"Carne cruda" se la cocinan

¿Qué haces Tomás? ¿Tan necesitado estás?
Algunos no quieren comprender, abrío camino el ahora máldito.
Casí nada le oí, pero un día creí hacer windsurfing
sobre las pútridas aguas nos dió velas para conocer, conociéndonos

¿A quién sirves Tomás? ¿Olvidaste los que buscan fuera de las autopistas?
¿Donde caminar, si descubrieron sus nueva armas en el avasallar?
No, no, ¡despertad ya!; criticarme, pero analizar, viviendo en lo vivido
destruid el aislado balcón forjado para la fácil critica sin pasado

No tu nueva cocina ya no me interesa, no me sirve; quiero elaborar yo
buscaré los javieres, los gallegos, aunque sea en pequeños garitos
odio las certezas de amenazantes locos, las fatúas neopalabras
quiero respirar, pensar, descubrir, escuchar, aprender, equivocarme, yo

My friends, Clint and I

I’m sorry Clint, it’s not the time of businessman; it’s our time when people know their possibilities and take their own way.

Why a man, as free, can lie in the arms of power?

Do you think that everything has a fast solution?

No, not expecting you looked for an easy applause. You’ll dream speak with Obama, but you was speaking with me, a simply man that shut because I just haven’t argue with my friends or with my enemies.

Why? I haven't Cold Blood when I must answer prefabricated responses

 Can a politician stop the crazy consummation of a people that haven’t understood where our limits are?

Do you think as in “Gran Torino” that everyone must take his own decision to help poor families as a friend can think that maybe a fire must extinguish by the neighborhood. Not, not, I hate the charity, I need justice and dignity.

Why wealthy men and women don’t pay taxes but they can drive lives?
It has been funny for supporters.

 I, movies fan, wait your compromise to show the reality of your country. It won’t be an easy solution because our growth has had weak foundations.

The president,( I don’t know if your president, because you’re disparaging with him, like my useless president that looked down on his former president)answered better than me.

If you’ve been looking for the easy laugh, now it’s your moment to accept “High Noon” with people that have other ideas, without fear, only to discover.

Your country don’t need banalities, at least, I would wait that you don’t distribute this kind of things.

They have sent me with pigs

Today, I was sure that my English level had strongly increased, then I've found out my former boss and I was incredibly happy and I've said him.

If you need me to explain something in this language, you can count with me!

He's skeptically look at me. He'd only heard the last words and with some glacial sight has sent me to the court where, maybe, I can talk to someone on my level.

Initially, I cannot deny it, I was sad because I'd worked hard but later, I've thought; Jezz, these beings, people say, have a lot of things that everybody can use. Who knows if they'll help me next crazy times?.

Now, I'm an enthusiastic man, they've strange sounds sometimes, but if my friend says that they'll understand me, we can amicably travel in the same car; but I don't know the stress of these pigs, do you think that I can have problems?

Will I look for, at least, a mermaid near my island?

I’ve hardly discovered that I’m alone; maybe inside an island which I don’t know its banks. I would had fought some years ago but I’ll drink a daiquiri under the shadow that a seductive palm tree.

The first image, this morning, has been a hard man scanned the best moment to hit me. Ok, I knew this situation although I'd seen with a Machiavellian sight. He hasn’t believed because I’m a wild and filth being.

Later, I’ve drunk a pint with the same easy sounds rang out guilties and remote controlled people.

 My house would be my last shelter; no, not now, an e-mail reminded me that I’m in the middle of people who made mistakes. The analysts don’t love us.

  Certainly, I’ve ordered this aphrodisiac beverage. At least,….if a mermaid will arrive?

Thunder Road, my little support to Obama

My local hero sat in the porches, looking at the sun down without the loved girl. She’s listening to fanfare and heavenly melodies, she heard his strange whispers and she decided irrigate flowers in the middle cotton thistle.

The noisy would be deafening, they wanted hide our “promise land” that we know sometimes sad, sometimes hard and also without short horizons but we will always sail toward our Itaca .

We fight together in our own way; “no surrender” will be our cry

Fireworks attract our sights and military march showed us fierceness and martial walk, not our feelings

Now, we only navigate across our “river”, dreaming the stage where sing together with our friends we anchored to the real and wanted world.

I want show my own weakness when someone talks me about the lack of actions of Obama, as if he had been a magician without our help.

No, I’ll watch from the powder of those desert roads to the fake grass of insatiable wealth; and there with my “Brownsville girls”, I’ll embrace my real life in my “little village” and yes, I’ll always support Obama.

So close and yet so far

It was a hard day, yesterday, I decided come back to Edinburgh, this time without scales, I’d promised watch “Songs of Lear” a second time. When the songs began, they couldn’t see me but I was dancing and my body fought;

I shouldn’t really come back to this city, this country. Our sun is wild and without mercy. Our false king fights against the treacherous girls: sun, wasteful and unsupportive actions. How my out of condition body could show this extreme violence?

Some years ago, José María Pou showed me the Lear’s conflict from the cruelty of an uncomplaining body. Every day, I ask me why I resigned to see a second time “Songs of Lear”.

We love our country from our reality. Why the instigators of a crime drive us to a responsibility that doesn’t belong us.

If they and their puppies, forgetful of frauds, speculators and money deserter discovered the real situation with these kinds of people;  common people would understand their possibilities and wouldn’t be in a real muddle with false ideas.

I'm sure that everybody thinks about the same problems; where are the differencies with our actions and solutions?

Someone looks at Trade Unions and politician that don't be exempt from their guilties but why these people who only discover this side, don't see around themselves or where the money are?

Who helps to transmit these ideas? What profits they obtain when they forgot indicate the huge problem of tax evasion?

How institutions who receive supervised money can be guilty of flight of capital?.

Please, it's not the showed site; you can also look at the "bookmarker"

Aristides de Sousa, beautiful heard in a cruel world

Yesterday, I read a reporter about Aristides de Sousa Mendes, a diplomatic Portuguese who helped a lot of Jew people escape, despite the opposition of Dictator Salazar, from the clutches of Nazis murderers.

What happened later?
He and his family were losing all their possessions.
A movie will remind us to recognize his humanitarian actions. I’ll watch it, but from that moment, I’m full of questions. The Dictator and his supporter never have lost their illicit acquisitions?

 An incredible man that had 14 children, never recuperate, at least, the recognition among the neighbors. How many people around us have the same situation? Is it always better walking because the fool could help to live over the shit?

Some years ago I read a nice Almudena Grandes’ book ·”the frozen heart” about the relationship that we’ve in our live even with our former enemies.

It’s sure that we cannot return life and possessions to Aristides; at least, my heart will travel with his family and will  always try to show my love for people who see human beings in the "different" and not enemies to punish

I know a lot of Portuguese people across the Kayak polo, , although a time, they  beaten us 25-0, I’ll always walk together with these keen people

sonidos extraños

Ceb-o-yo is lost in this moment, he've been speaking with his partners and she's decided away some months. He's crazy, he'll only talk in English language and he'll also defend his ideas although the common people will love a wild being, very funny and never with any responsability.

Why we cannot walk the same way, has she asked?. This morning, he's stupid man was elated, at least, a man in front of him, had said that he didn't like that tenebrous messenger of darkness.

Ceb-o-yo, sometimes, is a sad man, while that man will walk, after this weekend, the right way and he won't have any problems.

She goes out and Ceb-o-yo dreams her body, ever from his certainty that, perhaps, would be another mistake.

Where were the key of people to obtain so much support?.Nobody would analyze  many problems that were coming and we were all payings?

Finally, everyone want their money although he loses their dignity? 

Bright Side of the Road

And finally, the day, as if this month hadn't passed; will I come back to make the same mistakes with the sounds?

The Meadow grass, the Meadow girl and boys, the Meadow’s musician, the faster runner women than I’ve never seen, the Holyrood Hill and it wonderful sightseeing from where water and Royal Miles are joined with the dances of peoples and sails when the bagpipes and wind  play sonorous roads.

Generations and countries share pub and songs, beer and ways, word and loves, dream and rhythms.

Walking only walking, perhaps you’ll arrive. A day, murmuring will say you that also these sounds will also be for you although a few time ago, those whisper hit you as a ruthless hammer.

And now, I wish that every sound wouldn’t be me indifferent as every people that I’ve known in my life. Now, I'm finishing this report and my friend sound gives me the title of this report: "Bright side of the Road",  Van Morrison and I always walk together, thank you

After living this time, you sing across your mistakes, later you'll be working

Thank you Paul, although every page is an agonizing step but necessary

My last book bought, “The Spanish Holocaust”, from Paul Preston.

This last afternoon needed buying a book from Edinburgh Book Festival; this place has been that my small cave.

Having written these weeks more of 10 pages, I’m in the same situation of the theater or dance, there’s an only way to performer my level , working strongly hard and perhaps I’ll be as far away as in the first moment.

I’ve only read the twenty first page of this sizeable book but I’d like that a lot of people could read it and they knew the powerful people’s actions.

After reading,  these beings were dangerous eighty of ninety years before  and this situation is hitherto reproduced . You’re reading these ideas, thinking, "are it possible that a man believes himself that he’s better than me only by his money?", on the one hand; on the other hand, asking you, when he discovers his weakness, is it possible that a religion supports his idea about the possibility of kill you?

Where they’ve obtained this capacity to be a murderer?

I invite you to read some sentences that politician and priests said in the early thirties when they were lost their privileges.  Their savagery only you can imagine when you’re watching hungry beast.

We will be invited to talk about our future that belong us. Our differences should be small stones easy to beat when in front of you; you can perceive the huge machinery ready to destroy because they’re aware that they have all reins of power.

I’ve been reading this morning more than thirties pages, sometimes the heart cries and needs stop

Songs of Edinburgh

The Meadow grass has songs that every day I've tried to discover. The Royal Oak dances with the World rhythms, the girl runners describe dizzy lanes in the lack of gravity.

They told me that the winter would be harder that this nice eternal spring. I don't know, the Spanish people are used to sunny days that we wait every dark wintry dawn, but I'm sure that this long time every theater, every pub and every freezing parc inspire ideas, songs, books and everything will be in my heart without dim step of my pronuntiation.

Sanchez Gordillo, traveler across the prickle of powerfuls: Deceitfully of criminal frontpage, sad food of the poor people who are devoted to leftovers, threat the fighter who forgot his own welfare. Sometimes, the remoteness alleviates the sight of the madness of the given beings

You go out, but Royal Oak, no

 

But the Royal Oak is there, and also my South-Africa brothers, although we have only talked for three minutes, a white man and a black man went out to their country to meet here. And yes, the rhythm of the traditional South Africa songs dance in my mind.  I would dance all night but my Scottish teachers also need to know my gratitude for their help. Every song of these days drives my heart towards some light movements. This afternoon when I run I could recognize every song, later when I was listening to the different people, I was coming up against my reality, but I was loving every moment

Ceb-o-lio, a prank

Ceb-o-yo lived thirty years ago, he was brown eyes and court hair and every day opened the light of his weak friend. He’s always prepared to know new ways that sometimes produced him some big problem.

When he’s fighting a day against a strongly young, you couldn’t know that he was in a dangerous problem, because he was our heroes and he would win in the last month; his brothers, that day, finally opened us our eyes and we discovered that he was our  energetic friend but he always sailed against unknown world without fear.

Ceb-o-yo was interested about that nice girl but that awful day when the spiral of a notebook was introduced in his nose, he felt that his feeling had lost that special charm. From that day, he began introducing clown actions in his life; if a special day, he was in a picture with a big bandage in his head, he’d be laughing when his father will look at that picture some years later, he couldn’t understand why his son was always making silly things.

It’s not easy explained that those months, they were supporting a mouse that we would use to teach our young teacher who every day terrorized us with magic and horrific histories of fear. The day D, they took control about the situation in that place. The corner’s girl disappeared because he jumped over us when he felt the sweet leg of the mouse his skin. Hours later, my friend told us the history because he was the young who should describe the different moments when the white mouse realized it job. We had a big social life, full of experience that only young who have lived in the street could understand.

Shame, the fucking drug arrived later and the relationship and costume would change and They were “king with mud feet”.

Our friend knew the first reaction of panic, although immediately changed his mouth and after three or four minutes they knew a pleasant reaction of a man after be worked in the right way. We’d trained it with this special job. When that man felt all their eyes turn around him, his red face and cheeks were a poem and his reaction harder than they can have thought.

It was the leitmotif of that crazy sunrise in Ceb-o-yo face, some months later, But it was impossible explain it, at least, for me

The broken Utopias's Island

When we see a wonderful image where we could develop our holydays , maybe our main or first idea would be obtain it; Would it be our Utopia?; It would also be to rest about our activity. Because our Utopia or Itaca will be obtain our personal improvement;

If we would think about the Utopia of our worker who spend his hours in a damn island where the rubbish or the cruise or other ships arrive; For him, it wouldn’t be necessary live in that wonderful image that a day he found out in the middle of a picture in the rubbish; that haven’t sense for him;  Maybe or not!. Although it would be the same in a rich country, he can be happy when he comes back to his house where a wonderful woman are going to wait him with their children or he will play guitar with his friends or perhaps he’ll stop the time and he will travel across a book where he’s understanding why other people need waste too much to look for the happiness.

Kapucinski wrote us about a situation where he would know a country because he would be living the life of the others.

When we visit a new country or our country, we try knowing only the advantages and forgot the disadvantages. Someone ha increased our level from our personal point of view; we love people who are around us, we dream that they obtain the best life dreamed for them. We haven’t thought that we don’t know anything about people who are in the other extreme of the string. There, other people with the same name, the same dreams will work to help their friends and their relatives. They’re pulling against that family far away. They, perhaps, also don’t understand why someone want cut down their “true” dreams.

Kapucinski would live some years in every country and he would try reporting us these two near point of view where the same name, the same love fight against "the other" with their best idea.

or we're to golf or to bulls

Today, I’ve had to convince these people that I wasn’t possible celebrate bullfight here, in the middle of this great green area because it was most natural play golf or football or rugby or with the Frisbee; they answered me that the Spanish people also wanted everything.

I’ve defended our great nation and have said that not, that they're think about their real possibilities and they’re forgotten a golf course in the middle of a desert weather, because a bull could break its legs with the holes. The politician, now, sell reality, incredible.

the Lion's exercices

This lion got away with it victim, another time, with her complicity. She was putting up with that situation form the last two months when she’d understood that those tourist didn’t make up for so many money that they had been stealing in thousand of trolleys of that nice market.

That incredible and expensive hotel was full of tuned trolleys. This wise animal look forward to a great idea, those vehicles were slows and this funny wild inhabitants of the savanna keep up with the same speed of the ambitious tourist, when they walked together, the man was visibly nervous catch up with the same place of the trolley and they descend so fast that this innocent vehicles killed him. The lion only made a cleanning work, so necessary for everybody these days

She looked up to this situation because she thought that maybe had a kind of social justice.

She, a moment before sleep, would have imagined if other similar actions were developed abroad her countries.

She would rather not know that her nice and an unknown country weren’t a refuge for heartless money lovers.

My cream "catalane"

The origin of the “crema catalane” is a Catalonia if not this dessert would be called with other name, isn’t it?.
It’s impossible not to call “Tortilla española” our mixture between potatoes and eggs, or not?

These days, I’m discovering these kind of things aren’t as clear as everybody should speak Spanish easily.
When a man explains me the crème ”brulée” and he patiently mix egg yolks and sugar with cinnamon stick and grated lemons rind and over this pot pour in the milk and cornstarch, I’ve begun to suspecting that I knew, in my childhood, these ingredients although I’ve only eaten fast food the last years.

In the saucepan, you remove the mixture, stirring constantly just until thickened.
Do you tolerate the milk?

Closed door; they’re discovered the word “rethinking the democracy. I’m alone in front a cappuccino cup and a cream “catalane” recipe; am I a victim of new democracy?.

I’m alone in front a cappuccino cup and a cream “catalane” recipe. Will be it the new way that I will send to everybody?
Have I found out the right solution? I’ll use only a cup of sugar, or maybe if I liked using more, I’d have to mix, at least, the same ramekin that our public TV, someone of their new command, perhaps, has read the writer, Ian Garden in his new book “the third Reich’s celluloid war”, that situation would be dangerous, unhealthy, also for our democracy
Later 4 egg yolks are a parfait quantity, because the yolk has essence and with the white would be also to hidden it.

Thecinnamon and the lemon show us the bitter of the reality, you can forgot that only the sweet life help you to develop your life. It’s not true.
Effectively, the cow will give you the happinesswith the milk but it is necessary mix with the cornstarchbecause without it, you would dream to increase too much your level and you wouldn’t be finally solid

All these substance need always be heated; it wouldn’t be possible to develop it, if you’re sleeping.
The refrigerator is strongly important, the cold chills our mind that could be dangerous too hot.

When your mind is cold, you must wake up, warm and mix the remaining portion of sugar over the bowl
Your life would be caramelized. It could be hard but your actions will be you better

Song of Lear, my stuttering tribute

An only pitch helps us to surf, without pity,

Thousand waves rides somber wintry day

Criminal knives yearns fraternal vengeance

Sharp voices board conspired pirate ship



Her voice is the passion as in Pou was his body.

Our broken hearts flight across own cleverness.

Caught sisters love their moment, sad poverty

Mrs. Writer, Painter, sang so much vileness


Bagpiper, jester traveler plays in front fate’s troubadour.

Expert helmsman counters skill against traitorous mermaid

Abandoned auditor capsizes with celestial ray and thunder.

He stumble alone, clumsy; far away, dance ethereal marines

Pictures about beggar?

They ask  annoying pictures to live free of beggar
They also want a book about the origin of their poverty
or they will also show whom are  now winning money
these people, whose known that used us to obtain profit

Do they want that we're nasty people against ourselves?
Do they need another big brother, ruthlessness beings
Let us kiss the weakness, let us be open new roads.
Spit the mighty malicious who plays with base instincts

"Song of Lear", Summerhall, at 19h15

What do you wait when you buy a ticket about “Song of Lear”, maybe another strange Shakespeare’s performance?

 Are you seating now?
10 chairs and old medieval instrument.

The director realizes a little introduction

10 people in black (5 women and 5 men) and a bagpiper

Perhaps, do you have some doubts about your lastminute election?

I haven't words to describe my trip accross the rhythms, emotions and dreams, maybe today, two days later, I've seen people who could performer it because they draw lifes, lyrics and songs.

Where I can find out these shade skies to write the waterfall of worlds that are in front of me?.

Maybe, far away, a little village is my dream of peace where I can irrigate words, I don't know if would be alive

A rabbit commissioner, (first chapter)

 

Yes, police, it has been a "g", it has fled , maybe fed up with me. I didn't like a golf course; when he's asked about a sport that begin with "g", I've angry

Two weeks later, living in this rainy city,
We're finally playing golf in a course in the middle of this nice town. I had an easy putt, maybe less that a meter. I was prepared when suddenly a rabbit has a look out from the hole.

What do you do here, man?

You can see!, I love people who play golf in this special course.

It's no possible! I know you!, you're from Alcala; at least, your car run faster when you arrive near our golf course?

Oh my god!, you recognized me only because I work near a special golf course?

- That's right!; You should remind that we eat carrots to improve our memory.

- Too much, because it's a grateful surprise, but?

I'm rabbit commissioner that must visit every country of the World. Certainly, what do you thing about this course?

Ok, I will only answer if you don't ask me about that sad course.

Ok, Ok, I'd never thought about a course that could be sad; Although, that is too much hot, isn't it?

- Please, first question!

Have you seen this crazy players?, what do you think about this kind of players?

- It's absolutely funny that young people play relaxed, it's quiet common every day play here, then they don't look for a special day

- Do you think that this rabbit work is dangerous?

- Yes, it's probably that here, you can grew immediately and you cannot go out of the hole. It's also dangerous that cracked floor falls over you.

- Should the rabbit teach this sport in the school?

- That's right! Our children would be vegetarian

- But I'm asking you about golf

- Oh yes! How many rabbit are in your entourage?

- Oh I think that four

- Ok, at least here, I will be grass for your team

It was the moment for lunch. I'd spoken about "Song of Lear", the most wonderful and exciting performance that I've never seen. My dreams were carried  out for an hour, but I wait that a day I have words to describe so many beauty. At least, this rabbit finally looked like understand me

Angie's Point

Just a day to visit Berlin, the last year, I opened a restaurant and I hadn’t needed to come back; my friends are my friends and there, they develop a good and hard work.

Then, why I’ve done it?.
Please, nobody should know the true. Vicente, our wonderful coach has been invited by Angie and he, who is a kind person, has thought: why not. He knows me from some years ago , both love people as Xavi Hernández. He’s asked me where they, Angie and Vicente, could have a meeting without crowd around them.

I was listening to another time “Brownsville girl”, in the first time I’ve thought in Alabama but I’ve immediately answered, a nice trumpet sounded behind; Coño Vicente, you must visit the restaurant near Weding, where every night, Sten shows a bright performance.
I’ve calmly interrogated when the meeting would be about?
Today, he’s asked with this frank sunrise that always disarms me.

Jezz, Vicente, you’re changing; you’d never done a same actions.

Ok, at half past seven of clock. The restaurant’s staff hasn’t a surprise. I always send the craziest people from the different places of the World.
Vicente, this time I will only ask you 45 minutes near my restaurant, Ok?

José, I know you, not problems?

Never with you

I’ve prepared a movie about the bad conditions in Public School and Hospital.
When they were watching it, Angie has told him that has to be a sad time after our Civil War; Vicente has friendly declared that we’re living this kind of situations, nor because our country haven’t money.

They’ve stopped their conversation because Charlie’s Point was now in the screen.
Yes, this nice image of the police was only a deceptive reality in our country.
Here, there were dark and deterrent forces that covered the different kind of crime and these same forces criminalized poor people, bowed one and another time. Dylan sings: it’s too hot to sleep, time is running away.
A voice from the screen is beseeching to be hard against the corruption, against people who use Spain as a flag but hides their money abroad our country. She must know that we’re prepared to work hard. She can ask about the Spanish workers that help them, some years ago.

Sorry, Vicente if I’ve made a bad action but I knew that Angie’s Point was our only opportunity to recuperate our self- esteem. Here, the same kinds of people want indicate our weakness which we know, but we also proclaim our dignity and our capacity to discover our way.

Angie raises our chains, a man, with a tear of powerlessness in his face, is dreaming in the last image on the screen

it's only possible far away (remind Huetos, today, market street for Karangasso)

It was later, too later?. Not, in the last moment I could mount in the spacecraft.

-Is it impossible? I’ll say you. The last week I have landed in Mars.

-Oh! you will say to me; if easy, because you has been able to read it or to watch in the TV and you can invente this news.
- I will only explain that I'm living

The trip has lasted a lot, the main problem could be the food but I’d decided working with this subject the last year; now it hasn’t been inconvenient.

I’d communicated my trip to the NASA, when we’ve arrived to Mars, I was afraid about they could destroy our spacecraft in the middle of outer space. On the one hand, they are very angry with me, on the other hand, they have also thought that would be possible obtain more information about this planet. And now, because they’re in this show’s business, they’re asking me some personal questions. After my 100 answers, I’ve clearly seen that they would send another people, using my knowledge. When I’ve understood this situation I’ve cut off the communication with them. Fucking them!

I send you this message from other channel that they won’t be to discover,
Here, I’m doing exhaustive discovery about this planet. Ok, I knew your first question. Yes, there’s Martian life and they give me news about their habits.

You know that the books are very important to me and one of the best ways to know a country. The first third day, I’ve read their most book. It’s curious because they, more or less the same worries: businessman and workers.

But I couldn’t imagine the solution in Mars; I’ve immediately thought that’s the reason because they’re Martian.

The book talks about a common action of the police. They arrested 3 years ago, a network of black money, that don’t pay tax and also had the money abroad their countries (yes, I have also discovered that they have their holidays in other planets, Jupiter, Saturn, this very cruelty, ¿not? ).

This book shows these men as wild and as “inmartian”. I should finish it next days, although, at same time, I’ve received a chip that helps me to watch directly the development of the news. There aren’t tabloids or some other shits, which try to look like serious.
As you can suppose; I have immediately travelled around the images to know where these businessmen are in this moment; ok, they’re counting pieces of 5 pens coins. Three hour every day.

 In other channel, the reporter was describing the space that needed all money that had been robbed. This year, in this planet couldn’t watch Premier League because every field is completely full of money.
They are also recreating their live, near a swimming pole; it’s horrific see like they would ask an exotic kind of fruit that arrived without problem, at same time, that the salary of their workers decrease. Here, when work class pays control about their condicitons and occupies grounds to claim about those acts of injustices. They only solution for the media is help balancing the news.

Ok, sorry! The aerospace agency is now very friendly with me, I’m receiving amicable messages but I’ve sufficiently lived to know them. They understand all problems, they have the best solutions. I haven’t said to them that here, we can watch the consequences of the human ambitious, here, respect the Martian beings

Y acabó

Yes, he stopped the time. His body draw a new sky, in 10 years time, his hair will fall in his back, although now nobody could think this possibility. Not far away, light bodies flight over murdered lives stabed by ruthlessness smiles.

After a while, a magic musician discovers and plays songs of republican musician wiped out merciless for a rebel army. The order thrashes the others. Finally, it's better for them than turning the other cheek.

If my body was trained, I would like to performer this music, love that murdered musician and comunicate in front of him, the feeling that my friend works hard to discover every shade.

Huetos will never be far away

There, now far away, where my childhood disappeared; eternal young discover new loves and new relationship that maybe forty years later, will be rocked with the incredible voice of Van Morrison.

Now, the pictures, words, life’s minstrel beat the feelings of these rising lives who are near of Karangasso’s people.

Someone elaborates eau de vie, another prepares wicker baskets, another sweet cakes or unexplored pictures, full of nuances.

Well known artist donate a painting or old people knit table linen.

Everything will be sold and this money are going to built a hospital, or a new school.

These last hours, before open the “small street market of Huetos”, maybe the same people will have to label the different products, to find out the best way to show the different works that will connect these small villages, Huetos and Karangasso.

This weekend if you live in Guadalajara, in Madrid, o near Huetos I will be a good opportunity to know a place that, when I’m writing about it, causes me the sweet rocking of the loved things and beings, the "little village" of my childhood.

Huetos, next Saturday, Street market for Karangasso

Just a quick message to tell you about an auction I will be taken to in Huetos the next Saturday. You’re going to be persuaded to go by me and although this village is far away at first, you will end up having a great time.



When you will first have decided, I will give you a list of all the nice items made by inhabitants, in the auction and then you will be have some time to look at everything. Most of it will be traditional products. Sure, you will be a bit nervous about bidding for things at first, but soon got into it.



Anyway, to cut a long story short, some nice Karangasso’s pictures could be bought. It’s a really fantastic-and a real bargain, I think. It could be delivered next week, not this Saturday. But can I ask you a huge favor? I’m abroad and nothing could be given if I’m not there. I hope that’s OK!

I have arranged for a relative to pick it up from your place very soon, I promise. Then he’ll look after it until I’m going to go to in Huetos again in the end of this summer. Don’t worry, when this picture will be bought, you will be asked to sign something but you won’t have to pay anything. All the payment will be sorted out already


I’ll phone soon to let you know the exact kind of thing I’d like to have.
 

All the best

Huetos, don't forget next Saturday, 11/08/2012

buff, buff!

Words that don't work,
I’m looking for a song
if you appreciate my work,
maybe you can answer me by taking my flyer
It would be easy to give the performance
if you want to share this with me
and go around the world,
but you know all these actions,
it would be worth it.


Oh no! I should begin
now by saying something
although it seems sometimes.
I’m writing to this sheep
without hurting your feelings,
I’ don’t know if your flagrant
when you’re traveling in a ship.

You have red chicks, when I sing to you,
I'm not sure if because you're farmer
or because you’ve bash of me.

Have you prepared beams?
- Maybe I will eat it, tomorrow
Is it not too hard? I'd like bean in a plate
Don't you like eat bins in my house?
- There, I think, you will need good beams

Tribute to my teachers of this summer “English”.

I was waiting a bus, it’d drive me to the airport if I could open that wallet; this pocket was special, protected me when I undertook crazy adventures. My decision was unappealable, they would see me as another adventurous and senseless man that would ask stop at the first port before starting the Great Crossing.
I was a river’s sailor. I recognized my weakness from this knowledge I knew bit maneuvers perhaps I’d need this little skills.
 The first three days, the wind favored us but it was very strong. I didn’t recognize its changeable rhythms without the telltales, so we have some big problems. A day, it’s time to put a sensitive linen, from this day, I enjoy every moment that I felt a bit breeze

I looked at the horizon too many times when my boat needed that I paid attention to the little details.
“Brownsville girl” is so far away that I’d lose my rudder if I will think about that brilliant lyric as my Itaca. I should discover every day the seagulls’ flight or the dolphin’s dance, I’d discover as many words as many precious pearls in the middle of people and of course, I should travel with the dreamy lyrics of this sea’s landlord.

It’s worth find out other sailors whose I will feel love for the sea and its lose islands. They began their trips some years ago and they also lived great lull, wild wind, tidal waves and they learnt to be patient because every day gives you some new skill to meet the next unexpected.

Attention, look at starboard. I cannot finish alone, I need him, it is some words written by Bob Dylan in "Not Dark yet": 

 “Shadows are falling and I’ve be en here all day”
“I’ve been down on the bottom of a world full of lies”

“Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there”.

Beauty?

Where have you hidden our pajamas of that night?

Reminding juggling with kisses of that afternoon

Thousand delights happened under a loved light

Now, I’m just calling that sad and elusive moon.

That damn bus to nowhere, dressed your body
I run paths back, sweating without your arms

We walk lived passions from our beloved toy
Known route, stopping at the stations dreams


Today, I arrive full tiredness, I hear your heart?
Your way haven’t been easy, can I calm down?
opened passing pleasures,  our bed draws the Art
we go away where our sense forget a sad town

Where I should come in there

I've seen the Spanish dark money. It has been to read that a reporter has talken about this economy and I have physically discovered it.

Can you said to us if you has been able calculate these hidden banknotes?.

Uff, I don't know as I should explain. I've token a bike and I've needed at least 30 minutes to arrive at the end.

Jeez!, it's incredible

Ok, but the most important were that everyone had able to pick up or a few part or someone special people needed more; it hand't any problems between the different characters.

Maybe, it would be a good action to be happy?

I think that yes!, a fun person also said us that we will be quiet because he will help us.
In this moment, my whiskey glass has fallen and he was watching TV.

I have a desire to give him a rap on the head!

At least, if he will find out another mushroom to show us

Bravhmleart in their castle

I've arrived sooner than ever. People were around the main room, drinking and eating with enormous laughs that I knew that I shouldn’t stop when they are in their elated and intense moments of powerful.



Whom I found out in that other dark room with crazy sounds and sad words? Yes, of course, you know me, he was also there although I had gone away to discover other answers that help me in my daily meetings. This circumspect man who was tugged the beards.



He was speaking alone. He played with the rhythm and melody of his expression. Sometimes he was a sweet young who dreamed with the deep love of his devoted lovers, seconds later, he shouted a heartbreaking cry followed by a gloomy silence and later his imprecation against that nasty and covetous despicable being, that had only chosen because he knew his weakness and he could take control from the shadow.



Our man was endless second on the floor. There was a time that I wanted to help him but this man began with a crazy laugh, unbearable, nauseating, I’d have token his neck to appease it and to help him. He was in that moment a wild being without mercy for himself. In these sad moments, he also told about the generous transvestites whom now he had to return their actions never unselfish.



That situation couldn’t end well. I decided to show me as if I were a clown whom people of the other room had sent to distract because they only wanted their benefit although they obviously knew the prize which their boss was paying.



I don’t know why. I began performer different sportsmen; after some minutes, he burst into tears; why?, why you show me these sports that I loved before and the last time, when I feel myself as a doll, I hate everything. He counted me like he has nightmares when he knew that a new sport will develop the next day, because they’re going to send him there.

Don’t worry; they always said that it’s good; they will love more and more.



You know, he explained, I had the picture cards that the last thirty years, I, also. I stopped to performer my clown, he relaxed himself and we were spoken about the last players and the cards, every time, better.



They’re as children although they commit ruthless actions.

At least they show their way, dangerous, not?

I'm sitting here, waiting news; I only receive the funny actions of people that should be here; Because this place acepts the clowning actions, clowning people; the big difference would be that people know their happy consequences and our clowning know their bad consequences that we will pay for years. Although, they and their buddies didn't pay its; and these jobs, for them,

She's there with her powerful and colored car. She has decided to arrive here wiith this weapon to attract another time men whose always have obtained precious rewards. Men, who dream with her captivating look, have forgotten their real live and possibilities and accept the slavery of their actions to have her in their arms. This way, too many times repeated, ends when her car and her up finger go out, having picked up their dirty remains of their personality.

Meeting in our main square; que sí, en la Plaza Mayor

Hoy nos esperan en la Plaza Mayor, a las 8. No podéis faltar. ¿Por qué? diría un niño pequeño en sus porques.


Porque me siento como ellos, a falta de crecer muchísimo en conocimientos sobre lo que me rodea.


¿Entonces hoy tendremos las soluciones?. No, porque como nos indica David en el resumen que pongo a continuación, nuestra tarea es ir haciéndonos nosotros, con un pensamiento critico y si, yo particularmente estaré orgulloso que me encuentre con gente tan dispuesta a compartir, a analizar y a escuchar. Si, allí en la plaza de Guada (cada vez soy más pij.) a las 8, ¿Qué hacéis en una terraza?, o ¿andando?; de todo tenéis tiempo, pero plantearos estas preguntas:

EL MITO DE LA LIBERTAD

Las medidas económicas neoliberales que se están tomando en Europa y EEUU para gestionar la crisis están suponiendo un agravamiento de la misma y una destrucción de los derechos sociales de la ciudadanía, lo cual está siendo posible por la connivencia política de las llamadas democracias liberales con los mercados económicos regidos por los teóricos del neoliberalismo… y todo ello bajo el nombre del liberalismo, bajo la bandera de la protección de la libertad que se está agotando, la misma por la que se derrocaron regímenes totalitarios para generar esta libertad que todo el mundo sabe que no es real… ¿o si?

¿Y si fuera real? ¿Y si las democracias liberales tuvieran como base el fomento de la libertad? ¿Y si el neoliberalismo económico no funcionase si no fuese mediante la libertad de las personas? ¿Y si somos realmente libres, tal como se nos dice? Si esto es así, si la libertad nos ha traído hasta aquí y los movimientos contestatarios piden más libertad, ¿a dónde iremos a parar? ¿Será esto posible?

Intentemos reflexionar sobre estas cuestiones y descubrirlo


Están pensando por nosotros, están diciéndonos lo que está bien o mal; yo aunque lejos, estaré en la plaza, a las 20h, cuando el Sol comienza a deslizarse a otros lares y las únicas luces que nos quedan son puestas para proyectarnos realidades ajenas. Busquemos nuestra propia luz

Angel Renieblas, primary school teacher

And now, I'm in front of them!. (I think, It's not my public; it's her public).

I've decided in the last moment to wear a tie. Why? It would be a good question without answer or perhaps could mean the honor of people who are stripped of his beloved and respected employment and fair wages for month. Now, far aw

Where are you in this moment?. Physically far away, but in my heart. I'm hearing another time, Angel Renieblas, primary school teacher in Cabanillas del Campo; who, from the darkness gives partiality and hate.

 Can someone feel that his votes have been received to do this kind of actions?.

Thank you Angel for loving what I love so much an mainly to have dignity.

Other people try to have, but the dignity is impossible to buy it,  even of those who are accustomed to sell it

One Unicycle, a loincloth

I was seeing the publicity board, when a man has gone out quickly without sight my special position (I always see its as the performer works in the picture). Of course!, I've fallen; he's been seing me totally confused and surprised.

He's told: come on, come on; it's not the moment to explain anything.
I was tired but you know I don't say anything not for anybody.

The actress was there, sad and nervous;

 - tio, you know a Spanish person of the government yesterday saw  my performance about the different kind of music that I can play to dominate some animals. He came in my dressing room after finish it and he explained to me that the money wouldn't be a problem (he laughs when he said this stupid thing because I've a Spanish friend, I know the situation; these men are cruels and selfishes).

- Tio, (another time he told me this word that I hated when I heart stranger people). I need this money.

- Ok, but I'm not a clown and I don't play any instrument. Are you working with instrument during your show, isn't it?; and I also reminded her, that maybe she need paying the debts of her family but when these people waste all money, you won't be able to work. You know the Arts and Science Palace of Valencia. It was ok, citizens voted them because everybody had job, but now, They have not money, not future, and they also must pay their extravagances.

- Hostias tio, (she told in Spanish to say swearwords); I don't know why, but I cannot think about the future in this moment. You must change your clothes and you would go out to scene if not, you shouldn't make the clown of the middle of Berlin.

Ah, I know, I know, but that action I only did it once.

Ok, I will go to Spain to know your reality and you, Spanish person, will find out a job here.

O perhaps, dos hostias (sometimes my mouth is also free). Eh, eh, eh, but what I can do?

Improvising, man, improvising is your dreamed time

I've seen around the room an unicycle, a loincloth and my mind

Jeez! I have in this moment the same that our government has left us to live.

Only three minutes and actions!!

Raining, wake up of his hatred

Raining kisses to them,
whom we love although we don't understand
whose we obtain their hard capacity to word
Waiting to know their pattern.

Dreaming a special night near their bed
whom we loved too much but they took their own way
whose we obtained their hight capacity to create
Distroying petals of trassient aromatic flowers

Talking hard words in weak glasses
whom we need to be, to think, to change the world
whose we hope a sunrise when they received his hate
Loving every second, feeling their affection