Dear World (of Money), I hate you

There is a saying I've heard that says 'with money, the dog dances'. This means money is so powerful that even a dog will dance for it, or another way, anyone even dogs will do anything for money.

I have never seen a dancing dog, but I'm sure there is people who would make dogs dance to get some money. I once met a guy who openly told me money is the most important thing in life, he was not afraid of saying it, and most of his talks had to do with some money-related issue. I didn't like him, and I'm sure many others didn't either.

Recently, I've seen on the news that there are murders, shootings, corruption, chasings, kidnapping, and other bad things, all of them because some people want money, more and more, and they don't care about rules, and about innocent people's lives. Sometimes it seems like a war, hidden where we cannot see it, but truly happening.

And yeah, I know money is important. We have to eat, we need some place to call home, we need transportation, we need to have fun every now and then, and so on. And I have realized money makes the world keep on turning. In fact, I know of 3 things that if you have them, or just know how to handle them, you become incredibly powerful, and they are money, sex, and guns.

WTH is wrong with this world!!

I'm like a beginner in this world of money, but I alread know what I'm about to face. I need to be prepared. I just hope I don't forget that I don't want to become a part of this sick world.

I would rather be happy, than rich.

Tick Of Time

… so I'll take that train and ride.

wishing, hoping I can write her a rhyme, 

that might stop the tick of time

Facundo Cabral (1937 - 2011)

"Escapa de los que compran lo que no necesitan, con dinero que no tienen, para agradar a gente que no vale la pena"

Lo que no te toca, ni aunque te pongas,
y lo que te toca, ni aunque te escondas!

Ode an die Freude

Friedrich von Schiller

O Freunde, nicht diese Töne!
Sondern lasst uns angenehmere anstimmen
und freudenvollere!

Freude, schöner Götterfunken,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligtum!
Deine Zauber binden wieder,
Was die Mode streng geteilt;
Alle Menschen werden Brüder,
Wo dein sanfter Flügel weilt.


Wem der grosse Wurf gelungen,
Eines Freundes Freund zu sein,
Wer ein holdes Weib errungen,
Mische seinen Jubel ein!
Ja, wer auch nur eine Seele
Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund!
Und wer’s nie gekonnt, der stehle
Weinend sich aus diesem Bund.

Freude trinken alle Wesen
An den Brüsten der Natur;
Alle Guten, alle Bösen
Folgen ihrer Rosenspur.
Küsse gab sie uns und Reben
Einen Freund, geprüft im Tod;
Wollust ward dem Wurm gegeben,
Und der Cherub steht vor Gott!

Froh, wie seine Sonnen fliegen
Durch des Himmels prächt’gen Plan,
Laufet, Brüder, eure Bahn,
Freudig, wie ein Held zum Siegen.

Seid umschlungen, Millionen,

Diesen Kuss der ganzen Welt!

Brüder! Überm Sternenzelt

Muss ein lieber Vater wohnen.

lhr stürzt nieder, Millionen?

Ahnest du den Schöpfer, Welt?

Such' ihn über'm Sternenzelt!

Über Sternen muss er wohnen.