Jay’s birthday party

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Every artist on the corner of Buenos Aires city came to sing, dance and play whatever instrument that brought. And the sole purpose of this gathering is to celebrate Jay’s turnout 30. Tonight’s event made me think of two different aspects: first of all, how Jay is beloved by many others around. Being in artistic vibe maybe allows more of this celebration with music, voice chanting and guitar playing. The stage was full of musicians, and the audience was also full of dancers. So easy it seemed just getting up to the stage from the audience and grabbing one guitar laid down behind and starting to sing. Could I sing like such one day? Could I play like such one day? Is this influence of making me think of such matter called envy?

The second thought was about the Dead Poets Society. I suddenly felt if Keating’s wish had become true, Buenos Aires would be the very example of where students who are literature and theatre lovers had grown up and filled the society. Carpe Diem, and no law students were allowed. Well, even though there were, they might be playing cello at night; everyone contributes to art creation on a different scale. And in the smoking room, I met some friends by coincidence. I’d never thought that I’d encounter them on the scene. Buenos Aires is still a small city, or I became bigger than this city all along. How are we all contributing to something to this city or to this life here in Buenos Aires? How are we individuals enhancing others’ emotions and satisfaction daily?

Jay sings and plays. He smiles and gives hugs to others.

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On his birthday, I’m sure that he gave more hugs than receiving. He was the one who gave gifts to all who came to the play to celebrate. I’d like to sing for Jay, but I’m no good with it. Rather, I can deliver him a poem by Whitman, and here it follows:

Oh me! Oh life!
Of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)

Answer.

That you are here – that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.

Happy birthday Jay, and thank you for contributing a verse in this play we are in.

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