My 2018: Welcoming the new year -🍟Christmas potato and new year 2019 (2/2) 🎄🎆🎇
Note 1: It is a story with the mixture of the customs that usually exist in my country during the holidays and new year, together with the experiences that marked my gray hairs during my long 23 years of age, I extend myself simply because I feel the need to overcome my limits, since two writing contests came out, my hands make me like this "eqgeqkpgqekpgq", with the thirst and hunger to write, besides that I show more fluency, I love to write, ow! Practice makes the teacher and from this university I aspire to be the director, sit comfortable, there is no rush, relax and flow in my sea of letters afloat. Don't drown in my relief.
Note 2: Don't consider my post as a melancholy at the end, the truth hurts, I know, I learned it since I was born with one arm shorter than the other, I don't complain, I like to be like that. Relax and read to the end, I assure you that happiness is not based on external abundance, because it is useless if the inside is empty, no matter how empty my dishes were filled, I am with my family who have to satisfy the hunger of my heart, happiness is an attitude you choose to life. If I complain a little, I am dramatic and humorous, normal, before I had no awareness of material value, nor of personal value, the essence of self-love.
The inoffensive pyrotechnic games like the little stars fascinate me, they are light, magical, fantastic, causing your hand to slide like a dancer with pieces of cloth in its extremities, they make me be 12 years old again, to light them and make them shine with their temporary spark, then light another one, and another one, is an addictive cycle.
The little onions "cebollitas" that are tiny explosives also harmless, a very minimal amount of gunpowder, that explode when they hit the ground, you throw it with forces with the idea that a shocking contact happens, I am a child with these things, when they are of the noisy explosives, that resound in my head like under of disco in front of my ears. Let's move on to my favorites, fireworks, rockets to the sky, are tubes that shake and expel projectiles, they are like a mini hand cannon, after lighting the fuse, you shake, pointing towards the sky, unless you are crazy and if you shoot under the ground I hope you are alone and do not hurt anyone with your antisocial behavior.
My sin is gluttony, I am condemned, ask anyone who knows me, how much I like to eat, you will surely wrinkle your face, because my exaggerated way of eating is irrefutable, I do not respect limits, I want more and more. Perhaps it is because of the way I was educated from my childhood, I ate at my grandmother's house, at my other grandmother's house, at my aunts' house, uncles' house, friends, acquaintances, social events, at school, in my imagination, in my dreams, in my mind I ate while at the same time eating in reality. I am a case, there were so many panettones, turrones, hallacas, bollos, pernil, chicken salad, pork. It is a torture to write this when I only ate one and a half hallacas in December, of the rest I ate air, tasty air, mmm do you want air? I am fat of pure air with smoke from the pollution that the cars emit.
I ran from house to house to congratulate my friends, I hugged them, I remember a very hateful one who moved to Argentina with his girlfriend, he was one of my favorites, he is cold, he is of Italian blood, even so, I recognized his feeling of joy when I gave him my total attention, no matter how tedious he expressed himself, that heart of stone, it is one of the most beautiful stones, a rough diamond, sometimes he discriminated against me for being so attentive, or the others told me so, it seemed rough in my affection, I never considered it that way. Well... Irony my present personality is almost complete to its way of being, anti parabolic, bohemian, calm in my cave, isolated from the outside world, I repeat to them that I went against the tide to celebrate Christmas, I was interested in following my daily activities, as a job, training my work ethic, work and work, while others enjoy their free time, my time is dedicated to freeing my financial freedom, worth the redundancy, leading my monetary pockets.
Those times are coming back, you know why? Because I was born for success, I am going to triumph because having lost so much, there is no greater rejoicing and satisfaction than winning what you lost for not knowing the true value, not the zeros of a figure, because without knowledge is a zero to the left, with feeling is a million dollars well resolved. I will make my next Christmas as God commands, perhaps trip to where my friends arrived.
11:11 a.m. Make a wish! I wish to regain the magic of my Christmas, and also to be humbly a millionaire.
Perfect, we've come into confidence with my reading, you know me. Without hallacas that is like having sexual relations without a condom, without a hat there is no party, without hallaca there is no party. I swear to you brother, God must have his own hallacas restaurant, with a professional kitchen with Venezuelans specialized in this typical dish. You eat a hallaca, that cures the spite, the unhappiness, sadness, hardships, pains, discomfort, fever, flu, problems of couples, personal, low self-esteem, anxiety, vices, loneliness. In fact, it is so incredible the power of the hallacas, that just thinking about them and I take away the discomfort of my lack of Christmas food, works friend, effectively, I am calm and serene feeling in my tongue to slide that juicy dish.
Note: Do not microwave, bring to a boil in a saucepan if you wish to reheat.
Note 2: Don't put mayonnaise on your hallacas, don't disrespect them with so much brazenness please, you ruin the majesty.
Note 3: Venezuelan Christmas hallaca proclaimed as the eighth wonder.
What I never knew was which one is tastier, the one prepared by my paternal grandmother or maternal grandmother, if I discovered it one day I wouldn't tell them either, although I doubt that they read this, but maybe it affects the sensitivity of both families. I declare a tie, each one had its special touch in the kitchen, every kitchen with love is a blessing without comparison, now that I think about it, surely in the restaurant of heaven with professional Venezuelan cuisine of hallacas, I bet it is grandmothers who would be in charge of cooking, because the powers of the blessing of those old women would make a paradisiacal divinity, tempting as a chocolate aphrodisiac, sinner who does not accept it as a liar.
I was so satiated, so full, so overwhelmed with food, that my only concern was what to do with the leftover food. Now that he analyzed the situation, it's serious, everything was so good, that I try to get a defect to the situation, maybe in my perspective of now it will cost me because my standards of exigency are less, I am demanding... A simple man, I always look for the best. You will tell me a banquet, with your family, gifts, music, like three days celebration. That's crazy, it's too perfect, for God's sake, the other time a friend gave me a stuffed potato, I was crying, thanking him, I even told the owner of the food stall, Lord God has assured him a place in heaven for his very holy stuffed potatoes. When he said, "You can repeat," I visualized it all in slow motion, y-o-u c-a-n r-e-p-e-a-t! In slow motion and deep voice, movie style. Imagine, by the stomach the man is made happy, belly full of happy heart,
Since Christmas 24/25, Jesus Christ would have been three times happier if he had been born in Caracas, instead of crucifying him, we proclaimed him son of God as he should be, turning water into wine any subject capable of that would be my best friend, we would make the last supper, but that night, because there would still be hahaha, and many hallacas.
Returning to the subject. here by any nonsense make celebration, ending with the woman is synonymous with meeting with friends, food and alcohol to kill spite, starting a new relationship is another party the same with a different name, neither cheaper, nor more expensive. Mmm... Yes, we need to improve priorities... First be productive, then come the partying. Finally, here they usually repeat the phrase "we were rich and we didn't know it".
The true value of festivities such as Christmas is to share with your loved ones, no matter how much food you have, if you lack those who make up the little parts of your heart, it is dull, tasteless, colorless, together are a beat of emotions, incessant, the laughter we give each other when we connect through a conversation. I have written that true love is demonstrated in misery. In the good can be anyone, anyone unable to spend with you in difficult circumstances, happiness with its intrinsic value. Christmas in the family...
I remember a Christmas about 3 years ago, which was with pure friends, a friend I consider one of the best, stayed at my house with his girlfriend, along with another close friend (the Peruvian) in the list of the best, top Friends, the four in the house, then we went up to the house of the Peruvian, we slept there, the mother treated us with much joy, conversations for long hours in the dawn, without sleeping, we dawned, then we went down running with a soccer ball in direction to my house, the solitary streets as cemetery in the morning, like at the present time in the supplies of Caracas, closed it seems a ghost town, the people who walk are confused with souls in sorrow. To write about the present and the past is because memories appear in sequences of flashes, I tell the customs of Venezuela several years ago and with the new updates, so many celebrate Christmas today.
In high school (secondary) cold, gray clouds, cold weather, with rain. The students anxious to finish December to enter in vacations, I remember an ex, a month before we became boyfriends, younger than me for 2 years and a half, in fact, it fulfills the first of January, sometimes I pass by her house in my route to jog, awake dream in which perhaps I bumped into her by chance of the uncertain destiny, I would greet her and wish her happy year and happy Christmas. The parents of that beautiful little woman are a bread of God, the best in-laws who gave me the sky, they treated me with love, we made pizza, I remember the Christmas decorations in their home, a Christmas tree, the details I am incapable of specifying it, I describe them above, I was more attentive to the daughter, my muse, my pillow of Morpheus by which I dreamed night after night, clock of cronos losing the notion of the tempo of his musical being and finishing off with the wings of cupid, the sweet Eros, in trio with the filial (friendship) and aghape crossed in the middle.
On one occasion, finally alone with her in the room, after having eaten a pizza with her parents, the lights lit up the room, decorations everywhere, the little sister (my sister-in-law) on top of me mounting Christmas hats, intensely seeking to attract my attention, is a tenderness she likes absolutely, desperate to the fulminating point of the denouement of our first kiss, the rage at the top of emotions, finally at the mercy of silence, our intentions and mischievousness of looks with double intentions, without being able to hold me, with sorrow, nerves and fear, it was not complication because my desires surpassed them, I simply let go of the leash of my dogs desires, I was green of domestication, it is enough, finally enter in scene, dance between tongues and lips, if I resisted a little more I aggravate myself more mentally. Her kisses I have not repeated with anyone, that unique feeling, seriously ... The sister suddenly saw us and began to yell at the parents that we were kissing, "Dad, Angelo and ... are kissing. The father frightened me because of his lawyer's voice: "Yes, I'm going to fuck them up". I got scared and laughed at the same time. I almost thought I was serious.
I have tried certain substances, nothing compares to their elixir, still in spite of 7 and a half years, I remember it, it is intoxicating, it is the source of eternal youth, the secret of immortality, memories that do not die, the history of my memory, keep them well sealed in me, the repertoire of the future that will transcend in reincarnations. Am I intense? It is that in front of the paper I have been sincere, dawn, I like to write with my drug face, it is refreshing.
That girl I will have tormented her in dreams by my intense longings, but... The end is not very beautiful that we say, thanks to my person. They won't want to know or I don't want to tell. I remember a picture I took that year with my mother, she gave me a beautiful premiere of clothes, I looked pretty good and if not, I loved it, at my grandmother's house, another incredible adventure at Christmas dinner, the reception of the baby Jesus between 24 or 25, or New Year's Eve, the day of kings were always quiet, unnoticed, I tried to pressure my parents, convince them of more surprises, the only surprise is my disappointment and the frustrating news of going back to school. Which I miss those times, I didn't know the value it really had...
On December 28, annually take the opportunity to make heavy jokes, or not so much. It is an excellent justification for daring me to deceive people with a clean conscience, as I have never done anything so serious, extremist or exaggerated, I don't regret anything. Ah don't wait...! To an old friend from primary school, I made him believe that a relative was sadly deceased by a brutal accident. After seeing his reaction fully trapped in my bear trap, I revealed the truth to him, I did not hold back at the birth of a feeling first for reckless trickery.
Remembering my happy years, I have spent in the computer playing online, before, during and after ringing the bells, I celebrated with the players who happened to participate. Centered on my pc, times that I did not leave my home, do not accompany my loved ones. I admit I'm a hermit I adore my loneliness, selfish of my time and space. The answer is clear I don't dance, drink, or like to express myself to meet people, submissive to my thinking, abject to firm, stubborn decisions. Rigorous in my rules without breaking them, without breaking them, without being possible to negotiate them, they are not sold as the law, it is not corrupt here if I respect my self-discipline.
I thought to spend the new year locked up in my house writing this post, it would be the right and perfect occasion. Nobody in the house, the solitude inspiring me, seducing me and invoking the muse, surely would have been an excellent night instead of an orgy between several muses. Imagination is my fetish, I feel morbid in my passion of art, my g-spot resides in my imagination, my creativity is irrefutable born from my mind. What genius! By lighting the fire of motivation. Writing in the new year would be perfect, in the next perhaps...
What incongruity, wanting family and my loneliness, my greed is great, I want both things, to share independently, the 24th and 25th if I spend it that way, floating in my letters, I am striving to fulfill long-term projects, therefore, my intention is to meet my economic goals, working with work ethics squared, is my mission as Tom Crouise, my human purpose. I have a vision of abundance in the coming months, I do not regret how I think and feel.
I'm proud of it, longed to spend excellent Christmases in too many banquets without the limitation of last December. Spirit of a working ant, rooted in habits of insatiable productivity, I set a goal, my decision to be obstinate, stubborn, determined in my duties, chores and in what I want. My free time is work, Monday to Monday of hard work, what is the secret? If you work with your passion and love, it is not work, it is like a vacation with an agenda, I think that better than the vacations themselves, the ones I desperately asked for urgently, at the beginning of the first day, I didn't know what to do, few moments were the ones that I really enjoyed as I wanted.
Why didn't I have this mentality at first? Whyeeeee?! Oh I know, I was raised to think of pregnant birds, but worse is today's youth, I swear to you, they are very sexual. They go very fast I don't catch their rhythm, they are untied, they literally think, dream, imagine and fantasize about pregnant birds, trios, quartets, orgies of birds... Who saves her from so much lust? I prefer my way lost in my failures, I am handling them, the way of fornication brings very serious problems. The gifts I know them are of total exclamation, they ask for luxurious cell phones, the last straw is that parents instead of ordering priorities satisfy their demand. Am I crazy? I was given the Christmas dinner, it is enough reason to be in fullness divinity of joy.
And it's almost a religious experience. Feeling like I'm resurrected if you touch me Going up to the burning firmament of your body It's a religious experience Not almost a religious experience With you every moment in every thing Kissing your mouth deserves a hallelujah It's a religious experience
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