Freedom is the favorite word of dictators

Maybe

MAYBE 

The television is on 14 hours a day, the volume doesn’t let me hear the voices of my children, but, who cares? they are busy playing with their stupid electronic games. The view from my living room, to my garden is nice but can’t compete with the colorful images of the Bahamas where James Bond is looking for bad people who want to destroy our way of life. My brain gets carried away with the music of the movie and flies to the clean beaches in the screen, then a message of some beer, another of pills for acid reflux, and Samsonite luggage make me wake up and remember Sonia. Maybe I should call her and ask her to come back, we can give it another try, for the sake of our children, or to travel to Russia, Iceland, crazy places Sonia wanted to visit, or we can take the children to the Bahamas where the 007 is now fighting with an athletic terrorist while a beautiful girl is looking. Now another interruption, boy eating cheerios, Miller Light looks refreshing even when it tastes like medicine, a girl promoting a new car, which one? Who cares, now all of them look the same, besides I don’t a new car or a beer, or luggage, I need my wife but I can’t buy her like a beer or reflux pills. Maybe I should be more patient with her, maybe I should call her now buy wait, James Bond is playing poker with a knock out blonde, I’ll call Sonia after the movie, maybe tomorrow, maybe.   

EL PERIODISTA GENEROSO

EL PERIODISTA GENEROSO

Luis se informaba para escribir, leía para informar, preguntaba para relatar, veía para contar. Luis nunca se quedaba con una pizca de información para sí, toda la repartía entre su público. Lo único que Luis no pudo repartir fueron las 237 balas con que los narcos los asesinaron.