lunes, 28 de octubre de 2013

Anything else but thoughts...

(Put the video on at the end of this writing while you are reading... it is an stimulating soundtrack )

Have you ever asked to yourself what is life about? Where are you going to? How can you move on every time you falled? What is the purpose which keep you at? I wonder if people is preoccupied with that as much as I do.

Taking into account that we have to die some day in the future, we should choose two ways of thinking. We have the possibility to be depressed humans who only stare at Death’s eyes, not enjoying, not crying, just looking at it. Or maybe we could take a peek every moment in life, seize the day, live in a terrible bliss.

Every way you took, the idea is finding the depth of the instant and fulfilling yourself. Joaquín Sabina, Kurt Cobain, Leonard Cohen… Almost great writers and artists try to express this bunch of infuriating feelings without control or sense.

Personally, I strongly believe that life is short, and particular, and extremely amazing. I defend the dream that you must squeeze the juice out of each decision, of each opportunity. Do not be afraid of being rebellious, fight against anything you consider unfair, have courage to be yourself. Actually, no one else would do for you.

Wake up in the morning like this was just your present; act as if the happiness were in your face and body. Gaze at the world with no fear, saunter through your path until the end of your days. 


I would like to give you a desperate song about a man who did not know how to find himself. The original version was written by David Bowie, but I prefer Nirvana, because of the sound of his voice. I hope you enjoy as much as I do…

martes, 22 de octubre de 2013

A Fairy Tale...


Once upon a time, a very beautiful girl, with a very beautiful long hair, beautiful blue eyes, beautiful heart, beautiful soul met a very ugly boy, with a very ugly nose, an ugly personality and ugly manners. They looked each other with curious and fear. Both of them had lived terrible lifes, with a cruel family and a lot of problems with the world. However, she was an optimistic person, who decided once to put up a brave front. He was a pessimistic, he was into the dark. 

Hour by hour, day by day, they were making known each other and they got a real friendship. They played a lot, sharing every thougt, every secret, everything. After that, they obviously falled in love with.

Girl's family did not wish a marriage because he was an ugly man. Boy's family did not accept her into them, because she was so poor that she could not bring anything to their new life. 

One day, after a lot of fights and crying jags, the boy asked to the girl's mother why did she not like him. She said: "You are so ugly that my grands will be horrible. My family is so beautiful... I can not stand it!".  "This is no problem," answered the boy, "We would not like to be parents."

The girl asked then "Why can I not get married with him? I am a pretty girl."

Boy's family replied that she was so poor that she could not help to her husband to feed a new family. So she started to laugh until she cried. "But what's up if we are only two and my love boy has a good work! We will be allrigth!," she shouted. 

With no conviction, both families consented with the union and they got married in summer. 

Because when love is in the middle of two crazies' anybody can stop it. In fact, love is the power of life, the power of heart, the maximun power in the world. If you feel a real love, anybody can stop you. 

In the end of their days, they will have had three daughters and two sons. Surprisingly, they will have been very happy, the children will have been no handsome, no ugly. They will have been normal. They will have no needed money or help from their families. Fortunately, life is the consequence of our thoughts and our actions, and this both knew how to do it well. 

Sincerely, you should strongly believe that you are able to get anything you wanted, if is a real wish.

And this... is the end of a fairy tale, so real than a real situation; so happy as you wanted to do it.


lunes, 14 de octubre de 2013

Who am I?


After taking a look at the interesting reading about travellers and tourists written by Kerrin Rousset, I realized that it is so hard being between both terms. My last opinion was the next one:

"The main idea is that, in spite of tourist is a quick, luxury, coward (in order to escape) taker of photographs who seems not to enjoy but see the most part of places that he could, and the traveller is the romantic discover of a deep sense of the area he is visiting, both of terms are equals. No matter who you are or what your name is, but how you enjoy yorself with the country where you are."

However, I have a new doubt about my own reasons. Who am I? Next wednesday I will be flying to Liverpool as a... I don't really know: a tourist or a traveller. So, how could I describe to myself?

I would like to be a traveller. I want to be just one person among the crowd of people over there. Discovering magical places, listening alive concerts, improvising things to do... I dream with exciting experiences there and make some photos which have never made before.


Nevertheless, we should be realistics. I have only four days to stay there. I haven't been yet. Don't you think I will try to visit the more I could in a few days? Even Manchester whether I have the oportunity? Therefore, I 'll probably be a tourist. I'm going to see the main things I should do, and drink how much beer I can afford. And that's it, folks. But I promise that, even without backpack, I will be no suffering there. So... Beatles..., there we go!