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The importance of fighting for what you dream of

Life has become such a frenetic and stressful exercise that we end up moving almost by inertia without having the opportunity to stop and think about what we would really like to do. We all have dreams but few have the space, time, opportunity…or courage to fight for them. That being said, I think it is worth writing about the importance of fighting for what you dream of.

When you run towards a place, if you want to get there one day it is essential to know exactly where that place is. We invest a large number of hours in social networks or television, listening to other people’s dilemmas and conflicts or exercising our bodies in gyms or swimming pools, but when do we stop to listen to ourselves? Since we are born they give us little pushes that lead us from one place to another, and yet there is an activity that is so tremendously simple and effective that they have managed to convince us that today it is crazy to do: stopping. There’s no rush, there really isn’t. As soon as we finish twelve years of primary education, we are already enrolling in university, where despite being the best years of our lives and without even being convinced of what we want to study, we are terrified of finishing a year later than we should. and shortly after finishing we become desperate if we do not find work immediately. And this is how life goes, when something ends, something else is already beginning, without pauses that allow us to breathe, that give freedom to our emotions to express themselves. If we started eating dinner right at the end of lunch, we would never feel hungry. We continue doing what we must without taking into account what we really want.

We continue doing what we must without taking into account what we really want

On the other hand there is the fear of impossibility, it is more beautiful and romantic to have a dream that you take to bed at night than to fight for it, being very likely to reap the disappointment of not ending up achieving it. But to combat this handicap there are two tools. The first is to measure your dreams to achieve results. It is not about abandoning your dreams for other more feasible ones, but rather dividing your final dream into others that are more within reach: divide and conquer. The motivation to reach each step will not only make you stronger, but it will propel you to the next one by verifying that you are capable of achieving what you set out to do. Then, as if by magic, what was once a mountain ceases to be one and becomes a point of view, kilometers are no longer distance but a path and the impossible is no longer a chimera, but a challenge.

The second strategy is not to be results-oriented. If you are going to embark on the extraordinary adventure of chasing dreams, you have to do so being aware that dreams are dreams, accepting to live with the magic and mysticism that surround them. Magic only works if you blindly believe in it. I’m sorry but that’s how it is, fulfilling dreams is strictly reserved for dreamers.

Fulfilling dreams is strictly reserved for dreamers

The last thing to keep in mind and most important is that the pursuit of a dream is going to change you, it is going to transform you into another person. I’m sure you’ve already noticed this fact, right? There are two types of people out there, those who dream their dreams and those who fight for them. Waking up every day with the ambition of achieving a goal or at least getting a little closer to it, will inevitably make your life more suggestive and, in addition, this entire journey will entail tremendous learning in many fields, but mainly You will discover yourself who you are and what your capabilities are. Believe me, in this process the discovery will always be positive, because when you fight for your dreams you are already better than you think, not because you suddenly are, but because that fighting process will inevitably transform you into someone better. It remains to be clarified that a dream does not have to be majestic or exorbitant, a dream is something personal, human and is strictly designed to grant inexhaustible doses of happiness and satisfaction to the dreamer. It could perfectly be about having a beautiful garden, a wonderful family, writing a book, getting over an illness or living a life in peace and harmony. A dream is not chosen, it is discovered.

Dreams are not just utopias with which to make our fantasies wander, they are challenges that our minds set for us to make sure we keep our ambition to learn and evolve alive. The importance of fighting for what you dream of lies not in ending up fulfilling those dreams, but in discovering who you are, who you can become and, most importantly, who will always be by your side during that journey.

There are two types of people: those who sleep their dreams and those who fight for them

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The happiness that is coming

For a few months now and especially in recent days everything has been looking bad; Powerless and faint-hearted, we are overwhelmed daily with negative and defeatist news, our comfort zone has been violated and we are emotionally governed by frustration, exhaustion and hopelessness. This year is being complicated, yes, but even if we begin to doubt the passing evidence of this misfortune that has led us to collective morass, we will soon overcome this misfortune and be free again. Then we will be fully ready to enjoy the happiness that is coming.

Soon we will overcome this misfortune and we will be free again

The emergency situation we are experiencing has forced us to have to accept measures and restrictions that violate our definition of independence and well-being; It makes us angry to remember all those activities that we cannot do now and it makes us sad to think about loved ones that we have not been able to see or hug for months. Our emotional exhaustion presents us with a catastrophic panorama in which we forget that we continue to live in one of the most advanced and well-off societies on the planet. All these feelings are new for our generation, accustomed over the last 30 years to the greatest period of stability and prosperity that Spain and (in general) Europe have experienced, in all of modern history. We are living through a period as transcendental as it is dramatic, which will leave dents, but also great lessons and constructive breeding grounds for those who are willing to take advantage of them. An animal that was born wounded does not resent its wounds; The prosperity to which we were accustomed planted the seeds of each of the feelings of disappointment, fear and annoyance that we are now experiencing. If we water the gloomy emotions that encompass us today, tomorrow they will become robust trees under which we shelter.

If we water the gloomy emotions that encompass us today, tomorrow they will become robust trees under which we shelter.

Without even realizing it, these months we have developed the ability to identify and value what truly matters to us and what does not. On the one hand, we now know which people we really miss, how cultural activities are relevant to us, how restorative a simple walk in nature can be, the importance of meeting those we like, and how wonderful it is to have the opportunity and ease of traveling and getting around (something that is in fact very new for our society and still inaccessible to much of humanity). On the other hand, we have also discerned everything that we certainly did not need as much, whether activities, hobbies, objects, places or people. However, there is something even more extraordinary that has happened in 2020: we have paused and enjoyed the time and the opportunity to listen to each other. All of this has led to a positive transformation within each of us; Right now we feel sad, but in reality we know ourselves much better and we are able to direct our lives to spend our time on what and with whom it makes us happy.

We have the option to reflect and invest our time with those who make us happy.

Although right now they may seem alienated allegories, unappealable and indisputable, in a few months we will hug friends and family, feeling the true load of affection that a hug carries; we will drink and dance with acquaintances and strangers in bars and festivals, aware that authentic fun is shared; We will travel through Spain and the world, appreciating the privilege of free will and the immersive adventure of discovering other cultures; We will schedule plans and excursions weeks and months in advance, valuing the stability and confidence in the future that we usually enjoy; We will live without fear, being aware of our vulnerability with the reinforced conviction that life is as short as it is wonderful and that we do not have to delay even a day to do what we long for; We will spend the day admiring smiles, forever remembering the times in which joy was masked and, ultimately, we will overcome this period having forged the foundations to know who we are and what we want, to value what we have and appreciate every second, and to be thus in full disposition to copiously enjoy the happiness that is coming.

Soon we will enjoy in freedom the happiness that is coming

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Hitchhiking, thumb philosophy

With just a smile, the thumb of my right hand and a pinch of patience, in 2009 I traveled through the south, west coast and north of France, starting in Girona and ending in Paris, a year later I traveled from the north of Peru to Bogotá crossing all of Ecuador and the South of Colombia, then I spent a month touring Tibet, later I visited each of the 11 countries of the Balkans, also hitchhiking, in addition to various other adventures such as spending three weeks exploring Indonesia or having it as habitual form of travel while living in Greece, Croatia and Canada. A lover of intuitive and improvised routes and a traveler of uncertain paths, being able to enjoy meeting and discovering people at random has become a fundamental ingredient of my trips. That said, I officially declare myself a lover and staunch follower of hitchhiking, a true philosophy of thumb.

Hitchhiking is a travel philosophy that ensures adventures and learning

I call it philosophy because for me it has a series of factors and values that make it such, starting of course because its conception is totally individual and personal. In my case, if I decide that hitchhiking is the means of transportation during a trip, I demand that I not spend a single cent on trips and that they all be done on foot or by hitchhiking. On occasions I have walked for many hours without any vehicle stopping, being cold or even being forced to sleep in unattractive places. However, sooner or later chance always strikes in my favor again and when incredible situations happen in the future, I never forget the path that took me there. This situation has made me develop the certainty that when traveling it is irrelevant how much you walk and there is no point in despairing, because the further you go, the closer you will be to another place.

Hitchhiking is a way to meet wonderful people

Trucks, motorcycles, tractors, station wagons, sports cars, caravans or even boats, hitchhiking has not only allowed me to travel regularly with practically no budget, but has also given me unforgettable adventures, anecdotes and friendships. In Ecuador, I ended up sleeping in churches in lost mountain towns; in Tibet I rode on the back of a motorcycle driven by a monk; In Colombia, faced with a choice of roads, I decided to take the shortest one and it turned out that I entered the Amazon jungle and ended up in an indigenous village; In Bosnia I traveled with a singer from the Budapest opera, who willingly gave me a demonstration inside the car (testing the resistance of the glass); At the Oracle of Delphi (Greece), at night and after several hours, a car finally stopped and it turned out that the driver was accompanied in the passenger seat, with the seat belt fastened… a teddy bear! Of course I couldn’t pass up such an opportunity, I got on board and ended up visiting an authentic Greek wedding with the boy, having drinks in an exclusive bar next to the spectacular monasteries of Meteora and sleeping at his house wearing blue silk pajamas after enjoying the delicious Greek dinner that his mother prepared. And these are just a few examples.

I hitchhiked through Tibet for a month. Simply wonderful.

Although it is true that hitchhiking is an exercise that involves exposing yourself to risks that are out there, it is therefore necessary to have all your senses and instincts awake in order to minimize the chances of having to face an inopportune situation. Although it may sound reactionary, my advice is that a girl never hitchhikes alone and that she do so, if possible, accompanied by a boy. Unfortunately I have known a large number of cases that support this opinion.

In countries with a lot of highways like France, toll points are good places to hitchhike

A circumstance that usually appears when traveling, especially when done alone, is that our natural instincts become more acute, so it is often a good decision to follow them without hesitation. On dozens of occasions, while hitchhiking, a vehicle has stopped whose driver, for whatever reason, I did not inspire confidence in and, after thanking him for stopping, I have simply continued walking. Perhaps my suspicions were unfounded, but when traveling any gesture that minimizes the risks automatically maximizes the chances that our adventure will be a success. Likewise, when you have a good feeling for the driver, I believe that you have to get on that vehicle, even if they insist that they can only take us a few kilometers or go in another direction, after all, we travel to have adventures and the Happiness is not in the destination but in the path, right? In France, an older man who was driving with his Nigerian wife, after stopping and asking me about my destination, told me that he could only take me about 5 kilometers, but he gave me such a good feeling that I got on anyway. I ended up at a campsite with them cooking, having a barbecue next to their caravan from which, upon arriving at the campsite, they began to leave one by one and up to nine, all the couple’s children, tall and short, white, black and mulattoes, with straight, long hair and Rastafarian… the 9 completely different children, as if it were a comedy! I wish there was a photograph that testifies to the look on my face in that situation, because it made the entire family laugh out loud for several minutes… which in this case is not saying something.

Truckers stop a lot, and generally have a great conversation.

When people ask me for advice on traveling, the first thing I answer is that the fundamental thing is to know yourself, since there are as many ways to travel as there are people in the world, so I always advise spending time studying and getting to know yourself in order to develop a travel mode that suits each one. If you are the type of traveler who considers it essential to be able to connect with other people and enjoy the journey without haste or script and that, perhaps the thumb philosophy is yours, because you are only completely free when you don’t know where you are going…and you don’t You care about absolutely nothing.

You are only completely free when you don't know where you are going and you don't care about anything at all.

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The pillars of positivism

You are happy? She asked a small squirrel for a boa seconds before devouring it while she compressed the small rodent’s body more and more with her tight muscles. ‘Of course, I always have been and always will be’ – But you know you’re about to die, isn’t that perhaps a bone of contention for you? – If the fact of dying in this way made me unhappy, that would mean that my whole life has been false, because if I have always felt so lucky to be able to run and jump freely among the trees, then it would make no sense for me to regret it now. and cry for falling prey to one of the dangers that have always existed out there. I knew you were there and that this moment could come, but I was still always happy to be able to enjoy playing freely on the field. – I guess now you can say that you are no longer so free, just before you die. – You are wrong, dear boa, because freedom does not end with captivity, much less with death, my happiness always made me free and free I leave, true to my style, happy.

We often ignore the tremendous value of freedom

Every time I return home for a while, many people ask me about what adversities and hard times I have gone through during my adventures, assuming that it is impossible to maintain a positive mood constantly, so I always remind them of the phrase that has accompanied me since I was little. , and they are talking to the happiest person in the world by far about the second. From the deepest humility and respect for the way of understanding each person’s life, I move on to describe the keys that govern a journey marked by enthusiasm, enthusiasm and joviality, these are the pillars of positivism.




What is perfect can be improved. Most people will tell you that perfection does not exist, and I affirm, without fear of being wrong, that they are resoundingly wrong. A given situation or moment can not only be perfect, but also when you realize that it is and you are sure that nothing could improve, then it happens, the perfect improves. It is a condition that has happened to me dozens of times, contemplating in awe the sublime perfection of a moment and sinning again in innocence when witnessing the present becoming something even higher.




Everything, everything and everything in this life is relative. Never be sure that your opinion is correct and you will be right. Each situation and person has an infinite number of factors that we neither know nor understand but that directly influence the judgment of each individual. One of the weakest favors that society does to our personal development is having convinced us in a certain way that being right makes us more illustrious, when in reality it is just an illusion created by our pride to generate small doses of ephemeral satisfaction. There is no more appropriate and ideal occasion to learn than when opinions that are contrary or disparate to our opinion are presented to us, but to do so we must accept the subjectivity of what is true, especially respecting those points of view that we do not understand and taking advantage of the fact that everything is relative. to enjoy the diversity and plurality of life itself.




There is nothing impossible…until you are completely sure you have tried everything. In this case, the second part is the most important part of the phrase, since the simple fact of trying everything is already a palpable triumph and even frequently when you give everything you have inside, even if the desired end is not achieved, sometimes not even It is relevant, because our efforts have taken us to another place or made us see things in a different way, an exercise that inevitably entails positive learning.

It is in your power to overcome laziness and start doing what you love.

This essay is by no means intended to be a guide or reference for the search for happiness, but only a mere exercise in sharing suggestions that have proven to be effective in facing life with a smile, always maintaining the spirit of trying to learn. fight and dream under any circumstance.


The conclusion is that we should not settle or be blinded by always searching for more or better, but rather focus on fully appreciating what we have at that moment but keeping our senses awake to capture new circumstances that make the situation even better, more perfect. It’s like magic, it exists and it is possible, but you have to believe.

Free yourself from your fears and think, act and fly free

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A portrait of tolerance

In today’s globalized world, with easy access to information (and misinformation), and where everyone comfortably finds an editorial home for their opinion through social networks, the use of the term tolerance has been emphasized to label opinions or behaviors for free, thus blurring the true meaning of this value that we dare to portray throughout this article.

A portrait of tolerance

In everyday life, it is common to find situations in which we disagree with friends, family or our partner. Although it is often difficult for us to believe it, each person, no matter how radical, conceited or even absurd it may seem to us, is completely sure that their judgment is correct, fair and, to its extent, the most tolerant. That is why labeling one’s neighbor as intolerant often automatically labels the accuser as such, not being able to understand that our fellow man does not have bad intentions nor does he have to be a cretin, he simply has a different perspective than ours. Yes, treasure, and it is pride that weakens our capacity for conversation, reducing to a minimum the margin to take advantage of the opportunity to learn. We are distressed by the opposing opinion as if it were a personal attack, and that is when we use the resource of (in)tolerance to discredit our opponent, doing a very disservice to the reputation of this term.


On the other hand, there is its political use, since it is used as a tool to repress our most accurate behavior and impulses. You cannot criticize one thing or express another, because you must be tolerant, but is there perhaps greater intolerance than drawing or surrounding the opinion of others, whatever that may be? The problem is not the message, but the forms; It is not the content, but the intention. Expressing opinions, beliefs and values is as necessary as it is instructive, but the quality of tolerance and the basis of a constructive conversation lies in the delicacy of being able to do so without hurting the sensibilities of others.

The problem is not the message, but the forms; It is not the content, but the intention.

Tolerance is not about being pleased with what is different, but about accepting and respecting what bothers you, what you hate, what is the opposite of you. Fortunately, it is unquestionable that in the increasingly near future globalization will be a complete reality and people of different races, cultures, religions, sexual inclinations and even musical tastes will coexist anywhere. By then, the meaning of this word will be different from what it is today, perhaps it will no longer be used to adorn egos or dress pride, but being tolerant will be so normal and accepted that the simple fact of mentioning it will seem ridiculous.


It is important to be aware that expressing the need to be tolerant towards someone makes a difference, being used as a compassionate weapon that places the person we are addressing on a different, lower level. In short, tolerance is not said, it is done. Excuse me, I started to dream, and while dreaming I dreamed that we didn’t all look the same, but in reality we were.

Tolerance is not said, it is done

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Let's remove "share" from the dictionary

I don’t want there to be a term for something that should be a gesture as natural as breathing, I don’t want to think about how much I have left if I give a part, nor doubt the need of someone I can simply help. I dream of destroying stereotypes and prejudices by which those who give without expecting anything in return are judged, of giving when I feel like it and not when it is dictated to me. Please, let’s remove “share” from the dictionary.

Let's remove 'Share' from the dictionary

Some defend the value of their belongings by praising such ephemeral goods as even drinks or food because “they have earned it with their effort”, and the last thing I would do is judge each person’s efforts, but that statement seems as illusory as it is unfair to me. Or would your vigor and sacrifice have served the same purpose if you had been born in the Horn of Africa, without a leg or having grown up being mistreated by your parents?


Think about it, if those who have nothing offer everything without hesitation, why do we, who have been so graceful and fortunate, have the need to create and use the term “sharing” as a social reward for which we can feel proud of a good deed? , when in reality it is not such, but is something inherent and inherent to human nature?

Whenever I have traveled to disadvantaged communities I have been amazed at how they share everything

While on an Indonesian island filming a documentary, I arrived at a remote mountain village after several hours of walking, showing visible signs of hunger and exhaustion. After a couple of minutes walking through the shacks of the town, a local woman invited me to go up to her house under the pretext of offering me food, although in reality she was about to give me one of the most brutal lessons of my existence.

It's a fact: humble people share more and better

After taking off my shoes at the door, I entered the main living room and sat on the wooden floor next to his three children, all visibly under ten years old, who were watching and touching my audiovisual equipment with fascination. After a few minutes, the woman entered with a bowl of rice, placed it on the floor and carried out a gesture that caused my consternation at that moment and that I would never forget: with a fork she divided the rice into two equal parts, serving one of them on my plate and depositing the rest between the plates of his three children. He neither asked nor smiled as a sign of complicity, nor would it have been of any use if I had expressed my renunciation of such distribution of food, because, despite the fact that it was evident that just the equipment he was carrying was worth more than all the family’s belongings. , house included, without thinking and in a natural way, she had just offered me the same amount of rice as her three children, leaving her without eating a bite.




Always offer, never doubt, never judge. Decide between thinking that you deserve your belongings or that it is lucky and privileged that you have them. In an act of insanity, commit the audacity to go through your possessions and simply hand them over to someone who doesn’t need them. Then maybe your dementia will turn into nonsense and you can finally eliminate the term ‘sharing’ from your dictionary.

Friendship is usually a good excuse to share without regard

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You are the revolution

These are troubled times, there is no doubt about it, and after traveling, trying to always get as involved as possible in local cultures, I have realized something as surprising as it is dismaying. Wherever you are reading this article, you will have a hard time believing what I am going to tell you, but yes, the perception you have of the problems that you think are affecting only your country at this moment is exactly the same as that of the majority of people in their respective countries.

Do you think that the politicians in your country are the most corrupt in the world?

Do you think youth unemployment is a terrible problem?

That healthcare is becoming an increasingly private and exclusive service?

Do you feel that every day there are more demonstrations and dissatisfied people?

Don’t you get the impression that before everything was more authentic and entertaining and that the law is increasingly more restrictive?

Well, that is exactly what Peruvians, Spaniards, Indonesians, British, Thais, Greeks and even Canadians think. Something that has made me come to the conclusion that the problem and mainly the solution lies within us. It’s time to stop complaining that everything is going wrong and really take action. You friend, you are the revolution.

The crisis of values that plagues our civilization has become so global that it gives the impression that any movement or action is going to be in vain, that it is impossible to change the situation. Furthermore, living in the age of information and communication often allows us to discover incredible stories of extraordinary people who carry out some type of performance that not only has special relevance but also denotes epic and moving overtones. These facts make us think that changing the world is something unattainable for us. Nothing is further from reality.

In each country, groups protest against their political entities, but unfortunately the reality is that today international Corporations and Agencies have much more power than the politicians of each country.

As a citizen, you are conceived as a ‘consumer’ for the system and, therefore, one of the most powerful weapons you have is to choose your way of ‘consuming’, something you do every day of your life and that can really affect the brands that form the corporations managing the direction of society. Normally, the wealthiest consume among themselves; The director of a large company buys a luxury car from a very powerful company, has lunch in the most exclusive restaurants where the owner is also a millionaire, spends his vacation at the luxury resort of another businessman as opulent as him, etc. Thus, it can be said that there are two financial groups in the world: us and them. Every time you choose to consume in a food chain instead of in a local restaurant, when you buy all your food in a supermarket chain instead of in fruit stores, bakeries, fishmongers, etc. from your neighborhood, by buying clothes from international brands instead of handmade garments and in short, every time you decide to consume in chains and multinationals you are making them richer and more powerful and less so for us. Wealth is power and power is decision, as simple as that.

Thus, focusing your way of consuming is clearly a way of revolution that you can exercise every day, but it is not the only one. A better world is possible and we are the key to achieving it, but for people to be in a position to carry out humanitarian work, selfless community actions and other actions that can make the world a little better place, they need motivation, inspiration, happiness, joy.

Our mood is shaped by the people around us, something that works the same in the opposite direction. You shape and influence the morale of those around you every day and therein lies another powerful tool of rebellion and change. In the same way that every day you choose your way of consuming, you also decide your way of acting. Every time you communicate with a person or even when you look at each other, you decide if you prefer to do it in any way or without, instead you choose to give a smile, speak positively and have a beneficial influence on your fellow man.

Every day you come across hundreds of people on whom you have a direct influence and at every moment you make decisions that can change the world. Now you know the tools you have to start your insurrection, you no longer have excuses to sit idly by complaining that the world could be better because you are the key to change. I know that you will not fail me, we both know that the time has come and that you, my friend, are the revolution.

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If languages did not exist

Today’s article is not just based on random reasoning, but when I decided to come to Tibet I estimated that the language barrier would be a great impediment to communication and, yet, spending four weeks constantly communicating with the local inhabitants but without being able to speak with no one it has opened many other paths and digressions for me. I admit to experiencing the most accurate smiles and connecting in a deep place with each person I meet, something that has made me wonder what the world would be like if languages did not exist.

Los niños tienen una gran capacidad comunicación no verbal

It would be a society in which there would be no place for dialectical manipulation and consequently there would be no politics or religion beyond that dictated by one’s own reason. Therefore, we would learn to judge and value those around us for their actions and purposes, the facts do not deceive and the consideration and reputation of each individual would be neither more nor less than deserved.


It would also have an impact on art, because if we imagine a world where songs do not have lyrics, I am convinced that we would be able to create, perceive and feel music in a more profound way. Just as there would be no artistic marketing that tries to sell us and convince us about what the works transmit, so speculation would be eliminated and art would be judged entirely by the emotions it is capable of producing in the audience.


And in love? There would be no courtship of verbiage, but rather that of facts, expression, feeling. Telltale looks and gestures would take more prominence, as would the ability to read and interpret them.




During these four weeks of travel in Tibet I have not been able to talk to anyone, but I have discovered a language of body expression that replaces words and is capable of accurately transmitting essential feelings such as courtesy, gratitude, esteem or respect. I respect. I have witnessed time and again how an honest gesture is worth a thousand words and, although it may sound strange, sometimes after leaving a place I have had the intense feeling that I truly knew some Tibetans whom I already, without a doubt, considered. my friends.

Tibetan temple on the mountain, school for young Buddhist monks

During the first week of the trip, I arrived with my camera and backpack at a monastery between mountains inhabited by 130 teenage monks tutored by a dozen senior lamas. The moment I arrived I found myself surrounded by a large number of boys who, motivated by their curiosity, asked me questions in Tibetan incessantly. It was a situation in which there were many things to say and share, but the language barrier seemed to prevent it. Almost certainly, it was the first time they had seen a Westerner and frustration was beginning to show on his face at not being able to communicate with me.

Not speaking the same language did not pose any barrier to them.

So, I decided it was time to take action, I took out my harmonica and started playing and dancing. The response was unforgettable, as the young monks who were still watching from a distance also approached and all together began to laugh, shout and applaud arrhythmically. Next, a boy showed me a textbook where images of different animals appeared, I read his intention and began to interpret their sounds to the general annoyance of the boys, after which some of them began to make their own version of onomatopoeias, something that helped us discover that animals that made exactly the same sounds were interpreted completely differently by them and by me. The young monks offered me room and board and I ended up living with them for three days, during which, despite not speaking the same language, we did not stop communicating for a moment. One morning, three of them even woke me up to invite me for a walk, in what ended up being a six-hour climb up the mountain that bordered the monastery in a snowstorm.

Young Tibetan monk resting in the forest

I will never forget the moment I had to leave that place, because a dozen of the teenage monks with whom I fraternized the most gathered to say goodbye. One of them approached and, touching his heart with one hand, extended the other to give me the necklace that until that moment was hanging from his neck. If he had said ‘goodbye’ or ‘thank you’ they would not have understood me, but those words were not necessary nor would they have done justice to what I truly felt at that moment. Instead, before I left, the boys and I connected through our gazes, in the eyes both my infinite gratitude and their extreme satisfaction for the adventure of human and cultural immersion that we had just shared were expressed. Without further ado, I left without saying or hearing anything, but the necklace that now hung around my neck and the looks he gave me as a reminder were one of the most intense messages I have ever experienced.


Obviously I have highlighted only the positive facets that come from this digression, since without a doubt life would lose its charm without being able to recite poetry, listen to an opera or say I love you. In short, if languages did not exist, we would boost our bodily expressiveness and human interaction to be able to transmit what we feel. We’d probably talk less, but I get the impression we’d probably say a lot more.

If languages did not exist we would speak less, but we would probably say a lot more

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I thought the world was shrinking and I discovered a glimmer of eternal life,

in the eyes of the people, in their hospitality and in their altruistic wisdom,

sometimes he fled, but always forward, crossing barren lands

Under the full moon I found warmth in the abode of a learned magician.

It was in winter, touching the sky, I was in Tibet and there I discovered infinity.

I slipped away from the smoke and waves to finally breathe freely.

I went where no one had gone before to understand impossible things, certain things.

I savored the beauty of mystical places in human solitude.

I touched the sky with the tips of my fingers and felt the sun, cold.

I illuminated my nights with memories of diamonds and molten gold.

I received without asking and learned without studying,

I discovered that to say, it is not necessary to speak.

For a moment I thought I was walking, but I realized I was flying.

I had no hurry, no destiny or script, because this time the film was not directed by me, but by chance,

the chance of truth, fire and ambition.

The sky was so blue that it was blue even at night,

the looks so honest that sometimes they hurt,

reproaches did not exist in the land of incense,

When a defenseless heart cries, it really does so,

a community that is extinct is dying of reality.

I drew a platonic nirvana with my crystal wings

flying over mystical sanctuaries on hidden peaks,

Your irrational arguments neither intimidate nor scare me.

The brutal honesty of the magicians of asceticism

He gave a lesson in faith and hope to the preacher of illusionism.

By witnessing and suffering misfortune in a wise land

On this trip I cried swords of anguish for a paradise that is passing away,

but I will dream and fight for an impossible remedy, because that is what magic was created for.

It was there in Tibet, in its sky, in its eyes and on an unheard of path,

that finally, when I had given up, I discovered the infinite.

It was there, in Tibet, I discovered infinity

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The righteous wisdom of the Lama

On the seventh day of my trip through Tibet, I arrived at a small village located on the side of a mountain. A local approached me smiling and asked me to accompany him, leading me to a street in the middle of the village where there were around a dozen of people eating together from a large silver bowl. They offered me food and drink with prodigious cordiality and joviality and, after a while, a Tibetan monk appeared and urged me to accompany him, an invitation I gladly accepted. Since then, every step I took with him towards his house brought me closer to discovering the Lama’s righteous wisdom.

En la casa del Lama

Two other monks were in a tiny living room sitting on the wooden floor, while the lama’s elderly mother alternated two teapots over the fire of her wood stove to ensure that the tea she offered us was at its optimal temperature throughout. moment. After a couple of hours of chatting, the two invited monks left the house guarded by the host, a moment that I took advantage of to start writing sitting on the windowsill of the house’s balcony.

The Tibetan Lama

Dusk was already falling and a few minutes later, without sensing his presence until he was right next to me, the lama placed a bunch of plants and a basin of water without making any comment. I sensed his suggestion, I sat on the floor and undid the string that tied the vegetables together, beginning to submerge them in the icy water of the bucket provided by the lama before his attentive gaze, sitting silently on a wooden chair a little more than a meter from me. . Cleaning each plant one by one with caresses under his silent and unalterable supervision, time passed, turning such a simple and everyday task into a lesson of incalculable value and beauty.

The tea was always hot thanks to the system of two teapots on the fire.

The moment he finished the last floor, he got up and left the room to return a few seconds later with a wooden board and a knife that he would leave next to me before recovering his seat and position on the wooden chair arranged in the center of the room. the small room. Instructions or comments were unnecessary and now cutting the vegetables, once again silence was the ideal mentor to transmit a pinch of such precious wisdom.

Once I had finished my tasks as a culinary assistant to the Tibetan monk who was hosting me, he collected the already washed and cut vegetables and began to cook them, maintaining the climate of silence and respect that had characterized the scene. After about twenty minutes frying the plants and cooking rice, he made a scream with which I suspected he was calling someone and a few seconds later his four-year-old son entered the room.

The monk served both the little one and me and once again sat down to observe us calmly. Every time we finished the food in our bowl, he automatically refilled it while his remained empty, and when we couldn’t eat any more because we were completely full, he finally got up and poured the leftover food into his bowl and started eating.

I have always defended that the most beautiful words in this world are those that do not need to be said, a theory that in this case was raised to its maximum exponent after having the privilege of attending a master class in humility, respect and values courtesy of a lama who shared his righteous wisdom without hesitation.

The Lama's son

The most beautiful words in this world are those that do not need to be said.

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