I have a lot of time to write with an idea or two in mind. This is why starting a paragraph today without one is suddenly extremely amusing to me. I have no idea where I’m going or what I intend to do, although I did set out to exercise the freedom expressed on the keys to whatever they give in a while.

I had to stop for a few seconds to continue, as if my mind had to make prior decisions. The truth is that I feel a kind of anxiety that is only relieved as the words are now appearing on my screen. I’m just clear that I shouldn’t go far with paragraphs without commas, that it’s a good idea to get to the point early and that each one should be clear and hopefully entertaining. I just don’t have a single idea today.

My battery is at a quarter and this new Continental plane has the plug out of power. Meanwhile, the autocorrect is killing me, as I would have said bacteria by now and several words would have been in English. For this reason, I suggest a pause. When you get to the end of this paragraph, please take your eyes off the text and wait 15 or 20 seconds because I’m going to make some adjustments to the preferences. Ready? Eyes away!

Hi, I’m glad you’re back. I’m already in Spanish, I eliminated the automatic correction and now I’m flying without any more distractions on the keys. The only thing that worries me is that the dictionary doesn’t know the tiquismo de hablar en vos, that tenés is a valid word and that it shouldn’t underline it with that annoying line in red indicating that there is an error there. I imagine the same thing happens to Argentines, I think it happens to Nicaraguans and Hondurans as well.

I have finally been able to take a deep breath and feel that writing without meaning has a meaning in itself. I feel a new pleasure in not having to fulfill any objective or idea in itself, to give myself the pleasure of writing without thinking about you. It doesn’t matter if you judge my text or delete it, I ignore completely if you have already left or if you still follow me. However, I doubt very much that you will make it to the end. If I were you, I would leave now. In the meantime, since I have little left, it will be the battery that will take me to the end point of this unusual jogging on the keys.

I experienced a near-perfect day today. Had I withstood the temptation of dessert a few minutes ago, I would feel invincible. I woke up in the morning at about 9am and after grabbing every piece prepared since last night, I went for a run in Central Park. I have no idea how many times I’ve done it, although I do number several dozen. I started going to New York when I was 23 and that’s several decades ago.

Yesterday I was a couple of blocks from Washington Square, although this time I didn’t go to the corner of the boards. My father taught me to play chess, with a patience and love that I will never forget, and got me hooked on the queen and rook, pawn and bishop. It is fascinating to discover moves 5 and 6 moves ahead, although I can imagine what it will be like to see even more. Life on a board is vision, patience, attack, resources, position and creativity. The bad thing is that to win one the other has to lose.

After the park I ran to shower and finish packing. Before leaving the W I claimed the $100 that had not been discounted as I had been offered by American Express. It didn’t take a minute and I was soon able to hail the cab to East 22nd and Park. My friends were waiting for me at Ciano, a new Italian restaurant in New York, as if I needed one more, and yet, as I had never known any other. I had polenta, some ravioli and a coffee, although the wine was not to be missed. A few years ago I learned that a day without wine is like a day without sun. While a meal without wine is called… breakfast!

I shared with Sam and Holly, who also arrived with their nephew just graduated from college in Connecticut. I met her in Kathmandu when I was just beginning a sensational adventure I experienced in November 2009: I hiked to Everest base camp, climbed a peak to take photos of it, and returned home happy almost three weeks later. She was on forced vacation due to a non-compete when she switched from Credit Suisse to UBS. Her Woody Allen-like husband Sam is a financial genius himself, or at least I think he is, so I shouldn’t have been surprised that he was starting his own hedge fund with an angel investor who put up 100 million to get him started. Yes, I too was stunned while we are nervous at the agency about raising the price on the arts. Life is a contrast. People come and go.

So after the hour and fifteen minutes that my trainer, Sergio Molina, sent me to run, and that God allowed me to spice it up by doing it in that dreamy park that the big city has, I shared with casual, different and completely interesting friends. We had time to review where we were in our lives and how our illusions are going. We agreed to meet soon and I took the car to Newark airport to pick up my flight home. There I was able to pass up dessert, but not without nibbling on the cherry snow that was placed in the center.

The battery, or bacteria as my checker would have put it, is already with a red signal. I think I should start my way to the end. But which end? I have no idea what I write and what I add or what I don’t add. What is certain is that I just wrote the word but, something I don’t like at all. I would eliminate all but and change it to and. Y is much better than but. It’s just going to stay there today.

Again. I got stuck again. I started reading the paragraphs above and I was about to start correcting. I always do and today, to continue in the style of the but, this is how it’s going to stay. Although I accept that I have had to go back to solve one or two typos since it jumped out with the same red line I mentioned before. The gringos call them typos and I always have a lot of those.

By the way, it’s funny. I’m in the seat next to the aisle. I’ve been to the bathroom twice and the guy next to me hasn’t even gone once. I wonder: will my battery run out before he runs out of stamina? I don’t doubt that he is one of those who are sorry to bother, and therefore, he holds out until he almost bursts. I’ll let you know while I continue to entertain myself on the keys with these sensational headphones that insulate me from outside noise. Not entirely of course, but enough to achieve a sort of bubble effect. I should use them more often, or should I throw them away?

As I continued in the car to the airport, I was impressed that the driver carried water, gum, candy and magazines. Whether he had condoms, aspirin or beer I don’t know. I accepted a piece of candy and couldn’t help but take a small bottle to quench my thirst. When I left Cianos he was waiting for me with a little sign in the window so I knew it was my ride. We spoke little and he did well. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here. I love to travel, and when I am out of my country everything is travel.

On the way to the airport, I talked home several times, used a new app to do it over 3G at no extra cost, made my moves from the tournament I play chess on chess.com and kept checking Facebook, my Twitter, Foursquare and Gowalla as well. Mania is addiction and the screen is present in a way no one could ever imagine. Kevin Roberts was so right when he said in sisomo that there will only be more screens in our future. And there I leave you with a name and a new word to play around with on Google to explore.

Connected as ever and alone as ever, no matter how social the world is nothing replaces your own, your family, your closest friends. In my case, I think everyone is family. Some by blood and others by life. Family is all those people with whom you share your life, and for this reason, today more than ever I celebrate and protect them. Some more than others, some better than others. I like balance and I try to achieve it. Of course, I often fail. In any case, today as every day I have been especially connected to my family.

In my house there are four of us. My wife, my son and my daughter. They are already four cards and four worlds with one in common: the family. They have connected with the rest of my family, the one of blood and the one of life, just as I have done with theirs. It’s a big family when you look at it like that, and it’s beautiful, diverse, intense and happy. I am intrigued, the battery is still alive and I have the impression that the plane has started to descend. In the meantime the guy next to me I bet he’s still hanging on without the courage to bother.

I opened my iTunes and put it on play. The Beatles: “Because the world is round, it turns me on. Because the world is round. Because the wind is hot it blows my mind. Because the wind is hot, love is all, love is you. Love is all, love is you. Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry. Because the sky is blue.” And then follows the exciting percussion that I hear right now as Get Back starts. So I’m still here at the party on the keys with a get back yoyo and John’s guitar solo.

As I’m listening, I’m heading home. I tell you that today I was in a new corner of the park for me. It’s called Strawberry Fields, of course, in honor of John Lennon. They created it to remember the genius of the Beatles, a few steps away from the place where some jerk murdered him. On the floor there is a mosaic donated by some Italians with a single word: imagine. The garden is an area of silence, which today was peacefully broken by a guitar and a guy singing melancholy music of the Liverpool quartet. I was sweating profusely as I felt the emotion give me goose bumps. Now I listen to Eleanor Rigby: All the lonely people, where do the all belong…

I make it a habit to listen to inspirational messages, seek out inspirational events, watch inspirational movies, touch on inspirational topics and seek inspiration from a smile, a failure or a friend. Listening to the beginning of I am the Walrus with the remix made by Cirque du Soleil is inspiration. Typing on my Mac on a flight with frequent turbulence is inspiration. Thinking of my divine mother is inspiration, and thinking that you’ve made it this far is electrifying inspiration. But I’m telling you: don’t waste your time reading here.

What are you still doing here? Why haven’t you gone and done something better with your life? This doesn’t make any sense! And I tell you, the guy next door asked for a blanket and settled down to sleep. Although he’s gray-haired, he obviously doesn’t have a problem with his prostate and maybe I do. He’s in no hurry and you’re still here with me. I can’t understand it. By the way, the battery is twenty minutes away from finishing, so I was wrong too. He was also able to outlast me.

Undoubtedly, if you have accompanied me this far, you are family too. No one who is not would follow me in this exercise for so many paragraphs in a row. The truth is that the neighbor and the drums were stronger, the flight and the nonsense were stronger, because I close this experiment and I’m going to try what at home is called a coyotito. And well, possibly in yours too.

Of course, not before telling you how deeply grateful I live. Some time ago I learned to live in a permanent state of gratitude, for what I have and for what I don’t have, for what is good and what is not. In every day there are a thousand and one possibilities, so we cannot let a single opportunity pass us by.

Big hug. I am leaving for now. Chances are high that I’ll be back. Because I am. Twenty-two minutes later, over and out.

PS. I posted the photos today, Sunday. All of them are mine except one, and yes, some of them are saturated. Only one is good (and it’s not mine) Happy day!