{"id":275,"date":"2016-03-14T00:42:07","date_gmt":"2016-03-14T00:42:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tiempoeta.me\/?p=275"},"modified":"2016-03-14T00:42:07","modified_gmt":"2016-03-14T00:42:07","slug":"of-being-sad","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tiempoeta.me\/?p=275","title":{"rendered":"OF BEING SAD"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Can you tell me, my young and old friend, what is sadness? What do<br \/>\nyou mean when you say you are feeling sad? What, by all means, is<br \/>\nthe real meaning of sadness? It is a blessing, or a damned<br \/>\nsillyness? Why don\u2019t you say instead, I am felling gloomy or blue?<br \/>\nIt\u2019s not a matter of definition, it is a matter of questioning<br \/>\nyourself about what your sentiments are. That\u2019s all, and nothing more.<\/p>\n<p>Why do you say you feel sad all the times you see the beautiful<br \/>\nface of the woman you once loved so much? Is it because you remember<br \/>\nher when she was young and beautiful, and now, she is old and ugly?<br \/>\nDid you love her too much, so much that you\u2019ll forget her? Do you feel<br \/>\npity for you, for her, for the forgotten love? Do her forgotten<br \/>\nkisses, still haunt you, all night into dawn?<\/p>\n<p>You haven\u2019t sleep any more since you saw her last time. Maybe she is<br \/>\ndead, and you don\u2019t know it. You only know she disappeared one night<br \/>\nso completely that she never was seen again, dead or alive. Did she<br \/>\nleave you for another man and that is the reason for your sadness?<br \/>\nBecause she left you, don\u2019t you sleep any more? Do not be sad. Be<br \/>\nhappy, instead, it is more agreeable, does not hurt, does not cost even<br \/>\na penny. Love, maybe you can if you try hard enough, another woman,<br \/>\nan old flame? Do not smile, this is a serious matter.<\/p>\n<p>Well, what happened, ask the Raven. He answered by himself: from<br \/>\nhere, he is quite happy. Well, that\u2019s all, folks . We will see you again,<br \/>\nall of you, at the National Assembly. That will make someone happy,<br \/>\nothers sad. Me? Does not matter, For me, being sad and happy &#8211; it\u2019s the<br \/>\nsame thing. Pardon me, my cellphone is ringing. Oh, it&#8217;s the President!<br \/>\nQuel honneur! But, I will not answer.  I know what it is all about,<br \/>\nhe wants  me to be his personal assistant. But I do not want it, and I<br \/>\nwill not be! Maybe you, dear listener? But there is no reply. Why?<br \/>\nInternet, as usual, is gone, until tomorrow night. Then, it will not<br \/>\nmatter who is the Personal Assistant. The government will be overthrown<br \/>\nby then and a new dictatorship will be in place. Good riddance, to<br \/>\nyou all my friends. I shall send greetings from Canada, every<br \/>\nChristmas\u2018s Day and New Year, too. You shall send, if the weather be<br \/>\ngood, a CD containing Venezuela\u2019s villancicos. Like the most played<br \/>\none, The Cabra Mocha!  Happy seasons, to you, all my friends , from<br \/>\nbefore, now and forever. I will come back when Liberty be restored in<br \/>\nmy country. Maybe, by the year 3000?<\/p>\n<p>Or\u2026.   Internet is gone again. What a pity, my friends. We must be<br \/>\naccustomed to it, by now and by God, we will not be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Can you tell me, my young and old friend, what is sadness? What do you mean when you say you are feeling sad? What, by all means, is the real meaning of sadness? It is a blessing, or a damned sillyness? Why don\u2019t you say instead, I am felling gloomy or blue? 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