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.