Enrique Ulloa

Ingeniero. Viajero. Melómano. Escritor.

Me gusta reír, conocer gente nueva y pasar tiempo con amigos. Me gusta la música, el cine, leer, pensar, reflexionar. Escribir.

Soy consciente de cosas que mucha gente parece ignorar. Me gusta aprender de los demás y siempre tengo una anécdota para compartir. A veces soy un contador de historias. Otras, en cambio, me gusta hacer historia.

Actualmente estoy encontrando mi propio camino. Evitando ser atrapado por un trabajo y vida convencionales.


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He estado trabajando en un proyecto de escritura. Lleva por nombre “Ida y Vuelta, por favor” y consiste en fragmentos y relatos de momentos vividos o imaginados. Dese una vuelta por http://www.enriqueulloa.cl/idayvuelta y dedíquele unos minutos. Puede que le guste. Puede que le guste leer, pero aún no se haya encontrado con el texto adecuado. Gracias.


Juntos es un cortometraje que vi hace muchos años atrás, pero que me sigue gustando mucho. En especial porque muestra muchas cosas de nuestro comportamiento como personas. ¿De qué trata? Dos amigos se despiertan en la misma cama después de una noche de fiesta…


El Cielo no se ha enterado de mi venida, y mi partida no disminuirá en nada su belleza ni su grandeza. La luna, que me buscará mañana, seguirá pasando aunque ya no me encuentre. Dormiré bajo tierra, sin mujer y sin amigo. Para nosotros, efímeros mortales, la única eternidad es el instante, y beber el instante es mejor que llorarlo.

— Eduardo Galeano en ‘Espejos’

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A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90’s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940’s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard
box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’

‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive
through downtown?’

‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly..

‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, ‘I’m tired.Let’s go now’.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.

‘Nothing,’ I said

‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.

‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.

‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

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Rudet Tattooist Life - Cap. 1

Serie que documenta la escena del tattoo en Chile. Excelente producción, recomendada totalmente.


zenpencils:

SOPHIE SCHOLL ‘The fire within’

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China’s Rainbow Mountains

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BILL WATTERSON ‘A cartoonist’s advice’

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19 cosas a las que debes dejar de darle vueltas


18. Realize there is no timeline you must abide by. You do not need to marry, fall in love, figure it all out, have conventional “success” now (or ever). Do not feel unworthy or ashamed for what you do and don’t have in your life right now. There is no “right” way to live, and it’s better to figure this out now.


The universe will not give to you, but it will react to what you do. You cannot simply sit back and wait for glorious and beautiful things to come upon you. You have to go out and initiate them. Wishing and wanting and hoping won’t get you farther than just having an idea of what you’d like. A goal without a plan that is being enacted is just another wish.


Do not lose your inward peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset.

— Saint Francis De Sales

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Un generador de ondas, un altavoz, una placa de metal y arena. Cuando la frecuencia aumenta, los patrones geométricos son más complejos.

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Evolución simplificada

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The key seperating characteristic of Adults and Children is simple, Fear of Breaking Shit. Children do not have this crippling learning disability, they do not Fear to Break Shit. Adults do. So Adults will not try anything that they aren’t sure will not Break Shit. Since an Adult who has never used a computer does not know what will Break Shit and what won’t, they prefer to do nothing with the computer. A child doesn’t care whether what he does to the computer Breaks Shit or not, he just wants to know what it will do. So every time a child does something and it doesn’t Break Shit, he or she adds that act to the list of actions that Don’t Break Shit and moves on. The same if the action Does Break Shit. Hopefully the child will try to fix it after he Breaks Shit, and thereby learn how to UnBreak Shit.

— Ancient Slashdot comment.

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