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.

Let it bee

-Can you see it? -she asked.
-Uh? What?
-That on the bed.
-No.What? Where?
-Oh. It's gone. But you hear its humming, don't you?
-No. I can´t see it and I can't hear its humming. What the hell are you talking 'bout? -I was feeling a bit irritated, must admit.
-Oh, I see. Now I understand.
-You understand WHAT? -I asked almost yelling at her.
-Seems as if you were somewhere else... -she said. By that moment I was getting very, very angry.
I said nothing, and kept on watching the telly.
Suddenly, I realized that that humming was actually away. The room went silent.
-Listen -she said.
-What's noooowwwwww...
-You don't have a couple of fresh batteries for my toy, do you?

As grey as this day and as empty as a gin bottle after a party night.
Truth be told, quite probably I should consider jump off this hellknowswherebound train and start a new trip walking on my own feet.

Fed up

I've never been to London. It's one of those places which I want to (must, actually) visit before I pass away. I'm sure that it has to be a nice, peaceful city with lots of things to do and fun to have in it.


And I'd like it so much to say to all those stupid mindless rioters and looters that are literally destroying it:

FUCKING STOP AND GO TO HELL, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!

Northbound

Just got up.
A day with nieces, nephews, in-laws and family stuff in general to come.
A day to spend in the countryside, listening to the birds, to the cows... Oh, so pretty.
So relaxing.
So rainy today that just thinking of have to be all day long indoors makes me feel sick.
Summer.
Northbound road.

There are days when I feel really tired. Fed up. Screwed up, actually. Days that come after those nights. Those nights staring at the ceiling in the dark. Nights with the same ghosts dancing in my head, the same fears and the same doubts.

And, among them all, the worst of all. The doubt of not knowing exactly what to do. Not knowing which step is the right one.

Not knowing and not understanding what's going on whatsoever.

Day after day.

I'll keep your advice, Sparrow.

Sunny day. Windy and nippy as well. But the Sun is already up there, in the blue sky. At last Sun and summer.

Three days to come, with no worries on my mind -so I hope-. Just time enough to do nothing but going to the beach, wandering through the forest and listening to the birds.

Listening to the birds.

A sparrow is tweeting, staring at me while it's standing in front of my door. Seems to me as if it's saying "Hey, Gae, forget that laptop and come outside! Can't you feel the smell of the grass? Wouldn't you like to get warmer laying in the Sun? Come along! Forget that life of yours for a moment and join life!".

Hell this little sparrow is right.

I'll join life. At  least, for the next three days.

Precisely

"So what?", she said.
"Easy. Get naked. Now."
"Naked? Ha ha ha... Good attempt. So maybe your idea is..."
"Yes."
"And what if I didn't want to get naked and do all that stuff that's on your mind?"
"If so, you wouldn't be unfastening your bra. Which is precisely what you're doing", he answered with a grin.
"Not that silly, you, man... Not that silly. Do come here..."

precisely...

Bang goes the plan? Noooooo!

Always the same. When you are looking forward to anything, some sort of goblin has to appear just to make you balls itch and shake everything.

Concert next Friday. Vetusta Morla playing in Vigo. The plan is: meeting my friends maRia and Lola and spending the night together listening to the music, singing to the top of our voices and not sleeping a minute.

Sounds good, eh?

Yep. Sounds good and it’s actually the best plan for a weekend. Friends, music and fun.

Then my question is:

Why the hell do I catch a f***in’ cough precisely now?

But I’ll be there. Coughing or not (better the second option, please, yes, thank you). Next Friday I’ll go to that concert with my friends, alive or alive. (Dead would be silly, of course).

Understood?

Jolly good.

Thank you so much for your attention, have a nice day!

In any case, going to a concert is always a heal for you pain, innit?

What for?

Ok. Quite for sure all this is simply suicidal. Why would a Spanish speaker like me try to write a blog in English?
Well, a friend of mine (who is convinced that my English is not crap, dunno exactly why) encouraged me to do so. So here I am, at the very beginning of the story.
Hell knows where and when all this will come to an end.
Any mistakes (of any kind, say, those not-so-terrible and those how-the-fuck-could-you-write-this, as well) are of my own and born from my brain.
Enjoy! :D