On the edge of the Texas-Tamaulipas border, where the buzzards float overhead awaiting dehydrated Mexican seekers of the "American Dream" take their last step in the desert, I came to a deep ravine. I placed my back to the dark abyss and let myself fall backwards... into Mexico. Almost 3 years after the creation of "Dead Man Walking; Alive in Mexico (June 2011) I realize that I am very alive...
Pico de Orizaba

Taken from Huatusco, Veracruz, the closest town to Margarita's family's ranch.
Friday, June 20, 2014
Linkin Park - In The End
It's funny... I was writing (in Spanish; we'll see if I get around to writing in English) in my blog on my 45th birthday when this video/song appeared basically saying what I was writing... or at least where I was going with the theme... 45 years. Birthdays are progressive--a momentary step (illusion) into the future. But, 45 years (marked as a history)... And as Chester says, "in the end it really doesn't matter..." It does. But, truthfully, what is most important in the end is what you are doing at the moment and the future towards which you are carried or carrying yourself. As you know, there is no future, since we are in a constantly evolving present with an immensely growing past. The future is a projection of our aspirations... much hope in the future. But we never find ourselves there. The moment of almost crossing that line into the projected future we notice that our expectations, aspirations, dreams have changed... the ante has been up-ed... our needs have evolved... the present is constantly evolving, meaning that we are constantly evolving and being evolved... a random statement, a sudden inspiration... who did what and how we responded... and then we respond to ourself... constantly learning from situations, from others... and from our responses and reactions... and how others respond to us...
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