Salto al vacío

En honor a que estuve en el Defectuoso la semana pasada hoy toca escribir en español, para variarle y esas ondas.
ANtes que nada decir que que gran bodorrio del buen Rop y la Maru, un aplauso pa los nuevos esposados.

Pues resulta que hoy fue uno de esos días, domingo, que por extraño que parezca las energias estaba a tope, y pues despues de desayunar un poco de pan de dany, o pan de miel con mantequillita derretida, grrr, pues se me ocurrio lanzarme corriendo hasta el puente que da entrada al pueblo y que basicamente convirtio a San Carleto, o lo desconvirtio de ser una isla.

Esto era algo que siempre habia querido hacer, salir de aqui, correr hasta el puente y lanzarme al vacio desde el puente hasta el canal de aguas frescas que circula por debajo, osea el mar.
PUes me prepare con unas chanclas corredoras para no perder tiempo en quitarme los tennis al momento de llegar al puente, de ahi a correr primero atravez del pueblo y luego por la carretera, yo creo que me habre echado unos 5o minutos de aqui al puente, hoy no hacia mucho sol, por suerte, pero el viento aunque refrescaba podia sentir como me empujaba para atras, como un cadenero de antro, para todos aquellos que a los 24 se seguian viendo de 16 saben a lo que me refiero.
Total que antes de salir empaque un bagel con la cantidad exacta, osea un chingo, de queso philadelphia, y mermelada de mora azul (era la que habia). Un poco de agua y obviamente el reproductor de musica para irme deleitando con unos buenos trompetasos de los maestros de Beirut, y de vez en cuando alguna que otra pacheques bizarra, aunque estoy usando esa palabra segun su significado en ingles, de los de Austin TV.
Hoy me di cuenta que esos mais tienen una rola cuyo fondo es el dialogo del Cientifico loco de la celebre pelicula 80ntera, 90ntera, Regreso al Futuro, y vaya que me trajo buenos recuerdos, sobre todo la parte de la patineta rosa voladora, siempre pense que para cuando tuviera bigote, esas madres ya existirian.

Total que despues de la carrerita me dirigi al puente avente por un lado la mochila y la musica, y tome vuelo y sin pensarlo dos veces, osease que a la chingada, me avente al vacio, para caer, seguramente gritando como niña, al agua fria, los pescadores de por ahi, se me quedaron viendo con sus tecates en mano, pensando este loco que anda haciendo. EN fin que la experiencia fue toda una gozada. Despues de un rato de relajacion y mi buen lunch me eche el camino de regreso justo para regresar a ver "Diarios de una princesa", con mi roomate, jajaja.
Lo que le pasa a uno por no tener TV.

Earthquake or SONIC BOOOOOM

iTS 10,32 pm, I have just crawled out of bed to come and write in the computer room, in which the only sound that keeps me company is the sound of the everlasting (not really) energy expending plastic boxes.

Just at 10,13 pm I was resting myself in my bed, inside my blankets, protecting myself from the heavy wind that came from my, since the hurricane, broken window.
I was in the last page, in the last sentence of the book I was reading, "Touching Spirit Bear", that a nice lady gave to me, when suddenly it trembled, the entire world move and jump, as if it was choking to death, hoping to get some air before passing out. I have never felt that before, I believe me, being from Mexico City, I have experienced my good share of earthquakes, but this one was different, the windows where dancing like Shakira, and the whole building move from one side to the other, I've never felt something like this before, It felt Like if an space non identified aircraft has just landed, roughly, outside my house.
When everything stopped, the sensation was good, like if I was lucky to have survived a nuclear explosion, if that sensation really exists, and can be told.

At the moment I walk out of the house, kind of wondering if I was going to see some demolition job, or a UFO standing outside my house. Everybody in the neighborhood was out wondering what the hell had happen. Of course the jokes started, Anaconda shouted "sorry", for farting.

I Don't know what happened tonight, but the earth definitely shook itself some fleas or something, it felt good.

The feel of the water, the power of a swell

Today I went to the dunes.
The dunes is a sand bar infront of where I live in Magdalena Bay where the Pacific Ocean meets Land and hits it pretty hard creating in some especial ocations, this big, nicely form, chunky, wave.
DUring this day, we arrive there pretty early, driving in my friends Anaconda Johnson´s boat, we arrived there just at high tide, we park the boat in the bay side, the black inflatable, exmarine boat looked pretty sad and lonely, with out its normal bodyguard, Wanda, the blow up doll.
At high tide the waves at the beach, in the other side of the huge dunes, cover with coyote tracks, and dolphin skeletons, are just a big fat burrito, they never completely brake, they just go on an on, but at the perfect moment of the day, when the correct amount of force and water is approaching the beach, the waves formations were sweet like candybars. The waves where big, the waves where powerful, the waves kicked my ass, like never before, I was swallowing water, being hit with the zebra, red wood board, I was using, and no waves where surf at the moment, I was close to quitting when my friend Johnson, help me get a wave. At that point I started to paddle as fast as I could, hoping that the wave would give me my "One way ticket to midnight, heavy metal showdown" (for more references on the matter watch SouthPark episode on getting high with cat urine). I could feel the movement, I could see my board going faster and faster, and at that point I was going into this huge wave, this huge movement on water, crawling over the surface of the world, going forward, and with me on top.
It is hard to explain the feeling that you got when you are on a Wave, I dont know if I experience it more because I dont usually experience it, although I experience the feeling of going under a wave a lot, but the feeling of going on top is so full of energy, so peaceful, so fantastic, that its a kind of rush, you normally dont experience. Now that I read my description, I realize how lame it is compared, to that few seconds of glory in which I dominated the furious rage of the ocean. As my friend Anaconda says, its awesome to be on a wave, to imagine the power you are riding, imagining that, that force you are on, came all the way from the North Pole, and now you are on top of it, as a last ceremony, to honor this fantastic wave before its departure, before its final vogaye. Before its death against a sandy bar.