It’s About (Se trata)
Some of my avid readers have asked me: considering what you write and your philosophy of life, are there any dreams you have not achieved?
Indeed. Since 1996, I’ve fought hard to combine my love for the fine arts and the natural sciences: this combination became my main purpose, my everything.
One day, this young hybrid, inspired by the da Vinci lessons, heard a speech by the distinguished artist Ricky Martin. “On that rainy afternoon in San Juan”, he eloquently gave a talk about peace and his humanitarian projects. That was enough inspiration for me to start an educational project that integrates the arts and sciences, as a possible contribution to his foundation. That’s how it was manifested since 2001 and it became a great proposal. It still continues to be relevant to this humble dreamer in the spring of 2012.
While I still dream of this contribution becoming a reality, I think about the artist’s vision, his respected foundation and in its famous phrase: “It’s about”.
“It’s about” a young futurist, whose desire has been captured on paper and in words. “It’s about” a tangible dream, with measurable and achievable objectives. “It’s about” several famous artists, actors, mentors, teachers and other professionals who have being my guardian angels, so that I may contribute to the artist’s humanitarian projects, and sadly, it’s also about nothing.
“It’s about” the silence of the board members of the foundation. “It’s about” a potential school yet to materialize. “It’s about” important documents that have been shelved, that possibly have not reached the hands of the award-winning “Che Guevara”: the sensible being Ricky Martin.
What would have Sor Isolina Ferré done? What would have Mother Theresa de Calcuta done? What would have Rafael Cordero Molina done? The great teachers who inspire me remain silent; the kind of silence that moves you to act from the soul. If Ricky Martin and his entourage had just a little bit of time, the “gathering” to discuss a comprehensive education-based project on the genius of children, would likely take place –yes, even in Loiza, Puerto Rico.
I think about the virtuoso violinist on the Children’s Choir of San Juan and the angelic voices that accompanied her talent. About the Puerto Rican dance group that is highly acclaimed abroad, the experimental performance, the novice painters, and the theater groups. It’s about potential language, management, neuroscience, and film classes for our children, going beyond the labeling of “average”: I called it “integration” or “brotherhood” of disciplines. In the offers that I have received to carry this out with other foundations, but my dream is still in Ricky Martin’s Foundation. In my eternal hope to fulfill this mission. In an educational rock that still does not shine in Loiza, in the absence –or the eternal waiting– of a proposal with substance.
If anyone has contact with Ricky, please share these words with him without fear. Faith in the goodness of man is never lost: just like hope is never lost. I urge Ricky, as an advocate for children, to hear our five minute presentation: I look forward to hear his reply. If Ricky wants a school –a creative and futurist school–, he can count with my ink and my word.
In the last event hosted by the foundation on human trafficking, there, they explained the reason for selecting the famous “slogan” that the foundation uses: the resonant phrase “It’s about”/ “Se trata”. I think it sums up my response: in every effort made, do everything possible to contribute to as many as possible, to build interwoven dreams.
Long ago, I stopped dreaming in singular dream: I prefer to be part of the greater effort. One fulfills dreams, because in every personal desire, lies a wealth of collective aspirations and two gold stars. I do not try. I do. I deliver. I hope that’s the best advice to be successful.
To my dear readers, keep fighting for your dreams: they all come true, either today or tomorrow. To our dear Ricky: there are people in Puerto Rico who truly want to work and do so properly. Or at least, I swear by the Evita’s (Perón) descamisados (“shirtless”): It’s time.