There will be a run-off between the two presidential candidates, Bachelet and Matthei.

Everyone supossed, even in the most realistic members of the chilean right wing, that the "Nueva Mayoría" candidate, Michelle Bachelet, would be the winner of the elections on first round  . But yesterday was the day of the optimistic ones of the "Alianza" coalition . According to the chilean Constitution, a candidate can win the elections on first round, getting at least the 50% percent plus one of the votes. But yesterday's scrutiny gave to Bachelet nearly the 46% of preferences; turning the hopeless faces of the "Alianza" members, into a hopefull looking ones.  

The second round vote will be on Dec. 15.

While Matthei offers a continuation of the current president, S. Piñera, legacy - which turns the chilean old fashioned right wing, into a more liberal one that takes distance of the Pinochet's figure, and gives importance to the economic values of the human being, calling themselves the protectors of the "freedom of choice"-; on the other hand we have the Bachelet's campaign, which offers a sustancial change at the Guzman's Constitution - that was, obviously, elaborated during the dicatatorship-, and turns the lead importance at discussions as the same sex mariage; changing the educational and health systems; abortion rights; etc. They're both radically opossed in values issues and economic matters.

Now the discussion will be focus not only on the political concerns, but in the personal lifes of the two candidates. Because they share, before the "coup d'état" an slightly similar way of life; because they both were daughters of high commands of the chilean air force FACH; but after the military coup the stories changed in a vertiginuos way, with the Bachelet's family being persecute by the coup leaders, tortured and even killed; and Matthei's family being part of the "Junta".

Now, the scene is changed, we have two candidates instead of eight, and the options are reduced.

  

News  from:
http://santiagotimes.cl/bachelet-takes-imposing-lead-run-vote-election-marred-low-turnout/

I'm not gonna vote on this presidential elections. For real changes, first, in a capitalist system(and I'm not making a discourse about it, I really don't), were the politicians are just a  medium of the ecnomoic concerns -and all politician knows that very well -, voting is not the best way of achieve that goal.

And I do have troubles with this task, and most of all with people who lived during the dicatatorship. And they're right, but -to me- until certain point.

People who grew up on fear, knowing that, if you  -even-  had a critical thinking about the paths where the country was going to , if you had raised your voice against the countless humiliations; the genocidal and megalomaniac dictator with his criminal friends  would surely hounted you till make shuted up your "communist" mouth(...for ever) - beacause, for them, if you weren't a "real" chilean, you were part of the terrorists.

But one day the people started singin'.:"Chile, the Happiness is coming". And we're still waiting for happiness (and maybe, just maybe, the wallet of those politicians that builded up this "happiness", is very very happy. Not like the mother that can't feed the hungry mouth of her childrens because of the miserable salary; or the old woman and man that can't afford a decent health, a decent way of life, beacause they didn't have the modesty of die three days after their retirement; etc...)

I'm not going to wait for happiness just with taking part of this political circus ; the happiness will never come just with the act of voting. If you want some change ( this is the way I see it), you have to build every day your "republican" ideals, because your voice is not just a mark in a paper every four years. I see the suffrage like a kind  of "assistancialist"  way of penetrate in the community (like the UDI in the poblaciones), an easy way of demostrate the participation. Beacuse there is not a real participation or a real presence in the problems that you want to resolve, you're not making a change, you don't use your hands and neither your mind for change this fraudulent system; and believing that a politician will make that for you, is a really lazy way of compromiseing with some change (or anything at all).

Your mind is being chewed by the speeches of this very very "honest" people and your identity is being totally erased.

I think I (we) can change my (ours) way of life, but not with "mediums"; like the church and the priests with that thing called god. I bealieve in the direct action, in the direct participation and common work.

And I don't wanna be a politician.

"Without music, life would be a mistake." , said once a mustachioed fellow. 

What kind of silly question is “Do you like music?”?, because everyone likes to listen somethin' that they can’t say, but the melodies or lyrics can; can take what you feel "inside". 

All the “good” composers (because there is a LOT of crappy musicians) understand that connection between the feelings -the things you can not tell by the guilt of the useless words- and the compositions. Chopin understood that connection, by playing piano –that monster- and made it cry and laugh; he put at the melodies the anger, the sadness, the desolation, the Love –in his more closely related language: the Music-, the childhood, the Time that don't forgives and all that crucible of things that we call “feelings”. Hendrix understood too, by his way. He could talk the language of his guitar, he could make love to her and fall into the torrent of the melodies, the ecstasy of the holy communion among man and Music. 

Saving the list of artist (or wizards) who could touch the Hidden Muse – Davis, Monk, Wagner, Parker, Drake, Morrison, V. Parra, Mahler, and a long, long, long etc., I’ll keep with the latest "poète maudi": Bob Dylan; or Rimabud with a guitar slung on his back. 

But, why Dylan? Just because the lyrics, as a mirror of the soul of the deprived of life and the commons feelings, the ones who maximize the emotions, or experience an alternative of emotions as they could be lived in a more expressive, direct or harrowing way. Listening to their songs, I feel like I’m throw out into a train of waves of landscapes;  as if this life has a thousand of windows in which I can see  plastic lands; or this soulmate is telling me the history of different ways of lifes, telling me about the scars of time, the journeys of imagination, with his harmonica and guitar. And while I’m paying attention at the sea of his melodies, cigarettes ashes, there they go on the floor.  

Re-markable

I can hardly remember a remarkable day; not beacause the lack of one  (who can ever say that!), but the number of experiences that remains remarkables in my mind is not just one (I'm having second thoughts right now, because it's a really tricky question). Possessing just a moment, a day, a second of joy would be terribly difficult to me. Maybe the best thing to do would be take some reminiscences and, from there, define a remarkable feeling. I'm gonna change the question "What your remarkable day is" to "What your remarkable feelings are" - if I may be allowed to.   

I understand, I feel a nameless, indescribable situation as a state that gives you the sense of uprooting, a sense that untie you, not of life, but of the "common" development of time, and turns the way of living in a light breeze.   

I think I live that situation when I take  long walks through the city; when I hear a melody that involves my imagination and gives me a place to dream, a second home, a warmer one; when I hear the voice that I love the most (the best music for my ears), or anything that gives me the keys of an infinity of new doors to open. And that mixture of feelings (these are just a few of a bunch of indescribable feelings), can give me the sense of outsider, of witness of the "hapennings".

For example: You're walking by the downtown, is the early autumn, the leaves are moist in the ground (making, the lifeless grey of the cobblestones mixed with the sprightly crimson of the leafs, a perfect picture), and you can smell the frosty and wet soil; the faces are pale because of the cold wind, people are buried in their coats as if they were keeping a big secret under their clothes; and you're just a walking shadow upstream, giving life to this picture without them knowing- they're just actors on this comedy- ; the sun becomes an orphan boat in the vast cloudy ocean, and its rays serves only for bathing the heads out of ideas.

At the backgrownd of your mind sounds the last melody that incubates its dance in it, and the gestures of the time are more gracefuls. The things comes alive at your wise now.