A musical weekend to make you smile despite the darkness

Hello, weekend lovers!

Today I'm going to talk to you in a different way, inspired by the questions Hive account@galenkp shared with us.

To answer them, I'm taking advantage of the fact that there's always some kind of cultural activity happening in my city on weekends.

I stop by a restaurant. I order a cup of coffee and sip it slowly. I pay, get up, and head to the institution that promotes young artists in my city. I enjoy the music and the lyrics of each song offered by outstanding troubadours like Hive account@yeniturino, whom we admire for the profound thoughts they express in every word set to music.

In the middle of a concert that seems repeated, but different at the same time because it happens in circumstances that come around again and again, lack of electricity, for example, but with a willingness to overcome life, I am here and I look around with the hope of seeing you someday here with us to talk, listen to music, laugh and hug each other.

Hive account@galenkp asks us to mention three things that matter to us.

A guitar arpeggio plays, I let my mind wander, and the image comes to me, like someone writing on a chalkboard.

Loyalty, sincerity, and respect matter to me. I consider them crucial pillars for any human relationship, whether romantic or not, or even about oneself. I think we should all be sincere, loyal, and respect ourselves first and foremost, and then be consistent with that so that we can be consistent with others.

I order a beer, open it, take a sip, and a song about people who abandon us comes on...

Hive account@galenkp asks us about things that disgust us.

I have a funny story about this. I was maybe five years old. It was my birthday, and I'd been bought a huge cake. Without any idea why, I insisted I could eat the whole thing. My mother glared at me, put the cake in front of me, and said, "Fine, now you're going to eat it all."

What do you think happened? Well, I couldn't eat it all. From then on, I went many, many years without eating cake. I only started eating cake again a few years ago, and little by little, just small portions, and always served cold.

Now, on stage, they're playing a different, but equally reflective, song.

I start thinking about the other question Hive account@galenkp asked us. He recalls a time when I felt jealous, and asks us to talk about it.

I order another beer. Luckily, despite the power outage, it's still cold. I take a sip and remember the question about jealousy...

I don't consider myself jealous, at least not in a pathological, harmful, negative, or invasive way. I'm one of those who think that being jealous is nothing more than an expression of insecurity, a lack of trust in the other person, and that, quite simply, is fatal.

When I give myself to a woman, it's because I choose to trust her. If she betrays me, what then? Life has its dark moments and imperfections along the way, so what I do is continue on my path and find someone who will fly alongside me, certain that betrayal is impossible, certain that trust is mutual, and that smiles will bring light back to the journey.

Hive account@yeniturino returns to the stage, now alongside Capote, one of our troubadours, and the night becomes more vibrant, more joyful.

Another beer is served at the table. I look up at the sky and smile at the stars. That's where I usually hang my kisses.

I then think about the last question Hive account@galenkp asked us. It puts us in the situation of someone who has suffered a heart attack and survives with the option of changing something in their life.

In my case, I'd like to be able to change something in my life without having to suffer a heart attack or stroke. I'd like to be brave enough to, for example, go to a place where someone special lives and ask them: Why?

I know you won't understand the question, of course, but it's about someone who betrayed me, and I never thought they were capable of doing something like this to me. Perhaps you think I should forget about them and that the question isn't important. Maybe you're right.

I don't know, I prefer not to think about that now, not to think about the sadness, the shadows, the darkness of the road... I prefer to start singing while the weekend is still going on.