That child

two days later, was in the middle a crowd. They were driven to a special place but he knew the circomstances why they should to go there. For 4 hours, a wonderful and crafty man told them about his imaginary world but the most important would be that they perceived a new reality because he would work to destroy the last sight about the few days ago.

Child walked opposite of them. He had his own poetry about his feelings;
 I'm here, to drive my life, why they need to indicate my feelings?
 I'll cry when my world you'd destroy, I would like to live dreaming
that beauty car would open me this small row, won't it be easy obtain it?
what I've so much information for? I need them to only walk, I'm so weak!

I want a song to kick you
You have the age that close me
I don't like to be driven
You drive, but theach me!

A day, it is so long sat down in a chair
open your arm, althought the move picture
I would like to do those your small things
flowers are wonderful, but love the hare!

Dance, show my movements that descrive
Jump, discover the top of the walls
Run, aproach so different bit feelings
Circles in the horizon, are near my heart

sorpresa

Aquello le produjo una increíble sorpresa, le habían dicho que siempre le daría resultado, que sólo eran unos apesebrados. Después de una de las manifestaciones de estos seres "vagos y elegidos", había montado en un tren y allí puso en funcionamiento algunas de las tácticas en las que había sido entrenado, fue acompañado de una "cámara de investigación" que tanto le gusta a la "más pura e inquebrantable investigadora", entregada al arreglo de una sociedad corrupta.
 Se acercó, como para irse y parando, se plantó en una cuadrícula y desde allí se dispuso. Iría tanteando con todos los tópicos (sería sucesivamente profesor de una religión sin nombre, también profesor de inglés y también periodista de radio, la nacional,  desde allí hasta el final expelió píldoras de las grandes certezas, que le habían enseñado siempre debería dejar como de una forma dulce, descuidada, de buen rollo y que eran in negociables entre quienes le había acogido y de alguna manera, también afianzado en aquellos supuestos.
La verdad que habían entrado a todos los puntos, al final, cuando ellos se fueron, se sentó, tenía un tiempo para él mismo, antes de ir a reportar todo lo ocurrido. No mucho, de hecho, se acercaban sus amigables cuidadores. ¿por qué habiendo dicho todo lo que les podía destruir a aquellos metretefes, era ahora él quien se planteaba las cosas?. Después de haber utilizado sus entallados trajes, tan bellos como necesarios para su distinción, ¿por qué se sentía desnudo?, ni incluso podía utilizar su oculta cámara o su micrófono para otra cosas que no fuera met.........; llegaron y le saciaron de alabanzas. Le dijeron que les había minado la moral; otra vez, a estos no les preocupa la suya propia

Viejas noticias; Raffaele Simone, despiertanos!

Borró personales sentencias, torpes descripciones, pare enterrar pasados sueños, pasadas responsabilidades; paró para comprender que nunca podría separarme de los tiempos vividos:
-  De los días vestidos de lycra para enfrentarse a poderosos caballeros que batían el agua como ahora hubiera podido correr.
- De los sentimientos que había experimentado por ver como aquel amigo, sudoroso, me cuenta en un pequeño descanso que él había emprendido la universal pelea contra los molinos que estaban firmemente amarrados a la tierra, de las malas raíces que se nutren de nuestras aguas.

- De la tristeza que entonces le produjo la utilización de muertos, sin creer ver aves carroñeras y que ahora quedan más evidentes en las medidas tomadas, que retrotraían, incluso, a peores niveles de cuando había sucedido la desgracia que tiño un verano seco y por día ventoso.

- De los sueños rotos, por el encerramiento mental y físico en un espacio amado, pero que había dejado de ser único.

Recojo aquellas rápidas vías de escape y las balanceo sobre el columpio de la lectura del artículo (http://www.publico.es/culturas/420264/esta-izquierda-huele-a-derechas) sobre el ensayista Raffaele Simone, en Público, del día 4 de Febrero que acaba de publicar un libro, clarividente sobre hechos que muchos hemos intuido y que él pone nombre a todas estas sensaciones: "el mundo amable, ¿el mundo se vuelve de derechas? editado en España por Taurus. Leo rápido también sin asimilar un artículo de Fukuyama en el mismo sentido. Ahora, nos queda destaparnos a la auto complacencia y dejar las comodidad de los sofás sobre los que nos narcotizan para envolvernos en la fácil belleza

Leopold is sleeping, and John?

It was a nice day, some first birds had came back in our town. This Sunday, he was watching the same eternal  religious' row that went to Church. Because the last day weather had been cold and unpleasant, the majority parishioner  dressed coats and scarves. Little boys felt the arrival of their freedom after a hard months where they had lived more or less in their house. Men told about football and they also explained the last politic decisions; women told about last actions in the royal family and both, they spoken about the last idle gossip in their  neighborhood, that reckless young that had been a fateful accident. Later, like that was an excuse, they had started to speak about his family and their bad actions. Everyone knew something about this family; it had been the same conversation if they wouldn't had seen that car; they had stopped in a zebra crossing; there, people saw a wonderful car, behind the driver a young couple kissed themselves. She was the major, but, that man??, he wasn't dark-haired as her husband !. Two minutes later, at the Church's door she, with sad face, explained that her brother should go far away to develop a important project for our country and maybe he was long for, at least, six months.  No far away, a man, in low voice, told them that he knew her family, this hadn't a boy.

A blond child walked slowly in opposite sense, he was unhappy, he didn't understand why he was so different, the last days, he was near other boys but he'd understand that would be dangerous, it would be funny, but he had alway listened to some adults about the big problems; but he was so sad, so alone.

Then he took a decision, he turn right to go with that people. This time would be the first to come in the Church, maybe then he could understand why their schools was si wonderful and friendly. His new high school, sometime, looked so sad, so poor.

John had began the last January to write a new history in that little town. The last roman about Leopold had been an incredible success. It was the history of a dancer who came out far his town because the conditions and the gossips about his habits and his family were inhumans and heartless.

He had lived an endless night with that insatiable women. They had been talking for hours in that writer meeting and she showed him her knowledge about that distant writer. He didn't think about other question when she liked read some special hidden pages in the Leopold' book.

This morning, he had seen the dancer's face in that solitary boy. He asked the driver to stop, he descended and  there, he understood some things about the woman, but that child, why he was near her?, It would be the dance?, why that solitary blond fair-haired young looked for that chestnut woman?

Siberian

It hasn't been easy to write in the street. The cold weather hasn't helped us. I was sure about that wonderful decision. They read some pages of the book "white gold" when the wretched slaves came back to London and our citizens would understand that the power: King and ministrers used this men no because they were frees, only because these powerful men could show themselves as our liberators and our actions:

I was moved about their lives in Mecknes, other men and women?

- They always liked to show the King and Queen; they lived in a quiet and free country..

- They salesman and bugglars had a good opportunity to obtain money

- The nationalist people felt that they country was the most powerful in the World

- Sigles thought that would be their time to look for a eternal love or, at least, an eternal night.

- Parents looked forward theirs childrens in the middle of dark dangers

- The murderer tried to develop his unbalanced mind with a weak being

- The religious power reaffirm it faith and also it Machiavellian influence, and me?

- The "honest" men or women beat some isolated protest. These honest men, so just and so patriotic.

Now, after finishing this letter, where are I?

     - my legs and arms was freezing in that Siberian place, I was alone and their humanitarian heart took me and they gave me to return near the sea.

Now, I'm seeing the horizon and I heard the waves and the World is so wonderful; sometimes I'm listening to some sad songs but they told me beautiful ideas about the waves of live and mermaids. Then, I sleep another time. They say to me that eveythings are ok; ...and me, quiet but a bit tear slice in my face

Has dado un buen golpe

Si, bueno, me lo merecía, había mirado bien la hierba alta, la caída y también ahora conozco mejor la potencia de mis golpes, tengo entrenadores, alguno diría sociólogos que saben muy bien como puedo calcular mi fuerza.

- Entonces vas a seguir en este deporte.
- Por supuesto, ver ese verde tan ideal, me convierte en un prototipo de ecologista y luego, golpear, golpear, es maravilloso; tu golpeas, la bola, masa viscosa, siempre recibe
- Egregia persona usted, adalid de mis crispines de juventud.
- Bueno es fácil, pronto me dí cuenta que yo estaba aquí para golpear y "mis" campos son tan bellos.
- Si, pero que hasta las cuestas y las briznas puedas controlar....
- A las últimas se las da unas gotas, que nunca cuestan o pagan otros y se quedan tan contentas y a las cuestas, a las cuestas.....; siempre encuentras a alguien que las necesite subir para sus altos vuelos y sólo es cuestión de montarse en sus lomos. Al final, le das el alimento que has tomado de los demás y ya siempre será fiel tuyo y yo?, pues en la cresta, joder.
- Uff, ¡que dices! tan fina,
- No seas tu también un hijo de la Gran Bretaña, que tanto amo
- ???
- Bueno, así, sí, silencio y los dos tenemos camino

She wrote a new history

I was waiting her return, I had been dreaming for long time about her body and her kiss but she loved so much that place, Itaca, it was so beautiful. For a moment I thought, if I should return to Itaca; but, now, I had started other target, other wonderful target, and here, I needed her, but she would decide; that island was wonderful but my head rebelled when I feel that she'd had obtained her last Itaca. I also loved Lluis Llach and his songs but now, I had a new horizon, I had always dreamed with her but if not?

She would looked at new Cyclopes in her ownt island, so different that Cyclope of that horrific island where that stupid  being tried to eat them.

 She was thinking about those crazy owners and also slaves who had lost all their own identity.
Now, there, it was a quiet place, but only for this moment, they stranger men looked for to dominate us more and more. Now, she liked the nice horizon where she dreamed her old life; but sometimes, new experiences showed her this reality. I would like to sail it with her because she drive the rudder with hard arm but.....

I could wait her decision for one day, later, I'd dreamed all my life with those endless nights; after, I'd be drawing her small colours, her graceful steps, but, now, everythings would be difficults, but neccesary