UN MUNDO SOBRE DOS PIERNAS.

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Me pregunto si alguien está pudiendo construir algo en este mundo descartable. Me pregunto si entre tanta conexión perdimos la capacidad de comunicarnos. Las ondas del wifi nos están afectando profundo, internet se enquistó en nuestros corazones y nos sentimos solos. Solos con nuestros teléfonos. En el contacto real hay una llave. El espejo que necesitamos para crecer. Nadie quiere verse envejecer. Madurar es poco sexy.  Nadie quiere ver sus mañas. Nadie quiere encontrarse con su oscuridad un domingo a las siete de la tarde. Nos vendieron que hay que ser libres. Pero, ¿somos libres cuando estamos escapando? ¿Dónde quedaron los “acá me quedo”? ¿Los te veo como una persona real y te elijo? ¿Los me estás mostrando algo que me incomoda pero quiero laburar para hacer de este espacio un hogar? Quiero que hagamos de este hilo que nos conecta una casa con plantitas y una chimenea, que las ventanitas tengan cortinas y una alfombra en la puerta que invite a entrar. A entrar a un espacio donde las máscaras quedan colgadas en el perchero. Tenemos un living que sirve para sentarse y también para bailar, en la puerta de la cocina nos abrazamos. Nos mostramos que nos pesan las ojeras del cansancio de buscar. Buscar cansa. Huir cansa. Dejar cansa. Necesito el remedio que trae mi ser. Ser es sommier de cuatro mil plazas, ser es estar, ser es aire, ser es transparencia, ser es amar, ser es arriba. ¿Vamos más arriba? ¿Querés venir a ser?

¿Cómo se invita a alguien a ser? Supongo que siendo. Soy esto y esto otro también. Soy un entero dividido en tres. 1/3 corazón, 1/3 mente y 1/3 cuerpo. Con el corazón tejo hilos invisibles, con la mente busco controlarlos y si no puedo, busco cortarlos, con el cuerpo los toco. A veces suenan como canciones preferidas, otras es todo todo ruido. No fluye.

Silencio.

En esta parte me apiló así: Corazón Mente Cuerpo

Esta pila es una Meli.

Ahora la mente corrige. Crítica. Dice que es mejor así: Mente Corazón Cuerpo

La mente quiere estar arriba. El cuerpo obedece. El corazón se calla.

Esta pila es un ego.

Ojalá pronto algo me haga latir tan fuerte que nunca más pueda escuchar a la mente.

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A veces me digo secretos. Me digo secretos cuando voy a hacer algo que me da miedo y cuando algo me queda bien. También me digo secretos cuando estoy triste y para hacerme reír, como cuando era chiquita y el susurro de mi papá me hacía cosquillas en la oreja. Me digo secretos cuando la vida cambia más rápido de lo que puedo entender y cuando estoy perdida. Te contaría lo que me digo, pero es un secreto y yo confío en mi. <3

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REALIZATIONS

My name is Meli Navas I am a virgin. When it comes to drugs. 

No, seriously I am such a virgin that a couple weeks ago my friend Kyra invited me over to smoke a joint, and you know Kyra, she is the type of person who always forgets about things. But in this case she forgot to tell me that the weed was VERY strong ESPECIALLY for a drug virgin like me. So after 2 hits I was out, floating in the Universe, having the spiritual journey of my life, high-fiving God in the face and obviously realizing shit.

The first thing I realized was: I have to leave this place. So I got on my bike and started riding it until I realized I was lost. And I have to tell you that I am the type of person whose face shows everything so as I started worrying I felt it was melting down in a way I have never felt before and that made me think: Wait! Maybe Kyra forgot to tell me that this weed was so strong that it could turn a person into an extraterrestrial, because I swear to God that if you have seen me that night I looked like fucking ET on a bike looking for HOOOOOOME.

Another realization I had is that there is something wrong with my country and it’s the people. Why do we have to be SO friendly? All you can hear in the streets is: Hey Amigo, amigo, amigo! ENOUGH ALREADY! I do not need more friends so keep that fucking friendship away from me! My friendzone is sold out and if you do not believe me, ask all the guys that I have been trying to hook up with! 

I was having one of those days that just when you think that it cannot get worse (than being ET and fighting the friendship in the streets of Argentina), it does (I was now straving). I didn’t know what to do, so I thought like a martian and it worked! I realized I had to find a light to guide me home and that Chris Martin was also high and lost the day he wrote Fix you. So I make a right and there it was THE LIGHT, I would lie to you if I say that it was beautiful and big, because it was ok and it had a decent size. But still I stood in front of it and said to it: TAKE ME HOME! This also reminded me of the night when I lost my other virginity, but I will leave that story for the future. Now let’s get back to this one, I was determined to enter the shinny tunnel and as I make a step I think: Wait! What if Kyra forgot to tell me that this weed was so strong that it could kill a human being? But I must admit that by this point I was high as fuck so I didn’t give a shit and I went inside. Once I was in the other side, I felt so much peace, it was amazing. This place had people but they wouldn’t talk to you, not even if you tried, and it had food, OMG lots of food! -although 90% of it was expired. I was in the most perfect Junkie Paradise, a.k.a. My Chino. So I grabbed all the food that I could hold in my hands, because as always, I didn’t want to pay for a plastic bag, and I went to the cashier to pay. THAT was the place where EVERYTHING HAPPENED. When I looked into my chino’s eyes I felt like I was finally discovering the reason why God put him on my path (or neighborhood). We had the most deep conversation through our chinese eyes and I have to admit that I learnt a lot. Chung Lee Junior Junior - that’s how I decided to call my chino, because of course he doesn’t talk to me, as he is like a living language barrier- is now my spiritual guide. He gave me 2 lessons I will never forget: 

1. I realized the type of person that Kyra is. A bad one. She intentionally raped me with drugs - my parents agreed with that. But it’s OK, we need more unfriendly people in Argentina.

2. I realized that when you are high, lost, feeling like ET, paranoid and hungry (or when Kyra rapes you with drugs), all you need to do is find your inner Chino and follow it. Because “Home is where your Chino is”. 

[fartoomean]

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I feel lost when I use the internet too much, because when you have been scrolling for hours all you can get in exchange is a brain full of duck faced selfies, car selfies, gym selfies, this is how I woke up selfie. Oh! and Pokemon hunters! And that to me, it’s like error 404: Intelligence Not Found. And when my intelligence is not found, I feel like the empty space in my head is replaced by a huge amount of air. Air that I would love to burp through my third eye, but unfortunately I do not know how to do that.

So I do something that I know how to do: go to the park, lie on the grass, and let the earth absorbe all the internet leftovers from my head. Because people say “you are what you eat”, so if I am eating too much internet, that means I will become a website. A bad website. A wordart-unphotoshoped-pictures-and-grey-buttons-to-click-on website. Or even worse, a selfie website and I DO NOT want to be that, because I want to be AWESOME. So I decide to start a digital diet right now, and instead of checking my cellphone for the millionth time, I start reading Rayuela. This book has 728 pages, I’m not sure if I will finish it before I die, in fact I don’t even know how Cortazar managed to finish it himself before he died. But that’s ok, I like extreme sports so CHALLENGE ACCEPTED! I reaaad a lot. Seriously A LOT, so much that I even reach chapter number one, and in that moment, a guy comes to me and asks: - Are you reading the bible? That’s when I realise that in this world you have 2 options: you can either be dumb or catholic, and I do not know which one I prefer, so then again I feel lost. 

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Ahogué mi celular pensando en que no te voy a hablar más por Whatsapp, ni por Facebook, ni por e-mail, tampoco por teléfono y menos en persona. No te voy a hablar más porque no a invitarte a casa. No voy a invitarte a mi casa porque no voy a cocinar milanesas a la napolitana con papas. No voy a cocinar porque no voy a comer con vos. No voy a comer con vos porque tampoco voy a tomar el vino que no está arriba de mi heladera. No voy a tomar vino porque no voy a poner a un tema de jazz. No voy a poner jazz porque no quiero que lo escuchemos. No quiero que lo escuchemos porque tampoco quiero que deje de sonar. No quiero que deje de sonar porque tampoco quiero haya una pausa. No quiero que haya una pausa porque si hay una pausa voy a sentir. Y si siento, voy a abrazarte muy fuerte.

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Zona de confort, sola de confort

De chiquita me daba mucho miedo ir a la habitación de mis papás sola. Porque había un espejo grande donde seguro iba a aparecer algo que nunca apareció, y porque quedaba “lejos” del living donde estaban todos. Mi mamá se daba cuenta de que no quería ir y me decía: - andá que yo te miro desde acá. Pero yo sabía que me mentía.  Porque no era posible que ella pudiese ver a través de las paredes, si ya tenía los súper poderes de escuchar a través de las paredes y cocinar. Pero yo me hacía la que podía, entonces trataba de juntar coraje y pensaba en dibujitos animados mientras caminaba por un pasillo eterno de 7 metros de largo. Llegaba a la puerta de la habitación siempre con el corazón acelerado y apenas conseguía lo que había ido a buscar, toda mi valentía se esfumaba y en un microsegundo apagada la luz y corría tan rápido como podía. Volvía a donde estaban todos tratando de disimular mi miedo y juro que estaba convencida de que me salía muy bien mentir con la cara. Pero no.

De grande me da mucho miedo el compromiso y el amor. Me da pánico perder mi libertad. Pero todavía no perdí eso de hacerme “la que puedo”. Por eso uso muchos emojis de corazones y suelo hablar de amor. Pero la verdad es que cada vez que me doy cuenta de que alguien me atrae en serio, vuelvo a ser chiquita y a querer apagar la luz para salir corriendo. Todo para volver a donde estaban todos tratando de disimular mi miedo, pero sintiéndome bastante boluda porque ya sé que mentir con la cara no puedo.

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My name is Meli Navas, I am 5 years old and I live in Buenos Aires with my mom and my dad.

My dad smells like coffee because he loves coffee. But I don’t like coffee, so I don’t smell like it. I smell like books because I read a lot.

My mom likes sushi, but I think she is confused because she doesn’t smell like it. Maybe what she really likes is the places that sell sushi. Maybe she doesn’t know that you can like places too.

Just like I like this bookstore. I love it because it is secretly connected to a coffee shop and because it smells like me and my dad hugging. 50% coffee. 50% books.  

Another place I like is this giant juke box. I know it’s ugly but I love it because it sounds like my grandma Lucia with a man voice. Maybe she changed it. I think that when you are a ghost you can do that and you can get into a house without being invited and takeover a swing at the playground without having to share it with your ghost friends. But what you can’t do is being alive. And that is not so cool. Because then you can’t feel places like this one. I love it because when the wind blows here all the leaves fall and I feel I’m inside of a snow globe. Like the one on my therapist´s desk. I think it’s from Italy. I have never felt that place, because I have never been on a trip before. But my mom says that one day I will travel around the world and that is why I have to pay more attention in my geography class.

The End.

Dedicated to the kid who was born inside of me, when I moved to Buenos Aires 5 years ago.

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When it comes to pets, you think that you can either be a cat person or a dog person. Well, let me tell you that you are wrong. The truth is that when it comes to pets you can either be a cat person, a dog person or you can be me: a “pets-run-away-from-this-person” person. You see, I was born with a strange syndrome, a mental condition in which apparently all pets bring out the Hitler inside of me.

Accepting this was very hard for my parents and for a long time they thought that it was pure coincidence when Roberto, my first grey rabbit, ran away from my Nazi concentration patio in 1989; and they really believed that it was an accident when Lila, my first mini turtle, was mysteriously killed by my right foot back in 1991.

So in 3 years, our score was negative pets but this wasn’t scary enough to give up our big family dream of domesticating an animal. Instead of quitting we decided adopt a couple-can't-get-pregnant mentality. We took a break to lower the levels of anxiety and we tried again. This time, my parents gave me the most plant-like of all the animal species: a goldfish. I named it Teo, but I don’t even know why, as I was only able to use it 10 times, including this one. I felt like Samara from The Ring when I killed it after 7 days.

We were all very sad, because we had lost someone we “almost” loved. Obviously, I didn’t get a consolation pet. In fact I was not allowed to have any more animals and I was asked to keep away from them, because my parents really cared about their safety.  

I had no choice but to keep calm and carry on with a very animal-unfriendly life. At least Mom and Dad would let me go to the supermarket. They thought it was a safe place - as all the animals you find in there are already dead. But I proved them wrong.

Around Easter time we went for a typical Sunday Carrefour session and the franchise had organized a few kids' contests, so the parents could shop in peace. Mom and Dad joined the Zen consumer population, as soon as they dropped me off there. I had no choice but to participate in all the activities. When they came back to pick me up they got the big news, I had won the first prize: Rosita Fresita, a brand new free and ALIVE white rabbit.

I will never forget their faces when they saw me carrying my fury trophy. They were like: - Oh, so this is how Alanis Morissette felt before writing Ironic! We took the box back home and as soon as we were in our city cave, I found out they were just pretending to be proud of my victory. They said that Rosita had to go in 2 days. After my new pet demo was completed, they gave it away, and the last thing I heard about her was that someone got hungry and ate her. - Rest in peace my beloved Rosita!

I won’t deny it was hard growing up like this, but I managed to turn into a normal teenager. I even did teen stuff like growing pimples and hating everyone besides my boyfriend. I must admit that deep inside I was happy but because I was in love, I was glad because I felt that I could finally take care of someone, without committing murder or cannibalism. And believe me, my boyfriend REALLY appreciated that. So for our 1-year anniversary he gave me as a surprise a baby duck, Isabella.

When my parents found out, they had a Morissette-déjà vu. And as Britney Spears, “oops! they did it again!”: they gave Isabella away so someone could turn her into sandwiches!

This time it wasn’t me. I stopped thinking that there was something wrong with me, and I started thinking that there was something wrong with all of us. I feared that Green Peace would launch a new e-mail campaign based on our last name. Or even worse: that the vegans would come after us!

So, it is until this very day I pray to the Lord for the Navas. I close my eyes, clasp my hands and beg: - Dear God, please keep the vegans away. Do not let them know that we are made of the dust of the giant meteor that killed the all the dinosaurs back in time, just because YOU were out of stardust. Amen. In the picture: Rosita Fresita, happy, alive and eating what later would be “that yummy carrot flavour of the meet in this sandwich”.

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Una técnica ayurveda para mejorar tu respiración - Revista Ohlalá!

El lavado de nariz se utiliza como remedio natural para limpiar tus canales energéticos y lograr que fluya mejor el prana.

Para mi que el problema de Fran Drescher es que todavía no conoce la ducha nasal.

<3

Hoy ‪#‎Praneate‬ toda con mi nota en Revista OHLALÁ!

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La felicidad se hace así chicos, no queda otra. Es más de esto y menos de todo lo otro.

https://instagram.com/p/6vDGo3ikcS/

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Qué se yo, de vez en cuando hace bien hacerse una línea de flores antes de laburar. #hippie 2.0 🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼

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Una nueva terapia basada en el budismo que te invita a resetear tu mente y cargarte de optimismo.

http://www.revistaohlala.com/1775217-psicoterapia-zen-de-que-se-trata

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palosanteate

Hoy #Palosanteate y arrancá el finde con los chakras en fila. www.melinavas.com.ar https://www.facebook.com/pages/Meli-Navas/351929838322540?fref=ts www.instagram.com/melinavas_blog

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NUEVA CLASE DE ECONOMÍA EMOCIONAL

¿Es una fiaca leérlo? Escuchálo:

https://soundcloud.com/meli-navas/economia-emocional

La felicidad es transitoria.

Tengo miedo de que llegue porque no sé cuándo se va a ir. Y si se va, voy a ser infeliz. Estoy siendo feliz mucho tiempo, más del normal, debería preocuparme. Voy a ser infeliz pronto. ¿Cuánto tiempo me quedará? ¿1 mes, 2 días, 3 minutos?

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Querido Departamento, Mirá cómo hablo de vos. Se nota que te quiero mucho.  Ya vuelvo. Un beso grande, Meli

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GIFmemoreCONOCIMIENTO: BUDA-SUTRA

Todos sabemos quién es Buda, pero no todos sabemos que existe un Buda diferente para cada día de la semana. Cada uno está en una postura distinta que se relaciona con los acontecimientos de su vida espiritual.

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BUDA BUDA BUDAAAAA