CQ 40 CQ 40 speaking....(Messages for Sunday Scribblings)

When I was a child I used to spend  summer time  in Rinconada, a place in the Andes near Argentina . It was a beautiful but isolated place. My family talked with other people that were in the same living conditions using the radio: " CQ 40 CQ 40 hablando en banda de 40 metros" that was the first message or call given.

I was proud of using  those special  codes.
For example:

My QRA is Sandra and my QTH is in Rinconada, Chile. There is a lot of QRM today,I cannot hear you. Tell me the QTR to send the QTC

This codes could be questions or answers. To communicate with those messages it was fun...

Some of my creations

spinning merry go round

of colors and shapes

exploding my  heart  creates

"Shame" for Sunday Scribblings

Shame

when I was a child

I used to grieve

a lot about sins

it was such a shame

talking to the priest

standing on my knees

telling in regret

what others had set

today I have learnt

that I can be ashamed

only if I allow others

to make me feel that way

and not listen to my heart

that has the truth inside

Enjoying Leonard Cohen´s music

I spotted this meme on Gabrielle’s Wild Goose Scoops Moon site.

I hope this inspires you to share some of your favorite songs

As a tribute to Leonard Cohen , I offer a potpourri of songs, sorted through the filter of

My Life According to Leonard Cohen:



1.- Are you a male or female? - You know who I am

2.- Describe yourself? - Minute Prologue

3.- How do you feel? - Passing through

4.- Describe where you currently live? – Love calls you by your name

5.- If you Could go anywhere, where you would go ? - First we take Manhattan

6.- Your favourtie form of transportation? - Like a bird on a wire

7.- Your best friend is : Democracy

8.- Your favourite color is: Love itself

9.- What´s the weather like? - A thousand kisses deep

10.- Favourite time of the day? - In my secret life

11.- If your life was a TV show, what it would be called? - Fingerprints

12.- What is life to you? - Avalanche

13.- Your relationships - Always

14.- Your fear: There is a war

15.- What is the best advice you have to give? - Be for real

16.- If you Could change your name , you would change it to: Light as the breeze

17.- Thought for the day : The guests

18.- How I would like to die? - The land of plenty

19.- My soul´s present condition - You have loved enough

20.- My motto: Why don´t you try



Leonard Norman Cohen was born in Montreal in 1934 on September 21. He is a poet and song writer.


For four decades, Leonard Cohen has been one of the most important and influential songwriters of our time, a figure whose body of work achieves greater depths of mystery and meaning as time goes on.

He has relentlessly examined the largest issues in human lives, always with a full appreciation of how elusive answers can be to the vexing questions he raises. But those questions, and the journey he has traveled in seeking to address them, are the ever-shifting substance of his work, as well as the reasons why his songs never lose their overwhelming emotional force.




The light came through the window,
Straight from the sun above,
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of Love.

In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out of which the Nameless makes
A Name for one like me.

(from Love itself)


Please feel free to post your own My Life According to (fill in your favorite songwriter) and please let us know where we can find your impressions.
Here are the guidelines:

1) Answer the questions as well as you can, but using only song names from one artist.
2) Try not to repeat a song title.

First kiss

when the moon was bright

in the winter that night

I eagerly wanted to know
what you did not show

I was thinking of you

deciding what to do

In the kitchen I found you

with unexpected kiss

I satiated your hunger

your lips trembling
our hearts shaking
smelling your scent

kisses would not end

Where are the keys?

The things fly through the air,
the diskettes, the cds, the books,
the sheets of the bed, the blankets and the pillow;
you pace up and down the stairs,
you cry and scream,
where are the keys?
I look for the keys in silence,
I dare not talk
they do not appear,
you slam the door and leave
I sit at last and eat in silence
I am at peace for a bit and think
is this God´s will?

Lápiz grafito - Graphite pencil

Lapiz grafito pequeño

Lo que escribes no perdura

Siempre recuerdo tu esencia

Que aprendí con inocencia

Ese olor tan especial

Que en mi mano yo sentía

Cuando aprendía a escribir

A la luz de aquellos dias

small graphite pencil

what you write will never last

I always remember your scent

that I learnt in innocence

that so very special fragance

that in my hand I used to hold

when I learned how to write

under bright light long ago

A summer day

When I was 12 I was in the mountains spending my summer holidays at my cousins´house. We were spending the hot afternoon in a pond near the house. We were paddling in an old boat made from a tree to cross the water from one side to the other, we avoided to get near the intake gate a place that could have sucked us in very quick, it was thrilling to feel the fear about that. As we spent our time there I suddenly saw that the day was brighter than usual, all the leaves were greener and the sky seemed bluer. I felt suddenly the need to stay afar from the others and walked slowly barefoot on the ground. I felt a strange emotion of happiness and sadness, a feeling of belonging to the earth and to that place, a place I have always remembered and that I have never returned to again.

Virgen del Carmen Procession

Traditions are interesting because they show the soul of a country performing the best or the worst of human nature hopes and dreams…many of them are meant sometimes to control groups and they should be analyzed in schools to open dialog and avoid prejudices and fanatic behaviour. I followed many “traditions” when I was a child

"venid y vamos todos
con flores a María
que madre nuestra es
de nuevo aquí nos tienes
purísima doncella
mas que la luna bella
postrados a tus pies... "

"Come on everybody
with flowers to Mary
she is our mother
here we are again
you the purest virgin
more beautiful than the moon
we kneel down at your feet"


When I was a child I attended to the procession celebrated in honor of the "Virgin del Carmen" the patron of Chile. We spent a month at school preparing this procession since 8th of November to the 8th of December praying each day for half an hour in a ceremony called Month of Mary. A tradition that still is performed in all the cities and towns in Chile, priests and altar boys first followed by the christians and pagans. They begin the procession from the main square crossing several streets to reach the place where a mass is celebrated.

How I met you

I met you in 1981. You arrived in a cold winter day of may . Since that moment you filled my life with your sweet company. You were a silent quiet baby. As you grew up you were very often by my side and we went out holding hands. When you were 12 years old suddenly you did not feel comfortable holding hands with me anymore. I noticed that and I did not force you to do so. You separated from me as time passed. You were very far sometimes that I did not recognize who you were. We spent hard and sad moments. Time has passed since you left the home that saw you come into my life. Now we meet from time to time and we again are able to share company and time together feeling so good...a flower was born, a flower called love.... true love shared between a mother and a son.

The white fur coat

I have never forgotten this white fur coat. I do not know who made me wear it to attend my first day at school. I remember myself in the corner of the room surrounded by many girls that touched my coat over and over again...!

Money on the ground

I have never worried much about money even when I am not a rich person. I do not like to manage money, make transactions or keep money for the future. Even when it may seem naive, I have always thought that I will have money if I need it. I am fully aware that the best of life will not be accomplished with money.
Once I heard of a man that found money in the garbage and went to the police to give the money back Many times I have wondered what would I do if I find a big amount of money somewhere. Well I have found money on the ground several times but just coins, but once I found a bill when I was needing it
That happened some years ago I was walking by the street. I had to buy something but I did not have enough money. Suddenly I look to the ground and behind a fence of a public parking lot I saw a red bill of 5.000 chilean pesos. I walked to the corner and turn right to enter the parking. I entered walking in a normal speed so nobody could imagine I was “in a hurry” for something special. I saw the bill there like in a nest waiting for me. I picked it up and walked very slowly out of the place with my heart beating hard.

Death in the Hospital

That Sunday I woke up early and I knew I had to run to the Hospital. My father had been there for a week and we knew that there was no hope for him. He had lung cancer. I took a taxi and entered the Hospital. I arrived to the room he was the day before but he was not there. I asked to a nurse and she did not know what had happened. I began walking through several rooms asking and it was difficult to know. The Hospital is very big and they said maybe it was in the UCI (Unidad de cuidados intensivos)
I walked for several minutes and at last I found him. He was in bright room in the fifth floor. His eyes were closed and he was like sleeping but his breathing was short.
I talked to him in his ear but he did not make any movement. I put my hand over his head and stayed there praying for a moment. I did not know what to do. In that moment I knew he was by himself facing death. There was nothing else I could do. I walked out the room very slowly but very quiet knowing he was going in peace.

Delight in despair

Some time ago I usually had to cross a kilometer at night to get to the school I worked in the mountains. When we forgot to carry the lantern we had to walk in the dark...the experience was frightening, strange but beautiful because it made us face nature without any modern "weapon" but our body

Walking in the dark
walking on the stones
of a muddy road
in winter with rain
The feeling of nothingness
in front of my face
my hand avoids touching
the barbed wire fence
The wind of the night
talking to the trees
makes the leaves to whisper
jingle bell like words
That sinking feeling
makes me taste
the pleasure of finding
delight in despair

The scary of the "maqui"

When I was a child I spent the summer in the country. That place in the mountains had some thermal baths and my cousin and I used to go there to spend the time under the sun and into the rock tub. A big stream of water came out of the rock and fell into the rock tub. It was very nice to stay there listening to the roaming of the water as it dropped into the tub.
We always went there walking and we sometimes stopped on the road to eat some grains of a bush called “maqui” . It has a little grain that it is black when it is ripe and ready to be eaten. We ate that and our mouth and tongue were completely black after eating it. We had to be very careful not to let some grains fell on our clothes because it was difficult to remove the black stains.
A day that we were walking to that place we suddenly heard the galloping of a horse approaching . We looked to the road and saw a horse galloping in the same direction. We moved to the side to watch and let him pass. A man was on the horse and he had a whip in his hand. He moved the whip all the way round crying unintelligible loud words.As we saw him we could see his face blackened by the grains of maqui, we were frightened and began to run. He began galloping harder behind us. As he could not cross the fence we did cross it and hided among the bushes. He cried and cried a lot saying strange words. We thought he was drunk. That time was the most scary I had spent during my childhood We had to stay there for a long time and after some minutes that seemed to be hourse he began galloping again and lost in the distance

Vick`s transgression

Some years ago when I was a teenager a strange young man arrived to my city. He had very long hair flying in the air.
He came to study at the University in my town. People in my country and most in the area I live have prejudices against people that are different in some way or have different customs, and during that time it was worse. Many people cried big words to him in the street and even threw stones to him. But he bore that in a peaceful way. He was a chilean hippie. I had the chance to meet him because he lived with some relatives of mine. He was a fun interesting boy and he enjoyed writing poetry . I enjoyed his company and may be I fell in love with him. He has been adopted in USA by his parents that lived there for some time. He had been born in Vicksburg and for that reason his name was Vick. I now remember that long haired different boy in this land where he was not welcome but I made him feel better

The pond

The word slippery reminds me of a pond that was near a country house I used to go when I was a child. The pond was surrounded by ferns and willows. An old boat carved from a tree was there and we used paddling and watching the smoothy green surface of the bottom that like a dancing gelatine moved as we paddled
We were not allowed to go there because adults thought that it was dangerous to walk into the water and fell .
But the feeling of that soft green velvet was much more interesting and appealing than the warnings and we managed go there for the pleasure of an exciting adventure
We walked near the fence of the pond pretending that we would go farther but we crossed the wooden door and entered in the forbidden place.
We entered the water bare foot very slowly trying to keep the balance on the smooth rocks. The feeling was incredible and the fun was just walking balanced and feeling that slippery velvet under our feet

Piscis

I am a Piscis...I am not sure if the zodiac is important or not but this sign has shown to me some personality traits I have

I would like to bring here a thought that I share of a famous Piscean:

Albert Einstein

The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery every day. Never lose a holy curiosity.

and I would like to die as he did.........in sleep.

The peace of the country was broken

A special remembrance is bonded to my childhood. I think I was 7 when I spent the summer with my parents and my two brothers in the country near the Andes mountains.
I did not live with them at that time and they invited me for the holidays. The days were perfect and calm. I enjoyed the frenzied love song of the frogs croaking in the ponds at night; that was the only sound that could be heard under the sky full of stars. During the day I loved to go to a “quinta” with very old trees where the fruits were very small because the trees were so old that they had nothing else to give. I enjoyed looking at his twisted branches that seemed that wanted to scratch the sky, and its barks full of knots and marks.
That summer quietness was suddenly broken when the Llaima volcano began roaring and the earth moved during the day. We went near the river and watched the growing level of the waters as the time passed
The big eruption began in the afternoon when there was still day light and we had to run to a hill to save our lives. Many people and animals died during that eruption. The next day we could see the house and all the surroundings full of sand and rocks, it was very sad, we left and we never return to that place again.

Roots

Rootlessness……….yes I think I am rather rootless, that is why I “travel” in my mind to other places to find that spot that could make me feel attached to....but I do not find it and I do not think I would ever find it discarting others. I really prefer to be an outsider. I admire and enjoy diversity I seldom feel comfortable in my place. I am like a foreigner in my own land. Looking at the good side of this I think I am lucky to be as free as a bird with no flag, no frontiers, no cliché personal identification.
Most wars are because people fight for their land, their culture, their traditions. I only watch and admire so many cultures, so many lands, so many traditions and so much diversity that it is impossible to feel that the wonderful tapestry of differences cannot be worth and wonderful.