HIPPOPOTAMUS

I was washing me in the river when a hippopotamus arrived near me and asked me: will we have a good weather for the next months?.

 It would be my bigger surprise in my life, if two minutes later, a snake asked me about the hippopotamus neck, If I knew the best solution to strange it. This animal, the snake, told me that the meat of that animal helped all his huge family, (the young snakes had lost their parents in these recent crisis). My family always indicated me that this animal  was a liar and never was happy with his possessions.

I didn’t know my answer; after some minutes I explained it that the hippopotamus was a heavy animal, it was very difficult that he could displace but when he began, then he didn’t stop and also was dangerous with their weigh .

I didn’t know if the snake understood  but she come out and maybe she looked for a easy prey

The origin

That English that I liked learning

My mistake language opened the bigger economic crisis in the World. It won’t be for us easy to believe, more if I write about its explanations, which before were written in the bestseller books in the last time.

 I hadn’t also studied in a hard high school and my level wasn’t the best, then you can finish reading in this moment.

 I was near that nice hotel, waiting a girl, she had promised me to teach me. That time, I need believe to someone and she was so clever and amusing that I cannot suppose the next circumstances: She warned me that our meeting point would be in front a small garden, but when I went to it; I discovered that strange hotel where Eva had sang for some time with her wonderful voice; I had liked and dreamt singing her lyric in front that tiny door that I had so many times take pictures.

A girl goes part faster than my eyes because I couldn’t see her very well. I knew, with my third eye, that she had seen me.

When I arrived to the small garden, I discovered that she was the same that I had finished to see and when I saw her face, I recognize that she wasn’t happy because I had arrived later and also because I hadn’t followed her instructions.

 She asked me about my photograph camera and she liked see the pictures; as soon as she liked erase its, I acted faster than ever. I loved Eva.

She, then, moved away forever and also she said to me that my English language would be bad forever. I didn’t believe in that time, after I have discovered that it is true. I began to watch every picture and step by step I understood better the origin of our problems

The door was very clean and we could watch people behind me. The first vision was incredible. It was a foreigner first minister with a pretty woman. She liked everything that she hadn’t before known, and that man was terrified but also astonished with the different skills that that night he had practiced then he prepared a new building near his house, she should live there and also his government ministers because they discovered that not only and woman but all women in that country knew the exciting skills.

When their citizens saw those lives, they thought that, maybe, he would have the same opportunity if they worked hard in those houses and all country started to analyze their nice new future, they would have jewelry, cars and new houses every five years.

My bad English had helped me to know the origin of our crisis. I found out another situation that explained me these times.

Other day, I returned to that sibylline door; inside this language was wonderful and I cannot live without it, but I hadn’t her forgiveness and yes! And I should try to decode the door’s message. There, that banker was there, she was a clever and nice woman but around her, two men lost their heads and had bought the different grounds in some countries to speculate and built the different apartments, but she didn’t believe their good ideas and then they had started to go around other friend women of that distant being that she never heard them. They needed walking slowly but without stopping. How many people in that country had felt that bad action? I don’t know but now they are slaves, before another had had the same situation and one day…!

If I hadn't liked learning English language, everything would be ok and we would be happy, Sorry!

¡Qué frío! ¿no?

Están dando leches por todos lados, ¿o no?
y miramos si algo hemos notado, ¿es frío?
rasgamos nuestras vestiduras, ¿arrepentidos?
fuimos aducidos ¿por bancos manirrotos?

Desesperados cantamos ¿exorcizamos patrones?
Luces y textos ¿escondidos tras límpidas palabras?
ponemos intérpretes ¿a trasplantes de otras épocas?
Inteligencia práctica ¿no entiendes de recepciones?

Vidas trabadas ¿oiréis los pasos oscuros al apoyo?
Sigue la pixelada foto ¿entregarán las llaves a la luz?
Viajan compromisos ¿abrirán puentes ante cortados?
Simas a realidad ¿evitaremos con sendas, cruel talud?

Besamos días ¿pasión para una entrega reconocida?
Suspiramos tiempos ¿labraron los surcos del hoy?
Aspiramos olores ¿quitaremos químicas ponzoñosas?
Proclamamos caminos ¿dejaremos caminos tahúres?

Carnaval

Esa máscara, ¡cómo me gusta!, me da tantos réditos. Antes saltaba, y iba superando los obstáculos sin problemas de tal manera que me acercaba a mi objetivo, sin perder para nada los alimentos que me hacían seguir para adelante, ¡eso si que es alimento!, nunca me fallan; el soporte de estos productos, haría entre los humanos el efecto que los enfervorecidos y desquiciados crédulos hacen cuando creen que tienen que seguir una idea, aunque una vez digan una cosa de forma imperativa y otra vez, digan lo contrario, con la misma rotundidad y firmeza.

Ahora ya he llegado, feliz en mi asofado viaje

Por lo tanto, he pensado que ahora no quiero más obstáculos, quitados estos y seguido ciegamente me dispongo a hacer lo que me da la gana. ¿Qué os parece?

Por lo pronto, voy a convertir en realidad a unos guiñoles,  me vestiré marcial mente, para eso hablaré con vendedores de esas trajeadas ideas, le pediré que en ese momento no venda más (je, je) y como ser supremo le enviaré al frente de toda mi artillería pesada, para salvarnos de estos terribles seres, incluso como apoyo le enviaré a seres etéreos y necesitados de cariño, que cabecitas locas a veces entre la familia,  para que sean tenidos como gloriosos luchadores de honores guiñolizados. ¡Qué esplendorosa llanura!. No habrá nadie que pueda cuestionar mis buenas intenciones.

Luego, me desharé por un momento de mi porte y cual haragán iré a pedir a los poderosos y para sentirme también yo como ellos, las migajas las esparciré entre seres que son felices, en su hambruna con lo que se les va dando. Comerán de mi mano, pero cada vez, les iré quitando alimento. Les veo cada vez más coloradotes y satisfechos de si mismos. ¿Igualarse con un chupóctero?, jamás; nos hemos juntado unos cuantos de los míos y ya tenemos la estrategia; en nombre, de la buena alimentación, les reduciremos aportes a su dieta. Seguro que luego, cuando les demos un poquito más, exhaustos, nos verán como salvadores y caerán rendidos: Animalitos, ya nunca volverán a ser lo mismo y sin embargo tan agradecidos!.

En fin, tengo trajes para todos, les cuento. El maravilloso puesto de caddie, ¿quien se negará a llevarme los palos?. Les ofrezco mi cariño, mi amor e incluso si me asesora bien, y soy un golf ista de clase, entre los míos, le haré creer que es parte de mi panda; además podrá estudiar, con lo que le vaya dando. No me preocupa, un haragán, me han dicho, ya se ha encargado de ponerle los límites, ¡iluso!.

Y, bueno, tengo para todos..., pero ahora eso sí, ya siempre en el llano, ¡cuidadito!

A room

It had been a dangerous and awful situation, now the camera has came in the room, in the first time it has stopped to show us a general view, later another camera shows us an aerial view;, beds have been destroyed by the burglars, they might looked for that picture where their boss was killings a liar  politician. The clothes on the bottom dye a dark atmosphere, some shoes have been broken and we can know its privates, then, these sounds and movements that we cannot find out explanation when we were walking and feeling strange and gloomy songs and situations are solved. We also can show the open and spoil coats that have lost it powerful against the wind and rain. A small hill of book is in the right place. The covers have been opened with the surgeon’s patience. That man hidden important pictures about his life but had the burglars discovered their picture?

I try to imagine this room five minutes before. Three burglars come in the scene, in the first time, they work carefully for five hours but they don’t find out anything then when everything is opened their nerve are broken; they know the boss’ reaction, and then their gestures and actions develop waves of activities and finally this is the situation that we can watch when the camera has came in.

Three hours before, when they had control, the destruction was systematic but effective; everything was scanned and later, straightens up around the different tables and beds. Anything could be used the next time, but the police would know that that work was a professional job, then the second part of their actions would be show the destruction of a giant wave where the bed would be on the dress, the clothes in the middle of a nice broken mirror.  The sheets which had been dismembered had lost its letters that, now, are lies with clothes, armchairs and shoes. Could someone read the message?

 Maybe our child knows something about the picture

A French Saturday

 Today, I’ve bought my new magician cloak. If I must to go abroad it is absolutely important that I dress nice clothes, it is this time, and it will be easy to introduce us in society.

Then, I’ve decided to go out my first travelling to France. Before, I loved this country and it language, so interesting, so wonderful (now I’ve sold my soul to a strange and inhuman language, English, but I’d have to change because step by step I’m loving it, am not I inhuman being?

France also is a good country to wash our problems. They play with our pride and we love bulls, then we come in straight to the cape.  Ten they laugh with our sportsmen and now, with our politician to do politics with some puppet theater. That is our seriousness!

 My cape is absolutely yellow and red; I’m my responsibility to open those windows because they need receive our proper air and funny feelings that we translate around the world.

I’m not sure to go around other countries, maybe I will be tired. Maybe I should to go out also to a country where it famous and prestigious newspaper writes about our justice that will be because they are bad people in our country that explains a different point of view of government (don’t forget, they fight against dangerous public enemies, puppet theater  .

If some people think about the inconsequent justice that failure against a judicial person who was backed from other judicial statements then where is the failure?

A court who sentences only a man and forgot other judges with the same decision or these men that drive the justice to catch a situation of banditry and exhausted public resource.

I know, I know, I know, you wouldn't repeat so many times the same questions. It is easy understand that the most important is our country. I will do, I will do always. A years ago, it was me that repeat this statement and you looked liked to see other places. Now, we're laugh, I'm happy, because we never walking alone (but, why the last years, yes), Ok, ok, it is not necessary have so many questions, I know, I know

Definitively I believe that I should go out to explain our wonderful country around the world, but the first stop will be in France, with our very big problems: bad puppet theater

Hoy hace 22 años, también hoy en la India se camina

Nelson Mandela, tata Madiba, oyó que podía salir de la cárcel tras 27 años. Me he acercado a él de algunas formas; la forma más bella fue a través del libro de John Carlin, me enseño como pudiendo salir como perdedor, actuó para que tanto él como su captores, tan inhumanos, pudieran sentirse ganadores. Él ganó, amando la vida, que sólo podía ser un poco más bella, pudiendo haber paz entre bandos cruelmente enfrentados e incluso por momentos, azuzados por los intereses de poderosos que se aprovechan de intereses próximos y alimenticios y que tanto nos cuesta ver, por los ojos dirigidos a los objetivos marcados.

Y de paso, me clava la gran espina de ser sólo un pagador, cuando también este sábado, "A vivir que son dos días" se traslada hasta Anantapur para apoyar la labor que hace la Fundación Vicente Ferrer en la India. Hospitales, colegios, aprender a ganarse la vida y estar organizados para enfrentarse a la dureza de una país tradicional pobre, aunque como siempre debiéramos visualizar que una minoría se hace siempre con la riqueza y por tanto con el control del país.

Tuve apadrinada hasta hace tres años a Malleswaramma, me escribía y le respondí muy pocas veces y muy rápido. Un año, me avisó que se casaba, deseo que todo le vaya bien. Ahora apadrino a otra niña, pero aún estoy más lejos de ella y su familia. He dejado fiada a esta institución la gestión de mi pequeña aportación, en ese sentido no tengo problema, pero mi dinero, sin corazón, ayudará pero no transmitirá lo que siento hacía las personas que tienen que salir adelante tanto en aquel país, como aquí, los chicos rodeados estos de demasiadas cosas y sobre sin la consciencia de valor que le rodean, por el sacrificio que hacen sus mayores para salvarlos de tener la consciencia de la dureza de los caminos a recorrer.

Vicente Ferrer y Madiba, navegué con este en un barco donde sentía la debilidad de su casco ante las marejadas que se sucedían. Ahora como un Robinson, les contemplo y les necesito para sentir este mundo más humano. Y aunque lejos de ambos países, me mecen sus sonidos para no aceptar el conformismo con lo delimitado por los poderes y ser como ellos explorador de las propias vivencias que busquen cambiar los interesados faros, demasiado, alimentados por interesados.

Madiba y Vicente, the thimes are a changing, in those years and now we have to think about new possibilities to not accept their names