My diary

Smoke, Clouds and Lights

2009-02-09T00:01:00.002Z

It was a grey Monday. The previous night, the storm had been throwing lightnings and rain. Although the tempest had ended, the sky above the city was fully covered by dark clouds. The sun tried to shine, but its light hardly illuminated the highest buildings.

She woke up very early in the morning, took a shower, got dressed and had breakfast. She look fleetingly through the window. Out was the utter darkness. The next step was to leave home. She got into her car, started it, lighted a cigarette and turned on the radio. She drove into the heart of the big town. Few people were on the streets. The new day seemed still in bed.

On the radio, the speaker was interviewing a famous doctor, whom speciality was lunge cancer. He repeated one time and another, the two mantras to avoid an early death: "Do some weekly exercise" and "smoking is forbidden."

Just after hearing that, she preferred to change the dial. The second cigarette blazed on her left hand.

"I´m going to continue smoking, I don´t want to give up." - Thought instinctively.

She knew that it was damaging her. Despite it, she preferred the little pleasure of her routine cigarettes.

That day, she felt in a extraordinary good mood. She didn´t want to change it because a bad chosen radio programme. She was looking for energetic music, she wanted to sing. She had slept the whole night without awakening. She felt full of energy.

After eight hours of work, and a few more cigarettes, she remained in the same good mood. She might go to buy some stuff to the supermarket, and then she would pick a film from the video club. She had planned to get asleep at the sofa, with her favourite blanket on her feet.

While she was doing her mental plans, in her way to the car, she looked for the packet of cigarettes. She found no one inside, and felt the urge of buying a new one. She knew that there was a nearby bar where she could get another. But, all had been sold previously.

She was starting to get angry. "ok, I´ll get tobacco at the supermarket, I can wait ten minutes", she thought. She arrived at there, quickly parked the car and run upstairs.

By a misterious conspiracy, there was no single cigar. As the manager explained her, direction decided stop selling tobacco. The company now followed a non-smoke and friendly area policy, and they didn´t want to provide youngsters access to cheap tobacco..

Friendly with whom??? She argued. Why don´t you stop selling alcohol too? She couldn´t understand it. Why in the hell today seemed impossible to get a cigarette?

She was so desperate that she didn´t stay to do the weekly shopping. She got into her car, more and more angry as the time without smoking passed by. She sat down and tried to think: Where would be possible to get it?

"Maybe at the petrol station...? No, it was already closed. Or at the 24-hour-shop? Yes!

She got there in ten minutes. And there was tobacco available! After paying it, her mood changed. When she got out of the shop, teardrops started to fall from the grey heaven. So she decided to take a walk round the block. She loved to walk under the rain, with his yellow umbrella on her left hand. The smell of wet ground, and few people at the street. She lighted a cigarette and got into her car.

She felt herself totally relaxed, and thought: "I will consider giving up smoking... next year."

Musical meme [Song]

2008-11-05T14:30:00.006Z

A musical meme has arrived to the redaction, throught "Lies, damned lies, and statistics" blog. The theme is supposed to be "the song of your life". Therefore, a song have been chosed. It is not the only one with that distinction, but one of that songs you cannot stop hearing.

Before leaving you with the song, I pass the meme to everyone who wants to continue it.

No one ever thought this one would survive
Helpless child, gonna walk a drum beat behind
Lock you in a dream, never let you go
Never let you laugh or smile, not you.

Chorus:
Well, I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart
I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart.

Making friends with a homeless torn up man
He just kind of smiles, it really shakes me up.
There's danger on every corner but I'm okay
Walking down the street trying to forget yesterday.

[Chorus]
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart ... yeah!

You know that life really takes its toll
And a poet's gut reaction is to search his very soul
So much damn confusion before my eyes,
But nothing seems to phase me and this one still survives.

I just want to walk right out of this world,
'Cause everybody has a poison heart. [x3]
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart.
a poison heart, a poison heart, a poison heart.

The Ramones - Poison Heart

The Legend (II)

2008-10-02T01:05:00.000+01:00

(This is second part of a tale. If you hadn´t read the first one, I encourage you to read it first.)

They gave him that bread. After eating it, he told them: "You are the only one who have helped me, so I advice you to leave the village, because a tragedy is going to happen here."

When the two women had left that place, the pilgrim took his staff and drove it into the ground, saying:

"Where this crooks stands, a river will grow"

Out of the blue, a stream of water started to flow. The pilgrim went away, and the stream mutated into a river. The water quickly covered the whole village. There were no survivors.

After telling us that, the granny added:

The nights with a full moon, the church´s bell can be still heared. Nowadays, the only thing that remains from that day is the lake.

We thanked her for telling us the whole legend. After then, whenever I go back to the lake, and there is a full moon, I try to hear the bell.

The Sanabria Lake Chronicles, Chapter II.

[Song] Happy birthday

2008-07-29T16:40:00.002+01:00

Please accept my apologies, wonder what would have been
would you have been a little angel? or an angel of sin?
tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys?
or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes?
I paid for the murder before they had determined the sex
choosing our life over your life meant your death
and you never got a chance to even open your eyes
sometimes I wonder as a fetus if you fought for your life?
Would you have been a little genius, in love with math?
Would you have played in your school clothes and made me mad?
would you have been a little rapper like your poppa the piper?
would you have made me quit smoking by finding one of my lighters?
I wonder about your skintone and shape of your nose
and the way you would have laughed and talked fast or slow
I think about it every year, so I picked up a pen
Happy birthday, I love you whoever you would have been

Happy birthday
What I thought was a dream
make a wish
was as real as it seemed
[x 2]

I made a mistake

I got a million excuses, as to why you died
and other people got their own reasons for homocide
who's to say it would have worked
and who's to say it wouldn't have
I was young and struggling, but old enough to be a dad
the fear of being my father has never disappeared
I ponder it frequently while I'm sipping on my beer
my vision of a family was artificial and fake
so when it came time to create I made a mistake
now you got a little brother, maybe it's really you
maybe you really forgave us knowing we was confused
maybe, every time that he smiles
it's you proudly knowing that your father is doing the right thing now
I never tell a woman what to do with her body
but if she don't love children then we can't party
I think about it every year so I picked up a pen
Happy birthday, I love you whoever you would have been

Happy birthday
What I thought was a dream
make a wish
was as real as it seemed
[x 2]

I made a mistake

from the heavens to the womb
to the heavens again
from the ending to the ending
never got to begin
maybe one day we can meet face to face
in a place without time and space
happy birthday
[x 2]

Happy birthday
What I thought was a dream
make a wish
was as real as it seemed
[x 2]

I made a mistake

Flipsyde - Happy birthday

Nice weekend in Anaga

2008-06-18T21:09:00.001+01:00

Some weeks had passed by since I was looking through that window.

We were a group of twenty people in the "Albergue Montes de Anaga". This hostel in the Canary Island, in Tenerife, on the old mountain mass of Anaga, on the northeast. It is very cheap, only 14€ a night, but you should book it previously. On weekends tends to be full.

Speaking about the building, I have to say that it seems to have been recently built. It is made of concrete and some parts are covered with wooden boards. It has a new atmosphere.

There are two main parts: The lower floor, where we can eat, play chess, watch tv or give a speech in the "conference room". Here is also an enormous kitchen, which is possible to use to cook ourselves, as we did. The best of this part is that it is "open to the landscape". Large windows allow the light to enter inside, and next to them, a great terrace invites us to go out and to take some photos from there.

On the upper floor are the bedrooms and bathrooms. I was in a four-bed bedroom. Well, it has two bunk beds, as usual in this kind of place to make the most of the space available.

This hostel also offers us the posibility of renting bikes, but I recommend you walking. There are lots of marvellous paths in the area, where you can see the "laurisilva" forest.

It is likely to find fog and clouds in Anaga, althought on the the rest of the island the sun is shinning. So don´t forget to carry your warm clothes. Only a T-shirt and shorts could cost you a cold or even worst!

The saturday afternoom, we did some trekking in the "Pijaral" area, where a special permission is needed to go. There, the green becomes the main color. Trees surround you, and the floor is covered with ferns.

That night, we recovered forces at dinner by eating delicious spaghettis, prepared by some of us.
After that, the eurovision contest and "models show" made us laugh a lot.

On sunday, we did a memorable barbecue to leave a good taste before coming back to the civilization. I´m looking forward to come back! Thank you to everybody, specially to the people who organized it.

Icities

2008-05-12T18:25:00.003+01:00

This weekend, I´ve been busier than usually.

I have attended to the "Icities". It has been the first congress about blogs, e-government and digital participation in Candelaria, a town located on Tenerife island, Spain

Three days meeting people, hearing the "tops", learning the how-to about videoblogs and doing tv-interviews.

But I think that it has been worthy. I want to thank everybody who has been working on it, because they made a great effort.

See you next year!

Realejos´ Fireworks

2008-05-09T00:20:00.005+01:00

Last Saturday, I went to watch the fireworks at "Los Realejos", a Tenerife village. A friend had previously told me that they were great, that they were on the top of the european chart.

These fireworks use to have two parts: And each of them belongs to a neighbourhood of the city. The origin comes from the rivalry between the rich and the poor people of the streets of "El Medio" and "El Sol", while the ~~virgin~~ cross was in the procession. They wanted to hit the others, as some kind of fire and light war. As the years passed by, the fireworks have grown more and more, and what was only a local event, nowadays atracts people of the whole island.

Many have claimed that to spend such an amount of money in that is totally useless, simmilar to burning notes. And, at first, it seemed to me too.
But when I knew that the cost is totally supported by anonymous people and not by the city hall, I changed my mind. In that case, I only have to be grateful for their effort.

They were simply amazing. They had a wide range of endless fireworks, of every color and size. After 45 minutes, my neck hurted: It was difficult to stand looking at the sky! :)

My only regret is related with the second part. It lasted too much time to start, more that half an hour. Maybe they had some kind of problem. In fact, what you can appreciate on the photo was taken when we were planning to leave the village, and, out of the blue, the last part began.

[Song] If I ever feel better

2008-05-03T10:05:00.003+01:00

They say an end can be a start
Feels like I've been buried yet I'm still alive
It's like a bad day that never ends
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don't try to deny
I'd better learn to accept that
There are things in my life that I can't control
They say love ain't nothing but a sore
I don't even know what love is
Too many tears have had to fall
Don't you know I'm so tired of it all
I have known terror dizzy spells
Finding out the secrets words won't tell
Whatever it is it can't be named
There's a part of my world that' s fading away
You know I don't want to be clever
To be brilliant or superior
True like ice, true like fire
Now I know that a breeze can blow me away
Now I know there's much more dignity
In defeat than in the brightest victory
I'm losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please...

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know

Hang on to the good days
I can lean on my friends
They help me going through hard times
But I'm feeding the enemy
I'm in league with the foe
Blame me for what's happening
I can't try, I can't try, I can't try...
No one knows the hard times I went through
If happiness came I miss the call
The stormy days ain't over
I've tried and lost know I think that I pay the cost
Now I've watched all my castles fall
They were made of dust, after all
Someday all this mess will make me laugh
I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait...

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know
[x2]

It's like somebody took my place
I ain't even playing my own game
The rules have changed well I didn't know
There are things in my life I can't control
I feel the chaos around me
A thing I don't try to deny
I'd better learn to accept that
There's a part of my life that will go away
Dark is the night, cold is the ground
In the circular solitude of my heart
As one who strives a hill to climb
I am sure I'll come through I don't know how
They say an end can be a start
Feels like I've been buried yet I'm still alive
I'm losing my balance on the tight rope
Tell me please, tell me please, tell me please...

If I ever feel better
Remind me to spend some good time with you
You can give me your number
When it's all over I'll let you know
[x3]

Phoenix - If I ever feel better

Marina Anaga

2008-03-21T18:25:00.004Z

I have recently visited an exhibiton in Santa Cruz de Tenerife, Spain. Its name is "Inserciones e Inmersiones" and it is located in the "Círculo de Bellas Artes", until April the 5th.

We can see both buildt projects and future ones, of the architects Antonio Corona Bosch and Arsenio Pérez Amaral. It is a short, but interesting exposition. There are many pictures, descriptions and scale models.

Speaking about the future, the project "Marina Anaga", shown in the picture, inmediatly caugh my attention. Nowadays, it is only a proposal, but it could become true in some years.

It consist of an addition to the harbour area near San Andrés. It pretends to have shops, restaurants and a sports port. Its shape evokes me some kind of half moon.

Larger Map

On this map, we can see the blue area on the sea. In that location would be situated.

I do not know if the people would accept it. The Teresitas beach is very close, and I suppose that this project will be influenced by what have been happening around the "Teresitas case" and the possible illegal enrichment that it´s being investigated.

Anyway, I recommend you not to miss the exhibition, in order to be aware about what design ideas we will be speaking in some time.

More about this and other projects (such as the famous Tenerife North airport) on the architects site.

The legend

2008-03-20T14:13:00.003Z

Last summer, on August, I was enjoying my holidays in a rural area, located on the north of the spanish mainland, in the province of Zamora. Its name is Sanabria.

My friends and I stayed in a very little village, where few people live along the year. In summer, it is crowded, but despite of it, everybody seemed to know the others.

At night, we went walking to visit a near small town. It was close, so it wasn´t necessary to drive. After drifting in the old streets for a while, many photos were been taked. The ancient stone houses looked us seriously, as wondering if they would remain there for another century.

When we had finished the visit, we came back home. It was very late. We had covered approximately half of the way. All was quiet and, out of the blue, my friends and I heard the sound of what we thought to be a bell tower. It was strange, because we could see no reason to hear the bells at night and in that area, in the middle of nowhere.

We didn´t mind it . The next day, we remembered about that sound and asked an elder woman about it. Her face turned grey, and She told us this legend:

There was a ancient village, located in a fertile valley. High mountains were around it. A river passed through that village.

That was a heavily rainy day. The storm threw water and lightings to the little village.

Nearby midnight, a pilgrim arrived to the town. He was dressed in a black linen cape. A large and dark hat was on his head. A shell from a scallop was on it. He also had a large wooden staff. He had long dark hair and bear, and seemed to be tired.

He went to the houses asking for something to eat, and a place to stay for the night.
Everywhere he went, the people rejected to help him. He seemed to them not a trustworthy person, he was a black point in the darkness of the night.

At last, when he was going to leave the village, she found two women working in an oven. They were working, making bread. They invited him to enter and get dried. After that, they put a little piece of pastry inside the oven. It started to grow enormously, and they hardly could extract it.

They gave him that bread. After eating it, he told them: "You are the only one who have helped me, so I advice you to leave the village, because a tragedy is going to happen here"

...to be continued

The Sanabria Lake Chronicles, Chapter I.

[Edited: It continues here]

[Song] Inner Smile

2008-02-23T12:23:00.003Z

(one, two, three, four)
yeh, yeh yeh, yeh yeh, yeh yeh, yeh yeh, yeh yeh, yeh oh yeh

you gave me something
like loving
and took me in so soon
you took my feelings
from nothing
came back at noon
just meet me
i'm ready
to show myself to
you
so if i lose my patience
you must try to understand
(try to understand)
if i lose my patience
oh yeh

cause you make me feel
cause you make me feel wild
you touch my inner smile
you got me in the mood

so come and make your rule
and free me

you make my wishes
as much as your kisses make me blue
you've found my river now will you escape away too
but baby i'm ready i'm falling into you

so if i lose my patience
you must try to understand (try to understand)
if i lose my patience

oh yeh cause you make me feel
cause you make me feel wild
you touch my inner smile
you got me in the mood
so come and make your rule
and free me free me free me

wow wow wow wow wow wow wow yeh

cause you make me feel wild
you touch my inner smile
you got me in the mood
so come and make your rule
and touch my inner smile
come get my inner smile, smile, smile yeh yeh

sometimes i need to be alone
there's times i need for you to phone
sometimes you make me feel so high
there's times i ask myself why
sometimes i need to be alone there's times

Texas - Inner Smile

The Rainbow

2008-02-09T13:05:00.000Z

From the top of the Volcano,
From the colorfull deep sea,
From the shining starstorm
[that I saw last night

I smell the sky above my shoulders
no weight, no mystic, no soul
only the lonely feeling of zero gravity
drifting on the big wheel

I hope to find the reef
and be able to hold tight
I want to climb on
so I might stifle the pain

I have succeeded
from there, the reef was only a little stone
but the heartache remains the same

And I wonder
wheter if there were no sorrow
maybe, then, life would be a total nonsense
Where is the rainbow? Between the storm and the ray of hope,
and I smile.

Watercolors on the waterfront landscape
that evoke past and future days, Chapter IX

[Song] Missing

2008-01-28T00:01:00.002Z

I step off the train
I'm walking down your street again and past your door
But you don't live there any more
It's years since you've been there
But now you've disappeared somewhere like outer space
You've found some better place

And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain

Could you be dead?
You always were two steps ahead of everyone
We'd walk behind while you would run
I look up at your house
And I can almost hear you shout down to me
Where I always used to be

And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain

Back on the train
I ask why did I come again?
Can I confess I've been hanging around your old address?
The years have proved, to offer nothing since you moved
You're long gone
But I can't move on

And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you

I step off the train
I'm walking down your street again and past your door
But you don't live there any more
It's years since you've been there
But now you've disappeared somewhere like outer space
You've found some better place

And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
And I miss you - like the deserts miss the rain
The deserts miss the rain - like the deserts miss the rain
The deserts miss the rain
like the deserts miss the rain

Missing-Everything but the Girl

Eighteen years ago...

2008-01-22T09:34:00.000Z

Eighteen years ago, a day as today, I was still attending to school.

My grandparents would take me there. The pupils would form rows, one for each class, on colored lines painted on the floor. At half past nine, we would enter into the classes.

Two hours later, we would enjoy half an hour outside, at the playground. We would run, fall down, laugh, exchange stickers, and play games with our friends.

That day, Something special happened. I didn´t play nor exchange stickers. I remember that I was totally absorbed. And I didn´t want to tell anybody about it. It was my secret.

So, today, eighteen years later, I only can say: Nice to meet you and happy birthday, M.!

Motorbikes and winter

2008-01-10T19:20:00.000Z

These Christmas, I had ridden on a motorbike.

My brother and I had to go to other city, 30km away from the place where we were, and we didn`t have a car available, so we picked his motorbike. We could have get on the train or bus, but they are too slow.

We put on our helmets, and we get on it. I wouldn´t drive it, therefore I could just enjoy the ride.

Initially, all went right. We were driving at low speed, and I was watching the urban landscape: Buildings, night lights and cars. It was great!

Some minutes later, we entered in the motorway. Our speed had increased: It was around 100km/h, and I started to realise that wind plus low temperatures are not a good combination. I suppose that the temperature was approximately 10ºC. It could seem not a low one, but I felt as it was worse.

The cold air went through my coat. My gloves weren´t good enough to avoid my fingers being chilled to the bone. My feet hurt. As time passed by, the freezing sensation was even more unbearable, although I tried to hide my hands and feet from the wind.

After 50 minutes on the motorbike, we finally arrived to our destiny.

I got my body as if a frost had reached my skin. We parked the motorbike and started to walk. Luckily, after some minutes, I recovered myself and felt better.

Next time, I will take my best gloves and shoes. And I will put my pyjama under my jeans to keep my legs warm!... Or it may be better to keep motorbikes for the summer.

Don´t do this at home

2007-12-14T19:10:00.000Z

A week ago, I went to have a walk on the country. I chose a volcanic area where you can see amazing lava stones.

Because of the volcanic origin, there are many holes and caves. I was trying to find a cave, called the ass´s cave. People say that some years ago, when the asses died, they threw them inside. So it is supposed to be a kind of donkey graveyard.

I didn´t know where exactly the cave was, so I went cross-country, looking for it. I think that I was in the wrong zone, because two hours later, I hadn´t found anything. I stopped for a while, took some photos and saw... A big cactus!

In fact, I was surrounded by enormous cactus. And I suddenly had an idea. I had just found a stick, so I used it to make a small cave on one of these cactus. After that, the sap started to flow. It was white and it hadn´t any special smell.

I decided to disguise myself as a Cherokee, and immortalize myself taking a photo. I would paint two lines on my face using that sap. So I did it. I was so proud! :)

After that, I continued looking for the cave. It wasn´t in that area. I felt myself a bit hungry (It was 6pm and I handn´t had lunch yet. So I went back home.

Later, that night, I felt irritation, an itch on my nose, my eyes hurt... I got into the bathroom and looked myself in the mirror. My cheekbones were RED! I had a lot of small pimples there, and they didn´t seem to be OK at all. I realised that to make up myself with that thing wasn´t a good idea.

I put cream on my face, and the pain decreased a bit.

While I was damming myself for doing the Cherokee, I looked on the Internet for some information. I found the kind of cactus. The name was "Euphorbia canariensis". They explained that its sap is a venomous latex.

So, I can strongly advise you not to try this at home! ;)

Little did he know...

2007-12-12T12:05:00.000Z

Little did he know what was going to happen next.

He was probably the best football player in his town. He was only 14 years old, but he was very talented.He wanted to be part of one of these famous teams he watched on TV, so he decided to go to the capital to try passing the test.

At that moment, he was totally exhausted. Previously, he had been told to do a written test. It had two parts. At the first one, he ad to explain why he wanted to get into the club. The second was a general knowledge questionnaire. He had spent three hours writing.

After that, they drove him to the swimming pool. there, he had been swimming for an hour, mainly at crawl-style. He supposed he had made good times, because he had felt very tired.
Then, they asked him to do another test: A running one. He had been running for half an hour, around one of the buildings. He couldn't still prove his quality as a proper football player.

When he was wondering what would happen next and if more tests would be needed, a man shouted at him: Hey, come here!

He hadn't previously realised that the man was behind him. He felt so tired that he walked quietly towards the man.

While he was in his way, he inspected him carefully. That guy didn't seem to be part of the club. In fact, he was dressed in jeans. he wore a fashionable white shirt and a black cup. He was much taller than him, and should be in his middle-forties. he carried a small yellow notebook on his left hand, where he had been probably taking notes.

The boy finally reached the man. After a while looking at each other, the man started to speak. He asked him whether he was interested in joining his team.

What team?, he said. The situation was totally unexpected for him. He was pretending to get into a team, and that stranger wanted him to be part of another.

He asked the name of the team. The man said: "Altair" But the boy didn't know it. The face of the boy showed surprise and curiosity. The man explained that it was a baseball team, and that he could be a good baseball player.

Two days later, he got in touch with baseball. He enjoyed playing it more than football, so he ended being a professional player.

Nowadays, he is one of the best baseball players all over the world. Would he had been so successful if he had remained at football? Nobody knows.

To the moon and back

2007-12-04T23:55:00.000Z

She's taking her time making up the reasons
To justify all the hurt inside
Guess she knows from the smiles and the look in their eyes
Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one
They're saying, "Mama never loved her much"
And, "Daddy never keeps in touch
That's why she shies away from human affection"
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bags for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come
And she'll say to him
She's saying

Chorus

I would fly up to the moon and back if you'll be...
If you'll be my baby
I've got a ticket for a world where we belong
So would you be my baby?

She can't remember a time when she felt needed
If love was red then she was color blind
All her friends, well they've been trialed for treason
And crimes that were never defined
She's saying, "Love is like a barren place,
And reaching out for human faith
It's like a journey I just don't have a map for"
So baby's gonna take a dive and
Push the shift to overdrive
Send a signal that she's hanging
All her hopes on the stars
What a pleasant dream
She's saying

[Chorus]

Hold on, hold on ...

Mama never loved her much
And, Daddy never keeps in touch
That's why she shies away from human affection
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bags for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come
And she'll say to him
She's saying

[Chorus] (2x)

Savage Garden - "To the moon and back"

Wind

2007-12-01T06:50:00.000Z

When the wind blows at high speed, many things can happen. Some of them are bad...

Either it disturbs you the whole night with its irritating sound or a tropical storm called Delta can arrive. (I got it checked on my list. I want no more.)

And there are more cons about the wind: It can also pull your kite too much, untill a line is breaked. After that, you can fall and get injured. (Actually, it happened to me.)

Moreover, I advise you to drive carefully and at lower speed than usually. When you are driving at 100km/h, the effect of wind on the car is highly noticeable. That is very dangerous, because you can lost control of the car in a second. (It didn´t happened to me, I haven´t crashed the car... yet.)

The wind also carries clouds. And the clouds carry water. And, if you are enjoying a windy day outside, it is probable that you will suffer a sudden storm over your head. Next, you could get a fresh new cold, in order to inaugurate the flu season. (...Yes, this point is on the "I did")

But our invisible friend has advantages too.

You can avoid to comb your hair, and when someone would tell you "what a terrific mess you have in your hair", simply answer that you hate the wind for untidying it. (Almost everybody has suffered it, please do recognise it!)

Another point in favor of the wind is that hanged out clothes dry faster than when there isn´t (well, supposing that it isn´t raining.) And that´s something to bear in mind when you are in a hurry and need your lucky item of clothing. ( mmm, I´ll leave it unchecked...)

The wind moves things: Pollution, clouds, wind turbines... Modern big cities use to have a dark hat above them. That hat is mainly a mix of contamination from cars, heating systems, industries... And when the wind gets you ride of it, you are very grateful to, so you can get a deep breathe of not-too-contaminated air. (Although the wind only displaces it, so other people would enjoy the hat.)

What other things occur when the wind is around us? I´ll leave them for other post! Untill then, I will bear these in mind, and I hope that it would turn into a soft breeze.

Auditorium in blue

2007-11-28T23:55:00.000Z

A few weeks ago, I heard on the radio that it was the "World Diabetes Day". In order to concern people about diabetes, in many cities would change the usual illumination´s color of significant buildings. The chosen color for that special occasion was blue. So the auditorium of Tenerife would be part of the campaign.

I couldn´t resist myself to go there and take some photos. I had never seen it with that kind of decorative lighting before.

Therefore, after my german classes, I made my way to the auditorium. The night was clear. The temperature was perfect, neither cold nor too warm. There were no clouds on the sky. And there weren´t many people at the street either.

It was great. I carried my little tripod, in order to avoid blurred photos. I found a good place to start the work. A little wall, with a perfect panoramic of the subject and where I could put the camera and sit myself.

I took many photos, and I would have taken more, but I arrived too late. Nearby eleven in the night, the lights were switched off. "What a pity" - I thought.

But I didn´t really mind, in fact, it was time to come back home. I hadn´t still have dinner, and I was a bit hungry!!!

Update: I have recently spoken with "pejeverde" about the image´s rights of the auditorium. Should I need to ask for autorization to take photos to it, suposing that I don´t pretend to make money with the photos? (and/or pay for it.) More about the subject here (in spanish.)

Not as we

2007-11-21T00:26:00.000Z

Reborn and shivering
Spat out on new terrain
Unsure, unconvincing
This faint and shaky hour

Chorus:

Day one, day one
Start over again
Step one, step one
I'm barely making sense
For now I'm faking it
'Til I'm psuedo-making it
From scratch, begin again
But this time I as I
And not as we

Gun-shy and shivering
Tear it without a hand
Feign brave but still intent
Little and hardly here

[Chorus]

Eyes wet toward wide open fright,
If God is taking bias, I pray he wants to lose,

[Chorus]

Alanis Morissette - "Not As We"

Danger in the city

2007-11-20T06:27:00.000Z

I was coming back home after a party night. But it was so late that I didn´t feel sleepy, so I decided to give a walk around the neighbourhood.

The street was empty of cars. The streetlamps sparkled, mixing light and shades. It was a peaceful time.

While I was moving along the road, the wing carried a sweet melody to me. I tried to guess where it came from. After listening carefully for a while, I realised that the sound could be a distant concert.

I wanted to know what was exactly that music. It distiled mistery and flavor, it attracted me as a siren song. Then, I decided to find out the source. Finally, I directed myself towards an uphill street.

Five minutes later, I noticed that the sound became clearer. I arrived to a cobbled square. At the center, there was a high mast, with a blue and yellow flag on it. Out of the blue, I felt the wind hitting on my face, and a whistling noise produced by the flag.

I smiled sligtly and I stayed there, looking to the flag. My imagination is terrible! - I thought. Or maybe it was already time to go to bed.

Suddenly, I felt something breathing at my back. I quickly turned on my feet. And there was him! A terrifying tiger was looking at me. I didn´t know how to act, but if I had, I wouldn´t have been able to do anything. I was totally paralised by terror.

"My new friend" was big, enormous. His look was defiant. I avoided getting in touch with his eyes. He moved around me slowly. After that, he stopped in front of me. Then, he roared loudly. I was expecting the worst end.

But nothing happened. In fact, one thing happened: The sun arose between two buildings, reaching us. Hopefully, gargoyles turn to stone when the sun touches them! I recovered my sleepyness during the way back home, and I pondered a master plan.

The next day, I went to buy a red marker. Then, I came back to that place. And I wrote down, on the plaque next to the big cat and with capital letters:

"Beware of the tiger"

The path

2007-11-13T00:30:00.000Z

The path, some days is hard. In certain situations it is misty, cloudy. And others it is full of brown leaves, as now.

Outside, it is cold. There is no wind. The sun appears shyly between clouds. I put on warm clothes. And go for a walk into the forest.

Have you ever heard the sound of your feet walking on the Autumm leaves? It is a relaxing exercise. I recommend everyone to try it. Close your eyes, smell the forest and concentrate in the sounds: At first, in the distant ones. Then, closer, until you hear your own body.

When trees involve me and light goes throw the branches, I can get transported to other places, to old memories and future events. They all have in common a path, where the leaves have just started to fall, covering with a colorful carpet.

One sport, one child

2007-10-23T23:10:00.000+01:00

Sometimes, children ask me "What football team do you support?" (Some adults ask it too, but it tends to be less frequent)

I always claim to be a Real Madrid supporter. I suppose that I chose it when I was a child because it seemed to me one of the winners (and when you are a child it is important for you to go with the winners)

Later, I learnt that when you have made a decision, others don´t trust you if you change it afterwards.

When I played football, at first, I wanted to be in the same team as my friends. But we were very bad players. One day, during the act of choosing the players, I was one of the two who was supposed to decide the players in each team. That day, I preferred to try making a solid, winner team. - and I didn´t choose my friends - After that, they got angry with me for a few days.

And I had to assume that, generally speaking, it´s better to keep the same jacket.

So I have maintained the option untill now. I don´t want to waste time about thinking in a new one, so I´m going to continue supporting Real Madrid for the moment.

But I don´t really mind if they win or lose. I mean, I prefer them to win, but neither feel sad if they lose nor planificate my agenda according to the matches . I´m not an "active fan", if you want to define it in some way.

My feelings aren´t managed by what eleven men do in 90 minutes. There are more important things to worry seriously about. The important ones are few, and it seems to me they are not linked with unknown people.

And speaking about the agenda theme: At weekends, I try to stay at home the less time possible. In my opinion, if there is a whole world waiting for you out there, why not to go and have a look? Besides, I always prefer to play football myself than watching it (and I am still a bad player, but I enjoy it.) OK, you´ll tell me: When you need to rest, the best is simply to stay at home laying at the sofa, maybe reading, watching TV or simply doing nothing. But I tend to feel it as a waste of time: I would pick a book and enjoy at night, not during the day. (The sun is calling you outside!)

So, what is my final conclusion? That I could look for another jacket, and be at home watching the TV, but I wouldn´t stand it for long, so I´m going to avoid it as much as possible! :)

Save Tonight... through the window

2007-10-21T23:10:00.000+01:00

Which one do you prefer?

Go on and close the curtains

'cause all we need is candlelight
you and me ... and the bottle of wine
and hold you tonight [ ohh ]

Ain´t got no curtains
Candles are dangerous, I really prefer a light
Alcohol is old-fashioned (let´s take a coke)
hold you (why not?) tight,

well we know I'm going away
and how I wish - I wish it weren't so
so take this wine and drink with me
let's delay our misery

Yes, I know that the train will leave (with me inside)
You really mean weren´t so?
Let´s get drunk
and tomorrow all the miserys
will fall into oblivion

save tonight and fight the break of dawn
come tomorrow - tomorrow I'll be gone
save tonight and fight the break of dawn
come tomorrow - tomorrow I'll be gone

save all nights, in your memory
they will hurt as a recent wound
I love to fight
but this is a lost battle
why must I do the effort?

there's a log on the fire
and it burns like me for you
tomorrow comes with one desire
to take me away [ ohh it's true ]

I enjoy, big fires
lets put, more wood on it
the next day hasn´t desires
it´s only me, that´s one more excuse
[is it really true?]

It ain't easy to say good bye
darling please - don't start to cry
'cause girl you know I've got to go [ohh ]
and Lord I wish it wasn't so

It´s difficult to leave you in the past
baby cry, if you want
I´ve already decided it, and you can´t change my mind
If you wish me to stay, sleep and dream

save tonight and fight the break of dawn
come tomorrow - tomorrow I'll be gone
save tonight and fight the break of dawn
come tomorrow - tomorrow I'll be gone

save all nights, in your memory
put a lock in that mental door
this illusion will finish,
this illusion is going to vanish in the dawn

tomorrow comes to take me away
I wish that I - that I could stay
but girl you know I've got to go [ohh ]
and Lord I wish wasn't so

Tomorrow is just another day
It´s a decision I cannot delay
I have to change myself
I must grow in other place

save tonight and fight the break of dawn
come tomorrow - tomorrow I'll be gone [ 4x ]

save all nights, but only if you want
cos tomorrow, the heart will run aground

tomorrow I'll be gone [ 4x ]

your sorrow won´t be gone
our sorrow won´t be gone
my sorrow won´t be gone
tomorrow I´ll be a new one

save tonight [ 4x ]

save all nights
is it right?
It doesn´t hurt my mind
just save all nights

oh that´s right
save tonight - save tonight

Eagle Eye Cherry - Save Tonight

Me, The true version ;)

Looking for answers

2007-10-15T17:44:00.000+01:00

I´ve been wondering if it would be worthy to write something "green and ecological". After considering it for a while, I concluded that it is!, why not? So let´s start! Today, (October, the 15th) it is the "Blog Action Day", and this year it is about the Environment.

But, what does this mean? That many people around the world are doing and writing things related to the Environment. Then, I also want to support it in my own way.

So the objective is surely clear. And speaking about the execution, how can I approach it? Maybe, I could recommend a few tips to save energy at home. Or better, explain if I think or not that our oceans should be protected more, or the famous ozone layer... But I don´t want really to "speak". I want you to speak. So I am going to make the questions!

My aim is to promote the debate. Some people think that it isn´t necessary to care in an obssesive way about the environment. Others are predicting the world´s end in a few years, if we don´t change our way of living. Is ecology a fashion subject nowadays? Or, on the other hand, is it a serious one? The more is talked about, the better. I do believe that showing information and exchanging view points, is great to try to understand the world where we live.

So, here we go. A few questions. Read them, and try a bit of trivia: Ask them to others, try to answer some of them yourself, and let´s start talking!

How much do you pay for light´s bill? Do you want to pay less? Do you know how to?
Where is now or where do you think it could be the last bottle you threw into the garbage? It may be now in a dump, or reduced to small pieces being a new bottle, or maybe it is being used by someone else as a vase... What other ideas do you have?
Supossing it´s raining, and you have to go nearby to buy some things (not very big neither heavy), would you take the car to the shop?
If I throw a few things to a desert from a plane, where only one person lives (a piece of paper, a human´s body, and bottle made of glass) which one will be more useful to that hypothetic person? Which one could be found by archaeologists in the future?
Will you vote to close down all nuclear instalations of your country if your electric bill would increase a 100%?
How far are the paper, glass, yellow... containers from your home, if there are any?
Are you aware of how a plant grows? How many trees are there around your home? Do you know what kind they are?
Do you think that the climate is really changing? Have you realised something you think that could be related in your sourrondings? or not?
How many people in your family don´t have a car?
How many people in your family take less than 20 minutes to get to their job places?

Well, that´s all by now. The list of questions is long, and could be longer. I´ll save some for future reflexions :) As you see, all of them could be related, in one way or another, to the environment. So I just finish with the last question:

Can a single person do something to change
and improve "how things work"?

Winged

2007-10-14T01:06:00.000+01:00

A funny smile,
a grinning demon,
a defiant gesture,

Why did you call me?

A remote island,
an isolated space,
a burning wish...
...and there, me.
Asking everywhere,
praying,
searching for dreams,
"when someone knows
how to fly
should he keep the secret?
Definitely, not." - I cry.
If you lend me your powers, I´ll try touching the sky
...and if I fall,
the beauty of the view
will heal the wounds...

I won´t tell you how.

but, why?
You are able
to teach me
and also have the might.
what do you want in reward?

You cannot offer me anything,
poor little man.
But I can advice you:
If you really want to fly,
be aware of hostile winds,
fallen angels and broken dreams.

I can fight them, sir
I have been training
my mind,
I do not fear an ambush
I am in peace,
the request is powerful but
I only have that wish.

You really
do not need wings
Have not realised
that you could make
your own ones?

Maybe he´s right...
let´s try without his help,
and when I finally
breath the clouds smell,
my soul will totally rest

and the dream will end.

Walking and hiking at night... but without torch

2007-10-12T20:50:00.000+01:00

A Spanish group of people wakes up early. Then, they walk through Narvik, untill the dock (with autopilot mode ON, of course, because their eyes want to sleep more!). There, they would get on a boat...
I was in that group, I was part of them. And I know what we did that summer :)

We arrived by boat to a small Norwegian village located at the Lofoten Islands (an archipielago at the Arctic Circle.) The trip was fun. There were some clouds, the wind blowed, but the sun shined. So we stayed on the deck of the boat enjoying the beautiful landscapes around us. Mountains arised from the deep of the sea, which was totally calm. The contrast between blues and greens hypnotized us.

After the arrival, we asked at the tourism information office where we could stay. They recommended us a camping that had wooden houses. It was about three kilometres long from there, but it seemed to be ok and cheap. So we picked up our stuff and went to that place.

Next, we walked less than one hour, we arrived and talked with the boy in the camping to arrange our accommodation. He gave us the key of the "hut". When we finally realised that the hut was an enormous house, with balcony, two floors, and surrounded by nature, we really felt in heaven. The conclusion was unanimous: That was the best place where we had stayed in all the trip. But the best was yet to come.

We were very happy about having arrived there and finding such a great place. The previous day, we weren´t sure about if it was worthy to pick the boat to go there. But yes, it was a paradise. I have known different kinds of islands, and Lofoten´s have some kind of celtic magic.

Someone prososed to go for a walk. And the rest answered: why not? We had been told that during the night there was light enough to see. But I have to confess, that until I didn´t see it with my own eyes, I couldn´t believe it. We hadn´t have dinner, only rested for a while. So we made some sandwiches to eat them during the walk.

The group started to move and walked behind the camping, towards a small near mountain. We found an easy path and followed it. The vegetation was abundant: Trees and bushes, all of them made of glowing green. After a while, we found a small artificial "lake", made to provide water to Svolvær, I supposed. From there, we took a lot of photos, like this one.

Please do Take a moment to have a look at the photo. It was taken a bit later than midnight, in August. And I want to emphasize it: It was at night, but it didn´t seem to be that hour. When I remember it, It still amazes me. If I have to explain to someone the situation, I use to define it as a dawn that didn´t want to finish with night. In fact, the less light that we could see was similar to what I would call a nightfall.

After that, we went on walking uphill. The path was now "on the mountain", more difficult than previously. We continued moving untill somenone suggested to have dinner. In fact, it was one in the morning and we were hungry. So we found a place to rest and sit down. And there, we ate our sandwiches. All was quiet, we only heard our own voices. I felt part of Nature.

We finally came back to the camping. The return was easier and faster, because we wanted to rest. I found myself tired, but very pleased. That night we had to put towels at the windows to avoid the light entering into the house, but in spite of that, I slept very well.

Thank you for coming with me. It was a pleasure. We argued, we passed through difficult situations, but the memories are equally great!

Trip´s journal, chapter I, Norway

Far above the clouds

2007-10-07T02:19:00.000+01:00

A plane travelling to somewhere. Outside, the air is around -70 ºC. Althought I´m comfortably seated looking through the window, I can feel the cold by touching the glass. When I realise that I have never experimented such a low temperature, I say to myself that it will be better to avoid it. (Today, I´m not carrying my cup and winter gloves!)

I´m getting bored, and I have to be still one more hour inside. If I could sleep, I would, so time´d get evaporated, the plane´d arrive and I would be happy. But today, a little one year girl, doesn´t want to get asleep. She is very curious, and looks at me constantly. I tried reading a newspaper, and she wanted too. I suppose that she must be some kind of genious, because althought she didn´t speak, she seemed to be reading it!

I was thinking about that, when the mother asked me to take care of her while she went to the bathroom. Ok, I said. (Without having a remote idea that a storm was near.) I picked her in my arms, but at the moment the baby realised that her mother had left, and started to cry.

She wasn´t heard by the pilot, but the rest of the passengers did. She thought that mom had vanished, and feared not to see her again.

I did my best to stop her crying. At first, I explained her that mummy wasn´t lost. Then, I rocked her. After that, improvised a song. But my efforts had no reward. She continued shouting more and more loudly. And finally, after five endless minutes, mom came back, picked her, and calmly, she said:

And the man in the rain picked up his bag of secrets, and journeyed up the mountainside, far above the clouds, and nothing was ever heard from him again, except for the sound of Tubular Bells."

Mike Oldfield - Far above the clouds.

And the little girl (and I), felt asleep.

Car Failure

2007-10-05T22:52:00.001+01:00

Autumm arrived some days ago. Season for rains, flus and vaccines. People can get vaccinated, but not cars. And my car cought a cold! Therefore, something had been broken inside. It was kind enough to warn me, ligthing this little signal. But I didn´t know exactly what was wrong.

Well, there were other signs: It didn´t accelerate well (fastly) and it gave jerks. Neither the CO2 emissions were appropiate (as the people at the ITV told me.)

So, here is a little quiz, for those of you who would like to find out what happened to my car. An extra clue: The problem was solved by replacing only one part.

Have you thought a little about it? Let´s have a look to a little explanation:

The engine needs mainly two things to work: Fuel and air. But the proportion between them is very important. It has to be an exact rate depending on the requirements, to achieve good fuel consumptions, low CO2 emissions and an appropiate performance.
In modern cars, the device that informs the engine about the quantity of oxygen needed is the "oxigen sensor" or also called "lambda sond". This part was the origin of the misfunction.

I carried the car to the garage. The mechanic used a hand-held tester to figure out the problem. It told him that two different parts could be wrong. After checking the spark plugs (they were in order), he concluded that the oxygen sensor was the cause of the failure. They hadn´t the spare part there. Then, we ordered other and the next day he changed it.

Althougt it is a little gadget, it´s expensive. In my case, it lasted for about 140.000 Km without being replaced. That seems to me a good average. I hope that the new one would last for other 140.000 more!

Now, the perfomance has come back to the usual rate. Finally, I can trust on it to overtake with guarantees.

Learning how to...

2007-10-04T23:13:00.000+01:00

... fly a traction kite.

On Saturday, I had the opportunity to experiment with the kite that you see on the photo. My cousin have bought it recently, and we went to a park and tried it.

This is a four-meter drag kite. And what does this mean?

It is called a foil kite or parafoil. Here is a good definition: "a soft kite , consisting of a number of cells running fore to aft, some or all of which are open at the front to allow air to inflate the kite." (Thanks to wikipedia TM) :)
This kind of "flying element" is big. It is easily seen in the distance. There are bigger ones, but its size is enough to pull you.
Pull you? Yes! That is its main purpose. People use them to jump, carry them (with skies, snowboards, skateboards and this type of stuff) "Due to the amount of power that these kites can generate, they can be used for a number of different activities including kitesurfing, kiteboarding on land, snowkiting, kite bugging and recreational kiting."
It carries four lines or wires. Two of them are the main controls. The other two are the brakes.
A great advantage is that, it hasn´t rigid stuff, so although during the fligth is a four meter long thing, it easily fits in a small bag. Moreover, the assembly and disassembly is very fast.

It was my first time with this kind of kite. I had "piloted" acrobatic smaller ones, but the sensations were totally different. When you begin flying it, it seems that it wants to "take you off". But once that I realised how to dominate the force (and the brakes), the fun started.

There is an angle range where it really shows the force (between 45 to 70 degrees from the horizontal) that it can develop. If you maintain it at this position for long, your arms will get tired quickly. So its better to combine it with the "top position". This is the highest point that the kite can reach, and it keeps more or less stabilized, without pulling you much.

So I learnt the basis, and I started spinning it. First to one side, then to other. At this point, I was losing the initial fear. The kite started pulling me with force, and I was carried about twenty meters from the initial point. (I have to say that we were on a grass ground, so it was as if you did some kind of grass-skying.) ;)
The wind wasn´t blowing at high speed, but I could made a couple of short jumps. I felt that it is a short bite of the sensations of flying. And I want more!

In conclusion: I had such a great time, so I´m now considering to buy my own one. Maybe this weekend. I will keep you informed... What about trying it at "El Médano"?

Full Moon

2007-09-25T23:38:00.000+01:00

I´ve just gone to put the rubbish out, and I have realised that tonight there is a splendid moon in the sky (tomorrow it will be full).

It illuminates all around: some clouds above, the sea and the shapes of the mountains. This kind of nocturnal landscape makes me think in walking in the countryside and taking photos.
When you look at it directly, the light that arrives to you eyes comes to be almost unbearable. In contrast, it has something that deeply attracts me. Am I under a moon´s spell?

Tomorrow, I´ll have to get up early, otherwise, I would try a short walk near my house. Maybe other day.

Where am I?

2007-09-23T11:11:00.000+01:00

Between water and earth, between ligth and darkness, in the middle of nowhere, inside the deepest blue
outside outer space...

Travelling fast, dreaming,
just woken up, singing,
Landscapes passing,
pick my camera.

Try to capture the new day, but I can´t.
I have failed one more time, and then,
I will realise that I don´t want to arrive.
I will prefer to stay in a train, watching an endless dawn.

Trip´s journal, chapter III, Finland

Rock the night

2007-09-22T22:41:00.000+01:00

Today it´s Saturday, so let´s see what the city has for us. I am thinking about going to the cinema, but the only thing that I really know is that tonight I will see darkness and flashes, my ears will suffer and maybe I will attempt to dance. Let´s rock the nigth!

I've gone through changes
I've gone through pain
But there's not enough reason for me to go insane
I know the feeling, just when it grows
I'm in a rage up from my head down to my toes.

You know it ain't easy
Running out of thrills
You know it ain't easy
When you don't know what you want, what do you want.

Rock now, rock the night
'Til early in the morning light
Rock now, rock the night
You'd better believe it's right.

I know my limit
Just what it takes
When things ain't good enough
I just pull the brake
Sometimes it's easy
Sometimes so tough
But just have one thing clear
I can't get enough.

Europe - Rock the night

Here comes the weekend

2007-09-21T14:24:00.001+01:00

Yes, It´s Friday. And many people associate this day and the nexts with fun and relax. Here is a bit of the opposite feelings ;)

Every shape
of every word you say
that breaks the silence
of an ordinary day.
Every look
that seems to mystify,
every single smile
that spins me to the sky.
It makes me wanna run,
it makes me wanna hide.
Cos you're the only one
that makes me come alive.
It's getting closer now and darker by the hour.
It only goes to show
that here it comes,
here comes the weekend
and I'm on my own again
with a Saturday in the rain.
Here it comes,
here comes the weekend.
The fine line from pleasure to pain
is making me cry.
When will I see you again?
Every breath,
every vision you make.
Every chance in love
you love to take.
Every move
that seems to alter my world.
Every dream
I've had about this boy and this girl.
It makes me wanna run,
it makes me wanna hide
cos you're the only one
that makes my love alive
and time is running fast into a new goodbye.
It only goes to show
that here it comes,
here comes the weekend,
another walk down that lonely lane,
another Sunday that feels the same.
Here it comes,
here comes the weekend.
The fine line from pleasure to pain
is making me cry.
When will I see you again?

Roxette - Here comes the weekend

Cherries

2007-09-20T23:51:00.000+01:00

I have just realised that long time have passed since the last time I ate a cherry. I don´t remember exactly when, but I suppose it was springtime. I like cherries, but if I have to choose a fruit, I would pick an apple.

Yesterday, I went to the supermarket and bought three different kinds of apples. Red ones, greens and a mix of red and white. Each one have a different taste, but I enjoy all of them. When I have to choose one kind, I prefer acid and green ones.

Apples remind me the Summer, now that calendars tell us that´s finishing. And when I look back and try to remember what I did and didn´t during this period, I feel that "dids" are more than "didn´ts", so I make a mental note: Summer of the 2007, passed. And let´s go for the Autumn! :)

Traffic jam

2007-09-20T00:20:00.000+01:00

Today, I have suffered an enormous traffic jam. I got stuck at the motorway. People faces were resigned, concentrated, frustrated, ... In this cases, I preffer to concentrate more in the music that I´m listening, and to avoid looking at the clock. I expect they will finish the third lane before the year ends, so there will be hopefully no more problems.

Finally, I arrived to my destiny: Two hours of German class, till the night arrived. It was a pleasant time, and I didn´t realise it ended untill the bell rang.

The return was faster: Carlos Sainz mode ON, less cars on the road and a hungry me. I have arrived on dinner time. Triple-egg-omelette (with cheese) and a drink of coke. Hello, bed, (I´m torn out...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz) I´m going to dream with a road empty of cars ;)

First of all

2007-09-18T23:02:00.000+01:00

Hello everyone!

I don´t really know how to start. Well, I´m going to try writing some kind of diary in English, although I´m not a native english-speaker.

And, why? Because my English teacher has encouraged us to do it, to improve writing skills. So, there will be mistakes. Feel free to tell me about them.

Now that I have done some kind of introduction, here we go: My name will be kept in secret for the moment. You can call me "Alado". I´m a Spanish guy who lives in the Canary islands, exactly in Tenerife. I want to improve in English, so I´m starting my last year (5th) at the official languages school. I also want to learn German, but I will tell you about that tomorrow...

So that´s all folks! Welcome to this, my new blog

Was ist das?

2007-09-18T00:02:00.000+01:00

Das ist ein personales blog, wo ich schreibe in Englisch.

Englisch ist nicht mein Muttersprache. Ich möchte besser in Englisch schreiben.

Kommentare kann man in Deutsch, Englisch oder Spanisch schreiben. ;)

So, viele danke fur lesen mir!!!

¿Esto qué es?

2007-09-18T00:01:00.000+01:00

Bueno, pues éste es un blog personal, en el que escribo lo que se me ocurre, en inglés.

¿Por qué? Pues la razón es intentar mejorar la expresión escrita en el idioma de Shakespeare.

Eso no quiere decir que no se pueda comentar en castellano!! ;)

Saludos, y gracias por leerme.