8/26/2011

Whos afraid of the Big Bad Wolf


I spent this week examining the fear and its consequences. Some people are afraid of simple everyday things: dark, height, agglomerations, public presentations, insects, and so on. I would fit such kind of fear into concrete and objective ones. But there are also more complex ones, such as fear of rejection, death, old age, past, madness, future, loss and failure. Others seem unreal, such as a child who is afraid of the dark or the big bad wolf, witches and vampires or the monster in the closet.
All fears have reason and consistency in its existence and they hide hidden conflicts within each of us. But what really matters to us is to know that the fear is the greatest enemy of man. And it comes softly through in our childhood unreal things, and then it lulls in our being along with the painful realities of life.
There are good and bad fears: the good ones are those which prevent us from doing things that may hurt us, so when we are children we learn we should not touch the fire, otherwise we can burn out. That’s it. It turns out that we insist on placing our hands in the fire, even after we are burned, and then we find the bad fear. That fear which takes immeasurable proportions and leads to internal conflicts and obsessions. Take this advice; no human being was born to face the fear. Do not allow it to exist. You can overcome any fear that you find along the way; condition yourself to it. Train it. Just like the boogeyman coming to take us every night during our childhood, one day you face it, you laugh at him, you minimize him at its exact proportion, and then you learn. You learn that the best answer to our fears is the light of reason. Think about it.

Goodbye Amy!

There it goes a talent. There it goes an impressive voice. What really matters here is not to create more controversy to the great little Amy.

I'm not sure if what killed her were drugs, alcohol abuse, abstinence from all such substances, depression or a broken heart. Among so many possibilities that come out and get together, I would like to choose the last option.

A broken heart decays and frightens us, pushing us to fear. Now it's time for parents, family and fans to have their hearts broken, living their lives sadly for awhile, until the longing comes with an abstinence dying to hear a new song, get news in a tabloid.

Death always arrives by surprise. And it came as a surprise to Amy as well. I didn’t get tired of observing that the newspapers and TV did not stop mourning the news about her death. Where were those who criticized her? I think they got quiet, a little guiltily, typical of human beings, a little proud to say, “Haven’t I sad that would be the end?” The end? I do not know. I think this is just a great start.


I could write numerous controversial and worrying about the Jewish girl with a stunning voice who lived in Camden Town, London; but I’d rather keep the silence, and the consciousness that only it brings, and before I get back to the world without Amy, I still need to go back to black. I am going to cry the grief of a talent and pay tribute to the human being Amy Winehouse, with all the faults she may carry along inside the enormous package of qualities that only a few had the privilege of knowing.

No Looking Back

There are days which could be erased from the calendar. The disappointment caused by the end of a friendship, the sadness caused by the death of a dream, a fight we lost, the cake which burned, the dress that unstitched in the middle of the party, the engagement which got to an end and the lost faith in human beings.


There are days that could be elected national holidays. The friend who returns, the joy of the beginning of a dream, the fight we won, the cake that comes out fluffy, soft and warm from the oven; the dress which creates a Princess in a party; the engagement ring; the faith which we gain in God.

Life is full of surprises, it is a gift we want and we receive unintentionally. Secret Santa.


If today the door is closed and your glass is half full, sit beside me and share this meal with your columnist. Lower your head and cry of mourning, at the time it is needed, at your time, at the time you will be the only one to know how to measure and dose.

There is a time for everything, laughing and crying, winning and losing, finishing and restarting, hitting and missing, and there is a time to move on and not to look back.