Vida.Obra.Palabras.

I don't miss you. I can't miss you. I don't miss you because I haven't left you. My mom keeps asking me from time to time if I miss being there. If I want to come back. I always reply that is not so simple, but every time she catches me sighing while watching NYC in ads, movies or series she looks at me like saying "I knew you were missing it" And of course I do. Then again, is not that simple. I miss faces, people, I miss the city but I wouldn't like to go back to what I lived or what I was doing. It was a nice stage, it had a closure and that's it. I'm here now. And anyways, I wasn't living in the city so I started longing for it even when I was in US. Really I should be thankful. Now I actually have a reason for my chronic nostalgia. It is even socially accepted. And kind of cool -for the rest of the world, I don't give a crap about that- Those ten months are like a bubble in the circular chronology of my life, overlapping in various for

Mi mamá siempre dice que la amistad es como una plantita y hay que regarla. Probablemente no es la única que lo dice y está en el set de dichos y consejos medio obvios y que por defecto se los atribuyo a ella. En fin, siempre lo consideré cierto pero no por eso fácil. Verán es que yo siempre he estado medio desfasada en esto de socializar, hubo un punto de mi vida en que realmente dudé si iba a aprender a hacerlo. Pero aquí estoy, con la bendición de tener un buen puñado de gente cercana, grandes amigos y uno mucho más extenso de conocidos, contactos, y gente "simpática". Es genial sí, buenos amigos en casi todas las áreas en que me desenvuelvo, sí. Sólo hay un pequeño detalle: No soy ni omnipresente ni omnisciente. Yo entiendo, siempre entiendo. Y siempre muevo mi cabeza de arriba a abajo repitiendo "lo sé, lo sé" o "si sé, perdón"cuando me analizan o me dicen unas cuantas verdades. Y lo que mi mente tiene claro no va más allá de un dogma, de una verdad f