The Bald Rigger

Por Cristian Graña. Conocí a Budi un Domingo cualquiera en el año 1996. Estaba tomando una pizza con mi primo y entró un chico a las haciendo "eses" al local. Desde el primer momento me llamó la atención su sonrisa, sus bromas.. la luz que irradiaban sus ojos denotaban a un chico feliz y extrovertido.  A veces, sin saber uno por qué, te das cuenta en un segundo que una persona ha llegado a tu vida para quedarse. Fueron pasando los años y un día, decidió dejar los muebles, las tarimas y el cepillo, para embarcarse en la mayor aventura de su vida, el trabajo embarcado y en en las plataformas petrolíferas. Pasaron los años, el mar lo cautivó; como hablaba de su oficio y la pasión con la que narraba las historias de alta mar me hicieron comprender que realmente no era su oficio. Más bien era su pasión. Durante este periodo en alta mar, Cris tuvo tiempo para enamorarse de una joven Ribeiriense. Formó una preciosa familia dando vida a dos preciosas niñas, Alma y Candela. Con el sud...

Little Big Revolution May no one ever dare Set your goals, May you know how to observe And not see those you shouldn’t. Even if I am far away, May you feel me near. The distance between our doors Has always been so ridiculous, So small, As long as we both follow The same stars. March 2017, Pioneering Spirit, Allseas. I approach my boss at that time, a powerful Englishman from Liverpool with enormous hands named Carl Lawton, with whom I’ve always had a good relationship, and I say from afar, "Carl, I’m not asking for permission, I’m affirming to you that by mid-June, no matter what happens, I’ll be home." He watches me, smiles, and says, "This can only mean one thing, and I congratulate you, papi Cris." My wife and I welcomed the news with great excitement months ago. And there hasn’t been anything in my life that has made me as excited as the arrival of our first daughter. Months later, and against all odds, with just 15 days to go before her due date, my wife recei...

O Captain! my Captain! Our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,  The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, Walt Whitman. When I was little, I remember waking up in the mornings and going to my father's bed. There, he would always warn me about how dangerous the sea was and that I should never even think about embarking. Like any good son, I didn’t follow his advice and decided to try my luck on the high seas.  A year after my first voyage, my father passed away. Unfortunately, I couldn’t say goodbye to him, and that’s something that has stayed with me all these years. Something similar, though on a different scale, is that I haven’t said goodbye to my other self, the one before I met Mr. Park. My father was and still is to me what Maradona is to Argentinians, D10S. The admiration and devotion I felt for him is beyond words. There are many nights when I dream of him, and although it feels so real, I quickly w...