Friday, August 21, 2009

19 de Agosto and my mom has said...

The 19th agosto was my anniversary, what? are you married natta?
no please! at all, is my anniversary of 4 years living in U.S.A., by my self.
Last time my mother ask me when i was going to have at least a boyfriend, that it was a good time to get married.
I said to her that .... but I grrr...
whatever... my mom said that i should make a list with the qualities and aspects that i want to find in my future "man" (one: to be smart, two: to be funny, tres: to be etc...) and pray to God to find me that man! she said, con una chimistretas!!

While reading a great book, i found a letter that Gandhi's wife, Kasturbai, did as a homage to him.
(this is the kind of letter i want to write to my future... )

She paid Gandhi the following tribute:

I thank you for having had the privilege of been your lifelong companion and helpmate. I thank you for the most perfect marriage in the world, based on brahmacharya (self-control) and not on sex.
I thank you for having considered me your equal in your life work for India. I thank you for not being one of those husbands who spend their time in gambling, racing, women, wine, and song, tiring of their wives and children as the little boy quickly tires of this childhood toys. How thankful I am that you were not one of those husbands who devote their time to growing rich on the exploitation of the labor of others.
How thankful I am that you put God and country before bribes, that you had the courage of your convictions and a complete and implicit faith in God. How thankful I am for a husband who put God and his country before me.
I am grateful to you for your tolerance of me and my shortcomings of youth, when I grumbled and rebelled against the change you made in our mode of living, from so much to so little.
As the years and you became India's most beloved leader, I had none of the fears that beset the wife who may be cast aside when her husband has climbed the ladder of success, as so often happens in other countries. I knew that death would still find us husband and wife.

in spanish:

Kasturbai le rindió a su esposo Gandhi el siguiente tributo:

Te agradezco el haber tenido el privilegio de ser tu compañera en la vida.
Te doy las gracias por el más perfecto matrimonio en el mundo, basado en Brahmacharya (autocontrol) y no en el sexo, Te agradesco por haberme considerado tu igual en tu labor en favor de la India. Te doy las gracias por no haber sido uno de esos miles de esposos que emplean la mayor parte de su tiempo jugando, en las carreras de caballos, con mujeres, vino y canciones o en las nimiedades de la vida, cansándose de sus esposas e hijos como el niño se cansa pronto de sus juguetes. !Cuán agradecida estoy de que no hayas sido uno de esos esposos que consagran su tiempo a hacerse ricos con la explotación del trabajo de otros!

!Qué agradecida estoy de que hayas antepuesto a Dios y al País frente al soborno, de que tuvieras el valor de tus convicciones y una fe completa e implícita en Dios!
!Qué agradecida estoy de un esposo que ha puesto a Dios y a su país antes que a mí!
Te estoy agradecida por tu tolerancia conmigo ante mis faltas de juventud, cuando refunfuñaba y me rebelaba contra el cambio que habías hecho en nuestro modo de vivir, de tanto a tan poco.
A medida que pasaron los años y te convertiste en el líder más amado de la India, yo no tuve ninguno de los temores que acosan a la esposa puesta a un lado cuando su maridoha subido a las laderas del éxito, como a menudo ocurre en otros países.
Yo sabía que la muerte nos encontraría como esposo y esposa.


Unique eh?

I also need to keep cultivating my self i order in can achieve a higher state of mind and attract that kind of partner.

n

Monday, August 17, 2009

A trilogy of mails, 22 gun shots, chaos, coals, peace & poder sutil

before you watch this video, you need to get to know the spirit behind what happen...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5FcD92Ga5U

We were arriving at home when we start listening to... firecrackers?
BANG DANG DANG DANG!!,
no NOOOOOOOOO!!
they were gun shots!!!
-you better close that door natta because someone has been shot!, Atya told me.
In 5min police flooded the block, stopping traffic and walki talkie too ti tooo
ambulance , fire department, radio, t.v. and more too ti tooo.
A 20 year old kid survive 22 gun shots from a rifle spread among his car and body.
I kind of went to checked what was going on...
* Believe me i live in a nice neighborhood on Oakland,
however things are pretty tough:
My Asian neighbors hate me, i can find them in the street face to face and still they ignore me, every time i do little bit of noise they call my Chinese landlord (Mr. Jacky Chan) and complain instead of talking to me. I brought them a Christmas card and they never said thank you.
* My front door neighbor, i did a flan for Christmas and they never said ANYTHING.
* The neighbors on the other side of the fence happen to be three young girls same age as my roommates and I, Atya, and Mayra, and they never invite us to their crazy funny parties full of friends same age of us. We can not sleep neither attend their party, but we are force to listen.
* Our Arab neighbors have a liquor store at the corner open almost 24 HOURS a day, 24 HourS a day, 24 Hourssss a day, 24 H-O-U-R-S a day... so as you can imagine it attracts all kind of scullions, rampallians, fustilarians, and an infinite of endless poisonous liars and crackheadssss. Wouu eh!?
* Did i forget to mention about the good manners of my local street pharmacist? They can spit very far away, Olympic!
I endure all this because i always had a plan, and God Sake! i have been so nice, and i smile and smile... I knew the moment i dance for my neighbors we will be united in a way that we would never ignore each others presences again, i had this dream i really had this dream, wondering, illusion, hope, wish whatever you want to call it.
One day a friend from Panama needed money to go back to her country after 6 months of struggling and bad luck... so Mayra, Atya and I, decided to make a party to raise funds and put her on a plane.We invited all our friends, and once more, i knocked on the door of my lovely neighbors, and invited them to our Panama ticket airplane party!!!
Buddhas, Jesus, Allah, And Santo Pascual Bailon were by my side, cuz ALL my funky, crazy, angry, strange, weird neighbors arrived to watch our performance, hosted in the back yard of the neighbors, "on the other side of the fence".
After we danced:
Next day I found Leap, my Asian neighbor, honking her horn and yelling at me in the middle of the street
-- Hi!! Nattta!!
... and now every time i see her she wants me to carry her new born baby girl in my arms.
Sabrina, my african-american front door neighbor LOVE US! and Destiny her 11 year old girl comes to my home to hang out just like if it is her own home and Sabrina's sun, Diante, helps us with everything we ask him
The three ladies across the fence have become mutual friends
:)
... every time we go buy sugar or toilet paper from the Arab liquors store they always give us chocolates for free. [unfortunately because there were kids involve we didn't invite the local street pharmacy to the party, maybe next time when i start growing my mustache]
THis video is NOT about DANCE,
it's about what i want to transmit trough Dance
its about planting a seed of UNITY among Chaos, Disfunction, Insecurity and Intolerance.
I am so happy to be around a team of best-friends like Mayra, Atya and the rest of the coals dance troupe that share the same vision like me.
Can you imagine how it feels to watch the the secret life
(the unknow tricks) of the hippie ladies next door?
disfruta!
Viva the good neighborhood!!!!!!!!! Brotherhood!!! do-gooders!!! and to ti toooooooooooo!!!

Oh! yes the Show:
Come to watch us dance (no guns shots) and enjoy some of my last paintings.
"Poder Sutil"
Saturday august 22nd 5pm
The Latina Center
3919 Roosevelt Ave.
Richmond, Ca 94805
(510) 233-8595
[Dancing for the unwanted, the last ones, pa' inspirar a nuestras hermanas del sur ]

ToDo mi aMor
su natta de Corazon
:)

Video made by Crazy Noah Fox cellphone
music by Lulacruza.com (Nina Tusuna)
http://lulacruza.bandcamp.com/track/nina-tusuna-lulacruza-munsee-mix