June 30 2 008
The Internet friends …: What sound?
Beings who do not meet, but who give love,
that offer to us company,
that pay attention to us,
that speak to us from inside,
of the same heart …
The Internet friends,
of the solitude or the lack of affection,
those who give us its fondness,
across a monitor, to Read more …»
June 28 2 008
Greetings to all.
I have fallen down in this blog pushed by a friend together, really that's why they say that behind a man who always advances there is a woman who pushes …: or was not it like that?.
Before turning into victims of my company, and what is worse, of my kaleidoscopic way of seeing the life, I have thrown a glance to some of your articles and comments and have to say that I am pleased with what I have read. And a drop of this sea of ideas is what has made me fall down in the temptation of losing my virginity here. I admit that I am going to begin with something that moves away much of my habitual style, but one has always to be ready to grow without course not to lose the aptitude to surprise and, what it is more important, to be surprised.
June 21 2 008
Along the life there is multitude of questions that crowd in the mind looking for answer. Who are we? Where from do we come? Adónde do we go? Are we alone in the galaxy or left? And if one exists further away? And if there is reincarnation? These questions Entire Catastrophe was raising them, and evidently, they continue with the doubt, since they still continue with the song doing skittles for Spain. ¿Adónde vamos? ¿Estamos solos en la galaxia o abandonados? ¿Y si existe un más allá? ¿Y si hay reencarnación? Estas cuestiones se las planteaba Siniestro Total, y por lo visto, siguen con la duda, ya que aún siguen con la canción haciendo bolos por España.
I do not refer to the essential and transcendent questions that each one asks to himself, but to these questions of every day, to the daily ones. Questions that for less have me in one without living. There a few interrogations go:
June 18 2 008
Not if one day you have stopped to meditate the night …
… the night sky. Yes, it is sure that you have done it. All we have remained bewitched one day by the Moon or during one night without her, where the stars claim its leading role and shine haughty on the dark immensity like diamonds on black velvet. I remember one night especially, remember it very magic, it had approximately 16 years and we were ourselves a few friends to a concentration of frikies, (today it would call her itself like that, age of that time of hung). It is supposed that we were going to attend a sighting UFO; it had mounted it a radio program that was called “spread in target” and it was there up to Jiménez of the Bear. To read more …» Recuerdo una noche en especial, la recuerdo muy mágica, tenía unos 16 años y nos fuimos unos cuantos amigos a una concentración de frikies, (hoy se la llamaría así, entonces era de colgados). Se supone que íbamos a presenciar un avistamiento OVNI; lo había montado un programa radiofónico que se llamaba “espacio en blanco”y estaba allí hasta Jiménez del Oso. Leer mas … »
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