Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Heavy Headed And Nausea

A Frustrated Intellectual Realities of Immigration (This is not Tale Lords)



is amazing how many things that are interwoven without realizing it when you're isolated from the source of your identity (Venezuela). For many to be outside Venezuela implies an economic level and "you're giving the high life in X country" when many do not know how many years of sweat and perseverance with which they are paid audacity to dream and leave with all the pain world country where you were born.

"Exile, separation and duplication of effort" are the ingredients to finally get safe haven in a foreign country, but believe me, ask your grandparents, uncles or foreign families if they have families from other sources, only 1% (but less care) will tell you that was a simple pleasure trip and decided to stay.


If you are a student, you should study twice and shine, if you are a worker, you must work three times, stand out to ordinary people, being helpful, tolerant, mentalizarte before an inevitable culture shock and gradually see how your home away inevitably you why not? how your feelings of Venezuela will dissolve by distance and lack of daily contact (it happened to me.)


For those who believe that outside a given country means a great life, my beloved thinkers are wrong, for those who consider that to be earning in dollars or blessed to be spending money is a privilege Yankee wealthy gentlemen are wrong, for those who think that peace and good living are obtained in less than a month ... My dear neighbors are wrong.


This does not mean it is a complete way of the cross, but it requires a monumental effort in every way, especially in that of poderte freehand out and win the right to be in a foreign country, to have in a piece of paper your legality. The absolute peace my people, is a price to be paid with many years in a foreign country ... the right to dream, to breathe some are paintings that take years to make, with every nuance, every detail, tone and texture determined.


Being an immigrant and have under your arm the story of a country in adversity and a dream to give your children something different, is a price that has to pay.


To my beloved readers, a million thanks for taking the time to read these humble words of a soul who still dreams that all critalicemos the most sublime of our dreams, whether together or separated from our land.


infinite blessings.


Aymara Gabriela Sanchez Miss T.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Cocaine Tightness In Chest

Supposed (died Tolerance)



'm supposed to be a climate of tolerance.

an event is assumed that virtually paralyzed the world like the football world should unite cultures, demonstrating the powers and abilities of man.

suppose that in every moment of triumph must have a hug, an expression of brotherhood and if you lose, same thing should happen.


'm supposed to be vestiges of respect or at least consideration. It seems that human beings were the only person who enjoys denigrating and attacking their own kind, which indeed seems completely illogical based on the very first theory we are thinking beings.


is assumed that this event, which lasts one month, should at least dispel many issues that envelop my country as well as hunger, misery and death that exist in other nations. At least show a pretty face of humanity right?


'm supposed to demonstrate common sense and end up giving a scare to the misery of respect and consideration.


continue the insults! Emissions of insults and offenses ... and this became the infinite pleasure of human nature.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Clothing Rack That Will Fit In A Suitcase

the difficulty in dealing with another



In one of those moments that are not very important, sometimes appear and answer keys at the moment least expected. Maybe somewhere in your psyche can not imagine that you had that unknown until it appears that response and that's when you get to taste the eternal conundrum of what is human. That

uniquely innate and indispensable of human beings to relate to is fascinating, sometimes to the lone wolf itself seeks a partner to express a relationship, there is always a way where there are two interrelated beings regardless of the nature that have .

Experts say that a man tells a lie every ten minutes and you can see through every tiny gesture that renders the person, personally I refuse to bring that theory to my life, because if assimilated to that level, the remaining years I have left in the third dimension not be very tolerable.

Hugs, Carica, smiles and kisses are part of an infinite range of expressions that may well be valuable to some and other unnecessary words, gestures and expressions that are part of an endless flow of ideas that need to be communicated to need to exist in a place apart from the spirit of who issues them.

This is a reflection that leads to nothing practically, maybe it's a way to catharsis puzzles or organizing schemes on the human race. Infinite expressions, infinite signs, meanings and significant part of the incurable need comunincar beyond what we are ...

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Acrostic Poem For Baptism

WHAT I GOT IN A TAXI (REAL FULL STORY)

Global Bank. Calle 50. Panama City. My permanent route


A particular feature largely in the streets Panama is the transportation system, a martyr to some, a necessity for others, all that I still do not have the privilege of having your own transport we have this opportunity as long as it should say where you are going to see if a the path matches the driver but ... forget it.

In this day something happened that I could not believe, got into a body a strange mix I ever get: A Panamanian xenophobic. The weirdest thing on the planet, is a bit illogical that a country which has always had a considerable number of foreigners as people and where there are so many cultures marked, there is just a xenophobic.

was about 6 pm, I rushed from work to go home and finish the day rewarded with eternal rest, after 6 taxis that did not match my destiny got one, I ride no matter if you take a route previous to mine, sometimes it makes you ignore the despair that Mr. will go elsewhere. first in those awkward silences where you prefer to first perceive the energy of the driver before setting up a routine conversation about the situation in the country, the typical political life does not leave you in peace, etc. suddenly sounded a song from Oscar de Leon on the radio, a legend here in Panama.

Joy reigned in me because I felt that somewhere Venezuela had a pretty face, until that dream was interrupted by a hoarse voice said (verbatim): I have fed these useless object Venezuelans should get out of here, what will complain if there are 10 thousand U.S. dollars to travel to where they want, rich kids come to play to investors in this country, clogging all "bastards."

My heart stopped, more than a simple sentence, I saw in the eyes of this man a huge rage that was directed more to resentment of years ago, beyond the fact that there are more than 200 000 Venezuelan Panama ... and I continued talking with a rosary into his head to finish praying for dissolving the traffic and get off at the first stop I got, if it was I would go walking.

In the midst of revolution of maaldiciones voodoo out of the mouth of that man, I saw in the corner of the car a knife, I was in a simulation of a taxi entered Carapita shortcuts, 80 000 things I was cleared to feel a direct question about him to me: "And you ... are you foreign maybe? because the little hair red and white pielcita betray you pretty girl ..."

I wanted to die of panic for a moment erased the fears inside of me ... until I got out of my subconscious a Panamanian accent young girls Colon Province (a province of Panama), I tried to use the Most idioms, expressions and Spanglish possible ... only protect me from such a character and apparently believed the gentleman ... did think it was one of them. I finally got rid

, I ran with a rage inside me ... because that man was a silly minimal compared Panamanian Charm ... especially toward Venezuela, that fascination with the programs, Venezuelan artists, for our women, our art ... can not be undermined by a man who is blinded by ignorance irremovable, that kind of ignorance and grates to be a malignant cancer on common sense. I refuse to believe that the Panamanian ... one of the noblest beings I have known, are capable of such barbarism ... I guess time will prove me right or make me a liar ... who knows. I will continue taking a risk, I do not care:)


Thursday, June 10, 2010

Twitching Legs Sleeping

STRENGTH, POWER AND CHANGE Candies Venezuelan



Universidad Latina, 11:20 am EDT Panamanian classroom. It is assumed that all of my psyche must be involved in this class, especially when it comes to world history which I love, but apparently what I am witnessing further lower levels of care or progress that can be in the environment.

A class, a teacher who is supposed to completely hijack my attention and my expectations, a content that must finally be assimilated prepared ... how nice it sounds right? Already

level of mediocrity that exists makes me sad and somewhat unmotivated, but I know that is not in vain the reasons why I'm here, because only one word can be in my mind: RESISTANCE.

I completely refuse to sink in a sea of \u200b\u200bthe same, the surface, I refuse to not have any kind of knowledge, there is not someone who can give me the tools to be a good journalist and I refuse

stay with a full quarter of what I get, I refuse to stay static, watching as time passes and without any progress. I resist all is well. They say

real journalists are on the street, colliding with reality, because if so, I will. Until one day fulfill my dream of being a journalist full, capable and with a wealth of knowledge enough to bring to the world what I could get.

resistance, power and change are the weapons I have for not succumbing to what is sometimes drowned the world, to find my own I dream since I have a point.

Apologies to my readers for this brief relief and once again thanks for the support. We will continue the fight.

Always at your service. Sánchez Aymara

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Where Is Miosotis From?

I Want NOW!


Ten months on this earth, there are many things that overwhelmed me. Have come from one of the world's most expensive cities such as Caracas, I remember I started my compulsive buying m & m'sa nutella 60 cents and $ 4, was desperate to end sugar to drown all the anxiety and the sadness of leaving Venezuela so hunger coupled with the desire to eat inside of me flooding my body with the best existing carbohydrates and sugar ..

remember that every day out of the 50000 businesses was around the first apartment where I lived "Av Balboa, against Multicentro Mall memory. Then, living in a Jewish community, 99.9% of my purchases are made in Kosher Supermarket where 9999 of 10000 items were in Hebrew (you have guessed my face). The short but extraordinary experience to live among Jews made me addicted to everything related to food, Panama is definitely a city to eat, to eat, the amount of cultures that is forcing you to experience thousands of flavors in your mouth .. . but for a moment turn around and say nothing like food in your country. This

clarify, my readers from other latitudes, which does not want to underestimate the food of other nations, but as one born to "their underarm arepa" inevitably end up missing everything related to the sweet taste of the creativity of Venezuela, especially chocolates and pirulino called. If you ask any Venezuelan and will overlook the word "pirulino" special edition chocolate "or" beer "you will see a fleeting expression of ecstasy and longing in their faces, believe me is irrefutable ... get tested one day.

This time, wanting to tread my country even for a while, and now the girl whose demand orgnismo sugar and carbohydrates with Venezuelan stamp, I can only say: I WANT MY VENEZUELAN CANDIES NOW !!!!!!! !