Who are you? Asked the cave cyclops; and Ulises replied: "I am
nobody." Homeronauts will know what I'm talking about. Then I tied
myself to the mast of my boat and facing great storms in life I have
been looking for my Ithaca. But since I am a pseudo-social animal, I
have to discern whether I am Carlos Fernando Leal De San Martín or
only part of a cosmic unit, I keep the last one; however, yes, I was
born in a difficult delivery with two turns of the umbilical cord
around my neck and a delicious purplish soot, characteristic of who is
dying, in the hands of my grandfather Doctor José de San Martín, large
hands of a multicolored world map they went against my neonatal
buttocks to hit the first crash that I still continue practicing
without perfecting.*
I was born in Barquisimeto in a house on Calle 9 in Bararida; Outcome
of an Andean father, traveler and a Spanish mother, traumatized by the
great and terrible earthquake in El Tocuyo, Lara State, Venezuela; where
he had to rescue his sisters, who by the way were not few. My
I lived my first years with my grandparents as protectors of a being
donated by his parents with another son then a year old
age (Amado José QEPD).
When I returned to my parents when I was 4 years old, I went from
being the sun of a house to an unappreciated satellite, but with its
own light. I studied at La Salle with the "wise" Brothers and then
with the "good" Jesuits of the Javier school. High school studies were
terrible, constant storm and frustrating, what could advance the
blizzard I was backing down. I quit and went to the Martín Tovar y
Tovar school of fine arts, at the age of 16 I just bought a Honda 250
trial bike with the money earned in my first pictorial exhibition. I
took wings and from there society has had a problem with me and I with
it; more me with her than she with me, I look like Perogrullo or Cantinflas.
I made my life as I pleased without denoting evil or juvenile
delinquency, getting closer to irreverence than to disobedience, which
was enough. So I support myself, easily winning friends and losing
them just as easily. My mother never tired of saying "You are weird,
you don't even like rice pudding". And I really don't like sweets, but
bittersweet.
Today I am a 59-year-old man who walks 4 km. newspapers around the
house doing 62 laps to add. I neither smoke nor drink, my loved ones
were taken away by the cane and I taught me by someone else's example,
a strange thing in me, but it happened and I thank the gods.
Today the crisis, the quarantine and the fucking politicians ripped my
soul out in one fell swoop in less than a year.
I make TOYS, giant toys in a contemplative format for children who
carry a checkbook.
Semeruco
I develop and experimental crop of Semeruco (malpighia punicifolia),
fruit with the highest content vitamin C in the world and the only project
of this type in Venezuela in the field of fruit growing.
the only field of semeruco its on lara state
I don't like to compete, that's why I invented pods that are very
difficult to make, surprising and unique; That way I avoid convincing
anyone that mine is better, it is and nothing else. I do it because I
like the job and I don't go for the easiest, I say that to the other
thinking and shaved hominids. I also studied architectural and
mechanical drawing, conveniently I also studied architect assistant.
I made a mountain chalet where I live happily apart from the misfit
world, (the misfit is not me)
I had two daughters in a second round, Azahar (25) in Spain and Zarahmi (15), a beautiful gymnast still in the prime of life. Of my first I have two other children Tatiana (44) and Carlitos (38) who do not stop me or ball and that I deserve it.
As an alchemical catharsis I play harmonica with the best rock groups in the world Pink Floyd, Yes, Manfred Mann, Neil Young, Deep Purple, Led Zeppelin, etc., etc .; of course they in their c.d. and I with a microphone that he installed to the sound plant, live and it is a way of soundly deceiving myself that I am a musician. I have surprised myself by pretending that I play in front of a large audience by tapping on the guitar the theme Brighten up your crazy Pink Floyd diamond. What balls not ?, How immature !, although it can still be. I am going to steal my brother's guitar who is in Miami without my mother knowing and with a little help from my friends (José Cabrera), I hope I dare and have sanity because the wisdom teeth never came out and those teeth are those of judgment.
In this new project that I start with you, perhaps I managed to make a
small tribe that we go out to shoot so many carbon units that walk
like zombies through our streets and make this a somewhat better
world, common place.
I am an orphan of religions. I accept in my consciousness the most
absurd concepts that after ruminating, I spit them out or swallow them
whole.
I am therefore irruptive a convinced terraplanista, because the
balloon theory has many falls. I want to be myself and with it without
offending anyone.
Please accept me. It is good to have a crazy person
in the family to throw stones at. It is also very therapeutic.
Over and out.
Un agradecimiento especial a por su buena disposición en orientarme a como lanzarme en esta nueva aventura.
*A special thanks to
for his willingness to guide me on how to launch myself in this new adventure.