Marco Romero 10/27/25 Marco Romero 10/27/25

ONE THOUSAND NIGHTS WITH MISS BEAUTIFUL. CHAPTER 4: IF THE STONES COULD TALK

Written by: Marco A Romero

If beauty and dedication speak for themselves, the River Walk itself speaks for itself.

If the voices of disenchantment on the River Walk had been heard, no buildings would exist today, and thousands of passersby wouldn't have walked its paths each year, for it stands as a testament to the tenacity and vision of its former builders.

The River Walk, with its stones, its canals, its forms, and its structures, was a testament to the existence of men with tenacity and vision, who built inch by inch, stone by stone, year after year, and whose buildings we walk past today as a testament to their effort.

Every work speaks for itself, more through the stone than through disenchantment; by the tangible, than by the intangible, the work defines more by its existence than by the pretended essences of a non-existent character put by others in definitions far from its structure: the River runs, and it cannot be said that it is because of its drought and lack of water, in a premeditated and stipulated work of engineers and visionaries who solved the problems of too much or too little water in its time with its droughts and floods, because the two occurred as all examples of a nature that sometimes gives little or sometimes gives a lot, or sometimes nothing, and the decisions of that nature were visible in the Paseo del Rio, because it solved the enormous problems of an incipient city in growth, in abundance as in drought.

The works are testimonies made by hands, in stones and canals, not words that produce nothing but restlessness and oblivion.

Thus, there was the possibility of leaving the Wild River as it was, unchanged, and letting the waters flow naturally, forming as nature had intended, a serpent shaped like a "U" that would pass through various streets of the former city in 1932, and then discharge its waters south, abandoning the metropolis; except it wasn't the river that got in the way of the city, but the city that got in the way of the river and we populated it and blocked it and gave it instructions to run in direct channels, and like all good thinkers and architects of our own destiny, we put dikes to hold back the waters and kept the course of the "U" for recreation and beauty, with buildings and shopping centers, while the other flow of the river would no longer turn in a "U" but would run straight, in a lying "I" and through a horizontal channel the north would join with the south of the river, so we wouldn't interfere with its currents, and we would also build huge dikes and channels that would run hidden and underground in heavy cement slabs passing streets and canals, which would try to avoid the painful floods of 1890 and 1921, to mention a few, in such a way that those heavy cement slabs would pass streets and canals, while above them structures and urbanizations were built: buildings above, cement slabs below.

A work of engineering, of astute and daring people who dared to modify the inertia of a serpentine path to transform it into a beautiful paradise, just like the lives that pass through it today; of astute people who resolved problems and saw when natural causes were ruining the human environment and decided to provide solutions. Today, it's a pleasure to see it in its beauty and exposition, and where the wild river of yesteryear has been transformed into a majestic work, worthy of admiration for thousands and thousands of passersby who tread its sidewalks almost 100 years later, a demonstration of what human power and will can do when resolving the natural intrigues of its time.

And since everything comes together in paradise, we must add the human element that participates not only in the physical beauty of the environment, but in the beauty that human beings create when they freely walk through those passages, and where love opens up paths, and builds them like any good engineer or architect of life, because down there, almost a hundred years later, a human being values the construction of a bridge, because there would be no history without frameworks, roofs and supports, and he was grateful for the rain and the storms and the lightning when conjuring a spell of two souls, in a natural creation where there were no bulldozers, nor human personnel excavating in a river to forge a destiny, but a spontaneous creation, as life, that makes its way, and if those lovebirds had life or a future, the answer was there, because if anything could be said, it is that nature weaves stories every day, at all hours, in any place, and only lovers are capable of deciphering the enigmas of destiny, like any couple in encounter, and the coin was tossed in the air, as in the game of love, waiting to fall to the ground in Heads or Tails; heads for presence, or Tails for absence, to illuminate a story that was flying through the air, in the rapids and intricate paths of the Paseo del Rio.

"Why are you kissing me?" she asked, dismayed, staring into my eyes, without leaving my presence, while her hands rested on my biceps, and my hands touched her hips, and she questioned with regret, "Do you have problems with acceptance or belonging?"

"What?" I exclaimed, half perplexed and half-hearted, at the moment of a kiss that didn't let me enjoy it, and I argued and harangued: "Philosophy and Psychology with the kiss, in theory applied to reality?"... and I insisted like a soldier that somebody else wanted to take his life, if kisses meant losing lives, instead of winning them.

I apologize,” I harangued, offering a philosophical justification, “but interrupting kisses is like ice cream falling to the floor and its flavor is not enjoyed because of the sudden break in the moment,” to which she smiled at the naiveté of the explanation, and I explained in detail that when the ice cream fell to the floor, the lips were just beginning to appreciate the flavor of the chocolate, and therefore the interruption should be considered a “penalty” and as in soccer games, it is two free throws onto the field, which, in our case, would imply two free kisses in my full interpretation of the rules of the game, made by me, because she plays on my court, that is, on my bridge because I discovered it first, and Christopher Columbus arrived here first, because this is about the Discovery of America, literally speaking, on the Crocket Street Bridge, and she was the American who got on my boat, because I arrived first to the bridge and discovered it first, to begin with!

And what did the gentleman say?! "Are we here with VanGogh taking naturist photographs, teaching history classes, and playing soccer in a Parisian field on the River Walk?” she replied confidently, while explaining the psychology of kissing on trilateral issues like any good woman who not only multitasks, but also presents multiple arguments in courtrooms and courtrooms... Are kisses acceptance or belonging?" she asked again.

And a bolt of lightning struck the horizon again, and she succumbed once more in my arms. Hugging me tightly around the neck, I took the opportunity to hug her and touch her back. While she leaned against my chest and remained silent, she lifted her face, looked into my eyes, and offered another soft kiss, closing her eyes. After which she leaned against my chest and remained silent, knowing she would ask me why I kissed her again, in a feminine subtlety, which I supported by enjoying the moment to the fullest with her presence.

Is a kiss a belonging or an acceptance? I inquired again after her juicy lips brushed mine to verify the realities of an event in response to her question, and the rain intensified and bathed the trees and sidewalks in an unparalleled spectacle, or perhaps it was she who imprinted magic on the moment with her presence, because a woman admired for her beauty generates a natural attraction, and is like a gravitational magnet that emerges just as the Sun revolves around the Earth, and although there is a distance between them, the attraction is perceived in the environment, playful, invisible, inexplicable, rotating, but also attractive and existing, and then the hidden laws of the Universe are transmitted in her genes, in the way life unfolds in the Universe, and surreptitiously exposes the laws of attraction to maintain a balance in love for a creation, and manifested just as a mother with her children in her genes.

If the attraction of the Sun on Earth did not generate movement, life on Earth would not exist, and then there were the hidden answers of the universe in the love in Humans beings, who would have to perform their movements so that the perfect harmony of both could flow in an environment, and there could be life and existence on Earth.

Was the kiss the Big Bang of creation? I replied, to which she answered, "Don't go that far, sir." Then again, I replied that the crush and explosion of the Big Bang gave life on Earth, and exploded into happiness, creating souls and rocks and rocks exploding and flying in the Universe. To which she replied if they were images of repressed desires, and I explained that we weren't in transactional therapy but in a chance encounter, talking about geophysics in the Universe.

She laughed, remained silent, didn't want to answer, and after a while, thoughtful, she expressed it, still leaning on my chest, as if whispering when you no longer want to fight to win, but rather concede to listen: "There are times," she indicated, "when we don't need to talk, to speak."

And she planted another kiss that disarmed me like lightning, and there was a silence, a tremendous silence. She caressed my face with her hands, her juicy lips, Mexican lemonade on a sunny day, leaving the soul satisfied by the pleasant contact of the liquid and the delicacy of her skin that transported me to the Moon, so to speak.

Thus, nature had already printed her painting, and in silence, we enjoyed the presence, when presence symbolizes only being, simply being and enjoying the person in silence, while my hands brushed her curved hips, and she settled down to stay on my chest, in a complement, in a harmony, just like the Universe, in silence, under the bridge in the rain.

Outside, the leaves of the trees continued moving happily as they received the rain that came pouring down from the sky. The rain moved in time with the crazy wind that made waves of water, and like a baseball at first base, threw the streams of water onto passersby's faces to second base, and the drops of water drilled hard into the sidewalks of the River in a unique spectacle of nature, where two human beings, there, below the bridge, participated in silence of intimate caresses and heavenly encounters, while nature threw all its beauty, putting all its elements to work to seal an encounter intoning in unison Beethoven's 5th Symphony in an unparalleled concert, between kisses and caresses, and lightning and thunder, and sounds of wind, questioning destiny, if a love story would be heard there.

Marco Romero 10/26/25 Marco Romero 10/26/25

LAS MIL Y UNA NOCHES CON MISS BEAUTIFUL CAP 4: SI LAS PIEDRAS PUDIERAN HABLAR

Si la belleza y la dedicación dice algo, lo dice el Paseo del Rio.

Si las voces de antaño de desencanto en el Paseo del Rio se hubieran escuchado, ninguna construcción existiría en el presente, y transeúntes no habrían caminado por sus senderos cada año en miles, porque es un testimonio de la tenacidad y visión de sus antiguos constructores.

El Paseo del Rio era un testimonio con sus piedras y sus canales y sus formas y sus establecimientos al existir hombres con tesón y con visión, que construyeron palmo a palmo, piedra a piedra, año tras año y en cuyas construcciones se caminan hoy como testimonio de un esfuerzo.

Toda obra habla por sí misma, más por la piedra que por el desencanto; por lo tangible, que por lo intangible, la obra define más por su existencia que por las pretendidas esencias de un carácter inexistente puesto por otros en definiciones alejadas de su estructura: el Río corre, y no se puede decir que es por su sequía y falta de agua, en una obra premeditada y estipulada de ingenieros y visionarios que resolvieron los problemas de mucha o poca agua en su tiempo con sus sequías e inundaciones, porque las dos se daban como toda muestra de una naturaleza que a veces da poco o a veces da mucho, o a veces nada, y las decisiones de esa naturaleza estaba visible en el Paseo del Rio, porque resolvió los problemas ingentes de una incipiente ciudad en crecimiento, en abundancia como en sequía.

Las obras son testimonios hechos en manos, en piedras y canales, y no palabras que nada producen más que desasosiego y olvido.

Así pues, se tenía la posibilidad de dejar el Rio silvestre, tal cual, sin cambio, y dejar que las aguas corrieran natural, y formaran como la naturaleza lo había estipulado, una serpiente convertida en “U” que pasaría por diversas calles de la otrora ciudad en 1932, y descargaría después sus aguas hacia el Sur, abandonando la metrópoli; excepto que no fue el Rio, el que se interpuso en la ciudad, sino fue la ciudad la que se interpuso en el Rio y lo poblamos y lo bloqueamos y le dimos instrucciones de correr en canales directos, y como todo buen pensador y arquitectos de nuestro propio destino, pusimos diques para contener las aguas y conservamos el recorrido de la “U” para recreación y belleza, con edificios y centros comerciales, mientras que el otro caudal del Rio ya no voltearía en “U” sino recorrería directo, en una “I” acostada y a través de un canal horizontal se uniría el Norte con el Sur del Rio, con lo cual no interferiríamos con sus corrientes, y además construiríamos diques y canales grandísimos que irían ocultos y subterráneos en lozas pesadas de cemento pasando calles y canales, con lo cual se trataría de evitar las penosas inundaciones de 1890 y 1921, por mencionar algunas, de tal manera que esas lozas pesadas de cemento pasarían calles y canales, mientras quee arriba se construían edificios y urbanizaciones: edificios arriba, lozas abajo.

Obra de Ingeniería, de astutos y osados que se atrevieron a modificar las inercias de un camino en serpiente para convertirlo en un paraíso bello al igual que las vidas cuando por ellas pasan hoy; de astutos, que resolvieron planteamientos, y vieron cuando las causas naturales estropeaban el entorno humano, y decidieron poner soluciones, y que por hoy da gusto verlo en su belleza y exposición, y donde el salvaje Rio de antaño, se transformó en una obra majestuosa, digna de admirarse para miles y miles de transeúntes que pisan sus aceras casi 100 años después, en una demostración de lo que hace el poder y la voluntad humana al resolver las intrigas naturales de su tiempo.

Y como todo se conjunta en paraísos, falta agregar el elemento humano que participa ya no tan sólo en la belleza física del entorno, sino en la belleza que propicia el ser humano cuando libremente camina por esos pasajes, y donde el amor abre pautas, y los construye como todo buen ingeniero o arquitecto de la vida, porque ahí, abajo, casi cien años después, un ser humano valoriza la construcción de un puente, porque no habría historia sin entramados, techos y soportes, y agradecía la lluvia y las tormentas y los relámpagos al conjurar un hechizo de dos almas, en un creación natural donde no hubo bulldozers, ni personal humano realizando excavaciones en un Rio para forjar un destino, sino una creación espontánea, como la vida, que se abre paso, y si esos tórtolos tenían vida o futuro, la respuesta estaba ahí, porque si algo se podría decir, es que la naturaleza trama historias todos los días, a todas horas, en cualquier lugar, y sólo los amantes son capaces de descifrar los enigmas del destino, como toda pareja en encuentro, y la moneda estaba echada al aire, como en el juego del amor, esperando caer al suelo en Cara o Sol; cara por presencia, o Sol por ausencia, para iluminar una historia, que estaba volando en los aires, en los raudales y caminos intrincados del Paseo del Rio.

.- Por qué usted me besa?… inquirió ella consternada, mirándome fijamente a los ojos, sin despegarse de mi presencia, mientras sus manos recaían en mis bíceps, y las manos mías tocaban sus caderas, y ella cuestionaba con pesadumbre “Tiene usted problemas de aceptación o pertenencia?”

.-Que?…exclamé entre perplejo y atolondrado por el momento de un beso que no dejó disfrutar y argüí y arengué: “Filosofía y Sicología con el beso, en teoría aplicada a la realidad?”… y embutí como soldado que le querían quitar la vida, si besos implicaban perder vidas, en vez de ganarlas.

Os pido una disculpa -arengué para dar una justificación filosófica- “pero interrumpir besos es como el ice cream que cae al piso y su sabor no se disfruta por el quiebre repentino del momento, a lo cual ella sonrió por la ingenuidad de la explicación, y le esclarecí con detalle que al caer el ice cream al suelo, los labios apenas empezaban a apreciar el sabor del chocolate, por lo cual la interrupción debería ser considerado “penal” y como en los partidos de futbol, son dos tiros libres a la cancha, lo cual, en nuestro caso, implicaría dos besos libres en mi plena interpretación de las reglas del juego, hechas por mi, porque ella juega en mi cancha, es decir, en mi puente porque yo lo descubrí primero, y Cristobal Colón llegó primero aquí, porque esto se trata del Descubrimiento de America, literalmente hablando, en el puente de Crocket Street, y era ella la americana que se subía a mi embarcación, porque yo llegué primero al puente y lo descubrí primero, para empezar!

.- Y el señor que dijo?! defendió ella y “estamos aquí con VanGogh retratando fotografías naturistas, dando clases de historia, y jugando futbol en un campo parisino en el Paseo del Río?, replicó ella confiada, mientras explicaba la sicología del beso en temas trilaterales como toda buena mujer que no tan sólo hace múltiples cosas a la vez, sino presenta múltiples argumentos en casa de acusados y jueces… Los besos son aceptación o pertenencia?, preguntó nuevamente.

Y un rayo cayó de nuevo en el horizonte y ella sucumbió nuevamente en mis brazos, y abrazándome fuertemente por el cuello, aprovecho para abrazarla y tocar su espalda, mientras ella se recuesta sobre mi pecho, y se mantiene en silencio, levanta su cara, mira mis ojos y ofrece otro beso suave, cerrando sus ojos, después de lo cual se recargó en mi pecho y permaneció en silencio, sabiendo que me preguntaría por qué la besé de nuevo, en una sutileza femenina, que apoyé por disfrutar el momento a plenitud con su presencia.

Un beso es una pertenencia o una aceptación? inquirí de nuevo después de que sus labios jugosos rozaron los míos para checar las realidades de un evento en respuesta a su pregunta, y la lluvia arreciaba y bañaba los árboles y las banquetas en un espectáculo sin igual, o quizás era ella la que le imprimía la magia al momento con su presencia, porque la mujer admirada por su belleza, genera una atracción natural, y es como un imán gravitacional que surge tal como el Sol gira alrededor de la Tierra, y aunque existe una distancia entre ellos, la atracción se percibe en el ambiente, juguetona, invisible, inexplicable, rotativa, pero también atrayente y existente, y entonces las leyes escondidas del Universo son transmitidas en sus genes, en la forma en que la vida se desenvuelve en el Universo, y subrepticiamente expone las leyes de atracción para sostener un balance en el amor por una creación, y manifestada tal cual la madre con los hijos en sus genes.

Si la atracción del Sol en la Tierra no genera movimiento, vida en la Tierra no habría y entonces ahí estaban las respuestas escondidas del universo en el amor en los seres humanos, que tendrían que realizar sus movimientos para que la perfecta armonía de ambos fluyera en un entorno, y pudiera tener vida y existencia en la Tierra.

El beso era el Big Bang de la creación? le respondí a lo que ella asentó “no vaya tan lejos caballero” y yo le respondí que el flechazo y explosión del Big Bang dió vidas en la Tierra, y explotó en felicidad creando almas y rocas y rocas explotando y volando en el Universo, a lo cual ella respondió que si eran imágenes de deseos reprimidos, y le contesté que no estábamos en terapia transaccional sino en un encuentro casual, y hablando de geofísica en el Universo.

Rió, calló, no quiso responder, y después de un cierto tiempo, ella pensativa, lo expresa aún recargada en mi pecho, como susurrando cuando ya no se quiere pelear para ganar, sino conceder para escuchar: “Hay veces, indicó ella, que no necesitamos hablar, para decir.”

Y estampó otro beso que como rayo me desarmó y hubo un silencio, tremendo silencio, acarició mi cara con sus manos, en labios jugosos, limonada mexicana en día asoleado, dejando satisfecho al alma por el contacto agradable del liquido y el manjar de su piel que transportaba a la Luna, por decir.

Así pues, la naturaleza había ya estampado su cuadro, y callados, disfrutamos de las presencias, cuando las presencias simbolizan sólo estar, simplemente estar y disfrutar a la persona en silencio, mientras mis manos rozaban sus caderas en curva, y ella establecía quedarse en mi pecho, en un complemento, en una armonía, igual que el Universo, en silencio, debajo del puente bajo la lluvia.

Allá afuera, continuaban las hojas de los árboles moviéndose alegres al recibir la lluvia que venía del cielo a raudales, la lluvia se movía al compás del viento loco que hacía oleadas de agua, y como el beisbol en primera base, arrojaba a segunda base los caudales sobre transeúntes en sus caras, y las gotas de agua taladraban fuerte las aceras del Río en un espectáculo único de naturaleza, donde dos seres humanos, ahí, abajo del puente, participaban en silencio de caricias intimas y encuentros celestiales, mientras que la naturaleza arrojaba toda su belleza, poniendo a trabajar todos sus elementos para sellar un encuentro entonando al unísono la 5a Sinfonía de Beethoven en un concierto sinigual, entre besos y caricias, y relámpagos y estruendos, y sonidos de viento, cuestionando el destino, si una historia de amor se escucharía ahí.

Marco Romero 10/24/25 Marco Romero 10/24/25

LAS MIL Y UNA NOCHES CON MISS BEAUTIFUL

Cómo describiría en video un cuento?

https://youtu.be/80OxqUbcT2c

Marco Romero 10/17/25 Marco Romero 10/17/25

“LA PLAZA” EN MARCO’S GARAGE

Cómo las amigas, a veces, inspiran momentos.

Platicas con ellas, tomas un café (me debes uno),ríen, gozan de momentos de la vida, disfrutan conversaciones y admiras la belleza interior mientras ambos realizan trabajos distintos; pero en un loco, qué todos tenemos un poco, cómo lo pintaría y cómo realizaría un sketch? y qué diría?

El sketch se llama “La Plaza” y se encuentra en Marco’s Garage.

Marco Romero 10/17/25 Marco Romero 10/17/25

LAS RECOMENDACIONES DE BOCA EN BOCA Y LA LEY DEL INTERNET DE LAS MULTITUDES.

Somos de la época donde las recomendaciones corrían de boca en boca.

Encontábamos aprecio en el saludo, en el tomar manos, en el decir “Buenos días, como estás?” en una cultura latina; mientras que en una cultura americana, los ojos, el destello, la mirada agradable, el "how is it going?", "whats the word", "What's up!"

No existía esa prontitud o rápidez por llegar a las primeras listas de popularidad, porque la palabra de lo bueno, corría de boca en boca.

Usted notaba la calidad del producto por todas las tareas qué hacia, las funciones, qué desarrollaba, los beneficios qué traía con la compra.

Apple en sus inicios seria el ejemplo. Traia el procesador de escritura, tomaba fotos, escuchaba musica, quemaba peliculas, coleccionaba musica en su computadora, en fin, por un módico precio de $1000.00

No existían las listas compradas, los Facebook adds, y todo se hacía de poco en poco, día a día, como las buenas comidas cuyo sabor depende del cocimiento, porque lo importante no es llegar primero, sino llegar, con un esfuerzo sólido, sin relámpagos qué se miran en el cielo por un segundo, y después dejan de alumbrar.

Lo bueno… Como en Appple permanece,, no necesita publicidad, porque sus misma estructuras sostienen el producto.

Los productos se confeccionaba día a día, se perfeccionaban tácticas y métodos para realizar mejores trabajos, y era en el trabajo donde cada una de las cosas se perfecccionaban.

La vistosidad no llegaba por volumenes a como lo hizo llegar el internet con la ley de las cantidades, donde si un million tenía acceso a tus espacios, por consecuencia un millón tendría acceso a tus productos y servicios, y por consiguiente las probabilidades de qué el producto lo conociera un million de personas serían altisímas y el producto estaría en millones de personas: Un anuncio en el SUPERBOWL y se tiene cerca de 13 millones de audiencia hablando de un producto o servicio.

No me interprete mal.

No es qué lo desee.

Pero existen miles de diferencias entre las companías multinacionales Nestle, Coca Cola y Gatorade con una infinidad de recursos artisticos, humanos, y financieros, cuyo millones de dólares invertidos en empleados, en publicidad, en televisoras y medios masivos, a un ser humano como yo, más así como usted, un simple humano, qué como microempresarios jugamos a ser delanteros, porteros, valets, jugamos en el media campo, somos entrenadores y capitanes y jugadores y de los qué traen las aguas a los jugadores; porque como microempresarios hacemos esto y mucho más.

Y pregúntele a un microempresaro, de esos que vamos a asesorías a UTSA en Small Business Development, y sacamos conversaciones como estas, y a esos profesores y su personal siempre dispuesto a ayudar, a empujar hacia el logro de los objectivos de cada microempresario en Texas.

Excelente personal, muy capacitado.

Así qué mientras llega la etapa de crecimiento, agúanteme, porque ando visitando lugares, daándole agua a los jugadores, ofreciendo tarjetas de presentacion, saludando gente, hablando con ellos, divirtiéndome y sí, realizando ventas de Bodas y Quinceaños.

Espero verlo pronto a usted, y gozar de su compañía con la serie de opciones qué tenemos para usted, y aquellos que han pasado por ahí y hemos estrechado manos y conversaciones, mil gracias por su presencia; sus presencias revitalizan, y dan alegrías a mi persona.

Mil gracias.

Marco Romero 10/6/25 Marco Romero 10/6/25

CHAPTER TWO: CONVERSATIONS IN THE ATTIC

In writing, there is a story entitled "The Thousand and One Nights with Ms Beautiful", it is the story of a beautiful girl who one day appears on the scene in a river, and a passerby is turned on by her beauty. The passerby doesn't know how to get her attention and promises Ms. Beautiful that if she goes to the river every day, at a certain time, he would give her something special. But Ms Beautiful was afraid to meet the passerby because she did not know the intentions of the stranger - nor even her own - and the passerby has a sixth sense so every day he gives something to the beautiful lady, and that something is related to her fears and chores and positions. And as the beautiful woman meets the foreigner, her fears and her own questions dissipate and others arise, and so they spend nights and nights and hundreds of nights.

The lady gets used to her presence and one day she goes to the river, and does not locate the foreigner, she does not know what happened, and begins to ask those who were nearby if they had seen him; and since she was beautiful, some take the opportunity to woo her, others to lie to win her attention, others to invent stories of the foreigner because there was envy in their hearts, because she had noticed him. And the beautiful lady, not only she was beautiful but intelligent, and among all the comments of all the interns she has to form a puzzle, with a labyrinth with entrances and exits, and she has to discover and decipher what happened to her friend, and where he could have gone, and find out why?

And then she embarks on that journey, and decides to go look for him, and as she goes in his search, she finds something: memories and more memories, conversations she had with him, and then she follows the clues of her heart, because she knew that if she did not delve into her heart, she would not find him.

That search for him, was love or it was a need for love, or it was a habit, or it was love at the moment, or it was love for the person, or it was the care for the person who had given her pleasant moments, or it was what she discovered inside her, or it was one of the capacities that she had not discovered in herself what threw her into that adventure... but why did she look for him? ... Was it, by herself, to have a purpose in herlife? Or it was, because she had a game of wanting to catch him to enjoy him, because she was seduced by the idea of having him, but not owning him.... Why did she look for him? Those were the questions, and finally that is the story of real love when love touches people, because the idea becomes thought, and thought becomes action.

.- What would be the topics?

I already said it, love.

Sometimes love makes us giants or dwarfs; love elevates, or destroys; love gives life, or annihilates; love does good, or does evil; love rises to the highest levels of exelsitude, or love sends to hell; love builds, or love destroys. The great wonder of the human being is that relationship with love, and that is a personal matter.

Marco Romero 9/25/25 Marco Romero 9/25/25

LA COREOGRAFIA

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Marco Romero 9/24/25 Marco Romero 9/24/25

CHAPTER ONE: CONVERSATIONS IN THE ATTIC

.- How do we start?

Octavio Paz said, paraphrasing George Wells "telling the truth in a culture of lies is a revolutionary act."

.- Are you a Revolutionary?

Didn't you see it? We propose new ways of doing things. Conceive ideas from other perspectives.

.- If you were a revolutionary, who would you look like?

To Emiliano Zapata. The land is the one who works it. Land and Freedom! Land to produce fruit, freedom to sow the fruit

.- What Fruit?

The one who tastes good! The one that tastes rich for the same freedom as the fruit processed in our body, offers to our body, because we eat what we know. Nobody eats a meal that knows neither its flavor nor its nutrients.

.- You talk about Revolutionary, which implies defending a cause. What is the cause?

The one that interests you! The one that is important! Freedom is important!

The land is important, because it is in it, where we sow the fruits, that's why it proclaims it: Land and Freedom!

But not everyone wants the same fruit...

That is why everyone have their own land; to sow in their own land the appropriate fruit to their liking, and that is part of the freedom to choose; but it is not valid, to come and sow other fruits in some else’s property, because it erodes the fruit, which the legitimate owner of the land intends to collect, that is, there must be a culture of respect, not only in regards to expression, but also for the property of others, and for what is sown.

.- But aren't they all the same?

Oh yes, Indeed! That's why there are lands of grapes, apples, watermelons, wheat, onions, in short. The good producer, when he wants his own land, informs himself, takes knowledge, prepares, and his ideas turns them into facts, in his own land, because what he produces, is a symptom of his care, of his knowledge, of his specialty, and then he connects his words, his chores, his thoughts, his mouth, his hands, in the realization of something physical, and there is a connection between what I think in my head, and what I do with my own hands, in the real world, in my own land.

How beautiful, isn't it? ... That's called authenticity. We know who produces the fruit, where it is produced, has its own name and that is its distinction.

All human beings come to produce a fruit, not on other people's land, but on our own land, because that is the challenge of life, that is the personal contribution to life.

.- What is its fruit?

D'Bodas & XV Anos

.- What does that fruit intend for?

Several things.

Ask questions in a family or future family, and have them elaborate their answers. These questions exist through programs, writings, videos, love narratives. The stories bring questions, paint relationships, point out attitudes between men and women who try to cope through love. But love has edges, love has its thorns "if you have to look at a rose you have to look at the thorn," right? Napoleon does it through singing, we at D' Bodas @ XV Anos do it through stories, audio and/or video productions. That's the challenge. Let those who listen elaborate questions, about their relationships, and the relationships we establish.

We already have certain statistics in geographical areas where divorces increase, they come to represent 50% compared to the registration of marriages. I come from there, and if I can contribute something in what I can, in what I have, I offer it, and if I can do something to reduce those statistics I offer it with what I have: my hands, my voice, my creativity to do it, to instigate, to ask, to rethink, to idealize, to solve, to conceptualize in other terms, under other structures; but I am also not blind, to see that sometimes it is better to "break" because another person is destroying your own, and it is necessary to move away, and we will also deal with it.

Now I'm practical! From the said to the fact, without copy and paste, I am producing a novel on radio, and that is a creative challenge, where we can raise questions, but not as the mass media have tried to project love as in "Gone with the Wind" with the handsome character and the girl a princess in her beauty in paradisiacal landscapes; but rather, more popular, more you and me, in some purchases at the supermarket, real, not painted as "Maria la del Barrio", disguised as "squirm with a combination of prince charming", but rather real, of people who suffer, who make decisions without the Eloquence of "Decisions" of Telemundo, but rather, real; these segments will listen to them, cry, laugh, but they are real aspects, not paradisiacal, more ours, more villagers, more local, more you and me, without the great scenarios of television that disguise the situations in paradisiacal and distant environments of what we are, but more the real. It's a RadioNovela, you'll love it!