Smoke, Clouds and Lights

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]

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)

(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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(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

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

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...

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

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

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...

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

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

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

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.)