Couldn't help it - It's English

Alright, so I've got no accents nor other ortographical symbols for my spanish posts. Then I must use English. I do hope you can understand English. It's the lingua franca of the business world, that is, communication between 'strange' language nations.
It's the Grinch singing now and before it was the Chipmunks. Yeah, it gets quite animated here in the blue lighted front desk during christmas. We have three beautiful metal christmas trees with lights. Mind you, the blue lights are on all year round. 
Wait! It's Feliz Navidad by Jose Felicicano! Must pause to head bang, yeah.
Jingle bells, the electricity bill for this place must be well over $2,000. Although on second thought, it could be cheaper. Why? Because the island runs on oil. And oil being cheaper at the moment means there are a few savings. It's crazy, I know. The little island of Puerto Rico runs like a moped motorbike. No nuclear reactor, no coal. Although they did plant over 40 modern windmills in the south making the view towards the ocean seem like a white futuristic pain in the eye. There were protests against this ugly things because they use prime fertile land and emit funny sounds, but hey it saves 0.00 cents. And we import 85% of food. Go figure. Some protesters were even arrested. Arrest the politicians that have such propositions happen. At one point those politicians wanted to have a gasduct pipeline built through the middle of the island like a giant snake cousin of Godzilla. This time it would've saved 0.03 cents, nice. I sometimes wonder what goes through their heads. Yes, they are giving projects to their smart school mates plus all those incentives and policies that look like an enciclopedia britannica book. Hey there is some serious work going on at the Capitol. Hard, hard work. No time to look out the window and enjoy the way the ocean or park is kissed by the sun. 
Sun! what? Solar power is not new gentlemen. And there is no hibernation period in this island of the Caribbean. The roofs of buildings here will never become like the hanging gardens of the byzantinean time. Why can't we use those roofs?? It's tedious bureaucratic work which keeps it from happening. But I thought you politicians liked to work. 
I better go back to the Grinch and the Chipmunks before my mind starts the politic tick rant... After all I'm boricua pa que tu lo sepas B)

El solsticio de invierno

 Aqui en el Global Lounge del aeropuerto suena la musica de navidad en ingles. La musica no es mala, solo que pues acabas pensando sobre la identidad del pais y ese otro enorme, el U.S. of A. Ahora que Cuba ha quedado desvelada surge un aspecto confuso en Puerto Rico. Que no se si la gente se ha dado cuenta, pero tiene que ver mucho con como ganarse las habichuelas como pais. Que va a pasar con el turismo?? Pero bueno ahora no es momento de analizar esa situacion. 
Se acerca la navidad y pase lo que pase (si han matado a dos policias o la gente protesta el poder amenazador de la policia) es como un deber estar feliz estos ultimos dias del ano. Y que nos perdonemos y nos abrazemos. Incluso a los Yankis queridos estilo "perdonalos por que no saben lo que hacen". (Solo para aclarar tengo muchos amigos americanos a los que quiero mucho.  Es el sistema corrupto en el que muchos son atrapados, el que es y seguira siendo criticado fuertemente por aquellos que luchan por la justicia.) 
Silent night. Love. Peace. 
Blacklivesmatter. Eric Garner. Ferguson. Climate Change. Peshawar, Pakistan. Ayotzinapa.
Como poner esos horrores a un lado al cantar una cancion de navidad?
Definitivamente Noche de Paz es la numero uno para aliviar el corazon y la mente. Y despues seguir con "El jolgorio esta..." y pa'l carajo que en este pais si saben festejar y hacer que las caras tristes exploten con una sonrisa. 
"Saludos, saludos vengo a saludar..." - ADVERTENCIA: RITMO CONTAGIOSO

uno, dos, tres test. 
Hoy comienza mi blog.
Trata sobre el venus que llevamos dentro.
Sobre esa especie misteriosa que nos hace luchar.
Sobre aquello que nos hace dar la mano y decir hola o adiós.