Tanca els ulls i imagina que...

Toi et moi

2012-01-15T21:08:00.002Z

Smile, smile to me

or let me dive in your eyes,

or let me get lost into your arms.

Give me your breath to breathe,

or your shoulder to rest.

or your hand to hold.

Be my spring at any season,

mess my life,

and rain on us.

I'll do my best: I'll fight, mess and tickle you.

You may smile, or laugh if I'm really lucky and then, I'll pretend that I deserve you

I just hold on, count day and dream

2011-10-13T22:24:00.003+01:00

Do I seem strong?

Look at me, I'm shaking.

There's no path leaning in front of me...

There is no fence, no limits,

only a vast dense forest.

Seeing nothing,

but still not blind.

I run forwards, seeking my way

my way to you.

Do I seem patient?

Don't let me fool you.

I just hold on, count days and dream.

And I fade

I fade a little bit, everyday.

Hence I stick on your words,

to hold on, count days and dream.

I wish I could hold you in my arms,

I wish I could whisper you the words I'm writing

I wish, and I wish

And I hope,

I tight myself to hope,

I tight myself to dreams,

To my dreams,

To your dreams,

To our dreams.

And I just hold on, count days and dream.

2011-08-12T00:48:00.001+01:00

Only a few words were needed to reveal

the vastness of the hole left

by his absence.

Reflections of a naïve mind

2011-08-06T15:27:00.008+01:00

Am I allowed to not understanding what the hell is going on in this world?

Let me explain myself.

Yesterday Danny Danon was interview by Teymoor Nabili in Talks to Al Jazeera. Danon is a deputy speaker in the Knesset and belongs to the Likud party (whose president is B. Netanhayu) and nowadays, the ruling party in Israel. Is well known that this party falls in the right side of the politics but Danon is just further right, nearly falling from the edge. This bright new actor in the Israeli politics is one of the main supporters from the Boycott Law and is pushing to wider the settlements and he believes in the Jewish continuity (whatever does that mean, biologically-wise speaking). Finally, Danon considers that the Israeli governament has done nothing that breaks the Oslo Accord (meaning that they have never carried out any unilateral action that would eventually condition the Israel-Palestinian negotiations) but thinks that Abbas has taken an unilateral action by going to the UN to try to legitimate the Palestinian State.

Before going further, I must say that for those who are not really interested in Israel-Palestinian politics, the interview is still worth watching just to see Nabili's faces, quotations and resumes. They are priceless.

Anyway. We are all usually very readily easy to say that Islam is more an exclusive than inclusive religion. There has been lately various voices saying that there is a threat for the western values/way of life when the muslim people are settled in the community; mainly because they are not integrated. Other voices say that Islam is a beligerant religion and that there is a secret plan to convert all the world (let's hide under the pillow what the Christian missioners did a few centuries ago). Well. First of all, make clear that I am not christian nor muslim nor jewish. I am basically against any religion that considers that have the right to convert other people or invade others countries because "God said..."; therefore I am probably against the so-called Religions of the Book (shall we make an exercise of remembering that the three religions come from the same root?).

Historically this "because God said" was atributed to the Islam, but interestingly Danon uses the exact same reason to validate the Israeli settlements and their fight against Palestinians. Now, my question is, are we going to go mad because they are justifying their actions using a book "written" ages ago? (I am here blindly accepting that the book was actually written and not made up). Because that's what is actually happening with that mass madness against all the muslims. I am not gonna insult the jewish community by even considering that they think the same as this far-right MP. As well as I am not gonna even dare to think that there is not a muslim extremist side that is actually really concerning. I am only wondering why we seem to easily justify ones and critisize the others, using different strainers for the exact same issue.

I find quite funny, maybe because I am thick minded and naïve, that we are ready to high value an exchange program to any european, american or asian country when we are studying, we think that the more languages one can study the better, we also consider that traveling broadens our mind and is therefore highly recommended. In fact, all three characteristics are highly considered when applying for a job. Yet, we are still reluctant to talk with no restrictions and to open our door to new people, mainly if they are from the Middle East (usually the others are more easily accepted). I wouldn't consider that the example of a tolerant or inclusive culture, let alone a respectful one.

Allow me to comment another point that Mr. Danon has lighten up and, being a human biologist and having studied a bit of history, has struck me. What the hell is the Jewish continuity? Or let me be more general, what the hell is etnic continuity? Biologically that means exactly not a single thing. Who can safely say that all the family (not only the close one, but also all the ancestors) belong to the same religion/clan/community/group? Let me be clear, no one. Maybe they consider only the past, pick a random number and, say 4 generations. Are they going to ask for the genealogic tree and make sure that there has been no external input or cultural exchange? If we are going to be picky about our origins, let's bring the issue to the absurd and say that we all come from a hand-full of Anatomically Modern Homo Sapiens who appeared in Africa 200.000 years before present (BP) and left the nest around 70.000 years (BP). Now, we are all the same, therefore, we don't need the genealogic tree nor ask for a blood test/genetic background to date that lovely and smiley person we love. After that, it seems useless to comment what I think about the couples formed by two people who come from different areas/backgrounds/cultures. I would just say that I would be really happy and feel really lucky if I am ever able to transmit the priceless value of the cultural mix to my children (if I ever have one).

The religion should be a personal choise, not imposed, not inherited. Needless to say that it shouldn't be an excuse to repress, exclude, marginalize someone else. Since using it to support an offense or attack, not only insults the people that peacefully follows this same religion, but shows that there are not sensible reasons to justify these actions. It's time to grow up, set aside the religion differences and work together for the things that actually matter and try to make this crazy world a bit better for the next generations.

And I will cross fingers and hope that there are more people who think like this way because if not, we are going to lose an unvaluable part of ourselves.

My ancestors clearly come from .... well, you know, from some point on this map. Bearing in mind that this map only shows the Out of Africa episode. I should add on top, all the migrations of iberians, phoenicians, greeks and romans; to start with only during the Ancient Times. And I shouldn't forget that these people also had their own genealogic history...

After the storm

2011-08-05T14:59:00.002+01:00

There will come a time, you'll see. With no more tears

Where love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.

Only the fear of a debasting past to be repeated, of an uncertain future; keeps me from falling into the deepest well I've ever found. And I stand by the edge looking down, letting the time go by; scared of jumping and of loosing the chance at the same time.

How long will the time wait for us?

1.

2011-08-02T11:15:00.001+01:00

Raindrops over my face -

freshers

of the inner sunwarmth.

Scotland and other thoughts

2011-08-01T13:49:00.003+01:00

Let me tell you something.

What I have seen. Where I have been.

Landscapes we were supposed to visit. To visit together.

Landscapes of a radiant green. Of a shining gold. Of wide valleys and high mountains. Of steep clifts facing and endless blue sea. I have seen the low fog covering the treeless hills. I have lok up to the sky and counted the stars in a cloudless deep sky. I have sat by the falling walls of a ruined castle and listened its story.

And now, I know you better. Now I know what you meant.

And I have realized that I closed your book and put it back to the shelf long ago.

And I am reading now another one. A new one I found by chance. A book of white pages that will be filled at four hands.

Sunrise

2011-07-17T19:46:00.005+01:00

No demano que il·luminis les meves nits.

Solament vull que estiguis amb mi

per veure sortir el sol.

Sayd on top of the world, Sinai.

I live

2011-07-16T00:58:00.003+01:00

As the streams of water find their way,

alive.

As the poppy rises between the green fields,

strong.

As the petals swing carried away by the wind,

fragil and weightless dancers.

I live,

I fall,

and I rise.

Mishta2etlak

2011-07-11T21:17:00.001+01:00

I, dreamer,

remember you

or I think I do.

Maybe not.

Probably.

Madness,

Am I fooled?

Hopeful dreamer,

Is that what I am?

Anyway...

I like it

and you.

And if you happen to be a dream

I hope I can keep dreaming for a while

[Per aquell qui sap el significat de les meves paraules;

for the one who, even in the distance, takes care of me]

Rain in Edinburgh

2011-07-09T20:09:00.005+01:00

When I left my place, the sky was brilliant blue and only few scattered clouds would cover its immensity. I’ve walked up to the old building where the National Library is housed and just a few minutes later I’ve heard the first thunder which has made the magnificent colored glass of the windows shiver. And just after, even being inside the building I’ve heard the pouring rain fall and flood the main street.

Two hours after I’ve tried to make my way home but it was raining so hard that I’ve had to stop in a café to wait it to clear up. No need to say that when I’ve sat just in front of a massive window, the few uncovered holes have disappeared. Now a solid layer of white-grey-yellowish cloud is placed upon us and it seems it will never stop draining water. The street is completely flooded and the pipes up the roofs are already overwhelmed with the amount of water they have to hold so it falls towards the floor in streams.

Now, a lighting, one, two… the thunder… the storm is just above us and the lights from the place I’m staying are twinkling. There is a kind of dim white light that wraps everything. In front of me, an old church appears even more magnificent, menacing the angry sky with its pointing towers. Somehow, the water finds its way through and draws phantasmagorical shapes over its wall lighting up the red shade of the stones.

Now and then the rain seems to stop but actually it is not. The drops are just smaller and even more constant and when the fall onto the puddles, lots of little bubbles appear only destroyed by the cars passing by.

I would like to go out, walk in the Meadows and run across the shining green if its grass, or swing high up in the children’s park. I would like to have the time to enjoy this rain that people seem to fear, hiding themselves under useless umbrellas.

Would you come?

'bout Middle East

2011-06-26T22:27:00.003+01:00

Few weeks ago I was said that I did not understand the Middle East situation and so my judgements were not valid. I must say that pissed me off for tow main reasons: first and more important because I try to know what is going on in this crazy world and that hurt my pride. The second reason is that I actually knew I was quite ignorant (mainly because I couldn't find the time to sit down and start reading)... but is different to know than to be told... anyway...

Obviously, there was just one way I could step out the well of ignorance.

Today I've spent six hours reading about: Israel, Palestina (and their conflict), Iran, Saudi Arabia, Syria, Lebanon, Egypt, UAE and their politics, main leaders, economics, religion, intern conflicts and anything I could actually find.

My head is about to explote. At some point I was about to take a pencil and some paper just to take notes and be able to keep up with all the information. I didn't. My room was just too far and I knew that if I left my seat, I would either not go back or lose the track. And probably both. So I remained glued to my unconfy kitchen chair (if it were confy I wouldn't have been able to stay focused on the reading...)

I must say that it was been... interesting (not in the British meaning), really constructive, colorful. And as, hopefully, my brain will retain something (I emphazise the HOPEFULLY), I'll be able to go to bed happy since I would be a bit (just a bit) less ignorant than this morning when I woke up.

Bona nit

Tesba7 3la khair

...

2011-06-23T21:31:00.003+01:00

ra7 esht2lak

...

Sing with me...

2011-06-20T15:11:00.002+01:00

Never is too late to realize that some things are easier and nicer when you are around.

It's not about needing, it's about knowing I am what I am by myself.

And still wanting you to be with me.

Làmpada

2011-06-14T20:46:00.004+01:00

Quan vas marxar et vas endur la làmpada que il·luminava el menjador, i em vaig quedar a les fosques en una habitació sense sortides ni finestres. A temptes vaig trobar una caixa de llumins, mullats; però amb temps i cura els he anat assecant. I, tot i que els primers es van trencar, al final, vaig aconseguir encendre l'espelma que havia deixat a la repisa de la llar.

Avui he sortit al carrer, al final resulta que l'habitació sí que tenia sortida, i he comprat una làmpada nova. Ara per ara solament no brilla gaire, però m'han dit que amb el temps, la sala tornarà a tenir la mateixa llum que la que tenia quan tu vas marxar.

Swing

2011-06-07T13:54:00.005+01:00

It was late afternoon when she entered the playground but some kids were still playing in the wooden structure, the slides or buidling sand castles in the sandbox. The swingsets were empty.

She jumped into one and felt the cold metallic chain where the seat was hanging from. She sat in the middle of it and walked backwards until when only the tips of her feet could touch the ground. And then, she leaped and left the swing drive her forwards, soflty, until it reached its maximum height. And moving her body slightly forwards and bending her knees, she let the swing move her backwards until reaching again the highest point. And then, again, she unbended her legs and mover her body backwards. She repeated mechanically the movements she had learned when she was no more than three feet tall. And she looked around.

Up in the sky, the sun was setting and its last beams shaded the park of golden and red. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth on her face while the fresh air caused by the swinging was messing her hair. Through her closed eyelids she still could sense the solar disc, now being crossed by a cotton-like cloud. She tried to blank her mind and just feel the silence around her, but the calm was constantly broken by the children's laugh which at its turn, made her also smile. She opened the eyes again, two little girls were sitting in the swings just by, looking towards her direction, She smiled them back and jumped from the swing still in motion, landing with both feet on the spongy ground. Walked towards and standed behind both swingsets. She pushed the girls forwards a couple of times and went back to hers, starting again.

Closing her eyes again, she tried to think of nothing and just feel the dying sun and the sweet accompanying motion. The smell of the jasmin struck her by surprise and with it, a thousand memories were unveiled and spread just in front her eyes. She felt the sun tanning her pale skin and saw its light passing through the layers of thin ever-green leaves from the ivies that covered the squared pergola where they were sitting. She heard her own loud laugh seconded by another even louder and really close; and, just a bit further, the sound of the running water. Her hands were not grasping the chain anymore, but were holding a soft and warm hand that was playing with her fingers.

A shiver run down her back and made her return to the present where a colder wind was blowing and the sun had already disappeared behing the magnificent church at the other side of the park. She smiled to herself and, stretching the legs towards the floor, she started stopping the swing motion. And when it came to the end, she jumped from the swing and set her path towards home.

The Lovers

2011-06-05T21:41:00.000+01:00

See how in their veins all becomes spirit:
into each other they mature and grow.
Like axles, their forms tremblingly orbit,
round which it whirls, bewitching and aglow.
Thirsters, and they receive drink,
watchers, and see: they receive sight.
Let them into one another sink
so as to endure each other outright.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Orphan

2011-05-27T13:39:00.003+01:00

No more tears

from dried eyes.

No more sleepless nights

waiting for a sign from the stars.

There is an emptiness around me,

cuz I'm an orphan

and wobbling, I start walking again.

Time is all I need.

Some caring words and a sweet and guiding hand.

Because I'm tired and I just want to close my eyes.

And even you were, you are and you will be

even I will miss you

and even as you go a part of me will remain with you,

it's time to move.

End of this chapter.

Mme. Bovary

2011-05-13T18:26:00.002+01:00

The noblest instincts, the purest sympathies are persecuted, slandered; and if at length, two poor souls do meet, all is so organized that they cannot blend together. Yet they will make the attempt; they will flutter their wings; they will call upon each other. Oh! no matter. Sooner or later, in six months or ten years, they will come together - for fate has decreed it, and they were born one for the other.

Madame Bovary, G. Flaubert

Tarda de cafè i somnis

2011-05-05T19:22:00.007+01:00

Unes gotes fines i fredes queien quan va sortir del cafè. El sòl ja era tot moll i a la calçada s'havia format un rierol que desapareixia engolit per les successives reixes de les clavegueres.

Aixoplugada a l'entrada del local, es va posar el mocador de coll per sobre del cabell, es va posar les mans a les butxaques de l'abric, va mirar a una banda i a l'altra i va començar a caminar carrer amunt; molt a poc a poc. En la seva lentitud es va adonar de la velocitat de la gent que l'envoltava; estudiants amb una motxilla carregada de llibres i dos bosses dels supermercat a cada mà, oficinistes amb americana i corbata mirant-se les sabates esquitxades amb aigua bruta, xiquets de no més de deu anys fent ziga-zaga entre els vianants amb un patinet i dones grans amb paraigües enormes intentant passar entre la parada de l'autobús col·lapsada de gent i la paret.

Ella s'ho mirava, en la distància i, abstreta de tot el tràfec, va tancar els ulls, sentint cadascuna de les gotes que li acariciaven la cara i que, com a llàgrimes, li recorrien les galtes. El clàxon d'un cotxe la va treure del seu estupor i va dirigir la seva mirada endavant cap a l'origen del so. Una parella estava creuant el carrer, corrents, sense deixar-se anar de la mà; arribats a l'altra vorera, es van parar, es van mirar, es van donar un petó i van seguir caminant alegrement. Ella els va mirar i va seguir el seu passeig cap a casa.

Avançava amb els ulls a vegades oberts, a vegades tancats i, de tant en tant, alçava la vista cap a un cel uniformement cobert de núvols blanc-grisosos que no havien deixat d'alliberar gotetes. Li va semblar sentir que algú la cridava des de la seva esquena, es va girar, però allí solament hi havia la gent de la parada, els nens i cap cara coneguda així que, ni sense parar-se ni sense apressar el pas, va seguir endavant. La pluja començava a netejar una atmosfera carregada, deixant-la fresca i lleugera. Ella va inspirar profundament, deixant que l'aire omplís els seus pulmons. Ara el sol es ponia pel final del carrer, tenyint el cel tapat d'un to daurat i donant al carrer una tènue claror melancòlica.

Va tombar pel següent carrer a la dreta per arribar a un carrer molt més estret i sense trànsit i, amb la sensació d'haver tingut una gran tarda. Va somriure per a sí mateixa en el mateix moment que un noi passava pel seu costat i li responia amb la mateixa moneda. Instintivament, va començar a buscar les claus a la bossa i quan les va trobar se les va posar a la butxaca, juntament amb el mòvil que no havia sonat en les passades quatre hores però que sempre portava a mà pel "si-de-cas". Abans d'entrar al seu carrer, va donar, com sempre, una ullada a la jardinera plena de floretes liles, narcisos i dents de lleó; una mica més enllà, s'estenia una esplanada verda vorejada per una filera d'arbres de fulles d'un verd intens i ramells de flors blanques i rosades.

També va veure el noi arrepenjat a la tanca de barrots de ferro.

Va somriure i va creuar el carrer sense mirar.

El clàxon d'un cotxe va trencar el silenci que s'havia fet fins llavors, però ella no el va sentir. Quan va arribar a l'altra vorera, el noi, que s'havia separat de la tanca i s'estava dempeus tallant el pas, la va abraçar sense dir res i li va posar els llavis al front, donant-li un petó. Ella va tancar els ulls, aquesta vegada amb força i va sentir, altre cop, les gotes de pluja recorrent la seva cara; aquesta vegada però, acompanyades.

Gift

2011-04-30T09:20:00.003+01:00

I speak out of the deep of night

out of the deep of darkness

and out of the deep of night I speak.

If you come to my house, friend

bring me a lamp and a window I can look through

at the crow in the happy alley.

F. Farroukhad

Thoughts

2011-04-28T10:08:00.006+01:00

Today I turn 24 and even sometimes seems that I am still a child, I must say that I have learned some valuable (and others not so valuable) things.

I have, for example, learned how to have a good day notwithstanding the weather, how to drive a car and ride a bicycle. I have understood that an umbrella is a very useless thing, that not even the mediterranean sun can tan my skin and that I've already lost the battle against my hair. I've found out that the fridge has to be filled and that the clothes don't walk to the washing machine by themselves. I have learned how to do a thousand things at the same time and that even I can write, I just cannot paint. I have also realized that the Bible is a quite bad sci-fi story when compared to Dr Who or Firefly...

But

I have also learned that forever, always and never are meaningless words because there's nothing that lasts forever and so "take for granted" is, in itself, a mistake. I have realized that life is the most enjoyable work, that a smile can heal massive wounds and that some kisses are more valuable than words. I've seen that distance and oblivion are not always synonyms, that the origin, culture, religion and appaerance are not always reliable tools to judge someone and I've been shown that love does not understand of background, language or boarders. I have also learned that not everyone is what they show and some people can give great suprises and that we all have one homeland but there might be more than one place we call home. I have realized that will is a powerful mean, patience and obstination are amazing qualities, that give in or up are not considered reasonable options and (and probably most important) that if you want something, you will have to do it by yourself because no one will do it for you. And I've seen I can dream being awake, I can fly without wings but that the most beautiful feeling is make someone smile.

Ok, from now on... I shall keep learning :)

2011-04-23T15:14:00.001+01:00

There’s nothing but emptiness,

Only a veil covering a shapeless statue,

in a room with no furniture in

A shaped hole that noone can fill

And no windows

There’s an empty nest

A purple silken scarf entangled at the top of a leafless tree

A clift facing an endless ocean

Where only the wind reigns,

And blows everything away,

The fallen leaves

The felt words

The most fragile hope

It’s getting cold and I’m shivering

Cuz the coat was left at your place

As I think

2011-04-18T22:53:00.003+01:00

Dona'm la mà i espolsa la solitud que m'envolta has vist les flors al parc? no deixen de recordar-me a les de l'any passat però recordo els dies més brillants per alguna raó encara et busco quan surto al carrer malgrat saber que no et trobaré I feel like a rollercoaster and I'm tired of being taken down every now and then for reasons which are beyond my understanding and control, you are here, no you are not here or maybe yes hopefully yes but no I don't know gosh that's horrible and on top of that there's this ridiculously annoying bird singing all the time and does not let me think algun dia li fotaré una pedrada i ja veuràs tu com cantarà des del terra vens o marxes? vinc o vaig? no no jo vinc segur però què coi està passant? no entenc res de res hauria de parar de pensar sí vaig a intentar posar la ment en blanc merda encara estic pensant aaaahhhh this situation is literaly drowning me but I have no clue how to finish it I actually don't even know if I want to finish it no actually I don't want to mecaguntot, això és senzillament estúpid a veure, primera pregunta val la pena? sí vale segona pregunta hi ha segona pregunta? no anem bé merda I have to go to buy some things what do I have home? don't know something green is still left but that's all I really feel like taking a coffee ok let's organize myself should I go first to buy and then home and leave again and coffee no if I go home I won't go out again right then home leave all the stuff coffee and tesco yes that's it shall I take the computer with me yes I feel like writing but if I dont it's annoying to carry it all the time plus I can take the notebook and write and then rewrite it again in the netbook fine I'm not taking it with me I have to remember to take some cloth bags with me and if I go home I can actually check the fridge and see what I have great keys where the hell they are I took them this morning I'm sure yep here lucky me they are big one two three four five six seven eight nine ten eleven first floor let's see no home is empty cool I love it ok two minuts and off again yeah no one home i'm leaving the stuff at the room fridge off again shit I forgot the bags aaaahhh shall I go back no no let's go time half five good time coffee I love that bit of the day ....

Emily Magure - Start Over Again

2011-04-12T18:57:00.002+01:00

Sometimes; barely, I would say,

there is a second chance.

Per la finestra veig

2011-04-07T20:16:00.009+01:00

Veig...

Un cel blau, però no un blau profund i brillant com el d'un dia d'estiu. Sinó un blau pastel, suau, aquella tonalitat que adqu

ireix l'aigua quan s'observa a través d'un bloc de gel; purament hivernal, doncs. I és que encara que el sol domina senyor, el vent a ràfagues glaça l'ambient. Les mateixes ràfagues que modelen i esfilagarsen els núvols; estirant-los fins a convertir-los en meres formes esprimatxades i semitransparents.

Formes en les que els últims raigs d'un sol ponent s'hi reflexen i tenyint-les d'un color ataronjat, ni agressiu ni estrident, sinó més aviat difuminat i viu a la vegada.

Veig...

Les suaus pendents de les teulades, la sinuosa ondulació de les teules, les branques dels arbres començant-se a vestir de petites fulles d'un verd intens i les fulles que alguna ventada ha, prematurament, arrencat i que es suspenen graciosament entre corrents d'aire o s'arremolinen, alçant-se dòcils seguint una voluntat aliena. Veig, la silueta del minaret de la mesquita alçant-se solitari entre dos blocs de cases. I, en el seu cim, una mitja lluna en quart creixent que s'erigeix orgullosa trencant la uniformitat del cel color aigua gelada com si esperés la real, que encara no ha fet acte de presència.

D'aquí a un moment però, un negre profund i absolut ho cobrirà tot, impedint el gaudir dels colors però mostrant la immensitat del que ens envolta. I, tal i com la Lluna ja es mostra, uns puntets començaran a aparèixer, un a un, i il·luminaran tènuament la foscor de la nit. Puntets que veiem no més grans que el cap d'una agullaperò que, realment, som incapaços d'assimilar les seves dimensions reals. Són ells els que ens mostren com de petits i insignificants som en un espai que comencem a entreveure i intentar entendre però que resta per a uns pocs privilegiats el goig de realment comprendre el seu significat.

Fields of green

2011-03-31T22:34:00.005+01:00

At 9.03 am, the train started moving slowly. Eilidh looked through the window and saw passing by the old houses on the outskirts of the town. She opened the bag, took an enciclopedic-size pocket book and left it on the table in front of her whilst she turned her sight towards the landscape smoothly shifting at the other side of the glass. They were now passing through some farmlands and spread, as if wanting to not be noticed, some farms breaking the hegemony of the ridiculously green fields. Likewise, sprinkled like the first winter snow, sheep flocks were grazing totally unaware of what was going on around them.

She took the book again and opened it at the page with the bookmark. She took it with both hands and looked at it for a moment. It was the train ticket from the last time she visited him. She smiled and her sight got lost, releasing all the memories of a day that she still thought it was a dream.

Now the train was running by the shore. The wind was enraging the sea, breaking the foamy waves and making them bump against the clifts. Quite a few thin clouds were now covering the blue sky which had governed all the morning and were releasing shy rain drops which were reflecting the sun beams and drawing a magnificent rainbow just over the sea.

For the umpteenth time, she took the book and let it drive her through the Tsarist Russia and so loosing any contact with the reality. She dressed herself with the most soft muslin, covered her naked shoulders with a delicioulsy woven silk mantilla and ran after Anna and Alexis. At some point, she heard a voice calling for the next stop but she could not tell whether it was coming from PA or it was the Chief of the Station of Venice. She felt how the train stopped and started again and, two minuts later, she percieved, more than saw, a guy sitting in front of her. She rised her head and smiled as a welcome greeting. He returned the smile but quickly broke the contact fixing his attention towards the landscape. The shore had again disappeared and now an endless farmland was dominating the scenario.

-Next stop, Durham - announced the same voice. Recognizing the place made her return to the 21st century. She picked the ticket/bookmark from the table and put it into the book again and looked outside while taking her jacket. The clouds had gone away and so the sun was shining again, but the wind was still bending the trees. The guy in front of her rised his head, smiled shyly and muttered a nearly imperceptible goodbye. When the train stopped she was already standing in front of the door, with her little red suitcase on the floor by her side. The wagon's door opened authomatically and she elastically jumped to the platform, looked to both sides and start walking towards the main building.

It took her about three seconds to see him. He was sitting on a bench just by the main entrance, reading one of his brick-sized books. She delayed herself just a moment to look at him and to see how the sun light was playing with his hair making it shine. Even it was already mid summer, his skin was still pale, as if it was able to repel the sunshine. She walked towards him as silent as she could so he just realized of her presence when her shadow covered the light. He looked up and smiled. And not bothering himself by marking the page, he closed the book and placed it back to his bag. Stood up and put his arms around her neck at the same time that she embraced him by his waist.

- Bon dia, Khaleesi - he said slowly, trying to correctly pronunciate the three words.

- Mornin', Khal - she answered happily.

- Oh, it really freaks me how you easily you learn new stuff - he complained without releasing her.

- Complainer. You are doing so well!

- Liar.

- Ha, you know that I am - she agreed looking at him without letting the smile vanish.

As if mutually conveined, they untied the hug and, holding hands, started walking.

- How was the trip?

- Well, the train was quite empty so it's been alright - she said not really knowing what he expected from the question. - Been reading. How's been yours? At what time have you arrived?

- I arrived about two hours ago - he said blushing

- What? Why? - she uttered - But you knew I was arriving at elevenish!

- Yeah, but I did not know whether I would find place to park and it actually turned out that the car park was nearly empty - he ttried to explain himself - Could you please stop laughing?

- Yeah, yeah, just wait a sec - she said drying the tears which were rolling down her cheeks - Oh, done. And what the hell have you been doing since then?

- Well, I've been walking, taking a coffee and reading - he looked at her unable to repress a broken smile. Her eyes were still watered and blushed the cheeks.

- Oh, shame. I was about proposing taking a coffee...

- That's quite a good idea

- Really? But you have just taken another one.

- You know I am always up for a coffee

- Alright - she said - May we go first to the car and leave the suitcase?

- Ok then, the plan is: car, coffee and chat about what we are going to do these days - he resumed - Deal?

- Deal.

To be continued...

2011-03-29T10:31:00.005+01:00

SOMRIU

SMILE

Tot dit

2011-03-23T18:48:00.006Z

Era ja tard quan van arribar-se al banc del darrere de la catedral. Es van seure sense tocar-se, com sempre havien fet, resguardant les distàncies que el respecte i les circumstàncies els havien dictat. Ella va posar la bossa als peus i es va pujar la cremallera fins al final, acomosant-se el mocador al voltant del coll. La llum havia disminuit fins al punt de ser simplement una claror emanent. Just llavors, els fanals es van encendre tintinejant al principi i augmentant la seva intensitat després; però a part d'això, ningú va passar per davant seu i ni tant sols un cotxe va trencar la quietud que els envolcallava.

Es van estar una estona més en silenci, no perquè no es tenien res més a dir, sinó perquè estaven madurant tot el que s'havien dit fins a llavors. Ella va estendre la mà amb la palma mirant amunt, com buscant aquella resposta a tot el que els havia passat i com no gosava mirar-lo, va clavar els ulls a la façana ombrívola de l'església. Es va sentir rendida però incapaç d'abandonar tot allò pel que havia lluitat. Sabia perfectament quin era el camí correcte, quina era l'opció que hauria de prendre i, tot i això, no es va poder treure de sobre la sensació la situació havia estat molt injusta; no solament amb ella, sinó també amb ell. No entenia perquè havien d'acabar així; de fet, ni tant sols sabia perquè es plantejaven acabar. Però la senzilla idea de no tornar-lo a veure precipitava unes llàgrimes que feia estona que intentava reprimir.

I com a única resposta, ell li va agafar la mà, entrellaçant els seus dits i, quan ella el va mirar amb els seus ulls vidriosos, la va besar. Per primera vegada.

No diguis res i mira'm, que ja t'entenc.

Closed eyes

2011-03-17T22:38:00.007Z

Closed eyes,

I want to throw myself into your arms

and feel them.

Nothing to forgive

And I shall never forget the deepest well I fell

Cuz I've learnt

and I'm standing up again on my feet,

stronger.

And I'm back to see that

We aren't two drops of water

that melt together.

I'm just myself

And you are just yourself

But I hold your hand

And you hold mine.

I just want the time to forget us

and so we'll have all the minuts we've lost

because they belong to us

Emmirallament

2011-03-17T11:30:00.006Z

Et sé amb mi

I, malgrat tot, temo mirar-te

per si t'esvaeixes.

Invincible

2011-03-15T12:54:00.002Z

Parla per sí sola.

Sí vs No

2011-03-08T19:52:00.008Z

A veure, deixem les coses clares. Què vol dir sí i què vol dir no.

Ahir vaig tenir una bonica discussió amb un personatge que no entén la diferència entre ambdós adverbis. La situació va ser la següent:

Eren les vuit de la tarda i jo estava a casa amb el meu pijama a posat, llegint un llibre sobre les primeres comunitats agricultores a l'Orient Mitjà per allà els volts de 10.000 bp (segurament al 99.5% de la societat els importarà tres pepinos, però la veritat és que a m'apassiona. Bé, seguim) Doncs el personatge en qüestió em va començar a parlar pel msn i em va dir si em podia venir a veure. Pregunta que va tenir una òbvia resposta negativa (una setmana abans el mateix subjecte m'havia enviat un missatge per si volia quedar, no em vaig dignar a respondre-li el missatge). Acte seguit em va començar a dir que em trobava molt a faltar (¬¬) i que si jo no l'havia trobar a faltar (No cal la resposta no? Ell tampoc la va tenir). La insistència va seguir fins al punt de dir-me que venia a la meva porteria que si podia baixar quinze minuts. A veure, quina part de no no hem entès? No he dit que potser, o demà, o si surt el sol... He dit simplement no! Si us plau, quina insistència!

Però llavors vé l'aportació estel·lar de la nit que consisteix en un monòleg (seu, òbviament) dient que si no vull quedar doncs que ho digui clar i sincerament que no vagi per les branques perquè ell sí que vol veure'm i que si demà (o sigui avui) tenia una estona lliure que voldria prendre el un cafè... És que no he estat prou clara? Pel que es veu, no.

Suposo que ara us estareu preguntant el perquè de la meva reiterada negativa sense cap tipus de delicadesa; doncs us poso en context. El anomenat personatge em va dir de quedar fa unes quatre setmanes per fer un cafè. Jo, com a persona oberta de ment i amb ganes de conèixer gent nova li vaig dir que sí, òbviament. En algun punt de la conversa, va derivar cap a un parell de frases de l'estil de "sí, perquè com la meva família és bastant rica, doncs jo tinc cases a aquí i allí i a l'estiu em dedico a la pesca amb harpó i a nedar que se'm dóna molt bé" i una altra perla similar a "perquè quan em mires no pots dir, aquest noi és lleig, perquè encara que no sóc un sex símbol, sí que sóc bastant guapo". (¬¬') Cal algun tipus més de comentari? Seguiu pensant que sóc una persona sense tacte o cor?

Al pobre noi no el vaig contradir en relació a la valoració de la seva bellesa, per gustos els colors, i a ell i a mi ens agraden colors diferents. I pel que fa al tema dels diners, doncs la veritat, no estic tant desesperada com per començar a caçar fortunes sense cervell (de fet no estic gents desesperada). Així que opto per no gaudir de l'honor d'estar en Sa Presència ja que no em considero prou qualificada o bona per estar-hi.

És això un no prou clar? Això espero...

'bout love

2011-03-03T21:01:00.004Z

No em refereixo a apreciar, ni tan sols a allò de "me l'estimo..." sinó a parar-se un moment a pensar i dir: "ostres, porto tot el sant dia pensant en el mateix" i saber que seguiràs pensant el mateix fins que tanquis els ulls i que possiblement, el primer pensament del matí tindrà el mateix protagonista. És molt més enllà de passar una bona estona i dir, "fins aviat" amb un somriure, és passar de comptar les hores a comptar els dies, o les setmanes. És tenir la sensació que algú està jugant amb el temps, robant no solament els minuts, sinó també les hores. És més que buscar i fer una llista dels punts en comú per buscar temes dels que parlar, és saber que passi el que passi hi haurà alguna cosa a dir i que sinó es compartirà un silenci còmode. És no fer res en tot el dia i sentir que ha estat un gran dia. No és patir, sinó desitjar els moments per a dos.

No és recordar que existeix quan t'envia un missatge o truca, és esperar sentir la seva veu, és sortir al carrer pensant que te'l pots trobar, és recordar pel color d'una samarreta, pel so de les campanes, pel tè de mitja tarda, per una visita a la platja, per una cançó, per creuar un carrer, ... i somriure cada vegada que veus la seva cara sense la necessitat de concentrar-te gaire (o gens). No és témer el que passarà la propera vegada, és saber que no importa el temps que passi entre una visita o una altra perquè res haurà canviat. Perque solament pot anar bé.

És deixar d'utilitzar el singular i fer servir el plural. És saber que ningú té un rol ni juga a ser un personatge, sinó acceptar la nuesa i simplement ser qui ets. Adonar-te que no importa si portes roba cara o el pijama o la roba d'estar per casa, perquè tot va més enllà de l'aparença.

I és comprendre que no importa quants mals moments es passin ja que els bons sempre seran superiors en número i intensitat. Que l'única manera d'oblidar aquesta persona és senzillament esborrar-la i esperar pacientment que el forat que ha deixat cicatritzi perquè no hi ha ningú que sigui capaç de reomplir aquest buit. I tot i això, passat un temps, encara quedarà aquella sensació de melancolia, de pèrdua. Entendre que no és que no puguis oblidar, sinó que malgrat saber que al final tot revertirà en tu, no vols oblidar.

És no perdre l'esperança i deixar temps al temps.

Nostàlgia

2011-02-20T16:52:00.001Z

I tend to not remember the exact day when something happened. I know, and I am sorry because sometimes is annoying. However, for some odd reason, or maybe not that odd, I remember the day when everything started.

Nostàlgia, nostàlgia de les nostres lluites, del so del nostre riure, de les llàgrimes, de la pluja, del tren, del tè, del cafè, del caminar per caminar, del discutir per discutir, de les botigues de llibres, de la música al carrer, dels diumenges, de les mirades, dels dinars a l'aire lliure, ... de tots els grans moments que, posats en una balança juntament amb els dolents, fan que aquests segons siguin obviables.

Time passes so fast that we don't even notice it. But I look back and I can see every single period I have been through, and I still think it worth it. And I would repeat them all.

En va / In vain

2011-02-04T11:01:00.006Z

Deixa't caure,

en cercles.

Dona't, dona'm

aquell temps preciós en el que la incertesa impera

I busca'm

en un laberint de cares,

ombres, màscares.

Doncs sense saber qui ets,

t'escolto,

et sento i em perdo

veient passar les hores;

sense percebre-les,

vivint-les.

I, en va, em pregunto

si realment són teves aquestes paraules;

o meves?

Let yourself fall

Into circles

Give you, gimme

That precious time where the incertanty prevails

And look for me

In a maze of faces

shadows, masks.

Since even not knowing who you are

I listen to you

feel you

And I get lost

looking the hours pass by

without percieve them,

living'em.

And, in vain, I ask myself

whether these words are actually yours

or mine?

Writers, readers and stupids

2011-01-23T23:40:00.004Z

I sometimes ask myself whether I wear the word "stupid" writen in my forehead, do I?

Look closely because I am pretty sure I do...

If not, why the hell these people who call themselves writers treat me as if I were. Where is the point of telling me EVERYTHING that's happening and advertising me of what will happen in the next hundred pages.... obviously if I know, I won't finish to read the f*** book!

Yeah, got it. It really piss me off not to be allowed to imagine, to think, to explore. Don't tell me a character is angry, SHOW me the anger; don't tell me someone is a mess but SHOW me. Don't worry, I will understand. And if I don't it'll be MY problem.

And please, stop showing the thoughts of a character you are not meant to be. Because it makes the text be awkward. If you stand by the main character, be faithful to it and if you decide you are in all your characters mind is alright. BUT you cannot tell me that the guy who passing by is happy or sad or is doubtful! Tell me he is smiling or that he has a cristalline sight or that he is looking alternatively right to left, plz!

One more thing. If you are that lucky that you're knowledge about what you write is deep and wide. Congratulations, great for you! But, please, try not to teach me (or at least not so evidently) because if I want to learn history, I can read a history book and if I really need to know where I have to go to find a middle age contract I will ask someone else in the archive! I won't come back to your book where you say that depending the contract you want you should go here or there, got it? Again, if you feel that is TOTALLY necessary to know these details to comprehend the whole text and the story, don't make me feel I'm in a class and you are giving me a page-length explanation.

Cuz, you know what? The beauty of a book, of a text is that every single person who reads it will have their own interpretation. Scaring, isn't it? I know it's easier to tell exactly what I have to know, what I have to think, what I have to ask myself BUT that's not the point! I want real people, not just characters, I want real names (we don't call our friends by their name and surname, come on), make me believe you, your little people and your story!

I am not saying the story is bad, it is actually ok. The only problem is that I don't buy it.

A story is something alive and every reader will see different details in it. If the text has a purpose and the words are specifically chosen, don't be surprised if someone don't get it because every reader give to the story a different meaning. The most important thing is whether you are actually able to transmit and make someone dream, if you can take someone off the settie and drive him softly to another place; if you can make someone feel not only the joy and the happiness, but the pain, the despair, the distress; if you can make someone care, feel, think, laugh or cry, then you've got it.

I'm not gonna say it's easy. It's actually quite complicate but it's challenging. So give it a try.

Make me dream, feel, imagine, think, care, believe, smile, and I'll be there waiting for you.

Imitation of life

2011-01-09T21:09:00.003Z

There's nothing you can say when everything is already said

Time passes by and just the memories remain

Memories of you, of me,

Flashes of places, of antics

Near past smiles still lasting

Cuz we live our life making it as simple as possible, as easy as we can but sometines we have a hint of something different. Yesterday I was said that what we live change is in some way. I must say I agree, I would just add something else. People change us.

This lovely people who shows us the value of a smile, the strength of a hug, the beauty of the differences.

Nights

2011-01-01T23:17:00.002Z

I look for you in an endless night.

And, eventually I find you, there.

Wake me up when the sun rises up the sky

And guide me softly to the fields of green

Cuz I am sick of sleeping and I miss your touch

You, the one I have never met

Make me listen that song I've already forgotten

And draw a permanent smile on my face.

Because even I know I am alive,

I've lived

I've loved

I've been hurt and from it I've grown up

and now I'm ready

To live again,

To love again.

Between you and I

2010-12-28T15:03:00.004Z

14th November (7)

Oceans,
Streams that carry us appart.
Don't tell me, please, you are still looking for the lighthouse

I was drowning. But now I float and I let the waves guide me. The same waves you were playing with and the same that have carried you away.
Don't you see that fog? It's been here for a while and has covered the bridge we once built together. And not only I cannot see it anymore but I am also tired of looking for it. Cuz I've reached the floor of the well and I've walked in the darkness, blind; and now that I am starting to see again I just want to look onwards

I know I'm not gonna forget you, I'm not even try to. Because I've loved you, more than what I was supposed to and probably less than you deserve.
I'm just going to let the time do its work.

Between you and I, memories of happiness

Always, yours

Mariam Sippar

PS: I actually don't know whether I will give him that or not. Probably the second.
PS2: Even I hardly know who you are, I am glad I have found you.

The girl from the other side of the room

Don't...

2010-12-17T15:41:00.002Z

I warn you...

Don't tempt me

with words you know I don't understand,

with songs I cannot sing,

with books I cannot read,

with letters I can barely recognize.

Because I love the words, the songs, books and letters

and even before you can imagine,

I'll be understanding, singing, reading and recognazing

Work

2010-12-09T15:39:00.015Z

- Lilian
- Yup, that's me. - she says without taking her attention of the paper.
- Lilian, could you please pay me attention.
- Just a second
- Liiiiliaaaan
- WHAT! - she shouts at him
- Sorry, I thought you were not listening to me.
- Because I was not listening to you! - she says impatiently.
- Aps
- Haven't you seen that I'm trying to know what the hell says in here.
- But you can read that?
- Well, that's what I was trying to do when you started shouting my name
- Sorry.

- Anyway, what do you want?

- Oh, yes. Just wanted to know at what time are you going home

- Don't know, what time is it?

- Half seven

- Ah, ok. Well, I'll go home when I finish that, maybe at eightish - she answers finishing there the conversation.

- Lil - he says some time later

- Ahaaaa

- Liiiiil

- Saaaaaay - she demands tiredly

- It's two past eight.

- And?

- You said you would be leaving at eight.

- I think I said I would leave when finished

- Ah, ok. I'm off then.

- Great, have fun.

- Bye

- Bye...

- Lil, Liil, Liliaaan

- For fox sake, weren't you finally off!

- No, I had just gone to the toilet.

- Ah. great

- But now I'm off, are you leaving?

- No, still haven't finished

- How long have you been trying to read this page?

- I have just started

- But it isn't the same of the two previous hours?

- No, darling. In two hours I have actually read four pages - she says facing again her papers

- Oh. Well, I actually think that in this language everything looks alike.

- Well, that's why is quite complicated to read it, because I have to pay attention to the details.

- And you need silence, then.

- Yeah, that actually helps

- Oh, then you are not off.

- No, I'm staying

- Sure?

- Yes

- Ok, then, bye.

- Bye! - she says waving her hand - finally. Ok, it's half eight. Woooork!

Exceptional post

2010-12-04T16:00:00.007Z

I usually never write about what the hell is going out around the world. That does not really mean that I have no idea, but I just leave the comments to the people who actually knows more about that. However, I think I'll do an exception and just draw the readers' attention to just one question.

The actual President of the Arab Republic of Egypt is Hosni Mubarak (82), Chairman of the National Democratic Party (NDP), who has been "guiding" the country for about 29 years. During all these period, his governament has introduced some changes to the egyptian economy (mainly n the last ten years) but the country has still massive social deficiences as well as high levels of unemployment and corruption. It's said that Mr. Mubarak's health status is really bad and actually he underwent surgery last year. Since some years, his youngest son Gamal Mubarak, has been taking part in his politics and some analysts think that he will be the next President.

Now; there a lot of questions which could be explained about this governament but I'm just going to focus on one point. His goverament has been qualified as highly corrupted and the Emergency Law rule has been applied since Sadat assassination in 1981. That means that anyone can be imprisioned for virtually no reason and so the personal rights have been, since then highly questioned. However, Egyptian press freedom has been (until now) one of the best points in its political life. I am saying "until now" because from November onwards various measures have been promulgated to either avoid the spread political information which might have gone against the NDP politics, to avoid the opposition to use the public media or to silence the critics with Mubarak's politics and governament.

Last week the Arab Republic of Egypt saw the first round of the Parlamentary Elections (tomorrow will be the second round). One could actually guess who won it and wouldn't be wrong if the first thought was NDP with Mr Mubarak at its front. And so it was, NDP won more than 90% of the seats and the opposition holds less than 10% (the last 5 years they had 24% of the seats) leaving the international society quite puzzled not for the results but for the why they have achieved them (from interfering the votion to vote-buying and imprisionment some of opposition leaders). It is interesting, though to note that one of the objectives of NDP for these elections was to show to the international society that they could win fair and clean elections without any oppression onto either the opposition or the people. That would place qualify them as a secular and legal and so confronted to the banned Muslim Brotherhood.

Does it seem that NDP has no real opposition? Well, actually it does but that does not really mean that they have threaten or even shed a fair shadow to the "main" party. Since this elections were called some months ago, one figure started rising as a possible unifier of the opposition parties, Mohamed ElBaradai. In contrast to the other opposition leaders, Mr ElBaraday is a former chairman of the International Atomic Energy Agency and using his international renown, he started to campaing for the boycott of the elections to force a change in the actual governament. However, at the end, he failed in unifying the opposition since the Muslim Brotherhood and Wafd decided not to boycott the elections. And so the NDP was left with virtually no oppositors. It is probably that NDP induced these two parties to vote against the boycott; a thought that does not seem really out of track if checking the previous elections.

Not being an expert on that topic, I would say that NDP would have won the elections even with the boycott lead by ElBaradai. Probably they wouldn't have hold the 90% of the seats, though. The difference between holding the 75% from the last electoral period to this ridiculous amount of seats mean is actually that this "new" governament can do and undo at will. Actually is what they have been doing since they got the power. What they (and no-one) actually knows is how the population will react to this result and to that non-legitim governament.

So at the end it seems that things will remain the same; a party holding about the vast majority of the parlamentary seats and some critic voices. Voices which will be heard as long as they are not really critic and not become a real threat to the status quo where the Egypt governament is placed since Mr Mubarak became President.

I just cross fingers and hope that next time the opposition will be able to really organize themselves behind a real leader (and leaving aside their obvious differences) and so be able to make a change and guide this magnific country to a real democratic one. They have 5 years to work and there is no time to lose.

Surviving in Edinburgh (part 2)

2010-12-01T22:29:00.005Z

Primer de tot m'agradaria aclarir que no vull dissuadir a ningú de venir aquesta ciutat en els mesos d'hivern però, siguem francs, no és bufar i fer ampolles.

Si en l'àmbit de no-neu el més complicat (segurament) era comunicar-se amb la gent local en el cas de neu la necessitat de comunicar-se passa a un segon pla ja que la màxima prioritat passa a ser: mantenir-se dret i caminar (no és tant fàcil).

A vegades em pregunto perque vaig deixar de practicar patinatge sobre gel. De fet, penso que hauria de ser, si no obligatori, com a mínim recomanable fer algunes classes d'aquest magnífic i útil esport per a viure en una ciutat en la que, en una setmana s'ha acumulat com mig metre de neu i hi ha un gruix de 10 centímetres de gel (no vull ni pensar que passarà quan tot això es desfaci, potser començaré a practicar esports de vela o kayak9 En fi, aquí van els meus consells:

1. En referència al temps: si ja has viscut la primera nevada, prepara't perque nevarà CADA DIA. No creguis que tot el dia estarà caient neu, farà sol (seguríssim) però quan hagis de trepitjar el carrer, començarà a nevar (comprovat).

2. Porta sabates amb sola grabada. Segurament no evitarà que caiguis, però potser ho faràs menys vegades.

3. En el cas que caiguis (i creu-me que ho faràs, no és per desanimar-te) pots fer com si no hagués passat res (Sí, allò que tots fem d'aixecar-nos ràpid i mirar al voltant per si hi ha algun testimoni de la patacada i fregar-nos la mà/comprovar si ens hem trencat alguna cosa/mirar si ens hem cobert de neu que reveli la veritat) però tu saps que t'has caigut i el que t'ha vist també així que somriu i segueix el teu camí (quan no et vegin fregat la mà, mira si hi ha neu reveladora o has trencat els pantalons, no cal que tothom ho sàpiga).

4. No porti les mans a les butxaques. Tampoc evitarà que et caiguis, però com a mínim, quan ho facis no et trencaràs els nassos. Si el problema són les mans congelades, hi ha uns complement anomenats guants que van de fàbula.

5. Si has de trucar, enviar un missatge o fer qualsevol cosa que desviï la teva atenció del terra. Para i des-ho, no intentis fer dues coses a la vegada perquè el més segur és que acabis al terra.

6. Hi haurà vegades que caminaràs amb moltíssima seguretat i altres que semblaràs un pingüí. Tranqui, és normal, però si de pingüí evoluciona a ànec el meu consell és que paris, respiris i tornis a començar a caminar. Amb una mica de sort serà un estat momentani. En cas contari, fes el que puguis fins entrar a un cafè, distreu-te durant una hora i intenta arribar a casa sense acabar per terra.

7. Avis, la calçada NO és plana! Això vol dir que si ho sembla, estarà davant d'un monumental vassal de neu desfeta (= aigua bruta). No cal dir que s'han d'evitar (a menys que vulguis banyar-te)

8. Tema guerres de neu: són molt guays (tots estem d'acord) però s'agraeixen aquelles fetes amb neu neta i no la de la vorera/calçada/zona de pas.

9. Intenta caminar a una distància prudencial de la calçada. L'explicació és ben senzilla, els cotxes esquitxen gel de color marró (algú ha vist neu d'aquest color? Oi que no? Doncs no cal més comentari)

10. També recomanaria caminar lluny de qualsevol cosa que sigui potencialment perillosa en el cas que us foteu una trompada (semàfors, parades de bus, cartells en mig del carrer; en definitiva, qualsevol cosa en mig del carrer).

11. Tema nivells de sòl. A veure, com a tots els llocs, la vorera és més alta que la calçada. Conseqüentment, si estan al mateix nivell (i creieu-me que ho estan, i més amunt i tot) vol dir que com a mínim hi ha 20 cm de neu. No cal comprovar-ho. Igualment passa si veus que camines al nivell de la maneta de les portes dels cotxes, el que hi ha a sota és un gruix considerable de neu. Com diuen aquí, up to you if you want to make sure it's snow or not.

12. Una altra qüestió important: el terra NO brilla per sí mateix. Això vol dir que si veus que reflexa la llum, el que hi ha és una magnífica capa de gel. Tu mateix/a, jo solament dic que si ja costa caminar per la neu, les probabilitats de caure caminant sobre una capa de gel està directament relacionada amb la capacitat de patinar multiplicada per la longitud de la capa, per la gent que hi ha al voltant i per la pressa que tinguis.

13. I últim consell, no surtis 10 minuts abans del que sortiries de casa si no hi hagués neu. Surt, 20 minuts abans si has d'anar caminant i 30 minuts si has d'anar amb transport públic (si és que funciona i en el cas que funcioni arriba a on tu has d'anar ja que és possible que et deixi tirat al mig del no-res (literalment)).

Bé, em sembla que això és tot, sembla horrible no? Doncs la veritat és que no, és la mar de divertit. Caminar per una ciutat nevada és l'esport de risc de la temporada d'hivern (que aquí tothom practica de fet és obligatori a menys que puguis permetre't hivernar...).

Surviving in Edinburgh (part 1)

2010-11-29T20:50:00.005Z

Hi ha vàries coses que qualsevol que vingui a viure o a passar uns dies en aquesta preciosa ciutat hauria de tenir en compte.

Acabo de constatar que la vida canvia una mica bastant segons si hi ha neu o no (no diré hivern i no hivern perque encara és la tardor i tenim un metre de neu...). Ja que no vull que sigui una lectura pesada, dividiré els consells segons presència/absència de neu.

Si no hi ha neu (sempre comencem per els parts fàcils):

1. No te'n refiïs MAI del temps, encara que ho digui la BBC.

2. Si fa sol, plourà en menys d'una hora

2 bis. Que faci sol EN CAP CAS vol dir que faci calor.

3. Si plou, farà sol en menys d'una hora

4. Com a conseqüència directe de 2 i 3, el paraigües no val per res. No cal carregar-lo.

5. Tema vent. Bufa molt fort. Si pel matí veus que els arbres estan mig combats, agafa una motxilla i omple-la de les coses més pesades que tinguis a mà. Evitarà que surtis volant.

6. És possible que malgrat haver estudiat 10 anys anglès no captis ni una paraula del que et diuen. No passa res, són ells els que no saben parlar anglès.

7. En el cas que algú se't dirigeixi amb aquest dialecte has de dir: "Sure" o "Yeah". Si et miren malament digues "Say again" i et repetiran el mateix. Igual, si ho entens, ets un as; sinó, marxa discretament amb un somriure.

8. No cal un mapa. La gràcia és perdre's i trobar-se un altre cop. A més, tampoc és una ciutat gaire gran.

9. Pels que venim de països on es condueix per l'esquerra: Els cotxes venen per la DRETA i no, no van sols, el conductor està a l'altra banda.

De moment, fins aquí les meves recomanacions per viure aquí en temps de no-neu. Demà, en temps de neu.

Diumenge

2010-11-26T22:07:00.002Z

Neva. Molt. Moltíssim.

I jo m'arrepenjo al radiador i amb un cafè entre les mans miro per la finestra. I veig com el vent capriciós juga amb les volves de neu que cauen en forma de cortina sense una direcció definida i les estampa contra les parets o els vidres o, aprofitant la seva lleugeresa, les suspèn en l'aire i les aixeca en contra de la gravetat i les fa descriure graciosos moviments abans de dipositar-les suaument al terra. I hi ha volves que aconsegueixen arribar al terra, formant una catifa esponjosa, però n'hi ha que es posen a les teulades, als colzes de les canyeries, als àmpits de la finestra; trencant el dur marró de la pedra amb el blanc encoixinat de la neu acabada de caure. I llavors vé una ventada i precipita les organitzades muntanyetes cap al terra.

El cel, d'un blanc impol·lut, brilla sense estridències i il·lumina tot el paisatge. És una llum clara, real, com si enlloc de venir solament del cel vingués també del terra. Com una claror sense una font definida sinó que emana de tots i cadascun dels elements i que ressalta els seus colors. Colors purs, reals, potser massa reals com per ser-ho. I miro per la finestra i em sembla que el món que hi ha a l'altra banda de la finestra no és el mateix en el que jo estic ficada.

Jo visc en un lloc tangible mentre el que hi ha a fora és una bonica pel·lícula d'aquelles que vèiem quan érem petits en els que els personatges viuen en països on fa fred de veritat i els carrers es transformen en poques hores. Perquè d'on jo sóc, la neu està a les muntanyes, a quilòmetres de distància i no a la porta de casa. Però pel que es veu, aquí, a on visc ara, això sí que passa.

Segueix nevant, molt moltíssim. I els petits racons que fa unes hores eren de color terra, ara ja són completament blancs, i les branques dels arbres es comencen a combar sota el pes de la neu. No hi ha ningú pel carrer, ni tant sols els cotxes imprimeixen les seves rodes a la neu caiguda a la carretera. De moment no hi ha nens jugant als gronxadors del parc de davant de casa, ni ocells que sobrevolen la ciutat. Avui tot està tranquil, pacient; les volves de neu són, de fet, l'únic que es mou a l'altra banda de la finestra.

Celtic blessing

2010-11-20T20:02:00.004Z

May the road

rise up to meet you,

May the wind

be always at your back,

May the sun

shine warm upon your face,

May the rain

fall soft upon your face.

And until we meet again,

May God

Hold you in the palm if His hand.

And until then,

Don't let the clouds

wipe your smile out of your face

Don't let a bad day

take the brightness out of you eyes,

And don't let a mistake

discourage you.

Through the window

2010-11-18T22:44:00.003Z

Through a slightly steamed window, I can barely see the park even I know it is there.

An endless carpet of spongy grass and colorful leafy trees. I will walk it tomorrow, from one end to the other, or maybe I will round it's fishy shape, I have never been at the other side. And if it is sunny, I will find somewhere to sit, I will close my eyes and I will try to find that stillness which used to be with me and it has been gone for a while.

But now I can only see diffused red and white lights passing through and disappear in the darkest night. I will also disappear, but under the fluffy sheets, today has been a quite long day and is time to let it finish. Tomorrow will be another day.

Bona nit

Buenas noches

Good night

Bonne nuit

Boas noites

Gute Nacht

Buonanotte

おやすみ

ليلة جيدة

شب خوب

Say anything

2010-11-15T14:50:00.002Z

She was staring at him, trying to know what was crossing his mind. At the same time, he was staring at a cup of coffee, warming his cold hands.

- Say something - She said suddenly. She had given up.

- What?

- Dunno, something - she said cunningly

- Well, choose a topic - he said still not quite understanding what she wanted.

- I don't want to pick a topic, just explain me somethig

- Mmmhhh

- That's not a really good start actually - she said impatiently

- Let me think! - he answered. His brain was struggleing after being totally white for a while.

- Who are you? - she asked suddendly. That was the simpliest question she could think of.

- That's a big question - he pointed rising one of his eyebrows.

- I know. Have we got time enough?

- Well, after explaining who I am, I'd like to know who you are.

- Alright, but then we won't have time enough.

- Well, we'll have to meet another day... - he said reluctantly.

- And where is the problem?

- I see no one, actually

- Great, me neither.

Sunshine

2010-11-13T15:46:00.004Z

He was standing outside the library where both had been studying.

She had carefully put her hat on, covering all her hair and only some curls escaped from it. It had not been a great work, since she always wore the hats as they fell on her head. But, for some reason, that time it had fallen better. She was looking up the bluest sky, not even a cotton-like cloud was crossing it. The floor was covered by brown-yellowish leaves and she felt like running towards them and make them fly again. As when she was a child and used to run through the piles of leaves with her brother.
She looked at him again, so concentrated organizing all his stuff. Took a deep breath; it was time; she had waited enough.

From behind the massive white building, she saw the sun hanging from the sky. Even it was a cold day, it warmed her up and felt its energy running by her veins. It has been so long since she had not felt the same. She smiled to herself and kept walking. She passed by an empty bench, she looked at it just a second, and even knowing it was getting late, sat. She left her bag by her side, stared directly to the sun and closed her eyes.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw her leaving. He had been doing lots of stupid things, trying to be really busy just to see where she was heading to. Finally she had left. Lucky him, she went towards the same direction he was supposed to. He came into the sunlight and felt the sun warming him up. He thought of putting the sunglasses on, but is was such a shame that he dismissed the option straight away. For some reason he did not really understand, she suddenly stopped in front of a bench and sat down. Was she starting at the sun? He had no other option than passing in front of her, and so he did.

His steps crushed the leaves from the floor when he was passing by and she opened the eyes half scared looking for the origin of the noise. And their eyes met. But she lowed her sight as if she had just remembered she had forgotten something in her bag and he muttered a simple sorry and walked away.

Still sitting on the bench, she saw him leaving; she felt the blood leaving her red face and closed her eyes just a moment to see him once again. Then, stood up and started walking again.

And he walked as fast as his legs allowed him, as if needing to scape from her. And when he felt he was far enough, he stopped and turn back, looking for her. But she was gone.

Catalunya Team

2010-11-12T17:55:00.002Z

Ali from Iran

Dimi from Greece

Ania from Poland

Nil from Norway

Khodor from Lebanon

Sam from Zimbawe

I'm from Catalunya

Menu:

1) Red peppers stuffed with rice, onion, vegetariean meat, nuts, tomato sauce and an endless list of spicies and herbs.

2) Chickens stufed with vegetables apples and oranges with orange sauce and (again) an endless list of secret ingredients which we cannot even remember

3) Panellets of pine nuts, chocolate and coconut

Probably the best dish was not the first one, even it tasted greatly. It was probably not the second one either (even the meat eaters said it was delicious) and actually the panellets were just amazing.

However, the best part of all the meeting was the cooking time.

7 people

7 cultures

7 lives

1 kitchen

3 hours

A million laughs

Sis persones amb les mans empastifades de massa de massapà, fent boletes i arrebossant-les. Com quan erem petits, amb l'única diferència que ara ja som "grans".

Un dia tal com avui

2010-10-29T23:12:00.004+01:00

Caminava de pressa. Bé, poster seria més acurat dir que passejava plàcidament pels carrers de la ciutat més ventosa a la que mai havia estat (i viscut). En aquell precís moment feia un dia assolellat encara que el terra encara era moll de les quatre gotes que havien caigut no feia més de mitja hora.

El carrer és ple d'estudiants atrafagats, d'estudiants reparting fulletons, d'estudiants preparant sidra, d'estudiants passejant, d'estudiants anant amb skate i grimpant per les escales de la plaça. En definitiva, el carrer és ple d'estudiants. De fet, és el que sol passar quan una ciutat de mig milió d'habitants allotja tres Universitats i una de les quals és la tercera més gran del pais... en fi.

Doncs això, que caminava sense parar la més mínima atenció a on posava els peus.

Conversa real:

- Auch! Oh, sorry! - Aquesta és una situació que es pot donar quan no solament no vigiles on poses els peus sinó que tampoc mires endavant.

- Oh! Don't worry. Been my fault! - Que majo el noi eehhh. Però; no, fill, no... jo estava mirant les mussaranyes i t'he menjat de ple. Com a màxim accepto un 50%.

- Bye.

Mmmhhh... que majo el noi...

I és llavors quan... Un moment, jo conec aquest noi... Alt, ros, ulls blaus, amb perilla en plan d'Artangan...

Conversa mental:

Espera, a veure, em giro (solament un segon). Aaarrgghh... Calia realment que ens giréssim en el mateix moment, realment calia? En fi... Respira tres minuts i segueix camimant. Mira't els peus o endavant, no sigui que tornis a ensopegar...

Osti on l'he vist! A veure no he estat a molts llocs en tres dies...

Labo? No.

Nero? No.

Biblio? No.

Hospital? No.

Oficina d'Estudiant Internacionals? No

Aaaaarrrrrgggghhhh Merda

Somni? No, estic segura que l'he vist...

Tres hores més tard, passejant encara...

Com pot ser que no recordi on he vist en d'Artagnan.

Ostres he d'anar a preguntar... El de les beques! Sííí!

Nooo, ostres espero que no se'n recordi de la noia que li va fer 50.000 preguntes, que no va entendre la missa la meitat i que en aquelles hores del matí (allà al voltant de les 10h) seva capacitat comunicativa no estava del tot activada...

En fi, la setmana que vé li he de tornar els papers que em va donar, tindrà memòria?

Sometimes...

2010-10-15T07:45:00.003+01:00

... when you realize what you had

that's already gone ...

Never Told You

2010-10-11T21:30:00.001+01:00

Me neither

Balance

2010-10-06T18:33:00.005+01:00

Purple jumper

hat lib

ballarines marrons

rain Chem/physics/med

notebook

all the other things

Pèrdua

2010-10-01T09:11:00.003+01:00

2010-09-24T21:30:00.003+01:00

"I almost wish we were butterflies

and liv'b but three summer days

tres dies com aquests amb tu

els podria omplir amb més delit

que podria omplir cinquanta anys

d'una vida normal i corrent"

John Keals

Lighthouse family - High

2010-09-24T17:16:00.001+01:00

That's where I am now,

close to the edge,

facing an endless desert.

I said I would fight until the end

And probably it's there where I am now.

An end, my end;

And I don't see any door or window, not even a hole on the wall.

Now I see some things are just impossible

No matter how much you fight

No matter how hard you try

No matter how much you desire them

They are just too far

I built castles of sand and now they are destroyed by sea waves

Now is time to move

2010-09-21T20:35:00.004+01:00

"When I think I might die without seeing a hundredth of all there is to see,

it makes me feel humble, I suppose.

And very angry, of course".

Twoflower.

The Colour of Magic, Terry Pratchett.

Desembre del 2009

2010-09-17T09:26:00.004+01:00

Es va despertar en la foscor de la nit; sola. La tímida llum del fanal que travessava els foradets de la persiana abaixada li va permetre veure's reflexada en el mirall dels peus del seu llit. Tenia els ulls inflats, cara de dormida i el cabell tot esbalotat.

No sabia perquè havia obert els ulls, aquell dia no havia tingut cap malson, ans al contrari. S'havia vist amb un noi a qui realment no coneixia i amb el qual jugaven i reien en un recinte que tampoc li sonava de res. Però es veia feliç. De fet, no era la primera ni la segona vegada que se li repetia aquest passatge, premonitori? Mai però acabava el somni, sempre es despertava en aquelles escalinates que semblaven formar part d'un pabelló, abraçats.

Va tornar a tancar els ulls amb força per intentar "veure" com acabava la història, què hi havia després de les escalinates, qui era ell... Però no; sabia, ja d'avançada, que la seva ment divagaria i al matí següent es desperatia i no recordaria res més que a ell i a les escalinates. Poster si es concentrava una mica, encara podria sentir els seus braços envoltant-la. Recordaria solament que anava vestit amb texans i que portava unes sabatilles esportives i prou. El rostre el veuria vagament, li semblava que tenia els ulls verds, el cabell més o menys llarg i fosc, una boca amable i riallera i el nas més aviat gran.

Els dies successius va sortir al carrer, observadora, per intentar trobar aquell noi en el que havia somiat tantes vegades; però sempre tornava a casa sense haver-lo vist. Al final va decidir que seria un producte de la seva imaginació i que era millor oblidar tota aquella història. Una setmana més tard, ja no recordava aquell noi rialler amb sabatilles esportives i texans i seguia amb la seva vida monòtona, simple quasi estúpida, similar a les rodes d'un molí que es mouen sense descans però no es desplacen mai.

Fins que uns mesos després, va xocar amb ell.

Begin again

2010-09-16T22:36:00.001+01:00

Solament quan perdem l'esperança, allò que hem perseguit se'ns escapa de les mans.

I don't even dare to think of...

Te deix, amor...

2010-09-12T19:28:00.005+01:00

La primera vegada que va mirar el rellotge, es va adonar que portava mitja hora corrent vora la platja; la segona, una hora i mitja. Havia xocat amb un parell de persones i, absent, havia demanat perdó sense saber ben bé a qui havia atropellat.

El seu pensament saltava del present al passat i s'inventava un futur inexistent i improblable. Per alguna raó, li va venir a la ment aquells llibre que havia llegit en els anys de secundària; Te deix, amor, la mar com a penyora. I, per alguna raó, li va semblar que el títol de l'obra no podia ser més encertat. Arribada a casa, va buscar frenètica el llibre, encara era allí, amagat entre volums immensos, un recull de contes curts i, el primer, aquest.

Va tornar a llegir la història, trista, melangiosa, bella i insultantment semblant a la seva. Ella havia marxat; encara que no voluntàriament. Se sentia llunyana, oblidada en un racó del seu pensament. Ell havia seguit amb la seva vida, aixecant-se i tornant a caure. Avançant i, de tant en tant, mirant enrera. A vegades es preguntava si encara tenia el seu raconet, però mai es va atrevir a preguntar-li per por a rebre un no per resposta i ara ja era massa tard. Al final, ella va marxar, donant-li allò que ell li havia demanat i deixant-li aquella mar blava com a penyora.

To the shining sun in my sky

2010-09-06T15:12:00.004+01:00

Back to you

To the only thing I've always known I had

To the only thing I will always have.

Back to your caring arms.

Cuz I left you home

but still has to come the day when I will forget you,

Still has to come the say when I won't need your guiding light.

My little shiny sun;

I'm back to you

Enten-me

2010-08-29T15:32:00.003+01:00

Que no ets el centre de a meva vida,

que no ets ni un punt en la meva orbita,

que no estas ni a la vora del meu cami.

Aixi que fes un esfors;

posa'm les coses facils, posa't les coses facils.

Enten-me,

oblida.

Nord

2010-08-28T00:18:00.002+01:00

Has trobat el nord? O segueixes mirant aquesta bruixula sense agulles?

Tu marques el Nord, el teu Nord i jo marco el meu, com cadascu marca el seu. Per casualitat, es possible que caminem en la mateixa direccio; pero caminem en el mateix sentit o en sentit contrari? El meu nord es la direccio que prenen les meves passes, sense previ avis, sense plans, per casualitat. La meva ombra? Fa temps que es va cansar de persequir-me, i malgrat que a vegades la trobo a faltar, al final m'he acostumat a la soledat, a la quietud, al silenci. Potser avui em dirigire cap a les muntanyes i dema, qui sap, potser cap a la platja. Cap a on et guien a tu? Mar o muntanya?

No, el que tinc a la cara, no son arrugues, se'n diu somriure. Que perque somric? Doncs la veritat es que no ho se ben be. No es que tot sempre vagi be pero en tot aquest temps he apres que un somriure es una porta oberta, es un sot menys a salvar per aconseguir un proposit, es una muntanya menys a escalar per arribar a una fita. Somriure es gratuit, es un regal, es una manera de veure a vida i els seus problemes. En aquest temps he apres que la felicitat no es la fita que vols aconseguir sino el cami que recorres per obtenir-la, son aquelles persones que per un moment es creuen en el teu cami, es xoquen amb tu i, per alguna extrany casualitat decideixen canviar el seu rumb o potser ets tu mateix qui decideixes modificar la fita inicial o potser les dues a la vegada. Cada segon, minut, hora, dia compta i jo els compto tots i cadascun d'ells.

Si per casualitat el meu nord es el teu nord, avisa'm, t'acompanyo mentre els nostres camins segueixin la mateixa direccio i sentit. Quan durara aquest tram? No em preguntis coses que no se, de fet, no et preguntis quan durara, simplement dona gracies i gaudeix de la sort que ens haguem trobat. Si alguna vegada ens hem de separar saps que quan vulguis, podras tornar enrera en els teus records i ens tornaras a veure, en aquesta cruilla, iniciant de nou el mateix cami. Pero ara aixo no importa. M'ajudes a aixecar-me?

Every second, minute, hour and day counts and I count all of them.

Tornada

2010-08-23T19:39:00.003+01:00

Today my desk was being used by someone else and, in the same office as always, I've sat in the only empty place. Just in front of the office door. I never liked it and I don't like it now either... it's just too in front of the view of everyone. But anyways, I've sat there. Some papers from the last owner were still on the table; I've piled them up and in their place I've spread my stuff.

Honestly, I haven't done so much. I've passed half my day trying to catch up and the other half trying to not pay attention to the door. We've gone to lunch in Wentworth and, just to remember pasts times, I've taken a coffee and got a loyalty card for it. By the I was on my own, sitting in a separate table just behind the fence, again, trying to not see you walking in front of me. But I've seen you there.

And I've gone back to the office and sat again on my new desk, I've looked through the window; it was raining, again. And I've loved it, as every time it does. I'd rather to be outdoors when it does thought. I think I've seen you walking slowly down the rain trying to catch some drops but you've disappear so fast, so I still wonder if you were there or not...

I've tried to forget that by working hard, I haven't achieved it

It's been an interesting day, tho. Is nice to be back.

Encara tinc la sensacio que tard o d'hora arribaras a l'oficina,

tard, com sempre: i somrient, com sempre.

Jo vaig viure en un somni

2010-08-15T21:04:00.008+01:00

Moments de felicitats en oceans de tristesa. No aquella tristesa que et fa plorar a llàgrima viva; sinó aquella de la qual no et pots desfer, que t'acompanya, com si se't mengés, com si tingués algú que m'extreu aquella alegria. Ara busco el somriure, aquell que tant fàcilment apareixia, aquell que no havia de buscar perque no m'abandonava.

No entenc ni sé si mai acabaré d'entendre, espero sense esperar ben bé el que em trobaré i segueixo pensant que algun dia aconseguiré allò que busco. Ara ja ni em pregunto, ja no penso, ja no medito, ara solament veig les imatges desfilar per davant dels meus ulls sabent que vaig ser afortunada de viure allò que molts haurien qualificat de somni, per mi va ser real, tangible.

I believe you are capable of everything great and good and love long ....

All the privilege I claim for my own sex is that of loving longest, even when hope is gone.

Jane Austen, Persuasion.

Summer storm

2010-08-12T19:56:00.002+01:00

The sky was getting dark even it was just 6pm. It was not blue anymore and covered by the grey cotton-like clouds.

It was about to rain. In the distance, a dense curtain of water had stared to fall some minutes befire and I could clearly see it coming. Scaring and incredibly beautiful at the same time. I sit on the threshold of the window, my feet on the roof and holding a camera; facing the summer storm.

In between the lighting and the correspondent thunder, not even a second. The storm is now just over us, magnificent and powerful. The house is shaking and the street has just become a violent river of ten centimeters deep.

I've already left my watchtower. Now, on a hammock in the balcony, I read accompained by the constant sound of the falling rain. It's cold out here.

The rain... it reminds me of a town, i reminds me of a weather, it reminds me of these people, it reminds me of you. And at the same time all these pics come to my mind, I realise that in 6 days I'll be flying back, back to my place, to my dream.

Remember me

2010-07-30T16:38:00.003+01:00

He was sitting on a bench just staring to the green horizon.

La va veure distreta i arrossegant els peus pel camí de pedres. Llegia.

- Hey! - He shouted at her when she passed by him. She turned her face towards his place but seeing nothing she just follow her path - Hey!

At that time she stopped and turn around

-Perdona, que em crides a mi? - va fer ella dirigint-se a ell. La cara no li era del tot desconeguda, però va ser incapaç de situar-la clarament.

- Yeah, don't you remember me? - he said puzzled.

- Perdona, però em sembla que no tinc el gust - va dir ella.

- So you finally did so... - he said nearly whispering

- Perdona?

- Oh, nothing, don't worry. How long have you been living here?

- Aquí, doncs... un parell de mesos, però em sembla que ja havia viscut aquí.

- Yeah, I know. And how long will you be around?

- No ho sé, el major temps que pugui - va fer ella. La cara se li va il·luminar amb un somriure fugaç. - Bé, he de marxar.

- Ok. Hope to meet you sometime again - he said still sitting on the bench.

- Sí, i tant. - Va fer ella obrint el llibre altra vegada i començant a caminar.

Having walked just two minutes, she stopped and turned around walking towards him who was still looking at her.

- Sorry for bothering you again. Can I ask you something? - she started timidly

- Oh, tranquil·la. Digues, digues.

- How do you now I lived here before?

- Perque durant tot aquest temps vaig estar al teu costat - va fer ell sense entendre ben bé el que passava.

- Ah, sorry; I have a huge lagoon in my memory.

- Ja, perquè ho vas fer?

- Why did I do what?

- Oblidar-ho tot. Vas dir que que faries però no creia que al final series capaç...

- Well, I didn't choose to have the accident. I've come back see if I can remember what happened here.

- Aps, bé, et puc ajudar si vols - va proposar ell sense pensar-ho dues vegades.

- Oh, that would be great. When can we meet again? - she said suddenly excited.

- Demà? Aquí? A aquesta hora?

- Perfect, I'll be here then. By the way, you speak so well!

- Merci, demà t'explicaré qui me'n va ensenyar. Que vagi molt bé! - va fer ell fent adéu amb la mà a la vegada que la mirava als ulls.

- See you tomorrow!

And it was then when she realized. Els seus ulls; a una de les fotos que havia rescatat, sortia un noi que els tenia igual. However, she couldn't still remember him.

Corres en direcció oposada.

2010-07-26T20:58:00.007+01:00

Em faig fonedissa i decideixo que ja n'hi ha prou.

Avui m'aniré a dormir pensant això, que ja n'hi ha prou, que ja he pagat i demà m'aixecaré pensant que falta un dia menys per tornar. Avui m'adormiré imaginant que m'abraces i demà me n'adonaré que tu no hi ets i el que és pitjor; que mai hi has estat. Avui penso que estic cansada de lluitar i de trencar-me el cap i sé que demà m'escriuràs i solament les dues primeres paraules em donaran prou forces com per seguir endavant.

Em faig fonedissa, me'n vaig i torno, em quedo.

I em pregunto el perquè. Per què em quedo, per què espero, per què confio, per què, per què...

I a tot, solamennt una resposta, la mateixa; i no és un "no ho sé". I és que aquesta té prou pes com per fer que em quedi, que esperi, que confiï fins que ja tot em superi, fins que em perdi a mi mateixa, fins que el que faig deixi de tenir sentit.

Em faig fonedissa i sento com m'abandona la força.

Recullo peces de mi, petitones, minúscules, i com un trenca-closques, les intento recol·locar. Transmeto la ràbia i la impotència a una pilota que rebota boja entre tres parets i jo ric, histèrica, a la vegada que ploro, buida. Paraules automatitzades que, com els globus plens d'heli, es deixen portar pel vent.

Avui, com tants altres dies i malgrat tot em suprenc, o no, adonant-me que no he escollit mai i que per molt que dubti i que digui el contrari acabaré sempre decidint que em quedo, que espero, que descompto dies, que lluito, que confio doncs simplement no puc ni vull veure't marxar.

Falta...

2010-07-23T22:18:00.003+01:00

Una eternitat

"solament"

648

38880

2332800

"solament"

Espero i desespero a la vegada

en mateixa mesura

I mentre...

mig estic,

mig faig,

mig visc,

mig sóc.

From now on

2010-07-20T15:12:00.005+01:00

I see, predict and calculate probabilites

You read and travel

We both fly

I'm Mariam Tale from York and I'm 23

You are just yourself, from somewhere up north and ageless

Lilian Tale

2010-07-16T14:40:00.005+01:00

Em dic Lilian Tale i tinc 23 anys.

I sí, com tots els Tale, sóc bruixa. I no, no faig màgia negra ni sé de ningú que la practiqui; de fet, no tant sols sé si existeix i no. Des del meu punt de vista hi ha màgia ben utilitzada i màgia mal utilitzada, d'acord, però al cap i a la fi, tot és màgia.

Abans de seguir endavant uns quants aclariments. Primer de tot; sí, volem. Encara que sincerament a vegades penso que seria millor teletransportar-se ja que creieu-me que a l'hivern allà a dalt, fa fred. Segon, hi ha poders comuns, com aquest de solcar el cel, però hi ha altres que són característiques de cada família. Per exemple; els Millard tenen una capacitat mental enorme. Això no vol dir que la facin servir tota; de fet, n'hi ha que ni tan sols la fan servir. La capacitat mental es refereix a la comunicació que poden establir entre ells a llarga distància o de llegir la ment dels pobres que es troben a prop. Nosaltres no disposem d'aquesta habilitat, però ens hem armat amb un artilugi summament innovador i eficaç anomenat telèfon.

Soon

2010-07-13T16:42:00.002+01:00

Today I've been driving for an hour and a half to nowhere by bendy and narrow roads through the woods.

Just me and you. No, wait, you were not there. I was there by my own; just me, myself, the road and the radio.

And at the end of the road, a tinny and canny village there I've stopped my car.

I've walked towards the centennial church, closed; and I've sat in the graveyard, looking to the woods around. I've played with the camera and the sun and after taking a hundred pictures, I've got up again and walk towards the car again to drive back home.

Me, myself, the bendy road and the radio.

Just to not stay at home, just to not sit and think whether I should stand here or just go.

I keep repeating to myself, soon it will be over.

And the next question is: when is soon?

Now or never

2010-07-11T16:38:00.002+01:00

I still think we can build summit gorgeous

I still think we are just in the beginnig of a big story

The only thing we need is walk together; it's not that difficult, trust me.

No-one but us can say who or what we are. We decide, we chose our way.

We've wait too long, now it's time to write our own story with our words because if we wait just a bit, maybe our time will pass again

Me manques

2010-07-05T21:28:00.004+01:00

De l'esperança que em dóna el pensar que tard o d'hora ens tornarem a trobar, sobrevisc. M'apago cada dia una miqueta més i ni el sol enlluernador és capaç de treure'm de l'ensopiment en el que em submergeixo. Busco aquell record en la memòria, aquella frase preciosa que una vegada et vaig sentir dir i em manques encara més.

Avui he buscat en mapes aquell lloc que nosaltres acostumàvem a visitar, he resseguit amb el dit aquella sinuosa carretera i m'he rigut dels pobles en els que ens vam parar. Voldria tornar enrera i aturar el temps en aquells instants doncs ara solament em queda el record, fotografies on ni tu ni jo sortim, errors un darrere l'altre.

La llum del far fa pampallugues, ja no veig la costa tan nítidament, i navego mig a la deriva buscant, en els moment de foscor, el meu punt de referència. Com a capitana del meu propi vaixell, sé que hi ha dues opcions; esperar que la llum es torni a encendre o virar per endinsar-me altre cop en la immensitat de l'oceà. Però enyoro excessivament la terra, i doncs espero que la llum s'encengui una altra vegada. Com una senyal que em guiï entre els esculls cap a la tranquil·la platja.

Tell me you are looking at the same moon I'm looking at tonight.

We are running out of sand and it's getting dark.

Smile and tear

2010-06-29T20:59:00.003+01:00

There's no possible if ; we'll meet again

A smile of 10 and a falling tear.

I want yours

964,13

2010-06-26T16:25:00.004+01:00

Sentada a la cadira de la meva habitació, et veig ajagut al sofà.

Sembla que res hagi canviat. Tu rius, jo ric, et mous i intento parar-te; però és impossible.

Ara tinc les mans lligades i no puc treure't els dits dels ulls, em cabrejo, i tu segueixes rient.

Segueix sent fàcil arrancar-te un somriure...

Més complicat del que hauria imaginat

I'd rather live what I've lived

Than being here knowing that I've lost an opportunity

Awake

2010-06-25T14:46:00.003+01:00

Starting to unblock the memories, she asks herself if everything lived was real or just a dream.

Time has passed too fast, things have changed a lot and now, half lost, she tries to find her way again. Sometimes, lying in bed, she lifts the mat that covers the hole next to her and lets the emptiness get her.

She's been told this feeling will, soon or later, disappear. Time will say whether that's true or not. But how long will take? she asks to herself.

For some reason, she knows she's been really lucky and feels like just awake. Why that feelings? How can they be coupled with the emptiness?

Time to time, maybe everything will go to it's place...

Time

2010-06-22T22:30:00.005+01:00

2 days

13 hours

40 minutes

4 línies

2010-06-14T14:16:00.003+01:00

Un dia em vaig gosar somiar un impossible.

Ara, somio cada dia, desperta i dormida

I en ells et cerco, et trobo.

I temo el dia en el que no et trobi.

L and L's brain

2010-06-10T10:46:00.005+01:00

L: Morning

L's brain: mmmmmhhhhh

L: Hellooo, morning... wake up NOW!

L's brain: shuusssshhhh. Stop making noises!

L: I'm gonna start the day without you...

L's brain: you cannot.

L: Oh, shit! Ok, I give you 5 more minutes.

L's brain: Great, night night!

5 minutes later

L: Morning

L's brain: mmmmmhhhhh

L: Good morning...

L's brain: Morning...

L: Ok, let's start the day!

L's brain: Does that mean that I have to start thinking in something?

L: Something useful if it's possible, yup

L's brain: I'll see what I can do.

15 minutes later:

L: Hi? Still awake?

L's brain: Course.

L: Aps, you are too silent

L's brain: Want to know what I'm working on?

L: Yeeeep

L's brain: Ok.

1. I'm leaving in a week time (I honestly do my best to put this thought in a box and throw it to the river...)

2. The difference in between beautiful and nice (this took me a while)

3. A poem (which I've already forgotten, it was awful anyway...)

4. The amazing weather we are having these days (I love it, I'm not kidding!)

5. Will I go to Copenhagen? (vcgdsfcv hgfcb)

6. Do I deserve what I have and what I've been told?

7. lalalalala (that's a song, obv.)

L: Uuuuoooo. STOP THINKING NOW!!

L's brain: But you said...

L: Yes, I said: SOMETHING USEFUL!

L's brain: And that's not?

L: Well... mebs but at least not now!

L's brain: ok... let's start again?

L: Yes

L's brain: Do you have a paper and a pencil? I'm going to start thinking properly now...

L: I have them both

L's brain: Great. "the Neolithic Period.... bla bla bla!

5 hours later

L's brain: L are you here?

L: Kind of...

L's brain: Ok, keep working then. "The Can Sadurní Cave... bla bla bla"

L: Could we have a break, please?

L's brain: ssshhhh I'm thinking!

L: Ups, sorry...

L's arm: eeeehhh you both... I need a rest!

L's brain: Oh, stop complaining!

L: Well, that's me giving up...

Lighthouse man, Emily Maguire

2010-06-02T20:48:00.002+01:00

Today I've walked by myself in my most beloved city.

I've taken pictures as if it was my first day in here

But now, every photo has a purpose, a reason to be, a related sentence.

Manualitats

2010-05-31T18:56:00.008+01:00

Agafo les nostres imatges i...

retallo,

pinto,

dibuixo,

dono forma,

escric,

tatxo,

remarco,

enganxo,

trenco,

Em quedo simplement amb la idea

I obtinc un quadre viu, acolorit.

El hores passen suaument, sense que ens adonem, com la sorra que s'escola entre els dit;

però nostra és l'elecció d'agafar un altre grapat i donar

temps al temps.

Vull ser...

2010-05-27T19:57:00.005+01:00

Avui, de camí cap a casa, he recollit una flor.

És una flor silvestre, composta, blanca, senzilla, no gaire resistent.

M'agrada, m'encanta, jo també vull ser una flor blanca i senzilla

Però...

Jo sóc aquella que mira el sol i tanca els ulls

la que mira per la finestra com es pon el sol,

la que escriu i no sap parlar,

la que juga i t'empenta,

la que riu perque sí.

Jo sóc aquella que està feta de petits moments,

la que oblida els grans dilemes,

la que es pregunta i es capfica,

la que porta la contrària solament per fer-te enfadar,

la que riu fins a plorar.

Jo sóc aquella que es construeix contínuament,

la que es desmunta i es protegeix,

la que, com l'aigua, busca sempre la sortida,

però mai hi arriba,

perque sempre resta,

per si mai es precisa

Dear Sun

2010-05-26T07:52:00.005+01:00

It's been so long since I talk to you for the last time but I have not forgotten you.

I hope you are doing ok. I'm fine, as always, doing lots of things and always rushing up and down. I'm quite tired, actually.

I don't know if I have the right to but could I ask you if you could shine brightly and powerfull for some days? Not too much, maybe two? Do you remember those Easter days, or the past two weeks; I bet you do. Well then, something like this.

There's no need to shine all day long, just a few hours will be perfect and some of us will be happier because our bateries don't work properly.

I hope that does not give you too much work; you know I would not send request if it were not totally necessary.

I will wait for your answer.

Thanks

Always yours,

Laura

Not fair

2010-05-23T22:33:00.004+01:00

That's not fair.

And I hate when you do that.

When you pretend that everything's ok.

No juguis; doncs jo sé perfectament on està em meu lloc.

Saps tu quin és el teu?

Que vols?

Vine i diga'm-ho;

I si no ho saps, calla.

Cuz I'm not gonna leave

I'll stay here

Scared?

2010-05-23T00:19:00.005+01:00

If you say that I've been ages without knowing you existed and so now I cannot miss you,

I will try to explain you why you are so mistaken...

Let me tell you an story.

Demana un desig (VIII)

2010-05-15T22:48:00.003+01:00

- No veig res - fa ell tancant momentàniament els ulls

- Posa't d'esquena al sol.

- Que aguda, ella - replica amb un somriure totalment fals - Ja ja ja.

Seuen en un prat verd ple de floretes grogues i margarides. El cel blau és solcat per núvols de nata muntada tan perfectes que semblen artificials. Bucòlic.

Al fons del prat, un noi corre i ella se'l queda mirant. Porta aquests els típics pantalons curts plasticosos de color blau elèctric, samarreta de dues talles menys per marcar abdominals i esportives d'últim model. Tot molt pro. Es mou i mira al voltant com si esperés aixecar múltiples exclamacions o rebre mirades lascives. Estúpid, pensa ella.

- Què mires - fa ell

- Res, el noi que corre per allà el fons, el veus?

- Sí, què passa? - fa ell divertit.

- A no res, pensava que és l'estereotip de noi que es pensa que és guapo i es mou esperant que totes les noies se li tirin al damunt - fa ella mirant-lo directament als ulls.

- I a tu t'encanta, eh?

- Ui, sí, em torna boja - contesta ella tiran-li la flor que acaba d'arrencar.

- Ooohhh, però que poc sensible que ets; has arrencat una flor! - fa el amb obrint molt els ulls.

- Vols una altra?

- No, gràcies - contesta ell posant-se de genolls com si volgués seure més còmodament.

Ella tanca els ulls i mira directament al sol, encegada. Fa un dia preciós. Una brisa dèbil i fresca li remou el, ja per sí mateix, indomable cabell. De cop i volta sent un munt de coses impactant contra la seva cara i a ell, riure sens control. I obre els ulls espantada per veure que està coberta de les mateixes floretes grogues que formen la catifa del prat

- Paul, què coi fas? - crida, mig histèrica, intentant adoptar una aparença de serietat a la vegada que recol·lecta les mateixes flors i les hi tira.

- Aaahhh, vale vale, ja està, ja està.

- Ara ja estem empatats - fa ella satisfeta i adoptant altra vegada la posició de relax.

- Què fas? - pregunta ella mirant-lo mentre es grata un ull - Vols deixar-te'l tranquil, que se't posarà com un cromo!

- Això em passa per que m'has tirat una flor directament a l'ull! - va ell encara tocant-se l'ull que, efectivament, està agafant un to vermell tomàquet

- Para, home para. Deixa-me'l veure - fa ella apropant-se i treient-li la mà de l'ull - El que tens és una pestanya, burro! - fa ella - Mira, la veus? - li ensenya mentre ell s'aixuga una llàgrima.

- Oh merci, senyoreta Ginebra, m'acaba vostè de salvar la vida - diu ell mentre la mira de reüll

- Té, la vols? - fa ella atansant-se

- Jo, per a fer què?

- Demana un desig i bufa.

- Quina tonteria - fa ell mentre mentre tanca un segon els ulls i bufa fort. La pestanya es perd en la immensitat que els envolta.

- Què has demanat?

- I a tu què t'importa! Els desitjos no es pregonen!

- Però no has dit que això era una tonteria?

- Sí, és el que penso.

- Llavors perquè has bufat i no em vols dir el que has pensat.

- Per si de cas...

Mmmmhhh

2010-05-11T21:34:00.002+01:00

Today:

Yes, YEs, YES, YEs, Yes, yes...

Uooooo..... shshshshshsh

Stop, stop, stop

no, no, no, no, no, no

Uiiiii... nearly too far

well... tomorrow, definitely, tomorrow.

Yes, YEs, YES, YEs, Yes, yes...

Veus cristallines

2010-05-09T19:46:00.006+01:00

Adorava la seva feina, era perfecta. Li encantava veure totes aquelles carones que la miraven captivades mentre ella els feia viatjar a móns llunyans. Era conta-contes, professió mal pagada i menys reconeguda, però era la seva vocació des que tenia memòria i ús de raó. Quan a secundària van haver d'escullir quin camí volien seguir, va veure que ella no volia ser científic, ni enginyer, ni advocat ni tant sols metgessa; ella volia explicar històries als nens petits.

Així que, durant l'època universitària, repartia el seu temps entre els estudis d'arxivística i la feina a la llibreria. Anava de vòlit, però no recordava una època més feliç en la seva vida. Quan va acabar la universitat, va decidir muntar la seva propia botiga on cada dimarts, dijous i dissabte a les cinc de la tarda, reunia un petit grup de nens i els intentava transmetre el seu amor per la lectura. Però això solament va ser al principi. Aviat, es va adonar que no podia compaginar el negoci amb seure amb els nens. Per l'entrevista per trobar el lector més adient, van passar persones de totes les edats, condicions i professions. Però res ni en els primers dies ni en les setmanes posteriors.

Fins avui, la Paola entrat a la llibreria agafada de la mà d'un noi que no havia vist mai. La nena acostumava a venir els dissabtes amb la seva mare però ara aquesta està malalta i feia un mes que no assistia a les lectures. Vestien conjuntats, ella amb un vestidet lila i ell amb un jersei del mateix color i texans; germans, segur, malgrat que ell era com a mínim quinze anys més gran.

La Paola l'ha guiat fins a la secció de clàssics, ha agafat les Mil-i-una Nits i li ha donat. Ella els veia entre les estanteries; la nena asseguda a la butaca de pell i ell al terra amb les cames creuades. La separació entre ells i la el mostrador de l'entrada era prou petita com per que pogués sentir la seva veu clara, melodiosa, cristallina, terriblement sensual i captivadora; llegir les primeres línies del conte.

En un moment de lucidesa s'ha enrecordat que encara no havia trobat a ningú per que llegís als nens però de seguida se n'ha oblidat i s'ha tornat a deixar portar per la seva veu veient-se a ella mateixa vestida de gasa i seda. Princesa de la insinuació, hàbil mestra en l'art de mesclar l'eròtica i la intel·ligència per robar temps al temps.

El temps s'ha parat mentre ell llegia i els minuts han tornat a córrer solament quan les campanetes de la porta han sonat; trencant l'encanteri i avisant que hi havia companyia.

- Fabi, que podem tornar demà? - ha preguntat ella mentre surtien al carrer, altre cop agafats de la mà.

Us

2010-05-08T09:41:00.004+01:00

Nascuts en la distància;

Móns apart,

verd, gris;

nord, sud;

fred, calor;

mar,

mar.

Aigua,

aigua blava que banya la costa,

quatre petjades,

memoria de la sorra;

perenne.

Món comú,

coincidències,

casualitats i

conseqüències.

Ni tu,

ni jo,

ans al contrari.

Verd

2010-05-05T22:43:00.004+01:00

I get lost in the green

In the fields of green,

In your green eyes.

Cuz I once fell down

down, down

and you came to take me

and in your arms you rose me up

up, up.

Stop,

Sshhh

Can you hear that?

Is my heart beating.

I'm breathing again.

Viatge d'anada

2010-05-05T21:22:00.006+01:00

Una vegada vaig escriure un conte que tenia aquest títol.

La protagonista, Ciara, era una noia polar, esquerpa, meticulosa i enfadada de manera permanent; amb ella mateix, amb en Patrick, amb la dona de l'hotel, amb el món en sí mateix. La vaig construir sense pensar en ningú, solament per adonar-me que ella era jo.

Sense exageracions, sense distorcions; en la primera part, ella era jo.

Al final; a l'última línia, per alguna raó per mi desconeguda (malgrat ser l'autora de la història), ella canvia i veu que, d'alguna manera és més fàcil viure sense estar enfadada, sense remugar, sense buscar dobles sentits. Al final es dedica a la bonica tasca de viure.

Aquest és el punt en els que m'hi havien reconegut en ella se n'adonen que de veritat jo no sóc ella sinó que la nova Ciara reflexa el que jo volia arribar a ser però que no aconseguia. Jo no era ella perquè ella canviava i jo no, jo m'havia quedat un pas enrera; cabrejada encara amb mi mateixa i amb el món.

Ara torno a llegir el conte, tot, excepte les últimes línies i me n'adono que la Ciara és patètica, trista, insuportable, estúpida, irritant i irritable. De veritat jo era així? Em pregunto a mi mateixa. I em descobreixo acceptant l'evidència i que, encara que no sempre, moltes vegades sí.

Però me n'adono que ara ja no em reconec amb la primera Ciara. Sí que recordo vagament aquesta faceta i sé que jo solia ser ella.

Però ara ella m'és extranya, ara ja no em veig en la primera Ciara.

Jo també he fet un pas endavant.

Binary heart

2010-05-03T22:38:00.004+01:00

Torno a pensar en dos idiomes a la vegada... bé tres.
Everything is always more complicated than we would like. If we could decide just for ourselves everything would be easier... Maybe because we can not expect the others act as we would like them to. We cannot say: "Yeah, he/she will do (or say or explain or anything) that or that other." Nah, that does not work like this. I saw that quite long ago, not too long tho. No pots lligar algú al teu costat solament perquè tens un problema o perque tu el necessites o perque vols que estigui amb tu. If someone chooses to stay that's his or her choice! It's hard, isn't it? Podem voler moltes coses, podem voler donar-li el cel i les estrelles, la lluna fins i tot; podem voler passar cada minut de la nostra vida amb aquest algú, podem donar-ho tot.
I no, simplement no. Trist? No, real.

Give time to time and love like you've never been hurt.
Mi estrategia es, en cambio, más profunda y simple. My estrategia es que un dia, no sé cómo ni con que pretexto, por fin me necesites.

Perquè una parella no són dues meitats d'una taronja
sinó dues taronges en un mateix cistell.

Alegria

2010-05-02T19:06:00.005+01:00

La casa era, definitivament, el caos en sí mateix, el desordre en majúscules, la màxima expressió de deixadesa.

Pols, pols per tot arreu; a sobre de la taula, a les prestatgeries, entre els llibres, sobre les cadires i el sofà. El terra estava cobert per un dit de brutícia acumulada durant anys i anys.

Quan va entrar al menjador, unes pessigolles a sota del nas la van avisar que s'acostava un magnífic esternut i en resposta, es va doblegar per tal que la inèrcia no la tirés enrera.

En aquesta posició la va trobar ell, que en aquell precís moment entrava per la porta de l'habitació carregat amb una olla plena de gaspatxo que havia de ser el seu dinar. Tenia les galtes més enrojolades que de costum per l'esforç.

-Què fas així? - li va espetar mirant-la a la vegada que aixecava una cella i es recol·locava l'olla entre els braços.

- És que m'estava venint un esternut - va contestar ella des de la seva posició - però se m'ha passat, nusé.

- On està la cuina?

- Atxuuuummmmm

- Aaaarggghh! merda, merda, noooo!

- Però què has fet? - va fer ella mirant el terra vermell tomàquet.

- M'has espantat! - va contestar ell mirant com l'olla rodolava pel terra i arrufant les celles.

- Bé, una mica més de merda per recullir - va comentar ella mentre observava, rient bocabadada i amb els ulls com plats, el desgabell resultat del seu sobtat esternut.

- Una mica més, una mica menys; tan i fa, no? - va fer ell esclafint a riure - Vaig a posar l'olla per algun racó - va fer ell recullint-la del terra i mirant-la instintivament - Què fort?! Estàs plorant! - va cridar en veure com unes llàgrimes corrient avall de la cara de la seva companya que reia descontroladament.

Deu minuts més tard, amb la música al màxim volum i armats amb escombres, començaven a netejar la que, en breus, es convertiria en la seva propia casa. Va ser llavors quan van sonar les primeres notes de La Solució i, fent com si els pals de les escombres fossin micròfons, i mirant-se l'un a l'altre, van començar a cantar allò de: "que tinc la solució per fer una mica veritat tot el que havies suposat quan eres jove... la solució sóc jo... papaparara papaparara la solució sóc jo"

Lluny quedaven els dies on els feia vergonya mostrar-se tal i com eren, fer tonteries i dir estupideses. Superada aquesta primera fase, van acceptar que solament podien ser ells mateixos i així sentir-se lliures, en els instants, que estaven junts.

Viure sense tu, Antònia Font

2010-04-30T17:51:00.008+01:00

-Merda!

-Perquè!

-Entra ara mateix o fot el cap ja! Fes el que et passi pels nassos però no et quedis aguantant la maleïda porta!

-No sé...

-Doncs en algun moment hauràs de decidir què vols fer. Jo entro.

-Estàs segura?

-Sí.

-Aps

-...

...

I arriba un dia que sa vida és un teatre

que se diu felicitat,

primavera i trinaranjus

amb qui més has estimat,

te regal sa meva vida

i sense tu ja no me val.

I s'horabaixa la deixam passar i me mires

tan a prop que me fa mal,

que surt es sol i encara plou,

que t'estim massa i massa poc,

que no sé com ho hem d'arreglar,

que som amics, que som amants.

...

M'encanta

Yesterday

2010-04-29T10:29:00.008+01:00

I write again, half asleep half awake.

I've got up at seven and I've laid in bed until half seven, I'm tired. But I'm happy.

Today, outside, it's cloudy and windy. The chilly wind messes my hair up, makes me close the eyes and embraces me.

And it reminds me of yesterday...

Thousand coffees, a book, gossip, strawberry cake and a postcard.

A beer, a coke, a huge laugh, a bench in a terrace, an annoying bee, an awful sculture, chat, more laugh, invisibility/flying (it's cold)/stop the time, googles in a small face... laugh!¿?

A chat, a match, beers and laugh...

6 people, [Nepal (2), Eslovaquia, Pakistan, England, Catalunya], laugh, an indian restaurant, too solicit waiters, a teddy bear and a box, ...

And hugs, hugs and hugs

And laugh, laugh and laugh

And emails, posts, texts...

Thanks, it was a wonderful day!

If you feel you are falling, hold my hand, I won't let you go.

gfboctrowygr

2010-04-26T18:51:00.005+01:00

Today with my most correct catalan, I called "estupida" to a girl just in her face...

She has looked at me as if I were an annoying insect.

And I could just laugh at that.

I promise she deserved that adjective... you know I usually never say something like this. But sometimes it's definitely great to speak a language not really understandable!

Now, what she was doing:

She was standing in front of the huge fridge looking for a juice and has been there at least 5 minutes.

She was wearing really short shorts (jaja) and a quite big T-shirt and at some point, she has said:

"Oh, I'm really cold!"

Let's see:

OF COURSE you are cold!!!

If you want to show off just shut up and support the cold or move faster, ....

Anyway... sometimes the intelligence of the human kind is astonishing

Btw, today has been an unexpected good day!

The sun is shining again!

Imperfect flower

2010-04-25T20:29:00.005+01:00

Last Friday I was walking back home from the library when I realized that just beside the road, thousands of little flowers were breaking the green of the fields.

And I stopped and took one of them, the one that I thought to be the most beautiful. I don't really know why I chose that one; maybe the flower chose me. I don't know, maybe it was mutual.

Actually that is not really important.

When I had it in my hand I saw that not all the petals were yellow. Some of them were but at least two of them were half white and other two petals were broken.

But still was the most beautiful flower. It had something special that kept my attention and still does because I took it home and is here, with me; my beautiful imperfect flower.

Is something real in the imperfect things that makes them special, beautiful, unique.

Btw, the flower, even real, was just an example