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We are of celebrations if you did not remember it. If, already I know it, the time happens rapidly, and escapes from us like the sand between the fingers. We want to detain it, but it accelerates and flees. It does not matter. I am worried neither by the fleetingness of the time, nor the climate change, nor the cause of the disappearance of the dinosaurs, not if Madrid gains the league or goes down to second, if it will continue the crisis, if it gains Zp again or does short duets with Rajoy … Da lo mismo. No me preocupa ni la fugacidad del tiempo, ni el cambio climático, ni la causa de la desaparición de los dinosaurios, ni si el Madrid gana la liga o baja a segunda, si continuará la crisis, si vuelve a ganar Zp o hace duetos con Rajoy…

Only it is you who matter; everything else is accidental.

They have spent many months from the day in which we met, and everything continues to Read more …»

1/22/2009

Long ago a teacher taught me that the best way of reflecting before a problem is to raise it to alone before the wall. To alone without much ado. You, the wall and between averages the problems. Perhaps be a form much minimalista of focusing the day day, but it works, and also without making the wall dirty with so many bile that to one him is born before certain situations. Tal vez sea una forma muy minimalista de enfocar el día día, pero funciona, y además sin ensuciar la pared con tanta bilis que a una le nace ante determinadas situaciones.

I look at the wall of this hotel, of an any hotel, of any city, of any country, of any of my worlds. The retina is flooded with the dyeing of the Venetian stucco that impregnates it. I think. To read more …» Leer mas … »

It arose in the night of the times: will there be anybody in the world that knows its finished history?

It was used and it it keeps on being with splendid results in the majority of public wash-basins and, nevertheless, there is a place where it still refuses to enter, a place of that the majority we feel prides (it is taught to the visits), a place which we enjoy in most of our hearths, a place where we can feel really alone, accompanied perhaps by a good book. A place where to look and to be admired of one himself, where to give a moment to the melancholy observing in one himself the passage of time, a place definitely designed for the meditation and the relaxation.

The house bath. To read more …»

Or almost all those who meet me, my love to the sleeve is quite known to all. If we accompany a good song to this, this nice animation goes out for us.

And as always … That the night it does not confuse you.