lunes, 17 de agosto de 2009

ULISES: HOMBRE DE ARETÉ Y HEROICIDAD

Mi nombre es Ulises. También me conocen como Odiseo. Soy anciano, sabio y viejo. Mis aventuras han sido cantadas alrededor del mundo. ¡Homero sí que supo cómo relatarlas! Siempre se han referido a mí como un hombre de arete y como un héroe. Y debo decir, con orgullo, que tienen razón.

Me consideraran un hombre de areté por diversas razones. Primero, porque en mi tierra, en Ítaca, hay un rey y ese soberano soy yo. Soy un excelente orador, y además me permito decir que soy un hombre de alta inteligencia. Siempre he tratado de hacer todo a la mayor perfección posible. Cuando peleé en Troya, no quise dejarme llevar por sorpresa alguna. Siempre quise saber qué estaba haciendo el enemigo, de modo que con la colaboración de Diomedes, infiltré espías en las tierras enemigas.

Sin embargo, de todas las cosas que me hacen alguien digno de este titulo, hay una proeza que ningún otro hombre ha podido igualar: el regreso a casa después de la guerra. Un oráculo me dijo que tardaría veinte años en regresar a Ítaca. Consciente de aquella predicción, pasé diez años de guerra en Troya, y luego otros diez, en el intento de regresar a casa con mis hombres. Durante ese tiempo, me vi envuelto con sirenas, ninfas, hechiceras, un cíclope, y muchas otras cosas que fácilmente podrían considerarse como obstáculos. Pero para mi nunca lo fueron. Logré vencer todo y finalmente volví a Ítaca. Sin duda, esa ha sido mi mayor hazaña. Eso también me hace digno del titulo de héroe, pues logré vencer criaturas mitológicas como cíclopes y sirenas, salvando a muchos de los hombres que me acompañaban.

Dicho lo anterior, yo, Ulises, me considero tanto un hombre de areté como un héroe.
Copyright 2006 (renovado en 2009), Emilio Sánchez Enterprises Inc.

ESCRITO EN INGLÉS DEL 2007: WEEKEND IN SAN FRANCISCO

My trip to San Francisco…San Francisco, Cundinamarca, was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life, because of the challenges that it presented and because of the things that I learned by facing those challenges. I only spent two days there, but they were two of the most important days of my life.


The first day, when my classmates and I arrived, we were immediately treated like adults because we were given the freedom to choose who our roommates would be and only two teachers went on this trip with us. This meant that we had the responsibility of arriving on time to each and every single activity, only with the consequence of missing it.

The first activity that was a challenge to me, was one in which I had to develop trust in my classmates, by standing on fifteen chairs (each one piled up on top of each other), letting myself go and letting my other classmates grab me so that I wouldn’t fall down. The first time I did it, I was very nervous so I jumped off the chairs and I fell flat, hitting my butt. The second time I tried it, the same. Finally, before doing it the third time, one of the counsellors had me practice how to let go without being afraid of falling down. I practiced several times. Finally, I realized that the amount of chairs was not proportional to my height so I asked them to remove some chairs. They removed a few, I stood up on them and I tried it again. I finally let go of myself but, for a second, I thought I was going to get hurt again so even though I screamed “Aaaahhhh!!!” for a second or two, my classmates finally grabbed me and I landed safely. Then, I tried it one last time and even though I was still screaming, I was improving. What I learned from this activity was that I need to develop trust in other people in various circumstances.

The next challenging activity was one where we had to walk around the area of the place where we were staying, with a rope attached to our belts. I was extremely scared because I cannot run fast with people behind and in front of me, and since this was done by teams, all teams were constantly running behind each other, so I was extremely scared and stressed since I thought that I could fall down in any moment.

The last activity that we did during the day was one that was emotionally challenging, not only for me, but for everyone. We had to stand up and talk about three things: our anger, our happiness and our fear. Each factor was represented by a different coloured paint, so we had to paint our face every time we talked about one of them. It was then that I realized the single message that became the most important thing about this trip to me: I have an enormous capacity to love almost everything and everyone around me. This activity was followed by a bonfire in which we had to pick up stones and give one of them to the classmates who have been important in our lives. I gave stones to my best friend Rodrigo Zamora (with whom I have an unparalleled relationship in terms of loyalty and friendship), Stephanie Goldstucker, Alberto Azout and Daniela Mattos, who really moved my feelings because, even though I don’t know her very well, she and I get along very well and she said that she could be a better friend to me.

The next day, we had to walk down a mountain to go into town, where we would visit a retirement home for the elderly, to entertain them by providing them with laughter and fun for a few minutes. When we arrived there, I was surprised by the happiness that they seemed to feel when they were with us. At the same time, I was also shocked to see them that some of them were so old that they didn’t even have any teeth. Maria Clara, the ethics teacher, asked me to improvise a show for them so that they could sing and feel happy for a few minutes. I started singing “El Rey” and everyone – my classmates and all of the elder people – sang along with me. It was an amazing few minutes during which I felt lucky enough to bring happiness to the people around me. However, the last challenge was still to come.

After our visit, we had to return to the place where we were staying, by going up the mountain, with a rope embracing all the members of each team. Again, it was physically challenging, but, even though I was asking my counsellor to let me quit from the beginning, he did not let me and I realized that I had come to complete the entire journey back.

But, perhaps, the single most important activity to me was the last one: the signing of our t-shirts by our fellow classmates, our teachers and the counsellors. It was then that I hugged a friend who is leaving next year, up to the point where she and I almost cried. I would have cried on forever, but she did not want to cry until the very last moment.

My conclusion from this trip is the following one: if there is one feeling that makes up most of me, it is love. My capacity to love is probably the greatest thing that I’ll ever have. What I learned on this trip is perfectly expressed by the following message from the song “Nature Boy”, written by Eden Ahbez: “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return”.
Copyright 2007 (renovado en 2009), Emilio Sánchez Enterprises Inc.

VOLVER A COMENZAR


Cuando la vida se acaba
No hay nada que hacer
No es lo mismo con un beso
O el amor de una mujer
No son iguales, el morir y el renacer
Solo sé que la pasión me hace bien

Cuando el amor termina
No hay límite o confín
Siempre habrá la mañana
Después de un largo dormir
No hay paraíso ni infierno, nada de eso, no, no, no
Hay un presente que muere por amor

Y quien te dijo
Que no hay nada que mirar
En un pasado tan viejo
Y en la vieja tempestad
Pues, dentro de esas ruinas
De mi loco corazón
Queda el recuerdo
Y olor de tú y yo

Siento las rosas
Las que me dejó tu amor
Las que florecen del alma,
Y de todo en la pasión
Y yo solamente espero
Que tú puedas afirmar
Que lo único que tú quieres
Es volver a comenzar

Con esto dicho, mujer,
Te dejo esta canción
Y solo espero que encuentres
El deseo de ceder
De ceder a la vida, al mañana y el ayer
A lo que hemos vivido, y a lo que vamos a ver

Veremos momentos malos
Y también haremos bien
Veremos lados amargos
Y también, lo que es dulce
Esto es lo que nos espera, y no puedo detener
Ese deseo de amarte, y de volverte a ver

Y quien te dijo
Que no hay nada que mirar
En un pasado viejo
Y en la vieja tempestad
Pues, dentro de esas ruinas
De mi loco corazón
Queda el recuerdo
Y olor de tú y yo

Siento las rosas
Las que me dejó tu amor
Las que florecen del alma,
Y de todo en la pasión
Y yo solamente espero
Que tú puedas afirmar
Que lo único que tu quieres
Es volver a comenzar

Volver a comenzar…
Copyright 2007 (renovado en 2009), Emilio Sánchez Enterprises Inc.

martes, 4 de agosto de 2009

MAGIA DE NOSTALGIA

Este poema fue escrito en noviembre de 2005, cuando me ví obligado a retirarme de la primera emisora en la que trabajé como discjockey y presentador. Me parece interesante publicarlo ahora, menos de cuatro semanas antes de mi regreso a la radio, confirmando así que se ha cumplido lo que dice la última parte del poema, que el corazón "pronto se mojará / otra vez revivirá / y nunca se cansará."

No existe magia mas linda
Que escuchar
Ver
Abrir la mente

Cuando la magia se practica
Y el ciclo se cierra
Inesperadamente,
De nostalgia te aterras

Se dice que
No hay mal que
Por bien no venga
Pero el corazón,
El corazón se seca

Pronto se mojará
Otra vez revivirá
Y nunca se cansará

Copyright 2005 (renovado en 2009), Emilio Sánchez Enterprises Inc.

LA CASA DE TOM (DEDICADO A ANTONIO CARLOS JOBIM)

Iré
Iré para almorzar
Iré
Iré para cenar

Iré con Caymmi para sambar
Iré con Vinícius para inspirar
Iré
Tal vez iré solo
Pero iré

Iré
Llegaré puntual
Iré
Para oírte tocar

Caminaremos juntos por la floresta
Y después de la siesta,
Haremos una fiesta
Una fiesta para sambar

Estará Paulo
Estará Daniel
Estará Ana
Estará Beth

Estarán Danilo y Jaques
Estarán Braga y Tiao
Estarán Maucha Adnet
Y Paula Morelenbaum

Daniel vendrá
Simone vendrá
Y hasta Maria Luiza querrá cantar

Luego iremos a Carnegie Hall
A Los Angeles
A Nueva York
Pero todo comienza
En la casa de Tom

Copyright 2009 Emilio Sánchez Enterprises Inc.

domingo, 2 de agosto de 2009

CUANDO QUIERO ESCRIBIR

Cuando quiero escribir, siento que tengo palabras que queman, que arden intensamente dentro de mí. Son como bombas de tiempo, esperando el momento para explotar. Y cuando explotan, un mundo entero se libera dentro de mí, varios sentimientos salen, pasean, merodean sin dirección, pero curiosamente, al final, todos se encuentran en un solo destino, en el mismo destino, a la misma hora y en el mismo lugar. Es una explosión de sentimientos, de hormonas y de dioses que habitan dentro de mí, que por fin salen a conocer del mundo aunque no concorden con él y él tampoco con ellos, pero es la oportunidad tan esperada de vivir en su propia carne y ante sus ojos la realidad, irónicamente una que ellos mismos han creado exclusivamente para sí mismos y que ahora comparten con el mundo y ante el mundo.
Copyright 2009 Emilio Sánchez Enterprises Inc.

sábado, 1 de agosto de 2009

ARE THE POEMS BURNING IN YOU?

ARE THE POEMS BURNING IN YOU?

Emilio Sánchez

Are the poems burning in you?
Are the words carving themselves deep into your soul?
Does your flesh feel their fire?
Does your heart ache from it all?

Are the poems burning in you?
Are they taking up your peace of mind?
Are they riding up from heart to mouth?
Is there something to find?

Does your heart feel your bones?
Do your bones feel your heart?
Do your words want to express
Everything that thou art?

Do you want to explode out into the world?
Is it exploding deep within you?
And that brings us the quintessential question:
Are the poems burning in you?

Copyright 2009 Emilio Sánchez Enterprises Inc.