Tulia Gonzalez Posts

May 10 / Diary
Third day in the house of Paihia . Once I got here I dwelt it with my scent, clothes thrown around the room on a heat pulse, unwashed breakfast dishes, and especially with lots of music. Music in the morning with toast; at noon with guitar and a voice that starts to vibrate; and later with anything I find on Abdel's wall or some other whose tastes I crave too. I watched at least one hour a French pianist , I fall in love with her. I'm still reading the book of Cristina Peri Rosi that I never finished... I…
May 9 / Sweet Challenge
Days here are given to the music. A string, a pitch, pressing the sixth in the fourth fret that with the capo would is actually the first, second and third in the second as well. One, two, three ... has formed a well-known melody. I thought it was more difficult ... like everything is done, when you finally do it you discover all was about to " just do it" . I download a new book: singing for dummies. I laugh with the cat and I looked at him with apology eyes in advance. As my only company...  it has…
May 7 / Poetry
Once I believed in doing important things. Once I believed  I needed to know more. Once I thought  I should eat healthier, exercise more. Once I believed  I could help everyone. Once I believed I should take (me) seriously and stop being a child. Once I believed I should be the best person I could be. Once I thought it was important to change. Once I thought I needed more time.   Once I believed I should work very hard. Once I believed in the denial of work and money . Once I believed I needed to travel to find…
May 4 / Sweet Challenge
Something that "always" has been here can not start. But may nevertheless be recognized, dis-covered. Right? - I had been removing the cover. As I told a guy yesterday afternoon. Just because today I have shiny eyes. Any particular reason, goal or challenge. There will be maybe a name at the end of these 16 days of continuous writing. There is nothing suspenseful or philosophy on this, just I can not name anything. All the names seem made of steam. It's no genius either, I think it is rather the absence of a specific purpose (or ideas if you want…
April 19 / French Polynesia
Reappear in the world after a one month blink. Time that was lived  in "no place" because there was not a single nigth spended  in the same geographical coordinates as the night before. An intense journey from the moment the coast of the American continent disappeared in waves. A shock of impression when realizing “there was no turning back here”... but then ... then the silence ... a pause in life, a break from the pace of the man’s world.  A puse to observe the moment itself… The calendar said it was Sunday when we saw the shadow of something…
April 19 / Sailboats
- So you'd never been on a sailboat? - Never - And you want to cross an ocean by boat anyway? - Hmm ... well, yes... - Well, at least you know how to swim!   People were impressed because I come from “the mountain" as they said when I talk about Guanajuato. Sailing and cruising is not part of the culture in Mexico -yet-, even if here there are the most popular ports for sailing across the Atlantic and Pacific. However I was more impressed with the lifestyle of “the sailing community." I’ve found all kinds of people on…
April 19 / Sailboats
Morning coffee I go out of my contemplation because I’m suddently rocking back and forth, I put the lid on my cup. Ha! Those tourist boats passing so close!  making waves,  shaking my coffee  and throwing aside my baguette with jam.  There is no respect. They don’t see that people live in here?  I immerse  myself again... There are memories that are like cracks, and cracks are like doors... there are moments that when evoked they transport us. They’re waterfalls.  Is living them again. Today I’m flooded with a memory. Is there something that could be called "Beginning"? 1.  Today…
April 16 / French Polynesia
Waking up,  the sound of the sea crashing on the reef is the first thing I’m aware before I open the eyes.  Ha!...   it takes me one minute before I remind myself :   I am  in an island.  I live on a sailboat in the Pacific Ocean. My name is Tulia.  I sailed for months to get to this side of the world.  It’s been six months since I started this adventure without knowing (in every sense of the word) the direction it would take. Today I'm in French Polynesia. I’m taking a break ashore,  a break from the constant movement. …