Far away

Centimetres away can be such a distance...

Haven't you realised?

Neighbourhood

We have new neighbours next door. A young couple, whose names have been discovered thanks to the mail box at the building entrance.

As soon as they arrived, a couple of months ago, he knock at my door asking for help. The flat had been empty for more tan half a year, and that Devil’s machine called “The F* Heater” turned into some sort of silent corpse impossible to get back to life. So there I went.

I remember her sitting at a table, reading a magazine. I greeted her with a standard ‘Hola, qué tal’ (in Spanish, of course) as I was crossing the living-room on my way to their kitchen. She raised her head and smiled. Not a word. Ok, no matter. I gave the man the explanations needed to make the heater work, turned it on after several attempts and many swearing words, and went back home saying good-bye. Another smile. ‘Strange’, I thought, ‘maybe she’s feeling embarrased, but I see no reason for that.’

Days later I could see a huge envelope placed on the mail boxes at the building entrance. “Ms Joanne Collins. Wherever Street blah blah…”.

So that was it. My new neighbour is not Spanish, and as far as I’m concerned, taking into consideration that I no longer met her but I can hear her talking sometimes, she doesn’t speak Spanish. Her couple does, as well as English, and we have a chat from time to time when we meet together in the street. But for some reason it looks like she was living in another universe.

At a moment,  I thought it could be nice –and good for me as well- if I could change some words in English with them both, I’d have no problem with that and any topic would do, but… Would she feel embarrased?

Or actually would I?

Nothing lasts forever. Not even a blog.

You.

Are you my friend? No? Just an acquaintance? Not either? Oh... Mate, maybe? No?


So... you, you who are part of this, my 2.0 life, you who share your worries and your sadness and your happiness (you are actually happy when you say that you are, aren't you?)  with me, you that show the world when and where you wee, you shit, you eat and you speak, as well as who with, and your photos and your music and all that stuff...


You.


You who I'm not sure if you actually exist in that strange thing called "life". Yes, 1.0 life. Real life.


You.


Who are YOU?

Smells like...

What can you do when you can smell the danger?

When you see "that" coming towards you, and you feel that you cannot move even one eyelid?

What is there to be done...?

And at that moment the window popped up and so there was a message:

Turn it off. Go away. Live your life. Happines is inside you. Show it to the whole World.

I raised an eyebrow and thought "Not a bad idea whatsoever".

So, when I get this post finished, all that is what I'll be doing.

Wanna join me?

I've just checked my blogs statistics and, unsurprisingly, this one hasn't received even one in the last two weeks. Ok, it's my fault. I can't expect getting lots of visits to my blog unless I publish something, which, by the way, is not that case.
I'm not worried, anyway. It doesn't disturb me whatsoever.
The only reason why I don't post almost anything is, in fact, that I have nothing to say.
God knows whether I'll have something to say or not next week. Or tomorrow.
We'll see. And you, too.