A "beautiful" job

If difficult for me answer questions about the jobs because now I have some vocational problems…so, I’m not sure where or what job I would like to choose. If you ask me what job would you choose and why? Some months ago I think that I would have to answer “oh!! I love the latinamerican art!, I would like have a job related with this topic, maybe in a museum researching some collection of colonial art, writing about contemporary art, in projects or like teacher of this topic”, but now I’m not really sure if it is the job that I want or if this is the life that I want. Now, I’ m boring of this “academic world” and I believe that I not enjoy this type of job and I think that already many people is unhappy in their jobs…the world don’t needs other sad person.
I’m certain that I love the art, I really like study it and I’m sure that I would like have a job related with this topic in the future, but this isn’t enough for me. By coincidence this week in class the teacher said “our job is beautiful, but not really useful. We don’t contribute in nothing for give solutions to the real problems in the world”, I disagree with she, I think that she underestimate the capacity of the art, but yes, in the library there isn’t the “real world” and I want to stay there, I want to work there. So, now if I have to choose some job that satisfying me I think that I would like something related with the art therapy, surrounded of persons and believing that I’ m doing something useful for the people and not something only “beautiful”. Now, I’m working in a project in this topic with specialists in art therapy and I think that this is a great job!

I would like to meet with...

Sinse I was at school I’m stunned with the figure of Gustavo Adolfo Becquer, so if you ask me for a person that I would like to meet immediately I think in he. Becquer was a famous writer of the Spanish Romanticism in the ninety century; all his family was artist, his father and his brother were renowneds painters and when he was a child had proximity with the draw, but his parents to died when Becquer was ten years and this link with the art was broken. Some years after he lived with his aunt and with she began his literary career, so he went to Madrid for study but the trip not was that he expected and only had little jobs in some independent newspaper and published in unknown printer’s. He had a really bohemian and tragic life, with many disappointments that you can to see in his work, for example, in Madrid he meet with two beautiful sisters connected with the music word and he was in love with both! and his famous poem “your blue pupil” was dedicated for one of this sisters. Some years after he was married and had three children, but his life continue among scandals and illness, he died really younger of tuberculosis.
I think that he is really interesting; his work and is life is stunned!! And I think that in his work you can see that he was a mystical people. I consider that Manrique, the character of his famous legend “The moonbeam”, is the representation of Becquer, with languid appearance and very melancholic… I think that the next description of Manrique that write the writer is the image of Becquer:

“He loved the solitude, because within it, giving free rein to the imagination, they create a fantasy world, habited by strange creations, daughters of his delusions and his dreams of a poet (…)”

D day

If you ask me how, when or where is my perfect day, I only can say you: “I’ don’t know!”. And I not answer you this because I’m an embittered person, but I think that anybody beginning the day saying : “oh! This is a perfect day” or “I would like that this day to be perfect”. So, I think that the correct question is have you had some perfect day? How it was? … For me, the unique rule for a perfect day is not planning anything.
I have had many “perfects days” with different people, in dissimilar places and in all moments of mi life, but I didn’t wait for this specials days, never wake up in the morning thinking in have a great day and organizing my hours. I remember some rides with my parents to the countryside or the beach, and most recently my trip with Catalina and Carla at Buenos Aires, it was great and some days really perfect!! ^^, we walked a lot in the day, ate too much pizza, bought many books and in the night… we danced (or tried) tango and meet lovely people; or our “course tour” in Caleu the last week (it was crazy!) , etc., but now, after of the “D day” I can say “yes, it was a perfect day”, anything was planned and like in the song, I only can to be grateful and remember people who were with me these days…
I don’t know why, but when I read the topic of this week, I immediately thought in the poem of Amado Nervo “In peace”… do you know it? When I think in people that say “I don’t believe in the “perfect day “ I remember this verses:

“(...) That if I extracted the honey or the gall of things
Was because I put in they gall or honey tasty
When planted roses, always harvested roses (...)