Time to vote for the next President of Ecuador has arrived. According to my judgment no candidate has demonstrated to be a good fit to lead Ecuador during the next four years.

What came up with the idea that actively practicing sports is good for you? Your body? Your mind? About two years ago, I tore my left ankle tendon while playing basketball. My back is broken as a result of weight lifting. My left knee detaches from my body from time to time, resting from the experience of being a part of me I guess. Twisted fingers, and a collection of other injuries are the result of "being healthy." The latest one is by far the best/worst example that makes my point.

In May, The DaVinci Code will hit cinemas all over the world. But in the 3W® the future... is past.

This is a story that never took place.

The pelican was flying almost touching the sea when it saw it. It was an orange fish, static, pensive, gone. Climbed up high in the sky and flew downwards to swallow it but it couldn't. The fish was interesting enough to turn on the pelican's curiosity alarms. It stopped and slowly begun to float on the salty water. The fish noticed the pelican. It smiled, it was the most beautiful creature it had seen, pretty close to a deity, a myth it heard once.

I like playing with people's minds. I like observing their reactions to the stimuli I put before them. It makes me feel more alive. Lately a question hatched in my brain: How do you know when you are in love? Surprisingly, most people questioned came up with the answer: "I don't know, I have never been." Adult people, married people, unmarried people; it wouldn't matter. Most of them would admit to not having been in love. So I have begun a quest, to define what love is really about but since love, as we think we know it, has become so hard to define. I am looking for a definition of a new set of feelings that I call "loBe," as a chunk of rational decisions performed at the nerve and brain cells level. So, how do you know when you are in loBe?