CulterPaulus: Touching Clouds

Few minutes ago, I was shopping. Few customers were talking about past and present times.
Most of them were saying that past times were better. "We have more technology, and the access to that technology is a good thing. But we are insecure and cannot left the doors unlocked when we are outside home".

I've been thinking about that while coming back home. It's true, we have better technology, ways of communication, access to resources and many things are easier: travel, knowing people, and so on. I love technology, in fact, I use it as much as I can. Computers and internet, to consider something, give me the chance to work, knowing people, prepare my classes.... But I know, all that progress seems against us, when we see we are bad communicators, we use things to cause damage to others, and we have forget our first pillar in society: family.

Anyway, this theme can bring different opinions between people.
What do you consider about it?

The world is constantly moving, changing. I've heard in the news about how many uruguayan people who lives in other countries are planning to come back home. Economical facts, roots, and many factors are the reasons.
Between 2000-2002 many people went to other countries for some opportunities. Even when that economical situation touched my family, at home we were agree with fight the moment in this place. There are problems in all the world, and my way of thinking is that moving is change a problem for another one. I'm not telling about better or worse places to live, I mean we are part of this place, we have our family here and know how the things happen in this place. No bad situation last forever. I knew lot of people who were not prepared to go too far, and the trip was a dissaster.

Of course, this is my point of view, and respect everyone's. The news of today made me feel we didn't choose wrong. We are not a rich family (and I don't want that), but our situation is better than those times. My job is more stable, my daughter is growing in a peaceful place (until now), my family is united. I noticed this last thing yesterday, when some friends prepared a nice surprise for us: a picnic to celebrate our aniversary (the aniversary is on 16 of march, but couldn't celebrate with friends).

I hope all that uruguayan people can come back to this place again. Gov' is planning to give some money to those who want to return here, and maybe that will be useful to start again.

And I hope, over all the things, that every human in the world could find their place. And if they had still family, to keep it united and happy!

One of the feelings that awakes everytime I log in Opera, is the one related to not-being alone. Sometimes comes to my mind the idea that somewhere, perhaps never knowing exactly where, there's a friend or someone I know, living, knowing me, sharing experiences here.

And it's more special when the other one is conected, is Online. At that moment, I think there are no frontiers, no limits or lines that separe us, because the simple fact of being conected at the same time to the same line is like share the same road, for a while.

Once again I must say, thanks for sharing this steps all along this road. And it's a pleasure to be here.

Today is a gray day.
I've been collecting some impressions of the world through many ways. While a deep melody warms my home, I dedicate some minutes to think about these questions I made myself all through the years.

Who am I? What are we doing here? Yes, my parents educated me so well about the role we have in this world, and I have accepted that teaching. But thinking about their words, and considering some conversations with a friend I made in this world a few days ago, I'm falling into this state once again.

The melody pushes me to travel with my mind, to left this room and fly.

We are not alone in this world. Surely mankind is becoming colder to others, but we all came from the same road of life.

Millions and millions of lives breathing the same air, recycling the water that falls from cloudy skies and feeds rivers, traveling through time and earth. Are we alone?

I'm looking from this higher place of mind... Who's that unknown man right there? Is he loving, suffering, fighting for rights, searching a reason, exploring, or making questions like I do? What does peace mean for him? What does justice mean for him? Is him in the correct time to live? Has he even considered how is the world beyond the horizon?

Millions of lives and each one with different stories, different memories to hold and different impressions of the world that holds us. If we made a book, how many pages we need to write all those stories? Millions of "years"?

So, when I find people who think about the same things, I think is like Twin stars in this universe, atracting each others to shine, and make this travel brighter. And if twin stars became millions this place will be nice.

Wait...! I can see the unknown man once again. He's rising his eyes to heaven. He draws a smile! Yes, life is brighter tonight: a new star has been born!

(I always transform myself when I listen this song. To the unknown man of Vangelis is one of those powerful pushes to meditate. My greetings to all the Unknown men around the earth!)



Al hombre desconocido: 6 minutos 33 segundos de meditación.
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Hoy es un día gris.
He estado juntando algunas impresiones del mundo de diversas maneras. Mientras una melodía profunda entibia mi casa, dedico algunos minutos para pensar sobre esas preguntas que me hecho a través de los años.

¿Quién soy yo? ¿Qué estamos haciendo aquí? Sí, mis padres me educaron bien sobre el papel que desempeñamos en este mundo, y he aceptado esa enseñanza. Pero pensando sobre sus palabras, y considerando algunas conversaciones con un amigo que encontré hace unos días en este mundo, estoy entrando en este estado una vez más.

La melodía me empuja a viajar con mi mente, dejar este cuarto y volar.

No estamos solos en este mundo. Ciertamente la humanidad está cada día más fría hacia los demás, pero todos venimos a través del mismo camino de vida.

Millones y millones de vidas que respiran el mismo aire, reciclando el agua que cae de los cielos nublados y alimenta los ríos, mientras viajamos a través del tiempo y esta tierra. ¿Acaso estamos solos?

Estoy contemplando desde este lugar alto de mi mente... Quién es ese hombre desconocido que está allí? ¿Está amando, sufriendo, luchando para sus derechos, investigando una razón, explorando, o haciendo preguntas como yo lo hago? ¿Qué ha de significar la paz para el? ¿Qué significará justicia para él? ¿Estará viviendo en el tiempo correcto? ¿Habrá considerado alguna vez lo que hay más allá del horizonte?

Millones de vidas y cada una con historias diferentes, distintos recuerdos que abrazar e impresiones diferentes del mundo que nos alberga. ¿Si hiciéramos un libro, cuántas páginas necesitaríamos para escribir todas esas historias? ¿Millones de "años?"

Por eso, cuando me encuentro con personas que piensan sobre las mismas cosas, pienso que somos como estrellas gemelas en este universo, atrayéndonos unos a otros para brillar, y haciendo este viaje más brillante. Y si las estrellas gemelas se volvieran millones este lugar sería mejor.

Un momento...! Puedo ver al hombre desconocido una vez más. Está levantando sus ojos al cielo. ¡Dibuja una sonrisa! Sí, la vida es esta noche más brillante: una nueva estrella ha nacido.