How to quiet your mind in early September.
-What are you doing, Jose Luis?
-Shut up, ho!
-By?
-I need to stop thinking, relieve stress and anxiety.
-Come on, stop being a jerk, you have to go to work.
-Boo! This is so hard, Ricardo!
-You're going to tell me. I've been putting away the summer outfit all morning: the Bermuda shorts, the flip-flops, the baggy pants...
-Shhh! I still have the buzz in my head. The noise, the shouting...
-The what, ho?
-The Olympics, canoeing, the wild filly…
-Meee! Where did that go now?
-It seems like it was yesterday.
-Time flies, Jose Luis!
-Hey?
-Time flies, man. Now the kids are off to school and we spend a couple of months buying papers, going back to the gym and raging on the work calendar.
-Already…
-And then, November and December, which are like Saturday and Sunday.
-By?
-Go quickly, man. What are you going to do on New Year's Eve? Me too...
-Shush, please be quiet!!! What a racket!
-Where, ho? What happened?
-The noise inside. I can't go to work, Richard, I have to meditate.
-What are you saying, ho?
-Try to use your mind, not let it use you.
-Who?
-The mind, damn it, who's going to be there? If I don't silence this noise, it'll finish me off.
-Mecca, you're really upset. What's up with the derby?
-What derby or what... That doesn't feed me.
-No, me neither. But…
-Shhh! The mind is obsessive, Ricardo. Turning things over, remembering the past, anticipating the future…
-Come on, go on.
-I need new enemies.
-So?
-I'm already liking these ones I have.
-Meeee! It's thicker than gravel custards.
-Do you know that we have sixty thousand thoughts a day, more or less?
-What I know is that we have to go to work, you idiot. Come on, let's go!
-It's like having a radio permanently plugged in.
-Come on, walk, man. Let's go!
-The bad thing is that they always broadcast the same program, one day three others: chunda chunda, mamboo, I want to dance all night…
-Come on, stop messing around, you're not up to that kind of thing anymore.
-Na. Feel young, you have to see faith.
-Yes, ho. Queue date-of-birth. It doesn't bother you... Come on!
-Shush! Leave me alone.
-What, ho?
-Concentrate, breathe…Stay still, we have to wait.
-What, huh? Retirement?
-The inner silence.
