Just one sneeze and voilà

Hasn't it happened to you that you sneeze and the memories are fanned? It's like you're being reminded to: hey, look, I'm close, look for me.

Well, I decided to check some boxes that I have in the small closet in the bathroom, but I could only achieve it by climbing on a very dangerous chair from which I already fell once and nearly killed myself. 😮

I was looking for that picture where I'm almost hairless. Maybe there are a few more photos on a CD I saw inside the boxes, but I don't have a reader for that on my laptop.

That day we were recording my thesis documentary. It was a great, beautiful and busy experience. And I had help from many friends. I wish I could find those photographs one day. The thing is that before I had my house I moved so many times... I was like a snail with the house on my back, because I lived from rent to rent. I think I inhabited in each municipality of Havana for a while.

The photo/

Well, nothing, right now the one I have is only one I used to make a handmade cover,for that documentary with which I graduated.

This :P

You see, this is my official entry to the photo-memory-music-writing initiative. I don't want to tag anyone because when I start to editing the post because of my OCD disorder, it's going to be a rattle {😜}.

Immediately come the memories.

When I shaved my hair, of course. It is the first.

I was walking through Vedado, as I usually do, I let myself be carried away by intuition and walk aimlessly to discover whatever was left to be discovered ;). That day I fell into a barbershop chair and said to the barber: to zero.

What was on my mind?

Rebelliousness.

When my parents, my grandmother, my aunts saw me, oh, what a laugh. Those faces were a poem, or several. 😅

They didn't know what to say. It's that my nose looked longer. The change was abrupt, and I told them I wanted to look like someone I liked very much. Of course I was never like her.

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I bring Sinéad O'Connor here to honor her after her physical disappearance. Since she rose to fame with Nothing Compares 2U, her life was often crossed by eccentricity, scandal, drama and an atrocious criticism like no artist ever endured. And all because of her rebellion. She was one of those people who spoke out without fear publicly if it did not seem appropriate, according to her beliefs. She resented the commercialism in the music industry, for example, that talent ended up becoming a simple saleable thing, stereotyped and turned into an object of sexual desire.

Do you know how this Irish singer shaved her hair? Someone suggested that she wear tighter clothes and let her hair grow, that is, they alluded to the fact that she should look more feminine.

So, Sinéad did the opposite, and like this, she went and interpreted that theme originally composed by Prince, and conquered half the world, because she made that song her own.

However, infinite sadness, separation, abuse... this and more Sinéad suffered until she died on July 26 at the age of 56. Surely she was always misunderstood. She faced enormous things that surpassed her. Perhaps was strong many times, but so much blow ended up crumbling it. I do not know. I didn't come to tell you the story of her life. It can be easily found on many sites. By the way, some defend her and others demonize her, and from so much biased information, you end up getting a perhaps very wrong idea of it. That's how the world works.

Well, what I was going for:

This CD contains my written thesis. Oh, what days those of not sleeping. Whole mornings at the College, where I could use a computer to work on it.

The documentary, I may be able to bring it to Hive, if that file is not damaged. I made about 10 or 15 copies, but I don't know if they already exist in the School of Journalism, because they also moved out of the green roof house that I pointed out in this post. And now they are next to the magazine where I work.

I also used to listen to other things at that time. I already said Apocalyptica. But specifically, in those endless early mornings, I also included The Corrs on my playlist. More Irish. Should I consider moving to Ireland? Irish sounds special, don't you think?

Serenity, a lot is going on. I must do a step by step about what I should do with the Yin, the vegetables, my sleep hours.

😏

Corrs.

It's that I lose the thread.

Oh, and this photo could not be missing as a bonus. 😂

(This is the record of fun after we were given the university degree. Was in front of the Karl Marx Theater, in the Havana neighborhood of Miramar)

(Esta es la constancia de la gozadera después de que nos dieran el título universitario. Fue frente al Teatro Karl Marx, en el habanero barrio de Miramar)

Do you know?, almost all my classmates have left Cuba and I have no idea where they are.

{So, You too can dust off memories in photos and bring some music with them. It is an open invitation, there is no deadline and you can join in as many times as you want, as mipiano says} --> These are the guidelines ;)/