I wrote without stopping

without thinking about the big mistakes. Its weren't indifferent to me but, wouldn't I find out the elixir of certainty when the live doesn't stop?.

I heard some voices of the True which had tort words to get lost in their labyrinth where you're forever gone. A european woman helped Obama for three months, who understand that finally the power can change the World?

Can I forget that hateful words, every day, in sport newspaper swicht on the passivity headlights?.

A person, perhaps, spends, his time to globalise his submission problems; a child looks for information about  his love team and he rides on bastard words.

Pulpits of extreme fog burn fertilized fields.
where are you teach?, where are you live?
last time, now without love, not! forever love
retained life, you control it, we irrigated you,

Forever young, because she needed you; born horizons
Hurricane man who fight althought he knows the end
Brownsville woman, who loves you, who saved us
in Mancha region or other cities, you dwell in our heart

Sky, sound, dance, faces and bodies belonged you
sad souls, singing blues, rock lives, paints always nascent
caves, kisses from landfills, summertimes for eternal times
Landscapes to engender without you,  cold greasy orders

Lost worlds in which we live
but our words are full of you
you survive, we're Robinsons
from our sadness, to your memory

One thousand, this month?

Finnegan wake, who wrote this sonorous book?; yes, I'm booking, buff, or not?, goose slice around my run, or my steps? it drunk rhum or he dumped the cab when the cap took the cup; where? I tried it near Edinburgh

She sees us, so he sews us our clothes with its buttons, where were its on?, in the bottom, Tom Tonhaut look for its, near the swan, whom look like astonished that hand; a man listens to hums, near his home; you must go out, you mustn't have fear; are you filled our pocket?

Ok, not problem, you're can walk in peace; if not, you know, beg a requiem in peace, after a pear, unpeeled, took of a pear tree; but without a trick.

An international meeting, behind there; where were you free?, was it or were the things, near me?

Government, tournement, american the first; democracy is comming, wasn't crazy in the swimming?, cold weather without temperature.

president without capital, ask from the indignity, strongly walk, headless chicken, says yes, says si or oui

Jail, they jauntly walk, are you knowing if these are going to come in there?

Fines, yes, they filled there or perhaps here, you can see if she finds out her summit or hubby, yes, I think she said him

What do you have so clear?, That four years, you esclavice

 

a row, where I found a prawn, Are you sure?; it would be a giraffe, it neck is also long

out water? asked a bald bear; this lighthearted animal dreamt it past

of course!, I answered bad tempered, why I should ask myself about the kind of animal, that I'd seen away

Died?;she insisted

- not specially, but it had a bad appearance, He's slept on the plum's leaf;

- alone?, she lasciviously looked at me.

- Oh no! another time, you're drooling on the great mother's doyley; she knitted for years; yes, yet, jauntily youth

- Oh I would jingle my teeths around that hungry killer whale; have you seen it gigantic and endless bitttttttttttttte

- Not, I only rode til the last cliff where I saw the boat which tried to find the harbor.

- Boozer friends, without knowledge; they was lingering from the daybreak tooooooooo..;they never stop, why? spiritless blind

- uncontrolled ways, iniquitous starts, good elections with traps;ohhhh! there's always a hidden poacher.

Popular Assembly where you find yourself from your own election.

Benjamin, voice of a blue goes out in the middle of a disturbing dark.

Nightingale against this eagle owl, as stately as stupid, barker of their imperial desert,

exhausted and sad plants, flowering always without poison.

These babbling birds didn't die.

They strongly fly relentlessly, even among the sombre certainties. Indignity, owner of four years

My hobby is not a hobbit

She's hearing for two hours those men and women that imagined the World inside Dublin; or she showed that old way where they made whisky? Dylan sings Brownsville around the screen, or not! Where is their dignity?

 I thought that Dedalus would opened the door to Henry Ford, but Leopold need to go to Sweeny's Chemist, where a Spanish man has read a strange new circumstance. James claim about the lemon soap, it was necessary if I looked for that sweet woman need my bed; Why live this stupid repeated situation?, it would be better that Gregory Peck will show me that girl but, in Dublin, it's raining, she's walking around the quay or in Temple Bar, someone plays with their delinquency word, it's very well known.

She didn't like talk me about that big man who congratulated that child, today 47 years  old. That man, who away of big city, they're smelling the perfume of spring.

Who was the traveler, near the Dylan's emotions?, Cuenca would be a nice place to join Juan and his friends; they wrote the poesy inside their lives, I'm stumbling, a dark night, I'm rolling stone but he went out; I feel cold.
Those children drawn a new situation without love, are you inside it?; you need repeat these sentences. Swenny would be in the Web and someone will hear your hitches.

Are you called the gods of women? She was only a moment, why she don't care, she want to do it?
 Perhaps, money will go back? Or I'll grow in her eyes?.  It would be without my clumsy words. I understood that she didn't like; where are she, this forgotten day? Don't ask me, it's so hard.

I'm watching a forgettable film. Why someone loses his prestige by 3D?. I was a short way to explain the beginning but "no dark yet" burns three hours;

 At least, the English language?. Oh yes, but not too bad!

What I would say about Ulysses? Yesterday, I told him about the language, but its wonderful Worlds, and the intelligence that this book contains; Will I listened to other time Brownsville Girl, my mind will turn around this City?

I need a sky where my friend spread his love. Sorry, it's not late; don't worry, you're teaching me; oh yes, full of mistakes, but you're alive and when I walk, my worlds are my legs

47 Sweetswim Street, a nice opened door

 47 Street, he decided to visit a bar, oh nottt!; oh yes, the last times it’s my common place where the waiter, at least, looks like understand me

Ok, but I enjoy my swimming pool, where I’m feeling better, every day;

Close the river?, where he scrabbled some years before

Oh not, you know, she’s glumly stumbled on this small bat,

But it’s a horrific animal!, that awkward man said, he told me

Where are you seen them?, she nervously asked

He curtly cut off this offensive woman; he’s a man who strongly laughs, he earned a lot millions of money now, at least, in a month earn the necessary to don’t work anything; even if his slave would have been able to say him this news, he would have read the most wonderful paragraphs than his audience never had heard; before people laughed whit his words; Why not now?

I’ll finally swim; oh nottt, twice that I’ve seen this homeless reading under the facade of a close door.

Oh it’s impossible; it’s the face of our rich men. Can our man arrive to this situation?

I need help this homeless, but only with money?. 

How many countries and lives, he has danced, or how many unsteady love he has dreamt?

Our rich man has always has a big stone where he feels himself stupid sure, we know that under the rock, sometimes the mud and indecency grows up.

I don’t come in, at the moment, in the swimming pool; I’d like discover these pubs where our main characters produced our ghosts, that castle is opened but, are we prepared without the help of this man?

Oh, you’re crazy, come in and swim, don’t you remember the lightness of you mind after this time?

Thank you, thank you, I enjoy your closeness. I should go out of myself.

47 Sweetswim Street, I’ve opened the door, this biting wind brings us live

Who is on the water?

Clash, run, walk,stopp,stopppppppppppp, oh not, not, slowly, wake up: she'ssssssss, here, now, no, not, write, dance faster than ever; it won't stop.

 Oh yes! I'd like where she will go, no, not too dark history about that sea; have you need to discover where?, when? I'd have to have un apartment

Why?, you're...;

slice, dance, run, jump; ehre, how do you do?, how do you go?; your last kid it was hard, extremely sad; oh, come back, oh she'll draw you, not me, oh, not!

finally Do you need!.... what? what?

She's arrived shiny and fascinating, but Van Morrison's time had begun, in front of Liffey river; those images left the Vicent's Gallery, near that nice and minimalist bar where I'd dreamt to know Mulligan; now, pounds or euros criminalize that large window. She, smartly dressed, had illuminated that unforeseaeable street.

Where went she out?

A river and "Precious time" and a body without weight, fifteen steps here, in front of sailor, he casted off; now, the sails, goodbye, native land, thirty times, oh yes, mermaid guides them, please, they're so weak, are you seen their eyes sockets, How many tears are there?. coward wind, where are your strength?

What do fucking waves want?

 Now I belong to the Who, perhaps someone punishes me, when that wonderful man sent me these songs. Will it be possible tomorrow

Prueba superada; or, it was the Holy Innocents?

Intento escuchar y sólo recuerdo la cara de la portada. Has conseguido ir a un medio en donde no preparan las preguntas de acuerdo a lo que tu quieres contestar y sí, puedes estar eufórico, el manual te lo sabes:

regates por aquí, pases largos por allí, retener el balón, ataque aunque sea descabezado para salir de la presión agobiante.

Si has conseguido puntos, seguro que te valorarán y te ensalzarán. Aunque a mí, por supuesto de forma equivocada, me recuerdas a esos que marcharon ufanos, sabiéndose protegidos por fuerzas imperiales y por lo tanto, que el único miedo sería de quienes contemplamos esa, esa, esa  .....sonrisa, a punto de escapar sólo cuando te has reencontrado con los tuyos.

Pero ¿tú a quien te crees que hablas?

Si esas empresas quiebran, como las fabulosas autopistas o vuestros bancos, a salvo de "hijosdeputa", porque no decidís hacer una caja entre defraudadores, empresarios y otros patriotas con dinero en el extranjero y nos dejáis en paz de vuestros tejemanejes con empresas esperando gangas y sobretodo ese bonito neo lenguaje? ¿Por cierto, no habréis leído Ulysses?

Si efectivamente, como indica tu cara, te vuelves a reír de cada uno de nosotros.

Parece ser, además, que Andalucia no hace lo mismo que vosotros. Aunque la irresponsabilidad adquirida no te permite llamar para reconocerlo y aclararlo. Seguro que en algún medio, la rectificación desde la Junta de Andalucia no saldrá; por lo tanto, muy bien, muy bien, mentira sin rectificación para mí que eso no tiene perdón.

Oh, no, sorry, sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyy, sometimes I forget our common language. Maybe, we would understand better if we will speak it.

- When the government (you and me?) develop Public Medical Hospital, ouf  civil servants have the control about the different elements of this service; if our government cannot take care about all patients, then they ask Privat Hospitals if they want help us an earn money; our government (you and me will pay).

If you ask Privat company and our government (you and me?) ask them if they want take control about every circumstances around the Public Hospital, that we've built; then, that's other situation

I don't know if I will understant this situation, and you?

Sorry, I've forgotten our bilingual conditions, althought I'm bilingual with a lot of mistakes.

Are you begged fogiveness?

These days, when Alfons should be free

 It would be possible that Alfons prison was only a police decision?

If, ont the other hand, this situation will be only a political decision, our country would have political prisoners?

Attac.TV shows us an explanation that should help citizens and police. Now, the policitians have the opportunity to believe in practical democracy when they have the power.

Lessons which everyone should take care it meaning


After this nice explanation, we can read the next report. Perhaps, we understand where we have the problem. If some politician tries to stray off people of these kind of analyze, it's sure that it will be our problem but it will also be their problem, althought we forgot that our situation is the same here and in USA, more or less.

350.000 millones de euros al año de intereses de deuda en Europa, lo que beneficia enormemente a la banca privada

19 diciembre 2012 | Categorías: portada | |

Victor Olmos Garcia – Londres (Reino Unido) resumen articulo publicado en Diagonal (nº 187)
Las calles son la única esfera política que aún no se ha apropiado el capitalismo
Intelectuales del sur de Europa se han dado cita en Londres para articular resistencias. Entre otros efectos, explican que tras la prohibición de financiar la deuda a través de bancos estatales se pagan 350.000 millones de euros al año solo de intereses
Según datos publicados por Eurostat, la Eurozona entró en recesión en el tercer trimestre de 2012, en el que el producto interior bruto descendió un 0,1%, lo que se suma a la reducción del 0,2 en el trimestre anterior
España y el 15M
“La crisis representa el final del consenso sobre la Transición, que fue incompleta y dejo casi intocadas las estructuras de poder del Franquismo; el final del consenso sobre la monarquia (“robar es una costumbre de reyes, pero los Borbones la exageran”, explicó Stephan Zweig); el final del consenso sobre el saber hacer de los bancos centrales”,  afirmó contundente Juan Carlos Monedero, catedrático de Economía de la Complutense.
Monedero situó en el Tratado de Maastricht uno de los pilares de la crisis y lo califico de acto de barbarie que disolvió la política y redujo a los trabajadores a mercancía. Y subrayó que la crisis no es económica sino política. Sin embargo, señalo, señaló al movimiento 15M como una fuerza que puede recuperar la política para los ciudadanos: “El 15M ha retornado la conciencia a los votantes del PSOE, es un primer paso”. Además, dijo que “el 15M no es una respuesta, es una pregunta directa a la democracia, y posee dos cualidades que ahora son fundamentales : capacidad de improvisación y de aprendizaje”.
En España, los pagos del Estado por los intereses de la deuda han aumentado de 16.000 millones de euros en 2007 a 29.000 millones en 2012, según el economista Jorge Fonseca, y la deuda pública ha alcanzado el máximo histórico en el tercer trimestre de 2012, lo que indica que las políticas de recortes de los populares no funcionan.
Gran parte de la deuda es debida al rescate del sector bancario, situación que solo empeorará tras la llegada de los 37.000 millones de euros que se destinarán, principalmente al saneamiento de Bankia, Catalunya Banc, NovoCaixaGalicia y Banco de Valencia, además del banco malo creado por el Gobierno, inversión que será difícil recuperar, com ya sucedió con el Banco de Valencia que se vendió a un euro. “No saldremos de ésta hasta que el miedo no cambie de bando”., concluyó.
ATTAC en Aragón no se identifica necesariamente con los contenidos publicados, excepto cuando son firmados por la propia organización.

I was prepared to be a boxer,

Where can I find out these terrible men?; Are they hiddenin that big box; o no! in those countless boxes;
 Oh no, another big mistake!, Were they introducing me in the "Boxing day"?

I'd fought the last month against the best town's boxers, I'd also wooded pretty women because of they were always protected by strong fighters, at least, before; there, in front of the place where I suddenly dreamt of having extreme and violent fights,

there, there were cardboard boxes. Boxes!

Why?, I kicked it one; but, finally, I opened it and......, a book! Ulysses, someone had written that it was an indecipherable book to read; Two years before, I found the same book but in a longer version. Every word, every sentence hit me mercicessly.

These days, though far, I felt vertigo when I begin to sense the incredible worlds visited by Joyce; "if Judas go forth tonight", asked James, more or less, a hundred years ago; a hundred years later, it would be a banker in an attitude at prayer; and if Socrates "leave his house";  Would he occupy a house that won't sent him to the jail in the futur; or he would drink a small cyanide of the reality of power that slowly kill him.


Yesterday I understood the meaning of this day in a closed city; this morning a incredible man explained us that "Boxing day", it was the day when richmen people gave gift boxes to their employees

  And, every page, that I'm reading, it is a new step to read it later, another time. Perhaps, a day, I'll speak with Dedalus, but not now
 

If the explanation is fantastic

Zona critica. eldiario.es. Bibiana Medialdea

Everybody that we cannot pay the debt

Who's making profits for prolonging the negotiations?

What should we think about the powerful forces that increase his business, at same time that we lose jobs, money and rights?

Would we think about a criminal actions if we will know that these actions have been coordinated in hidden meetings?

Are we discovering, as wrote Juan José Millas some weeks ago; that forces who lost the military war, are they winning the economic war?

Would it be necessary, in this situations, that all forces will work together?

If the fear were the fines and sock, how many fines should pay the parties which have supported corrupt people and where the beating should be directed?

Why these two last questions always have the same answer?

If our society have taken conscience about this fake debt; from tomorrow, we should increase the debt that the governmetn party?

It would be better to sleep;

they have answered a lot times ago

Sssssssss! duermes?, no duermo

I was listening to my own cicada that only repeated sounds without looking for every ways of an information. Finally, the damn ant who always stores up every small event, she has showed me my stupid mistake that someone has prepared in a nice hook that where I've strongly bit.

Santa didn't t trust in the ant; he was extremely distrusful about people who amassed everything. I understood him well.

Today, I'd have needed this skill about every information that I daily receive. I haven't done it. Finally, a patient José has sent to me, another information: it would be possible that someone don't love this kind of speech but the cook is working, at least, for the moment.

Today, I've been the lazy cicada, that dreamt with a nice position without working. Abroad the magician tree, she imagined a ladder which helped her to arrive to this warm bed near the food, but today, it is not Monday and there's a lot of Santas whose we can wait different opinions but now, we don't the right answer.

Pep y su cuento

No te creas que estaba muy dispuesto a escucharlo; ya sabes lo tonto y pagado de mi mismo que me he vuelto en la miseria; pero empezó como sólo lo saben hacer ellos, los viajeros de las emociones entre las palabras y la vida y me habló, para desnudarme en mi pobre status adquirido,  de un médico que no teniendo suficiente con lo obtenido de los pagos de sus pacientes, cuando encontró la oportunidad de incrementar su riqueza con una persona que en su ceguera se había quedado desvalida. Creyó encontrar el momento para que alargando las sesiones, poco a poco pudiera irse llevando los diferentes enseres de la casa. Cuando creyó que ya no había nada más que le importará, concluyó la terapia con la desvalijada señora.
Está hecho un vistazo alrededor de su habitación y también de las demás habitaciones y decidió que ante el requerimiento del médico para ser pagado. Ella no pagaría.
El médico, ofendido, la llevó a los tribunales.
Allí ella concluyó, miré señor juez, yo, dicen que he recuperado la vista pero no puede ser porque miro alrededor de mí  en las diferentes habitaciones y no encuentro nada de lo que habían sido los enseres que las había adornado, por lo tanto no considero que mi problema con la vista haya sido arreglado.






Reflexionaba Pep diciendo que algunos nos están repitiendo que estamos muy malitos, muy malitos y que mientras ellos, los sabios, ahora magos, nos están quitando de en medio lo que tanto adornaba a nuestra sociedad. Una Educación Pública de calidad, de todos, para todos; una Sanidad, admirada fuera de España. Una justicia, a la que podía llegar todo el mundo.
Yo agradezco a Pep, ser un buceador entre la sabiduría ajena y la propia y saber encontrar y disponer y jugar con el tiempo para que lo que algunos intentamos decir a borbotones, ellos lo deslicen entre las metáforas de baños termales que restauran las contraídas tensiones del instante, o enfoquen visiones de una danza a la vida que queriendo ser huida, la deberemos entregar para ser viviente.

Y agradezco a estos sabios que son contundentes a la vez que inductores a la reflexión, tan desvencijada y asaeteada por mentes en blanco y negro.

¡Quién fuera titiritero para danzar, cantar, saltar, llorar, acompañar, exagerar la vida y con ello amar mostrando el poder de cada uno para ser grande, por ser el mismo!

luces que nos acarician

Escalar, entre tropiezos, en la luz terminada
horizontes en espera, brochazos de la vida
casas palpitantes, frenéticas ensoñaciones
besos trasvasados, en el frío, de Javieres

Él, que lucha ahora, atrapando el aire donado
el nieto que desliza su pericia, ser lo heredado
cuevas que recibieron al viajero, cubas de rosas
tierra cansada, germinada por manos sudorosas

Te siento y te quiero, egoísta aquí, aún alejado
aquellos Joaquines, Duris, Petas, Luises, abrazan
aunque trastabille entre la vidas itacadas, huidas
colina oteando, mundos vividos, aún lejos, anclados

Estrella tan lejana, aquí; estrella de amores huidos
Montañas pateadas por Manolos, fieles a si mismos
Soberbias torres erigidas, faros sin frio, sin caminos
Sudor en manos creadoras, siempre en lo sentido

Vuelvo ya, torpe, intuyo piedras, carcavas, vacios
Sujeto dolor que provoque alarma, ánimo perico
Despido el día del nacido, realizado en lo vivido
Tuneles temidos, ahora sales, palpas ya lo querido

La dieta, "the session" (2 part)

Perhaps, an ideological man would recommend a spirit way  to accept your special life. Sometimes, finally a man, between these beliefs, would understand that he needs go out of these punishing words to accept the emotions of the others, when these people have accepted your closeness. Two men will develop their lives over their beliefs.

How many rules we need to break when, near us, they're driving a deceived World?

How many entreprises show their wonderful World when they're close lives?

Crecer a través de los alimentos

How many banks show us wonderful buildings with foundations tinged of misery?
Quien debe a quien

How many writers, directors and another communicator are honest?
Maruja Torres


Peace to them!, and contempt for people who engender hatred from their rotten guts

Estar cerca de Pedro, "the sessions"

Deslizarse en palabras que electrizan la piel,
besar cielos llenos de las estrellas advocadas
sueños materializados nacidos de la poesía,
sentir el vello frotar de la plenitud entregada

Emocionarse al ver a Pedro, que nos revivirá
Agradecer a los mágicos autores, directores
Danzar con las músicas e imagenes coreadas
Ser la mujer descolocada o el tetraplejico vivo

Vivir vidas trasladadas de los seres auténticos
 "The sessions" rodando a descubrir plenitudes
al anónimo espectador manchego, agradecido 
 voy transparente, volver cansado, ya saciado

Cheryl and Mark born another time, caught lives
Helen Hunt and John Hawkes dance this reality
outpourings of love between sex craved control
Thank to those to give me a thousand of paradises

An uncomfortable suit

I should write about my uncomfortable suit.

 I was running while I was writing on the air but it was difficult because I dressed these stupid clothes if my short sleeve showed that my nice black shirt where I could see the swindle of the Public Debt.

On the one hand, I hear the groan of banker employee that now, they have only discovered who have been a sad instrument who had helped those insatiable rich men. They had been able to pay different expensive expenses (houses, car, and private schools) but they’re sadly undressed:

- in front of induced “mistakes” that everybody must pay;

- In front of the loss of their jobs,

- In front of knowledge of banks which knew the weak of a capitalism system that was fed as the goose.

On the other hand, some people love “the order”

Where is the order from?

They haven’t doubts:

- The elected politician apart from the support of the “Ideological truth”.

I don’t know if they would have doubts when some of these politicians come in the jail and some of “ideological truth” people help sink the economy of a society; on the contrary these law enforcement officials are controlled people who showed and demonstrated these big mistakes.

The third leg of this chair would be people who have the power and they use it to convey fear in society:

I understand this perverse situation: we discovered our weakness in front of violence and injustice: we needed the police. We couldn’t think that the violence and injustice would be in our governments and other forces.

Finally, we would be the fourth leg. Our fortress would be to transmit that we know that we’re:

In front of banks: they should assume that they played with fire and they have been burned; no the society. They cannot establish itselves as dictators and we as their slaves.

In front of some workers who don’t see the next damages that they help to increase because they obtain, always, small profits

In front of:  our responsibility to take care about the World which we’re building and we should do it without the direction of these forces, full of interests.

Flipando con el glamour versículado

PACD: Plataforma Auditoria ciudadana de la Deuda. We've decided to walk together with them, although their message is so difficult to transfer

while a liar writes crap words. She will always be grateful to his patrons.

She meekly gives back these favors. She knows that they're too strong, so she sends a tort Christmas card although we're, step by step, reading these website that respect our mental integrity.
 

Teaching over ideologies

Stop ley Wert

 

Yesterday,  I briefly spoke with Angel Renieblas. A teacher has always respected their students after 30 years as the most of the teachers. My congratulations from a Public school without segretations, without business, without indoctrination. Teaching a human, not a winner

How can a teacher be punished by politics when educational tecnhnicians don't find error?

Can we say that it would be an ideological and political punishment?

First prize, good luck or bad times?

I’ve received the first prize in the lottery. I’m madly screaming from my balcony. My neighbors, for the first time, embrace me. The reporters of the different Medias want to interview me. My ex wife has phoned, she’s living in Australia. Why she’s been able to know my good fortune?

Ok, she’s explained. Did you know that I’m a hacker? She’s asked me.

I supposed but I’m not sure. You always discovered my affairs with other women and you played with these situations because you never loved me and you wanted to obtain resource to live in that country where the sun shines and the light wide horizons.

Some days ago, she continued, a man phoned me to explain a dangerous situation that you were living. From afar, I discovered my love for you in the middle of your mistake and stupid costumes.

You’re politician, she’d discovered; before, you didn’t like it. She also knew that I’d created an enterprise with my colleagues where our mistakes sent us a lot of money. It was sure because we drive the mechanisms towards our interests. The next days, your criminal actions would give huge profits. You also haven’t with the police but I decided two weeks ago manipulate your screen and audio, then this morning, you have received a false message sent by me, but I thought that I would instantly talk with you and I would invite you to come with me.

If you explain me that your neighbors know the erroneous situation then I’ll send a flight to them and I’ll come back; here, in this country, at least, they will have some hope and we swift on our fireplace of our rural house. You can say to your murky friends.

I don’t debt I won’t pay you

Perhaps, they told you but we’ve the control of lives.

But

We’ve decided to develop our knowledge and also our freedom without economic chains, we will answer.

Freedom is the magician word of those who have the control, but common people believe obtain with their guided actions

She sent me a letter, but it didn't arrive

I, as always, waited to answer by e-mail. It was impossible in that circumstance; she had gone out to that village where the mushroom was delicious, and my laptop was investigating about dreams, it was easier than describe strongly about our incredible new reality, because when I wanted write her about our old love, this infernal machine changed the subject and it told me about that hidden lake where she was swimming when that angelical device had arrived the last day of our new time in our relationship. I didn't know what was happening at the time. I knew that our meetings weren’t so ideal and I sadly thought that she knew that I wasn’t an interesting man, more or less, she saw me as a boring man.

Then; I decide go in front of her, where she could watch me; these days, she enthusiastically told me that  she had discovered the best places in the village to find out mushroom. She answered me that she wouldn’t say to me the exact locations of the places of those havens because she knew me and I was dangerous. Once time, I was working about the health corruption and a nice and glamorous politician had innocently asked me about people who was implicated. In those moments I only had information about the bad actions but it would be later when I should investigate about names. An example, I explained him: A dark association and a politician had attacked a doctor with manipulated information.

That politician had enthusiastically talked me about the good deed and customs.

I was happy, a new time had arrived, I should believe in politicians and politics.

My nice love always remembered me this big mistake.

That politician was also corrupt. He had later destroyed another public institution and my love consequently didn’t explain those magician cloaks of tasty mushroom.

She was absolutely sure that I would always break the most sacred locks of silence.

On the one hand, I must sadly recognize it

On the other hand, finally she has happily noted that she was waiting. My laptop has stopped. Now, I’m climbing new snow mountain

Hablar con el porquero

Mira que he estado vendiendo mantas por pueblos
Oye que te dijera lo fabuloso que era el chorizo
Oliendo las verdes praderas, escuche plañir cigarras
Toque sedas escondidas entre cardos imperiales

Pero tú, porquero, de mil cochinadas proclamadas
Pero tú, deshonillador de azufradas piras gasoleadas
Pero tu, tronador en las adormecidas fugaces mañanas  
Capador de celestiales sonidos, enmudecen verdades

Utilizas capataces, atados por la obediencia a tu hedor
Utilizas ciegas justicias, aporreando oxigenas clausuras
Utilizas tambores, entre asonados pasos sin horizontes 
Utilizas azules, antes grises, porque en la ceguera, guias


Porquero, que castigas para ensuciar la justicia
Porquero, que tapias para encerrar las evidencias
Porquero, siempre golpeas para matar el origen
Porquero, ¿A quien ensoñaras, aspersores morta?

A bull in my room and fines loose uncontrolled

I'd strongly closed my room after the last events. A bull was fiercely looked at me two hours before near that nice row where people rarely arrived.

Why I'd arrived there?; oh man, you might understand my mind full of informations. A talkative person sold me a Van Gogh's picture (he'd painted the last month), a sheep offered me white cheese only with her control, a bush only shone burgnings forests, megaphones thundered the end of the World and their inflatables, horns marked rhythms. I didn't wait a bull, but I immediately tryed to explain my situation.

He stopped me and asked me, do you know my angry humor? I was white but you've always seen me black; I was happy when I was white.

What was your problem?. I asked him

A day, the bull said, I decide to interrogate about dark questions: bankers and their bad actions that everybody should pay while their could have a good position; I also argued about other decisions difficult to understand.

You migh think that my concern for the society would be supported?

No, really no, they send to me fines with poor ink; some brainless people full my body of these papers.

I only wanted to know why I was always fought bull.

Then, I took a wise decision. I invited the bull to my house to read the next book. Finally, everyone must take its own path


A read book has writers


PAH Guadalajara and people who ask about these unjust situations will be persecuted but some wonderful and bright halls are full of shits

I love our countries

 She'd gone out from these gray days to a warm sun but there, there was also darkness and irresponsability because that river was flowing dangerous between big stones, treacherous branches and powerful currents. Everthing drove to led to a tragic end. I only found out a team of daring and wise canoeists

Thank you gran Wyoming, 

¡Qué emoción sentir que estos señores tratan de desmontar a quienes desde la imagen tratan de apropiarse de un pais!.
The Jordi Évole program stops. Could he came back? Is it more important the silence and ignorance if richmen obtain more money and people will pay unjust debts


¡Qué emoción oír a Iñaki Gabilondo, una persona que me ha hecho sentirme respetado, mostrando los datos para comprender una realidad.

This morning, I tryed to watch the last chapter of Newsroom but I slept, more or less; finally, I've understood that Will discovered another trick of the taliban people of his country. Iñaki, a lot of times, has felt the same feelings but Newsroom reporters have looked for every detail to show them from the differents point of view. I've always felt the same with Iñaki and his team

¡Qué emoción sentirme parte de un país común donde miembros desmontan el juego que están haciendo con la deuda los poderosos para tener nuevos esclavos!

Ireland and us, Guinness record book?

How a man can decide that the birthday of TV humor would be shared with Iñaki?

I'm remembering those 25 of December, when he woke up me as a human caress and I'll never forget as I'll never forget Carlos Llamas, his irony and intelligent, helped me to surf over the reality. 

Los magníficos y ¿sus mentiras?

I'm here under the tree. It's a cold day and the last three days has been snowing; my friends have decided go out to the countryside. I've always dreamed that a day I could read Ulysses but it would be impossible, isn't it?; Today I've arrived to Sweny's chemist and perhaps M.Robinson can buy me his aromatic soap. Then I'll also wait because the white squirrel has looked for me.

Why? I've asked him

Oh man, yesterday, in the treetop I witness to a extraterristorial meeting. They were happies. The human being  only look at the floor, they've sad and crestfallen humor. Here, they'll never look for us.

But it was so important?

Yes, these extraordinary beings had prepared a decalogue explaining their inhuman skills to drive us to a wonderful Worlds.

But they haven't opportunity to comunicate in our World

Oh yes! they've mercenaries and crafty money-worshipers

OK!, no problem! We have people  that explain the health thymus as in the following video:


Los magníficos, "sus verdades" y nuestra reflexión


In other orders, it would be necessary the same explanation, but would it be necessary close the book?

No, not, we read more and more, to discover everyone of these characters

Dancing "tore down a la Rimbaud"

I'm running and listening to the radio, I don't specially enjoy it because I run and I heard my own songs, but now, it's an old new time, Javier del Pino calls me every morning in every weekend. After a week, it's first day that I can run, If I run slowly, today I'm running slower than ever. Javier has summoned Juan Mayorga (yezz, I also need an explanation why it's necessary forgive a banker, before finishing his term of office), Mercedes, a lawyer?? (Why David Reboredo,an rehabilitated drug addict has to be in the jail when people, who has destroyed reputation and banks are supported to drive, another time, public institutions), Ada Colau (We need you, PAH to know that our life won't be sad in spite of bankers' avarice) and Josep Martí Gómez, a journalist, who teaches me after a lot of time, from his integrity to know the World without the rottenness of some nasty report (he need know why a young girl, 20 years old, has risked her life?, what society surrounds her?

When this conversation finishes, a song, Oh no, it’s not possible, Van Morrison is here. This man, Javier, always inserts wonderful songs in every report and today the next

I couldn't run, only dance 

He, when the radio programs ends, introduces the credit with each other of his collaborators.

Some minutes before, I was writing about that sequoia where she’d climbed that summer. She’d been enjoyed this place. If she danced around the tree, then gnomes, animals and trumpets would drive her ascent but she don’t run this last time. The runner World that she’d loved so much, was away; now her steps were a personal reflection as, on the other hand, had strongly thought from the next time when a goat told her about the microclimate that these animals had discovered in the middle of the hills, where the common people don’t arrive and they could speak about the past times because in every city, they had discovered that the silence was the brick of the relationship, at least that the always winner could inspire their certainties.

The last days, I was also hearings an interview where two good journalists asked one of these superior beings because he was helped people with house problems. He indicated that they were always the same and the silence between these two reporters were sad and hard because they knew that their report was about this problem and they couldn't ask about:

- Why don't pay taxes with their businness away of their ideas?
- Why they choose their students
- Why they needed come in to every buildings when their buildings were empty, a lot of time?

How many silences need people who hits with their ideas?