would This post originally published on another blog, but as it took to publish it and I could not write a word this week, I leave these letters for your consideration:
What is man without passion?
should be compared to an old piece of furniture left by the wayside and useless, a car without gasoline, burned the grass that dies at the end of the day, a satellite that revolves around, just a smothered fire. I have heard from many people who advise to stop or control the passions. I can not imagine a human without them.
not know if it has happened but when I feel a passion, I can feel my blood boil. A euphoria that is not the product of any drug up my chest. I get good automatically. The world is sweetened by a sugar that only you perceive, is food for your soul, comfort for the monotonous life and generates the best existing emotions.
The passions, like everything inherent in man, are subjective. I like to think I share mine with several people, often I'm not alone. There are others who do not share with the people I know, but does not mean you do not recognize (even to admire) that are capable of expressing her joy, even if it is something morally controversial.
One of the first times that I felt increased my bloodstream when I read a good story. As a good fan I know every detail of that comic that I read at age 8. The story was called "The Fate of the Phoenix": The plot was exciting, the picture was perfect and the ending is shocking. Then I read Watchmen by Alan Moore, Spider-Man was written in 2001, The Invisibles by Grant Morrison, Matt Fraction Iron Man and so many stories I've read that have the same result: me want to jump from his chair and scream like mad .
think beyond the pictures, the stories are those that ended up drawing me. Stories like good novels, television series or movies. Soil feed both of them that I learn dialogue, I identify with the characters and feel as a viewer / reader as if he were eating a tasty meal every time I approach these types of entertainment, is an immense pleasure. Other passions
not hit me at the moment until it just became indispensable, like football. I became a fan of the sport at age 11, before that did not know, did not understand, not even practiced. Everything changed one year before the World 94. I saw many games, I became a fan of my beloved team (Cruz Azul), and then wanted to know more, such as strategies, names of players and clubs and the history of the world's most beautiful sport.
other passions have always been, as my craving for knowledge and music. The sounds and silences in various rhythms have been in every stage of my life are the perfect catalyst for my emotions, background noise for me to walk, a faithful witness of times lived and not lived. Unleash my voice and sing drives. A good song can be empowering for me and never leave my mind. I like many genres and almost do not do the ugly thing. I just need to know how to dance to enjoy the musical experience as it should.
So much of what we could tell at this time, so I raised as women, sex, beer, new technologies, eating, walking long distances, flying ... Or of the specifics of each point made. I would not end, especially since one of my passions is writing, fill me, covers my limitations relate to people, allows me to express things that are impossible or voice would be unfeasible. Maybe that's why I decided to devote myself to writing life. Sometimes I feel like the letters gave me wings and encouraged me to fly.
See you in the future.
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