Hola a todos feliz viernes! El mes pasado inicié un ciclo de publicaciones sobre mis amigos, que tiene múltiples finalidades para mi. La verdad entre mil cosas, las ganas y el tiempo para publicar por acá se van diluyendo. De hecho ya es un triunfo para mi sentarme en la pc que me presta amablemente mi cuñado y recoger algo de la energía que me queda para contarles de mi vida. Me pregunto a veces si de verdad alguien me lee, si de verdad a alguien le interesa, pero anoche, justamente en pro de continuar la serie que incié; le envié a mis amigos mencionados en el post anterior a este, para que leyeran y sus respuestas me emocionaron hasta las lagrimas. Entonces, continuamos con esto. Principalmente tienen dos fines estas publicaciones: definitivamente el primer fin es celebrarlos a todos, reconociendolos como parte de mi vida y además, este ciclo me funciona como una especie de terapia impuesta, en la búsqueda de mi recuperación emocional. Porque soy lo que soy gracias a los amigos que me he econtrado.
El humano es un ser social, y en virtud de esa condición constantemente establecemos lazos o vínculos; como me gusta llamarlos ahora; que van tejiéndose en una red, y para mí, esta siempre ha sido una red de rescate, como la de los malabaristas. Mis amigos no solo han formado parte de la creación del ser humano que soy, sino que también me salvan, cada vez que amenazo con caer. En el post anterior comencé a hablar de mis amigos conocidos en Perú y en este pretendo continuar con ellos, son unos cuantos y de verdad se robaron mi corazón.
Seguimos
Cuando me enteré de un coro que estaba formandose con puros migrantes venezolanos, me dije -es el momento!- Y sí, lo era! Era el momento de empezar a vivir la vida más cercana a lo que tenía entendido antes de migrar. Un coro es un trampolín para hacer amigos, buenos amigos. Y este no fue la excepción.
También conocí a Dubin @dubin, que tiene una personalidad tan fresca y dulce que podría mejorar la vida del más amargado si se encuentra cerca. Dubin es todo lo que está bien en la vida. La nobleza, la inocencia, la paz, la transparencia, la alegría, la entrega, el amor... Todo eso y más se mezcla en su alma y se refleja en el brillo de sus ojos. No sé cómo pasó, pero llegó a convertirse en mi persona favorita. Siempre a su lado estaba de buen humor, siempre una carcajada en el momento que fuera, sea en una fiesta o limpiando pocetas en aquel trabajo horrible que conseguimos una vez. El y Miguel, su compañero, también forman parte de mi red. Y aún en la distancia lo considero así. Ojalá pudiera echar el tiempo atrás y disfrutarlo más. Ojalá me tuviera a mi misma la fé que Dubin me tiene, toda una Superstar. Que agradecida estoy por haberme cruzado con él. Es el mejor cocinero, y lo sé porque compartí con él nada más y nada menos que la tradición ancestral de hacer hallacas, y cuando probamos ese guiso la primera vez, aquella madrugada; dejamos de ser amigos para convertirnos definitivamente en familia. A él seguro se le olvidó la receta, pero yo se la recordaría todas las veces que sea necesario. Ojalá el camino nos reuna nuevamente, mientras tanto me quedo con ese último día que nos vimos, y los ojitos llorones que me decían "adiós bebé", cuando me dejaron en la puerta de la casa.
También conocí a Luis, no tengo mucho que decir de Luis, es una persona que estuvo ahí, con quien compartí un par de caminatas, unos besos, almuerzos, cervezas, eventos quizá, conversaciones, ideas, algunos temores, algunos gustos. Luis nunca me dejó entrar por completo a su vida, pero dentro de su hermetismo fue incondicional conmigo, me protegía, así lo sentí. Me siento muy agradecida de que Luis haya llegado a mi vida, fue lo que necesité en un momento oscuro, y me encanta haber podido hacer el trueque de compañías cuando ambos lo necesitamos. Un humor muy particular, que solo alguien quien ha estado cercano a la muerte podría tener, descarado, sin filtros, quizá un poco de maldad puede ser?. Pero para mi genial ese lado de su personalidad porque podía también ser mala sin temor a dañar suceptibilidades.
Me ha costado sintetizar la lista de los amigos que hice en Lima, hablar de ellos ha sido un ejercicio muy lindo. Me encanta ver que han estado relacionados con lo que amo hacer, todo me lo da la música y no es nada nuevo, en mis próximas publicaciones lo verán. No solo el coro me dejo gente linda. Una vez en mis andanzas musicales en Lima conocí a Daniel, un tipazo. Antes de verlo ya lo amaba, porque cantaba como un angel una canción hermosísima que me pasó alguna vez mi amiga Minú.
Dani es una cosa entre amargura total y un buen corazón que muy pocas personas entienden. Ni yo lo entendí mucho. El me acercó a otro grupo que se fue formando con todos los exponentes de la canta criolla en Lima. Se armó un grupo de músicos del estilo llanero y no me pregunten cómo pero caí ahí. Los disfruté muchísimo, de parranda en parranda. Hubo un momento donde tuve una vida social muy activa y atractiva en Lima, con tantos compromisos musicales de trabajo y de disfrute, y en realidad se lo debo a Dani. Por acá les dejo el link para la publicación de hace un buen rato, con un trabajo muy lindo que hicimos una vez.
Gracias por llegar hasta aquí, y por compartir conmigo esta suma de historias encontradas que les tengo en cantidades.
Love, Gaby.
Hello everyone, happy Friday! Last month I started a cycle of publications about my friends, which has multiple purposes for me. The truth is that between a thousand things, the desire and the time to publish here are diluting. In fact it is already a triumph for me to sit at the pc that my brother-in-law kindly lends me and collect some of the energy I have left to tell you about my life. I wonder sometimes if anyone really reads me, if anyone really cares, but last night, just to continue the series I started; I sent my friends mentioned in the previous post to this one to read and their responses moved me to tears. So, let's continue with this. There are two main purposes of these posts: definitely the first purpose is to celebrate you all, recognizing you as part of my life and also, this cycle works as a kind of imposed therapy, in the search of my emotional recovery. Because I am what I am thanks to the friends I have met.
The human is a social being, and by virtue of that condition we constantly establish ties or bonds; as I like to call them now; that are woven into a network, and for me, this has always been a rescue network, like that of jugglers. My friends have not only been part of the creation of the human being that I am, but they also save me, every time I threaten to fall. In the previous post I started to talk about my friends I know in Peru and in this one I intend to continue with them, they are a few and they really stole my heart
We continue
When I heard about a choir that was being formed with only Venezuelan migrants, I said to myself - it was time - and yes, it was! It was time to start living life closer to what I had understood before migrating. A choir is a springboard to make friends, good friends. And this was no exception.
The first person I met there was none other than Pablo @soypvr and from the first moment I recognized my counterpoint in his soul, literally overnight he was already part of my life, in my mind he was part of the red table, he could easily be my friend for years, as if we had spent our lives together; as if life itself could have been summarized in that early morning we signed that friendship contract dawning with a few beers in Miraflores. Pablo is a potential producer. He has incredible faith in me, but not blind faith. He doesn't mince words to say whatever he wants. Always to the rescue, he always does everything, grumbling, but he does it. My confidant. Maybe a bit of a spirit guide. Definitely a lot of accomplice. We could easily bring down the world between the two of us, especially taking as a maxim of life what he taught me and I hope I never forget "better skill than strength". With Pablo I can sleep in a single bed; we checked it many times and he is not bothered by my snoring. He is a companion of battles, with triumphs and failures, always at the foot of the cannon. I don't need to have him next to me to feel him close. He is mine and I am his pouty Gaby (I know you will read this amore, and I want to tell you that I love you and miss you and also hate not having a decent picture with you).
I also met Dubin @dubin, who has such a cool and sweet personality that could make the most bitter person's life better if he was around. Dubin is everything that is right in life. Nobility, innocence, peace, transparency, joy, surrender, love? All that and more is mixed in his soul and reflected in the sparkle of his eyes. I don't know how it happened, but she became my favorite person. He was always in a good mood by his side, always a laugh at any time, whether at a party or cleaning sinks in that horrible job we once got. He and Miguel, his partner, are also part of my network. And even in the distance I consider it so. I wish I could look back and enjoy it more. I wish I had the faith in myself that Dubin has in me, a true Superstar. How grateful I am to have crossed paths with him. He is the best cook, and I know it because I shared with him nothing more and nothing less than the ancestral tradition of making hallacas, and when we tasted that stew the first time, that early morning; we stopped being friends to definitely become family. He surely forgot the recipe, but I would remind him as many times as necessary. Hopefully the road will bring us together again, in the meantime I'll keep that last day we saw each other, and the teary eyes that told me "bye bye baby", when they left me at the door of the house.
I also met Luis, I don't have much to say about Luis, he is a person who was there, with whom I shared a couple of walks, some kisses, lunches, beers, events maybe, conversations, ideas, some fears, some likes. Luis never let me completely into his life, but within his hermeticism he was unconditional with me, he protected me, that's how I felt. I feel very grateful that Luis came into my life, he was what I needed in a dark moment, and I love having been able to make the exchange of companies when we both needed it. A very unique humor, that only someone who has been close to death could have, cheeky, unfiltered, maybe a little bit of meanness can be? But for me it was great that side of her personality because she could also be bad without fear of hurting her susceptibilities.
It has been hard to synthesize the list of friends I made in Lima, talking about them has been a very nice exercise. I love to see that they have been related to what I love to do, everything is given to me by music and it is nothing new, in my next publications you will see it. Not only the choir left me beautiful people. Once in my musical wanderings in Lima I met Daniel, a great guy. Before I saw him I already loved him, because he sang like an angel a beautiful song that my friend Minú gave me once.
Dani is something between total bitterness and a good heart that very few people understand. Even I didn't understand him very well. He brought me closer to another group that was formed with all the exponents of the canta criolla in Lima. A group of musicians of the llanero style was formed and don't ask me how, but I fell in with them. I enjoyed them very much, from party to party. There was a time when I had a very active and attractive social life in Lima, with so many musical work and enjoyment commitments, and I really owe it to Dani. Here is the link to the publication from a while ago, with a very nice work we did once.
Thanks for coming this far, and for sharing with me this sum of found stories that I have for you in quantities.
Love, Gaby.
