Soñando despierto

Realidad, ojos abiertos,
sueño, ojos cerrados,
el sueño en realidad,
la realidad en sueño,
el sueño…
la realidad…
el sueño, ojos abiertos,
realidad, ojos cerrados,
abiertos y cerrados,
realidad y sueño,
un finito sin fin.

Al chifa de mis recuerdos

El viernes caminando por las calles de siempre,
vi un letrero de se vende.
Quedé paralizado, frío, acongojado.
El chifa de la esquina había cerrado.
Cualquiera pensaría, «bah, un chifa cualquiera»
y quién sabe, tal vez lo era,
de sabor normal, ni bueno, ni malo,
tampoco regular.
Un chifa cualquiera, con sabor a recuerdos.
Cuando nos mudamos a esta nueva zona,
ya estaba ahí, en la misma esquina,
esposos, abuela y una bebé,
con acento de extranjero recién llegado.
Comimos ahí una vez, y la cercanía mas que el sabor,
nos hacía volver, una y otra, una y otra vez.
Más de 20 años han pasado, muchas historias han pasado,
nosotros ahora somos adultos, crecimos y nos multiplicamos,
peleamos, discutimos, nos alegramos, conversando en el local.
En verano, una gaseosa helada, en invierno, una sopa caliente.
No había mes que no fuéramos una vez, era parte de nuestras vidas,
una rutina, tan importante como feliz.
Ellos también cambiaron, la abuela, ya no apareció;
la bebé, se hizo dos; y ahora señoritas, las veíamos crecer.
Vimos el esfuerzo que tenían, el empeño que pusieron.
De un chifa común de barrio, lo convirtieron en un chifa más elegante,
nada ostentoso, pero con un sentido de avance, de no quedarse atrás.

Luego vino la pandemia, y tuvieron que cerrar. Meses las puertas cerradas,
meses con el temor que ya no hubiera más.
Mas abrieron, con miedo primero, luego con dedicación.
A pesar de la nueva competencia, tenía clientes fieles, no solo nosotros,
todos los que ahí tenemos historia,
y luego volvieron a cerrar. Vacaciones las llamaron.
Esperamos un mes, dos, tres.
El letrero de vacaciones, con mensajes de los clientes,
«vuelvan», «los extraño», «quiero mi chifa»
y el viernes lo vi. Ya no estaba el letrero de vacaciones.
Mas un frío y horrible letrero, «se vende».

Espero que estén bien, espero que sean felices con su decisión,
yo solo les puedo escribir una palabras,
mientras recuerdo, las anécdotas de chifa,
que mucha historia se llevó.
Suerte a la Amiguita, a sus hijas y el señor,
siempre recordaré el chifa,
con tantos recuerdos y algo de sabor.

Etimología

Hay palabras nuevas,
hay palabras viejas,
palabras que cambian,
tanto sonido, grafía y significado,
mas estas no cambian por cambiar
hay una lucha,
de esas que jamás se escriben las batallas
solo se sabe el resultado a través del tiempo,
de aquellas que no lo harán,
de aquellas cuyo significado real, se perderá,
aquellas que con el tiempo, malditas serán.
¿Cuáles son estás?
Solo el futuro lo sabrá.

A esa institución educativa

¡Oh, gran institución del saber!
De nombre admirable,
de hombre respetable,
mas tú eres detestable.

Si alguien quiere aprender,
la teoría de la relatividad, saber,
solo tiene que llevar,
un curso y verán,
como 6 meses, un año se convertirán,
el tiempo, expertos en ralentizar.

¡Cómo quisiera hablar!
¡Todo mi hígado soltar!
Mas por ahora a callar,
pronto todo va a terminar,
y yo, ya podré desahogar.

97 The inheritor

The question froze Meng Shang for a second before he began to cry. The City Lord was sensing that something was wrong and asked what happened to him. Meng Shang told him everything, until the last detail. The face of the City Lord changed colors multiple times, from white, to purple and finally red. He lost it and released a killing intent that was drowning us. It was the first time I felt something like this.

Many guards and even the vice City Lord came to the room. I could see that most of them was also having problems breathing. Only the vice City Lord could have the resistance to asked him what happened. After that, and seeing how his killing intent was damaging us, he lowered it. “Today I have heard something that never in my life I would think I would happen. Today is a sad day, my friend was killed, and I was not there to protect him. Today I will mourn him, later… blood will rain, women will cry, and children will be orphans.”

His word frozen my blood, but Meng Shang was smiling. That smile was not normal, it was creepy, like someone who had lost any reason. I took his hand and released some of my vital qi. He was surprised at first, but then became normal. He felt my intentions, and thanked me.

“Meng Shang —said the City Lord—, I will ask you a question for everybody to hear, so answer what your heart desires. What do you want? Do you want for me to take revenge in your father’s honor or you want to be the avenger? I will be fine which you chose, but the blood of my brother and my sister wild be pay.”

Meng’er thought about it for a moment. “City Lord —he cupped his fist while talking—, the most I want is to avenge the death of my parents. I want to kill the perpetrator with my own hands. Would you help me to do that?”

The City Lord laughed. “Yes! That’s how a cultivator have to act! You have cut ties with that family and you even have a sworn brother. You are making a family of your own. I will give you techniques and resources that nobody in this city has. In a few months you vengeance will be done and I will help you do that. Everything this city has is yours, because in this moment I will proclaim that Meng Shang, son of my sworn brother Meng Dan, will be adopted as my own son. He will be the Young Master of this city, and only the vice City Lord and I will be above him, until it’s time for him to take my position.”

The vice City lord tried to say something, but the look of the City Lord was enough to stopped it. Much, much later, he told me that he was preoccupied of the ramifications of that edict, but the City Lord was someone that loved his brother as his own blood. He wouldn’t care of any problems that this would arouse, and if anything happened, he would simply crushed it. That’s why he stopped.

Soon the news run in all the city, and many important people wanted to see the adopted son of the City Lord, but all of them were denied. They were explained that he was cultivating in that moment and nobody had to interrupt his training. So these people only could return to his manors. And that’s the beginning of how Meng Shang become one of the most powerful men in the world.

70 Master’s training I

The day we switched teachers had come; I was happy that I was finally had proper teaching a not a sassy defecating turtle trying to be smug while teaching. ”Girl —said the turtle—, you are not bad, but you lack a lot of training, I really hope that your Master can teach you what is necessary, if not, it would be a waste.”

I wanted to reply to him, but he disappeared. “So how was the training?” That voice! I would recognized anywhere. “Master!” I hugged my Master, and it was clearly obvious that she was bigger than before, now she had the size of a floating 6 years old kid.

I told her everything and she only nodded. I thought that she would be a little angry, especially when I told her about the force that was pulling me down, but she was not. “Perhaps I was too soft with you. His methods are quite severe, but they are not bad. I can see a notable difference from before. I think that I will change my plan a little bit.”

I shudder when I heard that. “Master —I said trying to think the best of it—, could you please remove this force? It’s very difficult to move with this.” She nodded, and I finally felt free. “You know, that turtle only think in that method because he doesn’t understand that all the soul have to be stronger, not only a part of it. He doesn’t understand the concept of subtlety in the force.” After she said that, I began to feel again a force pressing me, but this time it was all my body. Even my finger had more weight than before, I could move it very slowly.

“See? This is better. Now all your soul with be strengthen, not only a part of it. Now relax while meditating. You have all day, tomorrow will be walking again to you inner self.

Even trying to seat was almost impossible. I felt not like a mountain under me, but a mountain in every part of my body. I concentrate my flow of qi, and I could finally sit down. I hoped that the training with my Master would be easier, but I was so mistaken. In that moment I wanted that the hated turtle would come back.

How could I endure this weight? When the turtle did it, I need to improve the flow of it, the faster, the better I felt. But now, it didn’t matter how fast it was going, I didn’t feel a difference. What I had to do now? I didn’t know what to do, so I asked Master.

“Your problem is very simple, you have acquired a good speed of your flow of qi, so you can use it quickly, but is very thin. Quality is most of times, better than quantity or speed, and you have on one of this three. I will teach you how to become denser your qi, so you can more power at the same speed. For now, try to imagine how to become your qi denser. It doesn’t matter if you couldn’t do it, but you have to try it. Tomorrow when we visited the dark places of your inner self, perhaps you will understand, or perhaps not. Only you could know that tomorrow. For now meditate my dear disciple.”

I thought all day, but I couldn’t find a way. It was impossible for me to do it, perhaps I was not cut to become a cultivator at all. But she called me her dear disciple, it was the first time she did that. I would not let her down.