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Vengo coming home. Today was a busy day, entertaining but also paradoxical. Interesting in many ways. Sad in a pair.

On the one hand, I had the opportunity to accompany the President of the State of Bolivia, Evo Morales, in some parts of his whirlwind visit to this capital, and even "shared food" with politicians, officials and intellectuals food was done in his honor.

Interesting, yes. Enough.

Furthermore, after the meeting that took place in Coyoacán (where Evo Morales gave an emotional, but long and sometimes bumpy speech to more than 5 000 people), I met Luis and some of his companions and went to a small bar. I do not know why, but I felt strange. As a very out of place, away. I was tired, dos, without much money and decided to return home.

Once in the underground (great place to make thousands of Mexican anthropological studies), while listening to "Look, it's going to take thirty pesos for ten greatest hits formats Juan Gabriel di-vi-di, take, take "my mind went from one thought to another with unusual speed. I thought about work, life, politics, the concept friendship, goodness and man's inherent evil, love, death, everything and anything, and eventually, inevitably, I felt sad. But truly sad.

At one point I remembered, and in a flash, all and each of the persons (not relatives) who have been really important to my life. I went through the memory of the "Warsaw Pact", in high school, with my brother Andrew Tovar, the eyes Samantha and Claudia's smile, my "first love" of that time, the poems, the balloon and Josue scarf in the first year of the CUM, the leaves of "Gathering", with Andrew, Silvia, and Luis Majo , the serenade of November 5, 2003 and all travel "school" Paty, volleyball matches with angina, the wheels, the Dwarf, the Reno and Mauritius, the graduation dinner with Ana Conover, wine , chats and my admiration for Natalia Rivera in Paris, the sad goodbyes and passionate in my life, at the airport in Berlin, Paqui Cano, the talk on "Different Latitudes" on Cafebrería The Pendulum in December 2008 and mezcales October 2009 with Lilian, the first arepas I tried in my life, the embrace of five hours, Radiohead concert with Natalia Gutierrez.

I realized, again, but now in a somewhat crude way, I'm away from most of these people. That does not preserve the friendship did not extend beyond the engagement, not regained contact. That even, no chance to regain even the smallest living with a couple of them. Worse, you are probably being away from others.

think and remember that scene in "Up in the air", when George Clooney's character tells the girl "do not be naive what will you marry all, listen carefully, we all die alone. "

remember the phrase and understand it. Maybe even share the idea. But loneliness is not sought is already in itself a way to start die.

And I do not want. The problem comes immediately after: how can transcend time and distance? If everything is change, how to retain those who meant so much in a specific time?

Are we in the memory, convert them into platonic love, friends, perfect, beautiful stories to tell after a drunken night with friends in turn?

Do we assume that others will come to fill those gaps?

Or will become "a person" even though in many cases almost impossible to do it?

Ah, the whore paradox between lightness and heaviness.

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What a shame if I could not make a coherent post.

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I come home and read. Leo what you write. What you say. What you think. What hurts.

And as so often I do not know what to say, what to do.

That is the paradox of the day: I see the memories and I feel I could write an ode to life, but I have no desire, sadness tarnish me.

I think, you always think. And I hear you, and even more so, I'll walk. But you never know what to do when the final definition.

I think what you want, sometimes, is not having to decide on some things and let things run themselves. I know beforehand cowardice, selfishness and immaturity of what I say. But look what it's life.