Helena y Pete

It could be a nice relationship between two persons but it was only a hate's relationship. He told about the Salem's witches and his love about that strange woman. She had found out the opportunity to increase her level in that stupid society that she hated and utilized.

Her right way couldn't stop when that dreamy young sang her, his sweet and old-fashioned songs. Anything stopped her pleasure above them. Her body seethed furiouly that cold night in the mountain or that other spring-like dusk or that summer, on the sand less hot than her feelings. But she had understood that was only small times and she would rather her powerful image.

Peter knew a lot, she looked for subordinated beings. If it was necessary, he would go to the jail, althought her body cry out for a special night

Time after time

word and feelings dance around my darkness
voices and lives look for hidden rows
walking slowly and listening to new songs
you only have your slips and discoveries

Opened doors and windows, flutter birds
Sunny and wet countryside, raise red and black
emerging and iron river, sliping over big stones
sought and loved time, running my new roads

I love you

This day is finishing after a crazy wake up, it has been a hard work and my friends and civil servants are in the street; I haven't been able to go: I have finissed my job very tired and later, my English course take my attention,

I'm working far away but I live with them and I need their help and knowledge.

Sometimes, I would like answer stupid words and ideas that our new goverments talk us. I've discovered that the most important thing:, it would be to know our situation and position. I'm worker and I will be always. I'm happy because I know my possibilities and try to not leave my life in other hands or in strange dream that I cannot drive.

Yesterday, when I looked for a topic to write. I thought about two similar situations: Our European Community or first World and on the other hand, Deustchland, eighty years ago. Those days, people dreamt to be the most powerful country. Everyone had a good life, a good house or good family; only they had a problem: they need other countries and other people to obtain easy and cheap human and material resources. Finally, you know, Deustchland people were discovering that that was a nightmare and it would be impossible going out.

Eighty years later, another crazy and insatiable men have told us about the globalisation and our happines that wouldn't have to have horizon. The first steps were wonderful and our lives have changed. Other countries were paying our bills and these countries also help us wiht their human resources.

Step by step, we're discovering that we will have to pay our own debts.

Those days, crazy and coward boss, someone, flee, anothers kill themselves but a lot of are in the middle our life. Now, it isn't polite organize a big war but they don't like killing themselves then they and their henchman want to subordinate us.

Dreaming bussiness and control: lives, gods

We dream "True colors" and her voice. She always lives with us

Public schools, sign up

I was waiting a letter the last time and finally, it arrived yesterday. She had written a nice book the last year and I was thinking if I had the opportunity to discover her dark feelings that I had supposed another times. She wrote me nice and new projects about our future but she didn’t speak about our child that was studying in a private school and was taking public resource although she and I knew that other people hadn’t the possibilities to study there. Our child shouldn’t obtain some privileges with the help of others. If you prefer this private school, we should pay all taxes; I had said to her the last time that had had time to speak about him. She spoke as if she had understood the situation, later; she would rather obtain a bit benefit that the private school had with public resource.

If we would like to performance our child as if he was a good citizen, our first actions with him, should be the same. Another time, our life wasn’t real and the society looked for guilty politicians.

It would be impossible to understand it

If a man was coming in your house and he explains to you a bad situation about a far off country; your family can be very polite but they would return with their homeworks althought they will look at you with friendly face. Now, when I write English words, maybe someone will read it, and anybody will indicated me my bad mistakes but if some day, I return to reread my last English topics, maybe I will look for the most hidden country where anyone can go with the English grammar and dictionary to explain me the hard attack against the James Joyce, Dylan and anothers' language.

I only promise that I've tried to discover every mistake to improve my English with its. The last big mistake was discovered yesterday when I've read an e-mail that I couldn't understand. Sometimes, it is important to practise: When you cannot say some important, it is most important, the silence.

It will be

If you would like

That the work and free time, was blue
you'd dream to listen to "water is wide"
and you'd try to fly with that angel's voice
Eva Cassidy and Itaca, for our life

Hard ways to run, crazy rows to discover
slippery words, skate towards dreams
sweat and tears to be, in the end, open mind
self-interesteds, in dark cave, read an write

I would be our time if we lost gold chains
we walk to not run behind slighty sparkle
in the horizon, she sings us, another time

el modelo, la modelo

Se acerca por una avenida, lleno de oro
Abren puertas a la muerte, llega el platino
Taladran fotos de familia, postrados al dios
me adorarán por darles migajas de sueños

Inútil más insaciable de horopeles, sin moral acato
Vacua mas en grandes escenarios, sigo al oro guia
 Perversa danzan alzada en botines, ofrezco mirra
Conseguí la sumisión, me eternizo por necesitados

No daré cultura, conocimiento, búsqueda
en sus terrenos, sembraré huertos de dinero,
recogeré su rendida voluntad, intermediaría
manejo, no creé, ni a ello ayudé, sólo recolecto