martes, 23 de enero de 2007

Esperando a ser cachado en el centeno

No mucha gente lo sabe pero yo no estudié tercero de secundaria.
En La Salle a los alumnos que se portaban mal no les daban derecho de reinscripción al menos de que rogaran y prometieran que
se portarían bien el próximo ciclo escolar.
Yo no estaba para eso. No sabría decirles para
que estaba en esos momentos, es mas,
no sabria decirles para que estoy en momentos actuales.
Primer opción descartada.
La segunda era entrar al Británico a lo cual yo me opuse,
esa gente y yo jamás seríamos amigos.
Conocía ya a algunos y me daban una flojera terrible.
Aún así, un grito de Rosi ( mi madre ) de :
''HAZ EL EXAMEN!! ''

Provocó unas ganas mágicas de que lo presentara.
No me acuerdo de mucho, recuerdo algún salón con
algunas personas conocidas que tenía ubicadas en Cancún.
De lo que si me acuerdo es del mágico examen psicológico
que reprobé y me recomendaron terapia.
Ante el miedo de ser considerado un loco,
descartamos la 2nda opción.
La tercera fue el comienzo de una nueva escuela,
donde sin contar para nada a
la Secretaria de Educacion Pública podría tener
LA oportunidad de ''estudiar'' y no atrasarme.
La tomé.
Ir en medio de Bonfil a estudiar sin estudiar era toda una travesía,
pasaba mis días triste de que no podia seguir el ''desmadre''
con las ''verdaderas amistades'' que dejaba atras en La Salle.
Siendo el mayor en esa pequeña comunidad inocente
que constaba de 8 integrantes mas,
practicamente podía hacer lo que quería.
A moldear mentes inocentes,
pronto ya tenía mi pequeña pandilla donde fungía de Don Gato
y nos dedicábamos a perder el tiempo de manera comunitaria.
Perder el tiempo cuando eres adolescente es hermoso,
porque verdaderamente te sientes único,
como si ese tiempo pèrdido trascendiera,
sin hacer nada sentía que estaba en la cima del mundo.

Ahora solo pienso '' por que no aprendi guitarra? ''

Probablemente estaba aburrido, y a esa edad
( debi haber tenido como 13 )
donde ya sentía que era todo un hombre por haber probado
el cuerpo desnudo de alguna mujer, aún sentía que me faltaba algo.
Llegaba temprano y todo mundo estudiaba menos yo,
que tenía que distraerme con algun libro de ejercicios para
mantener el español fresco en esos famosos '' Para Escribirte Mejor '',
merodie un dia por la repisa y me encontré un libro de Houdini,
de esos que lees en 2 horas, me senté en unos sillones espantosos,
viejos y negros que pesaban media tonelada, me puse a leer.
Me gustó.
Agarré otro libro: The Strange case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
de Robert Louis Stevenson.
Lo terminé.
Me distraje y al dia siguiente regresé a la repisa.
Ahí estaba,
con portada roja y hojas amarillentas que revelaban su antiguedad.

''The Catcher in the Rye''

Al abrirlo brotó un olor penetrante de atracción, no había parpadeado y ya estaba leyendo :

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, an what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me,
and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it,
if you want to know the truth.
In the first place, that stuff bores me, and in the second place,
my parents would have about two hemorrhages apiece if
I told anything pretty personal about them.
They're quite touchy about anything like that, especially my father.
They're nice and all--I'm not saying that--
but they're also touchy as hell.
Besides, I'm not going to tell you my
whole goddam autobiography or anything.
I'll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me around
last Christmas just before I got pretty run-down and had to come out here and take it easy.

Como no seguir leyendo algo asi?

Yo sabia algo de este libro, pero nunca pensé que sería de un niño adolescente que lo habían expulsado de la escuela.
Sabia que encontraron este libro como influencia
de Chapman cuando mató a Lennon,
pero que tenia que ver la muerte con un adolescente?

Todos tenemos un libro con el que empezamos a leer.
Mucha gente pierde el interes y nunca lo encuentra.
Para mi fue Holden Cauffield el que me impulsó a leer.
He tenido este libro en mis manos fácil 5 veces. Y siempre lo regalo.
Alguien lo necesita mas que yo siempre pienso estilo Mary Poppins.

No me acuerdo cuanto me tardé en leerlo, nunca conté cuantas veces me reí.
Si se que de ahí descubrí a Truman Capote
( si, el de la pelicula, escribia libros!! )
Otras Voces Otros Ámbitos, empecé a escribir,
conocí a la primer mujer de mi vida
( no pasa un dia sin que te recuerde ),
Queen vibró mi vida,
Oscar Wilde la estilizó
( el prologo de Dorian Grey sigue estando en mi corazón ),
más mujeres desnudas, Hamlet y Antonio y Cleopatra
( y al final se entierra la espada antes de declararle su amor ),
Horacio Quiroga y el cuento corto y Sherlock Holmes,
empezando con Speckled Band y así me fui..
y sigo yendo como Colibri Salvaje oliendo más hojas.
Demian! No te olvido, no te vayas a enojar! En fin, enloquezco.
Pero para que enloquezcan ustedes,
los dejo con una serie de quotes de mi queridisimo Holden Cauffield
que espero de todo corazon que hayas llegado a ser
el catcher in the rye !



What I was really hanging around for,
I was trying to feel some kind of a good-by.
I mean I've left schools and places
I didn't even know I was leaving them.
I hate that. I don't care if it's a sad good-by or a bad good-by,
but when I leave a place I like to
know I'm leaving it.
If you don't, you feel even worse.


I don't even know what I was running for - I guess I just felt like it.

It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold,
and no sun out or anything,
and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road.



People always think something's all true.


People never notice anything.
¿Cual era el Picasso?


I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It's awful.
If I'm on my way to the store to buy a magazine,
even, and somebody asks me where I'm going,
I'm liable to say I'm going to the opera. It's terrible.


When I really worry about something, I don't just fool around.
I even have to go to the bathroom when I worry about something.
Only, I don't go. I'm too worried to go.
I don't want to interrupt my worrying to go.


All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
Ven? Solo soy honesto!

In my mind, I'm probably the biggest sex maniac you ever saw.

It's really too bad that so much crumby stuff is a lot of fun sometimes.



Sex is something I really don't understand too hot.
You never know
where the hell you are.
I keep making up these sex rules for myself,
and then I break them right away.
Last year I made a rule that
I was going to quit horsing around with girls that,
deep down, gave me a pain in the ass.
I broke it, though, the same week I made it -
the same
night, as a matter of fact.

A veces hasta te consigues novia por hacerte promesas asi!

I was half in love with her by the time we sat down.

That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty,
even if they're not much to look at,
or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them,
and then you never know
where the hell you are.
Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.

Esta en especial aplica cuando piensas que por obra del destino conociste a alguien!


There isn't any night club in the world you can sit in for a long time
unless you can at least buy some liquor and get drunk.
Or unless you're with some girl that really knocks you out.
No ma!! Cantabar!!! Y se quejan cuando me ven ebrio! Lean ! Lean!


It's no fun to be yellow. Maybe I'm not all yellow. I don't know.
I think maybe I'm just partly yellow and partly the type
that doesn't give much of a damn if they lose their gloves.


I mean most girls are so dumb and all.
After you neck them for a while,
you can really
watch them losing their brains.
You take a girl when she
really gets passionate,
she just hasn't any brains.

Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.

If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late?
Nobody.



"Take most people, they're crazy about cars.
They worry if they get a little scratch on them,
and they're always talking about
how many miles they get to a gallon,
and if they get a brand-new car already
they start thinking about trading it in for one that's even newer.
I don't even like
old cars. I mean they don't even interest me.
I'd rat
her have a goddam horse.
A horse is at least
human, for God's sake." ~Holden Caulfield


Anyway, I'm sort of glad they've got the atomic bomb invented.
If there's ever another war,
I'm going to sit right the hell on top of it.
I'll volunteer for it, I swear to God I will.



Boy, when you're dead, they really fix you up.
I hope to hell when I
do die somebody has sense enough to
just dump me in the river or something.
Anything except sticking me in a goddam cemetery.
People coming and putting a bunch of flowers
on your stomach on Sunday, and all that crap.
Who wants flowers when you're dead? No
body.

Holden si hubiera entendido cuando dije:

'' yo pense que habian volado el museo van gogh!
Juro que lo hubiera entendido.

It's funny.
All you have to do is say something nobody understands
and they'll do practically anything you want them to.
Especialmente aplicable para el tipico profesor de derecho
que quiere impresionar

Holden: "You know that song,
'If a body catch a body comin' through the rye'?..."
Phoebe: "It's 'If a body meet a body coming through the rye'!...
It's a poem. By Robert Burns."



"Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing
some game in this big field of rye and all.
Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around -
nobody big, I mean - except me.
And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff.
What I have to do, I have to catch everybody
if they start to go over the cliff -
I mean if they're running and they don't look
where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and
catch them.
That's all I do all day.
I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all.
I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be."
Holden Caulfield




"This fall I think you're riding for -
it's a special kind of fall, a horrible kind.
The man falling isn't permitted to feel or hear himself hit bottom.
He just keeps falling and falling.
The whole arrangement's designed for men who,
at some time or other in their lives, were looking
for something their own environment couldn't supply them with.
Or they thought their own environment couldn't supply them with.
So they gave up looking. They gave it up
before they ever really even got started." ~
Mr. Antolini

Olvidense de esto, mejor sigan yendo a cantabar!

"Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person
who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened
by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score,
you'll be excited and
stimulated to know.
Many, many men have been
just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now.
Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles.
You'll learn from them - if you want to.
Just as someday, if you have something to offer,
someone will learn something from you.
It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement. And it isn't education.
It's history. It's poetry." ~
Mr. Antolini


Don't ever tell anybody anything.

If you do, you start missing everybody.
Esta en especial es para ti Magali
como te lo escribi en una carta hace 7 años,
es hermoso saber que aun me extrañas!
Te amo por desobediente jajaja


Mucha gente dice que me parezco a Holden,
otros mas buena vibra dicen que le COPIE todo a Holden,
para que pensar en eso cuando puedo pensar
Donde se van los patos cuando se congelan los estanques?





1 comentario:

Anónimo dijo...

Ah! que tiempos!!! que Uli, que lobo estepario!! Los otoños me han dorado la piel (aun más), pero la memoria aun te tiene fresco, en una de esas hasta la piel! Sigo teniendo las manos de ewok y el cabello enredado, sigo urgando por libros viejos, aun me pregunto que pasó en el Cuyo y sobretodo sigo amando al flaco tanto como siempre!. que gusto leerte asi..