*In My Life*

There's not much to be said about me. I was born twenty years ago in a forgotten country of the southern hemisphere, where "democracy" was blossoming again after several years of shameful wildness.
   I spent my childhood in a state of total innocence, although I used to be concerned about things I couldn't discuss with people of my age. I learnt to read and write when I was four years old and that opened a whole new world I explored merrily. My imagination used to be (and continued to be) a great source of entertainment and joy, and I still treasure the very first story I wrote.
   I attended a private Catholic school for thirteen years, which caused me great pain many times. As a matter of fact, the first time I ever experienced censorship was when I was in second grade -a teacher yelled at me when I referred to Buddhist philosophy. I also got some writings confiscated, and they refused to let me promote vegetarianism because they considered it to be offensive. The only positive aspect of all this was that it confirmed my hatred to all those religious institutions that act like an obstacle between a soul and divinity. All I could do was to dream about going to University, which seemed to be the perfect way of escaping the conservative ignorance that Church pointed as the only way to achieve glory. And when one of the priests there, the one most of us had confessed our sins to, eloped with another man that belonged to the institution, I knew that there is no human being that can be sure of what is to be done to embrace the perpetual mirth.
   During the last years of high school, which I recall as the most uncomfortable in my life, I found a wonderful "bunker" in Music, which up to that moment seemed to be only a discipline to me. I had just started learning classical guitar, after three years of flute and keyboards, but I was not particularly enthusiast about it. One fine day I started listening more carefully to a band that had somehow always been my favourite, in a childish, indifferent way -The Beatles.
   Before listening to The Beatles I had never felt art. Rock and Pop music were only a few faces sold at a store or a TV show; music, in general, was a background to any party. And I never liked parties. But then I was illuminated by the guru devas and Music was my only friend, and Guitar my only weapon.
   In 2001 I finished high school, and feeling a maniatic attraction towards dramatic changes, I decided to virtually start my (social) life again, and I said farewell to my immature boyfriend and his psychopathic friends; I could no longer resist the depressing side of the so-called "friendship", the one that feels like a mouse trap, and only brings the worst out of a person. I did not panic, and it turned out to be one of the best decisions I ever made.
   That magnificent year I started studying Literature ("Letras") in the University of Buenos Aires, and my dreams of learning and expanding my mind came true, as I realized what a waste of time and energy primary and secondary school were. The Literature curriculum I am following is based on the study of foreign cultures and their art. I will soon be reading English, French, Italian and German authors, and comparing them. But the first stage of it contains numerous other subjects, such as Latin American, Argentinian and Spanish Literatures, Linguistics, Latin, Greek, Grammar and Literary Theory & Analysis. I have already done some of them and enjoyed them insanely. I also continued my career on Music, now attending the Julián Aguirre Music School, my second home. At both schools I discovered a great number of friendly intellects willing to exchange all kinds of thoughts, and it was a great reward to all those years of daydreaming.
   There was someone at Music School who had many times been the object of my attention, once because he saved me of being hit by an umbrella, once because he was talking about Hölderling, etc. There was a sort of irresistible flirty, though friendly tone in his voice that immediately developed a great interest in me. One May evening my Music Appreciation teacher was giving a lecture about Johann Sebastian Bach, and the gods disposed that we were to seat next to each other. He saw that I had a CD called "From Bach to The Beatles", and a year later he kissed me. We are getting married in two or three years, and our children are to be named Franco and Abril. His name is Javier, and I love him.
   So that is my life. I'm a twenty-years-old vegetarian synesthete who enjoys writing, reading, drawing, playing guitar, listening to The Beatles, Pink Floyd and King Crimson among others, and who found the answer to all her questions in the pure soul of her mirror, her Poet. 

~*Lucy Hari*~

July 28th, 2004