FRIENDSHIP

          Speaking about friendship is something really difficult because it forces to get into the people experiences. For example in my case, my first friends were my cousins because I grew up with them, in consequence, we had shared lots of experiences, specially mischiefs. But not always friendship is about that, some people still retains friends of their childhood, of that of live when school becomes the most important thong in the entire world because the friends you love and spend time.

I think it is also important to say that friendship as most of human relationships needs to be cultivated in time. However time is the best TEST TO MEASURE FRIENDSHIP.

DIFFERENTE STAGES OF FRIENDSHIP

While cultivating a friendship, you might find a best friend whom you can confide in, whom you do all you can for without expecting anything in retourn, and whom you sacrifice your time or energy for willingly if he or she needs you.

tHe waLL

It appears and disappears at the same frequency which a heart beats, it simulates an insistent stay that prevents progress or turn as it progresses requires to be included in the trip. They are childhood traumas that we carry and accompany the lives of those who suffered them, rather those who suffer, for it would be too fast to say that nobody has suffered, as if we were asserting the possibility of perfection in human beings.

The scenes that opened the film held had match those as complex to define and impossible to achieve passage as freedom and peace. There's even a very powerful symbolic use appealing to the analysis of the consequences and effects that leave the ideologies that when immersed in the power devour men, women and children who find it in vain to have the fingers, so late becomes a practical calculation of blood are
The Wall presents a curious scene in which a small man, very young, a child with accuracy, walks the train tracks, as previously established following a guide, is heading somewhere, feeling that it is a obligation which has little desire to meet. With a yellow sky with hopeful tones, images come to color the daily war of that heaven. Now the trend is war, conflict, and a relentless adherence directed by the emotions that arise and will fly to the subject in the search for what is theirs.
It is also the little interaction, loneliness, another protagonist of the story, in which time stops, the thought is refined, and self-questioning demands to know from the vain, to reach the ephemeral to the concrete. The character opens the road in search of the company, understands that freedom is a matter fleeting manifestations of which must be seized and never spared not rejected

LIBERTY OR CONFUSION

Liberty is such a very complicated word, there are some who believe that liberty is what we are living now, maybe it is true but how could slaves describe liberty – like a time when you are able to take a breath – or how did native Americans could describe the same word. Liberty was the reason for life 200 years ago, when all those colonized countries we actually know as South America, were fighting against European kingdoms. If fact heroes got what they were looking for, however liberty is something about what most of people still thinking about.

In some way, teenagers found liberty at Facebook, speaking in front of anyone without any reserve or responsibility because the new sensation of liberty gives you an interesting space to speak, share photos, videos and also to have access to many places on the Internet, nevertheless it’s the opposite of liberty Indians or black people dreamed of hundreds of years ago, especially when this kind of liberty doesn’t let you move physically more than one or two meters.

Liberty is what you build in yourself and that is not a static situation, liberty changes with time and space, liberty was for me few minutes and also a whole life for waiting, it was something which could change in space or something that was able to move me to different spaces.

The last year of school must be the worst part of the scholarly activity because you are supposed to be preparing your future, the university and the career a time when you are fighting to meet deadlines, anyway my friends and I found it pretty boring to do the same, especially when we have been doing the same the last 12 years in the same institution, in the same building and worst of all, with the same faces of those same old authorities. It was not a decision we have spoken between us, nor had we planned to avoid school obligations.

The week started with an interesting birthday and the most important symbol of liberty a that age, it was me at 18 years and the best present of my whole life (at that time), the expected age not for buying alcohol nor cigarettes or enter without problems to the fashionable disco of the time. For me turning 18 meant a time when I could drive with no problems, it was the time of liberty because the whole group was waiting for that moment because one of my friend´s father gave to his son Santiago a horrible car, the Volkswagen beetle which we named ´Pichirilo color baño´.

On Tuesday I was supposed to be at school but it wasn’t, Juan joined me at the driving license department which I got the license without any trouble, through the morning that horrible process took more time than was planned originally. Anyway we spoke with the group to say we had good news. The Police department had approved my driving license.

Thursday night while I was doing homework Sebastian e mailed me with the news that Santiago’s family will travel to Ambato during the weekend and his house was totally free so they decided to celebrate my birthday there. I accepted the invitation.

Wednesday we met at the school break and decided everything about the party, everything was perfect, during the worst week of school; we were the happiest boys of the world. It was, like those of the Amazon which spill millions of liter of water on the earth, in this case it was not water, it was lucky moments.

Finally Friday, after classes we went to eat some cheese burgers at a restaurant near school that was the cheapest place we had found, then while we were going to Santiago’s house, Sebastian fought with his girlfriend and then everything changed, because she was carrying some of her friends and the whole party automatically became a boy´s celebration, what a pathetic situation.
Friday afternoon, we arrived to the ex party house, everything changed but Santiago who was very furious said, this is my friend´s celebration so we must do something….! So another friend called Mauricio said hey, we must go to the beach, here is the ´Pichirilo color baño´ and Daniel has recently got his driving permission…
Thirty minutes later we were taking the car, I was driving, two friends were drunk at time the two others were helping me to drive because those were my first days behind the steering wheel and I have to say I was really nervous but I couldn´t say no, it was maybe because of that sensation of liberty I felt and we as a ridiculous group of guys also had.

I had driven less than 15 minutes, we were going to take the highway, near Condado Shopping, when everything changed again, it was a horrible sensation which moved us to one side of the street. Someone who was coming behind us, has crashed into that ´Pichirilo color baño´.
Santiago, the car´s owner screamed &%$$#”#”#”#$ and then son of a &%$$#”#”#”#$ and again &%$$#”#”#”#$ when Sebastian half drunk said, hey man it is the police, ´un chapa´ had crashed into us. I couldn’t believe it until I saw for myself, that a police officer in a civilian car had crashed into us.

Three months later we were finally at the beach, this time not by car, we traveled by bus for Santiagos birthday we remembered that horrible and unforgettable time when a group of 5 police officers tried to make us guilty for what happened, but they could not because the police officers who was driving had no license and also when someone rear ends you they are automatically guilty.

However that was liberty, that was a week, that was liberty.

GoD wAr

Battle Painter
War is a creation of people, battles are inventions of hearth but peace is the worst of those three words, maybe because is the most expensive political action in the world. Nevertheless wars are like an ugly soup because you see something you really hate, ugly colors, unpleasant textures and horrible appearance. But do you remember when your mom or your dad used to tell you that if you drink all the soup, you will grow healthy and strong. It is the same in war.
During battles some people earn lots of money, others channeled their frustrations with guns and also entertain the audience with a great show which durations could be of years or decades. That show is a way for selling products, ideas or fashion. The example of magazines about war, some video games of the same topic and thousands of toys show us the importance of this activity.
By the way there are lots of publications which have been based of war experiences, other which just try to publish some of the images of destruction and power and why not, the case of hundred of movies where heroes villains and victims play ay the best scene ever created.
This is a man who used to work thanks war, his function was to share expressions, images, sensations, feelings and more. His bossed used to say it is because people love it, and thinking in the correct way, it is not a crazy declaration, it is just a negation that society produces in order to avoid true because it is shameful. He was the battle painter who lived art like an expression of human condition; war was one of those conditions.

it was just a walk

It was Quito in a horrible time; it was me walking and thinking in everything, sometimes about life, sometimes about the past and also about changes. Sun took vacations and a cloudy sky visited my city, someone at the university said, “Oh my God it is like London”. That was true, Quito with that horrible weather became a fashionable and formal city with thousands coats walking at the streets, some scarves breathing rain, many gloves touching the city, just dark colors and lots of coffee for getting warm.
One, two and three weeks, nothing changed the same rain and the same behavior, more preoccupations and fears. Each day I walked more and more. At the beginning my fears stopped mi intentions but then the time worked in a correct way, so I walked two kilometers a day, maybe because my grandmother used to love visiting Carolina´s Park. It doesn´t matter neither rain nor wind because I was trying to find someone in that place who wasn´t there. it was the time when my grandmothers body rested in a hospital room while her energy was with me.
It was Quito in that horrible week or that horrible season while I walked hours down rain, the same rain which told me that the woman I was thinking has left home. It was the rain that showed me a little girl no more than 5 years old with the same green eyes of Emma who told me bye. Few minutes later my phone rang…