PIN PON

Years ago, when I used to wOrk at Telefònica, it happened that sometimes you had the chance to talk to a celebrity. Here's what happenned to me: I was asked to comunicate someone to Mexico, a person to person call, I must say that his voice was pretty familiar, it was a little something like this:

me: who's speaking in Chile , Sir?

J. Guerra: Jorge Guerra

...that was followed by a big silence, because when saying his name it was obvoius who he was.

me: Pin Pon??!!

J. Guerra: hahaha, yes, it's me.

me: I can't believe it!!! I loved Pin Pon when I was a child!!!

he laughed a lot after that "love declaration", and said to me "awwww that's so beautiful Amparito", he asked me if I had children, but by then I only had a niece, so he invited me to see his show at Cerro San Cristobal to take Belèn with me.

When I knew 4 days ago Pin Pon was dead, it was because I read a headline. I was at the beach so I never knew what was going on.

I truly don't have words to express what I felt, I'm not overreacting, but I a very important part of my childhood went away with him, really.

It's just like he was always there, my dad in fact has a tape in which I sing, when I was 4 or 5 "Pin Pon es un muñeco..." and after that " tonki tonki tonki ton...asì me lavo yo..."

It is that feeling that you have when your tears are falling, and you even feel surprised 'cause you never realized how deep you were touched by him. You only realized when you know he's not here anymore, and know that you can`t stand another image of him on the news about his loss, our " Muñeco de Algodòn", the Cotton Doll, your soul is into pieces, little pieces, the same pieces you created with his songs, his inocence. Those little pieces that helped you to be, one day, that inocent child, as children always should be.

Probably Pin Pon wasn't for our tv anymore, children are not as they used to. Nowadays, only a few of them can have fun with his songs. But, the other children, those who are more than 35 today...those...were touched by him, and they have a big mark on them tthat can not be deleted, and a terrible pain that can not be taken away by the biggest crying. Our Cotton Doll, has gone. I'll never see him again dancing on uncle Valentin's piano. But he'll always be in my heart, and that beautiful memory I have, when I said "Pin Pon!! is that you??? Hello!!!!!!!! what I don't want to say is "Bye bye Pin Pon".

AT LAST!

We're leaving this city and we go to Guanaqueros beach...tomorrow morning!!! at last, the day has come (as that Celine Dion s0ng).

I'm in a hurry now, too many things to do, so...here this present for you:

By the way, I have nothing to do with the guy, I just thought it's a beautiful video, and the images.

WELCOME 2009!

Too many wishes, too many ideas...just one ending: December 2010 hahahaha

Happy New Year each and everyone of you!

IN A MOOD FOR CHRISTMAS BISCUITS?

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

You can see Ren, Stimpy, The Grinch and Santa through the window.

THE HORSE SKELETON

Every time I was going to Pichilemu, it was a part of the atraction. At the end of Nino's forrest, my grandpa, there was always a horse skeleton lying there.A part of our "reunion" with place was always to go through the forrest with aunt Marta. It was great to see the same old things there, the pines, the cypresses, the pass, and it was quite exciting to get to the end of it and to see that there it was, intact the skeleton of a horse.I never knew about its origin, to whom it belonged to, why it was there. I could say I considered it even emblematic. I was only 7 or 8 when my aunt took us, me and my brother and sister to see it. And we ran to get closeras if it was a sort of a pet that said hi to us every summer. Maybe, we even loved it.Time went by, I grew up, and it...was still there. In the same place, like making fun of me: "you are getting older and I am still the same". Nino started to sell the forrest, in parts, I mean plots of lands. That was the first sign everything was changing. Then, the inevitable: the law of the life did its thing and my grandpa passed away. It's stiil funny and unconfortable to me to go back there and see that georgeos land has now became into little towns or villages. There's even an evangelic church there. Anyhow. Years ago, being already married, I went through the forrest again, as a matter of fact, the part that still belong to the original forrest and of course my family. I went till the end of it, but the skeleton wasn`t there anymore. I wouldn't know how to describe what I felt, but I think a big part of mealso went away with that skeleton. It was a change. I was a pseudo way to tell me thing were different now.But last night I saw it. I saw it once more, in the same place, lying and resting, enjoying the frsh air of the coast. I would even say it blinked an eye to me. The only difference now it was that this time it was a dream I had.The advantage: I didn't have to pay my ticket for a bus, or travel by car, which gives me the hope that if I'm lucky I will be able to see it again.

THE POLAR EXPRESS IS CLOSER!

I can't wait. I just can't wait till next week. Because next week we're decorating our home with all our Christmas things. Every year we add something new, and this time it will be even more exciting 'cause there are 4 of us now!! Anyhow... a couple of years ago I found this in youtube. I love this song, and this is my way to say that even when I'm an adult...I still hear that bell.

P.S. Pay attention to the lyrics.