una vez. You just have to trust the instinct. And heart.
Alba is very transparent, and it becomes very easy to know. No obstante con una duda me quedo. It also has a dark, as in the subconscious. Something that chases and full of melancholy. What will? Quite a character, I was delighted to meet. I do not even know how to sit in a chair like god. Only your way. And in so doing the Camino de Santiago when I met him: in chaclas. Quizás algún día viajemos por países lejanos a su manera, in a van. What is clear is that it will very true to herself. And with good grip rudder in your hands.
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8 January, 2012 at 13:13 (UTC 1) Link to this comment
Primera sorpresa (agradable): ¡vuelve a estar activo mi blog favorito! Ojalá podamos leer un montón de historias de las tuyas.
Segunda sorpresa (muy agradable): me parece muy buena idea explayarte más con la vida de esos personajes de los que solo llegamos a saber algo por la “tradición oral”.
Tercera sorpresa (la más sorprendente de todas): ¿dónde has aprendido a escribir así (de bien)?
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