crazy tales, asleep stories and other ramblings...

Ceder el paso donde los valores se cruzan con el deber, escuchar a quien no tiene nada que decir y mirar a los ojos a un ciego. Ese es el verdadero sacrificio del alma.

Cada año se jode un poco más la dulce esencia de lo que ahora no es sino corrosivo ácido; y lo peor es que lo peor probablemente esté aún por llegar.
Quizás sea un paso más, pero esta vez hacia atrás; aprender a perder es ganar al fin y al cabo.
Si algo está mal, consultad vuestra agenda ángeles del infierno.

"El hombre no posee muy desarrollada la capacidad de pensar, y hasta el más espiritual y cultivado mira al mundo y a sí propio siempre a través del lente de fórmulas muy ingenuas, simplificadoras y engañosas. Pues, a lo que parece, es una necesidad innata y enteramente fatal en todos los hombres representarse cada uno su yo como una unidad. Y aunque esta quimera sufra con frecuencia algún grave contratiempo y alguna sacudida, vuelve siempre a curar y surgir lozana." Hermann Hesse

Playlist from the radio at 7 p.m.: Who are you The who; Sargent Pepper's lonely hearts club band The Beatles; Ziggy Stardust David Bowie; Rock n' Roll Lou Reed; Gloria Patti Smith; Hound dog Elvis Presley; Sympathy for the devil The Rolling Stones.

You ride on the swing in and
out of the bars
Capturing
moments
of life in a jar
Playing with children,
acting as stars____Guiding
your vision to heaven and heaven
is in your mind____Take extra care not
to lose what you feel The apple you're eating
is simple and real________Water the
flowers that grow at your heel
guiding your vision to
heaven and heaven
is in your mind

'pon a hill, tecumseh valley, el mar y el destino.

Bad news, bad news come to me where I sleep,
Turn, turn, turn again.
Sayin' one of your friends is in trouble deep,
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.

Tell me the trouble, Tell once to my ear.
Joliet prison and ninety-nine years.

Oh what's the charge of how this came to be?
Manslaughter in the highest of degree.

I sat down and wrote the best words I could write,
Explaining to the judge I'd be there on Wednesday night.

Without a reply, I left by the moon,
And was in his chambers by the next afternoon.

"Could ya tell me the facts?" I said without fear,
"That a friend of mine would get ninety-nine years."

A crash on the highway flew the car to a field.
There was four persons killed and he was at the wheel.

But I knew him as good as I'm knowin' myself,
And he wouldn't harm a life that belonged to someone else.

The judge spoke out of the side of his mouth,
Sayin', "The witness who saw, he left little doubt,"

That may be true, he's got a sentence to serve,
But ninety-nine years, he just don't deserve.

Too late, too late, for his case it is sealed.
His sentence is passed and it cannot be repealed.

But he ain't no criminal and his crime it is none.
What happened to him could happen to anyone.

And at that the judge jerked forward and his face it did freeze,
Sayin', "Could you kindly leave my office now, please,"

Well his eyes looked funny and I stood up so slow,
With no other choice except for to go.

I walked down the hallway and I heard his door slam,
I walked down the courthouse stairs and I did not understand.

And I played my guitar through the night to the day,
Turn, turn, turn again.
And the only tune my guitar could play
Was, "Oh the Cruel Rain And the Wind"

Oporto, Aveiro, sofá, espolones, embrague, universidade, bus, casa.
Resulta enormemente enriquecedora cualquier tipo de experiencia cuando amplía nuestros horizontes y ganamos en prespectiva. Gracias a los anfitriones por su trato.

Eiffel, tren, hallo!, heißwein, universität, cerveza, museo Mercedes, Hausmeisters, fiebres, entschuldigung, cerveza, kebap, arggg, españoles, Eislingen, cumpleaños, tapa, cerveza, el baile de la servilleta, S-Bahn, stadtmitte, Keller, alemana cuarentona, cerveza, Tuifly.

Lille, la toilette, crêpes, le cendrier, fiesta de Babel, el ron y la cerveza..., taaan francés, bailes con enanos y botellas de plástico, buena compañía, guitarra, Rihour, la Ópera, el Minimalismo, paz, tortitas, Soylent Green, pain-choc, L'ici, potaje con amour, lavandería, radiadores, fumer tue, tgv, Paris.

Heathrow, Piccadilly Circus, el Underground, mucha luz, Trafalgar Square, Westminster, el eslovaco, el Soho, cañas de Beck's, alarmas de incendios a las 4am, Abbey Road, frío húmedo pero agradable, Baker Street, humor inglés, Notting Hill, Royal Albert Hall, el HardRockCafé, please mind the gap, los Melody Busters, el Tower Bridge, la Tate, London Eye, ganas de quedarme, Covent Garden, pintas de Guinness, Casino Empire, Eurostar.