[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.