Mustard

About two pieces of bread were hanging out in the table. They talked about politics, and were aware of their faith. Time passed and one of the breads felt his time was coming, it was then that he said goodbye to his fellow bread-mate. Minutes later mustard appeared, and told them that both were to suffer the same faith. They did not want to have THAT faith, but it was inevitable. The mustard proposed them to hide, “where?” asked one of the breads. After a few moments, the mustard came with a brilliant solution, “Hide inside myself”. The two breads agreed and jumped into mustard. After a few minutes both breads drowned and faced that terrible faith which they feared so much.

Wrinkle

I was an enemy of time. Hated clocks, timers, sand clocks, Rolex’s, everything. I knew time was ultimately win the war, so I just proposed a cease fire. Because I was stranger to time, years did not pass, days and nights did not exist; I worked out of society, were no one could be found. As I was drinking water from a pond, I saw the image of me, my reflection, and I noticed that I had some wrinkles in my face. After I sat down, and thought for a while, why did wrinkles appeared, since I had forgotten time?

Suddenly I heard some foot steps, I turned and saw a man dressed in black robes with long white beards.

“Hello Jacob, remember me?”

I found his face to be familiar, but could not quite remember who he was.

“Sorry, you seem familiar, but I do not recognize you.”

“I am an old fellow, whom you decided to forget, you even declared war on me.”

He spoke with a secure tone, and he was not lying.

“Jacob, your time has come.”

Inmediatelly, everything came back to me, that old friend, was indeed Time, but he was not my friend.

“But we agreed to a cease fire, remember?”

“Indeed Jacob, but today that agreement comes to an end. For your first wrinkle has appeared.”

The wrinkle, of course it meant something, but not that!

“Sorry Jacob but we have to go.”

“Just a few minutes more, till the sunset.”

“OK, but after that we are gone.”

“Certainly.”

I gazed that LAST sunset, and I realized that it was this one that I really enjoyed, because it was going to be the last time I enjoyed a sunset, all the others were just there and I never enjoyed them as I was enjoying this one.

Jacob and Time spent that last sunset together and after Jacob followed Time to the unknown for his time had come at last.

48

“The answer is…..48!”

“What! But I was sure it was 50.”

“Sorry lad, better luck next time.”

“Bu-bu-but, there won’t be a NEXT time….”

“I am sorry there is nothing I can do.”

“But there’s nothing else, I have nothing, nowhere to go.”

“Look kid, I have nothing against you, but that’s that. Why don’t you try somewhere else.”

“Somewhere else! Are you out of your mind! There is nowhere, weren’t you listening! I beg you I need this.”

“As I said before, I can’t help you, go talk to the supervisor.”

“The supervisor, he does not know anything, what good will it do!”

“I am sorry….”

“50, I mean I was close wasn’t I, there must be some exceptions.”

“It was close all right, but the answer was 48.”

The young man left, disappointed, thinking how was it possible for the answer to be 48. He could not understand why 48. He slept that night with one thought in mind: 48.

For rest of his life he searched the answer in order to get 48 and get in. He did indeed find the answer, and tried again. Excited to get in, he did the test, 48 he got!

“84, the answer is 84.”

Nails and Hammers

Music is all about the combination of notes, what one can create with those eight notes. When one thinks of music, one thinks of Zeppelin, Tchaikovsky, Dylan, etc. An in a certain way they are right to think that, because it is what’s on the radio, parties and concerts. The thing is that some noises that we ignore may also be considered music. Let aside instruments, let aside stomp and monk chants, and when you wake up and hear that disturbing hammering, stop and listen to the beauty of its sounds. Hammer against nails, what a beautiful noise. Yes indeed it is a disturbing sound, but instead of condemning those endless hammerings, just consider that it could also be Tchaikovsky or Dylan, do not question it, just enjoy the beauty of that horrible sound.

Udirket

“Who knows what’s an Udirket?” A man shouted from a far.

“Me!” Replied one elegant fellow.

“Ok then, what’s a Udirket?”

“Well it is an Udirket and there’s no more to it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, if you do not believe me ask my brother.”

The man turned and asked the brother.

“Well as my brother said an Udirket is an Udirket and there’s no more to it.”

“Well then, it is settled, an Udirket is an Udirket.”

The man wrote an entry in a fat book and sat down in a four legged wooden strucuture, known to us from that day as an Udirket.

Hair less

The day had come. For almost five years I fought against my hair. Today was the day when it was all going away. I did not want to, but I had to. Why? Well let’s just say it had to go for no reason at all. So I started, at the beginning it tasted quite awful, but then I kind of got used to the taste. After a few hours I could finally see no more hair on my head. I felt soul less, but it was meant to be. Five hours passed and I started spitting hair balls, nothing could be done. So I spent the whole night spitting hair balls. It was horrible, never before did I experience such a feeling, but it had to be done. The next day I had a job interview, and one of the most important things was appearance, I was confident that I would get the job since I had a great image. Well into the meeting as I knew I was convincing the interviewer, I coughed twice, the first time just a regular cough, the second cough followed by a hairball. I did not get the job.

But it had to be done.

Talk

Everybody talked, for hours, and did not stop.

I could not say a thing, for my mind was in an other place.

Thus I was afraid to talk, for everyone talked too much.

And although my mind was somewhere else, no one seemed to care.

It was then that I decided to gaze along the open place, to find someone to talk.

But no one could be found and I decided to stop.

The Serf

“Master!” “Master!” A voice could be heard from the deepest section of the castle. A minute or two passed by, and those words were heard again in the dark corridors.

Nothing, no response. Some years passed before the folks from Sanztead knew that Master Ramgi had died silently one cold night in November…..

Meanwhile, that voice kept calling: “Master!” “Master!”

The Puzzle

It was then that we found the great puzzle. Never before had we seen something so confusing and unbelievable. For years we stayed inn and tried to solve it. Ten years passed and  the engineer was the first to go. Five years later, the doctor went. Two years passed and the soldier retired.

In the end, it was only me, no one else to solve the puzzle with. There I stood in eternity waiting, searching, pondering something that until the last days I realized it was not worth it. And it was that day that I went away.

Cheap

“Cheap! How cheap?” The stranger asked.

“Well sir, let me say it’s the cheapest you’ll get in town.”

“Well I’ll take them…..ALL OF THEM!” He shouted and grabbed the cheap things.

Suddenly as he was crossing the street the bag opened and everything fell.

“CHEAP!”

The Flick

Who can’t refuse a chick flick? Maybe the makers, those people who know how to make easy money, oh! And by easy money, I mean FACIL! Everybody seems to detest these movie genre, yup, when asked, virtually all human race agrees that they don’t sympathize with the flicks. But deep inside everyone’s soul, we know that we enjoy these movies. Why? Maybe we will never know, maybe the only ones with the answer are the producers; it’s just plain ol’ money.

So relax, invite your boyfriend or girlfriend and switch a flick on, for we are all in it together and don’t think about them, don’t you dare question them just watch them.

Last

It was said to last….But for crying out loud, it only lasted a day! Yes, I have to admit that it said today it was the last day, but still it said it was meant to last. Damn! Next time probably I won’t get THAT, maybe, just maybe, something that lasts a little longer.