Josep Ramoneda

I've read that Josep Ramoneda, lost his position in the CCCB, in Barcelona after 21 years driving this cultural space. Another time, it is not our problems, another time we must fight every day against the target that society indicate us. It won't be important that the next time when I'd come in this museum, everything will be clean and impersonal. The marketing toward a paradise society will have started. The young boy sees the salesman girl in the Noel Market in Barcelona; she is the most wonderful girl that he has seen in his life. He takes her dolls, her posters, her eyes, but he cannot speak; it will be always a dream but Ramoneda proposes us to talk with the problems that there are inside this beauty because it won't be an interesting knowledge if you only knows cumbly shop window

Solo

It is an English and Spanish word, I didn't know and I learned the last summer; this word explains an solitaire action in theater. The Spanish mean is more general: Solo is people who prepares the cold food when the day wake up or when the frigde was full of nothing,then, a funny people comes in towards us to indicate his powerful knowledge and he discovers that everybody are watching the football and they haven't listened to this man. Then, Casablanca told us the life true, we're going to have Paris to reminder our love in the middle of this crazy world. There is a beautiful countryside full of water, there is a wild silence, four kilometer far away, people is singing and maybe they would like that their enemies also sing. We can also see a man, his dance is slowly but the rhythm of Whitman, Kerouac and another american writers will open feelings, hates, beauty ways that before are closed; this magician shows all habitants in that small house. A child sees him, he will travel around the different worlds

No ha sido fácil

encontrar la salida, me había metido en un árbol hueco, pensando que allí no habría nadie, aunque debo reconocer que tenía una anchura considerable y que podía caber, al menos quince personas, pero bueno, sólo había tres, contándome a mí; estaba un hombre aterrorizado, lo intuí por lo pelos, se los había mesado con violencia por lo que habían quedado mechas desiguales y había perdido el color que tanto le había costado teñir. No dejaba de mirar continuamente a todos los lados y en todo momento me preguntaba acerca de los merkeldos, yo, al principio no sabía de que hablaba pero poco a poco me fui dando cuenta, cuando a la vez conciencia de que lo único que puede producir terror en estos momentos era ser un esclavo de los poderes económicos. Le abracé y le animé a confiar en los seres pequeños.

Tardé una infinidad en darme cuenta de la otra persona que compartía el espacio con nosotros, era pequeño, dulce, no dejaba de ofrecernos caramelos y de hablarnos de forma convincente. De forma un poco inocente, nos contó que había decidido salir ese día de su inmenso palacio, donde le estaban rindiendo pleitesía los máximos poderes del país, allí en ese hueco encontraba por un lado el silencio, por otro, el momento para reflexionar sobre los productos donde metería su dinero para que le siguiera dando tan grandísimos beneficios. Entre risas, dijo que también invertía en quien luego se dedicaba a dar las calificaciones de la deuda.

Os puede parecer increíble, pero el simpático viejecito, el despelado hombre venido a menos y yo, sin respuesta a tantas preguntas que no sabía plantear terminamos bebiendo del termo que el despelado había tenido el cuidado de preparar porque preveía para largo su estancia en aquel, ya curioso, agujero

sin entender

Volveré a no tirar balones fuera. Les voté y les votaré, y entre medias, no me he exigido y no les he exigido. Como organización, cualquier organización, en principio cuando me acerco a ella me repele. Más si, de rebote, te llegan noticias de las puñaladas que se dan de puertas adentro, antes, durante e incluso cuando alguno se siente ofendido.

Pero al ente lo entiendo, lo trato de comprender y justificar:

- He visto y oido en esta ultima época a verdaderos terroristas mediáticos, sin escrúpulos, sin responsabilidad, si un ápice de respetar al otro.

- Cada mañana, cuando me levanto, oigo en la radio, veo en las televisiones, anuncios sobre cielos, paraisos, grandes oportunidades de ser inmensamente felices. Todo eso ha sido asumido por muchas veces sin saber que todo, absolutamente todo tiene su coste. Ahora lo estamos pagando todos.

- Libertad, continuando con la última frase anterior, me resulta cuanto menos irónico que me estén hablando de libertad, quienes ahora me tienen atrapado, por haber consentido ellos que personas con grandes terrenos alrededor de ciudades hayan podido incrementar sus fortunas de una manera obscena. ¿Es libre el que vende esas posesiones que no tenían nada que la ciudad? ¿Es libre el que, primero ha sufrido el incremento de los precios, en el terreno, en los pisos, en la comida, en el café?, ¿es libre el que no habiendo aspirado nada más que a lo que podía, está pagando en su vida, en sus honorarios, en sus condiciones de trabajo, esa interesada exaltación de la libertad?

- Y con todo esto, creyendo en la sociedad, conociendo las debilidades en las que puede vivir cada uno de nosotros, confio en que seamos unos pocos los que podamos vivir en otro modelo de sociedad, donde los que están obteniendo beneficios, primero por obtener recursos a bajos intereses y luego dejando dinero a más alto precio, comprendan que somos más que sus ambiciones.

- Cuando vemos la impostura, la mezquindad, la desvergüenza de seres melifluos, primero asumamos lo que somos cada ser humano y luego buscar caminos comunes, entre quiens se despiertan cada mañana para ser un poco más auténticos, sabiendo que el poder esta en el ser humano comunicado, asociado, comprometido para oírse y respetarse, nada del máldito individualismo que ha producido las inmensas celdas incomunicadas para lograr sueños, que en sus maquetas ya costaban más de lo que después podríamos pagar, además de no haber entendido la frialdad de esos mágnificos proyectos maderados.

- Buscarán la estigmatización y sólo querremos hablar sin insultar, todo lo contrario de lo que se han rodeado durante estos ultimos tiempos.

Tiempos duros y en nuestra mano, bonitos

She stopped there, in the middle of Central Park. He was dancing about a dark idea that she had developed three years ago: "A man lived far away, near a small garden; he slept
her life where the rainbow colours had driven his life with books, movies, songs and other differents creatives actions.

A day, he felt happier than other times, when the young students began to ask him about the best way to climb up a big mountain, he explained the important moment to walk around the small hill, where the row were easier. Other groups of students didn't like to discover other way different that he always walked, he didn't say anything but when they walk together, he showed them the small tree what they had been able to visit near other way or the lake which was more wonderful and where they would dream to swim for all summer, althought they would had to take another way. A month later, they loved the rainbow which showed them a real life, where they would worked but they also discovered between the autoroute that other people had prepared before

a las andadas

Because I was sleeping and my ideas were only some dreams. I've been able to write this historic without fear.

A bird flew around the small tree, near but taller an eagle sliced in the sky. the swift was happier than ever, he had found out a friend and also found out that wonderful space where they could developed both their new life. The rich countryside, a lot birds and flies or spiders.

It had been strange that the ealge would had opened these new possibilities because they had been to live for ten years outdoors and when they would like to come in, it would had been impossible and dangerous although the swift that had been living inside, its had dissapeared. A stupid and fast idea had appeared: if these birds had been squeezed and now the eagle needed new victims. But that wasn't possible, he had freedom and also it had known the love and it also would like to work hard for them.

- Because the tree was only opened for them, his friend and he didn't like other pairs of birds near them.

- Because the eagle invited them to obtain more and more grains, and best conditions in their house.

- Because the other birds had a lot mistakes and that delayed all those great possibilities that opened him other wonderful idea. He clossed his friend's relationship.

- Because the eagle help them to obtain these wonderful lives that didn't have limits, this swift didn't have problem to see always the eagle. It was very grateful for it new life.

But that afternoon, he couldn't comunicate his new language, because he had needed a new language, another bird didn't like to understand him. He was sad and at a loss. He flew without directions, now he couldn't see the nice dress that the countryside had in that time and he decided flew very fast, but where?