La Albufera (a propósito de nada)

Como en el capítulo de Scrubs, al final no tenemos nada que decir. Porque quizás de repente nos estresamos demasiado, pensamos que hace frío o que no estamos del mejor humor del mundo, que igual tampoco conseguimos que nos entiendan, y al final parece que el cielo se cierra encima de nosotros, sin estrellas ni nada. Pero justo entonces llega una persona, otra, y te das cuenta que realmente siempre han estado allí, cuando tenías los ojos cerrados. Y empiezas a salir de tu mundo y a entrar en el de los demás y ver sus problemas, y que a pesar de ellos, están ahí, escuchando. Entonces tus problemas parecen minúsculos, desaparecen. Y ya no hay nada que decir.

Sitting, waiting, wishing

I had one of these confusing weeks, loosing myself in time and space (ok my spacial abilities have never been so good but still) and finally inviting my friends home just when I was going to the theater, which on the other side I forgot to pick up the tickets. But anyway there were tickets left, probably no one came home when we were in the theater and the show was good. The theater was performed by three portuguese guys in a stage with more than a hundred boxes which could represent from animals to mountains passing for every other imaginable thing... they used a lot of body language and were really funny.
About the confusion, I have an excuse, and this is that it was because I've lost my external memory. I mean not my computer's but my own. I mean my agenda. Yeah it's unbelievable that a bunch of papers can do so much. The ones that don't have an agenda and are not really following can think in this amnesia patients that leave stickers all around the house to remember what they are going to do next. Yes, I think that is the feeling. If my parents are reading, don't worry (I just found it)
Ok, let's get serious here and think about the future, today is kind of sunny and many friends have been writing in the facebook that the spring is coming, they are really hoping so, well they are desperate for the snow to melt and that it gets a bit warmer, and well my dear, I gotta be a bit pessimistic/realistic here, the snow will melt but it's not getting much warmer... until May, don't try to fool me I've been long time in Sweden now! Ok, I confess I've been looking at the temperatures in Spain and they are reaching the 20 degrees now... Lucky bas... yes well as I was saying I'm so happy that I found the agenda and the spring is coming!

The picture is from Valencia in February :p

Frases

Cuando el grajo vuela bajo hace un frío del carajo

Lo siento pero me ha hecho una gracia la frasecilla que no he podido evitar ponerla jajaj
Venga a ver si ya nos llega la primavera por aquí en el norte

Som vi älskade varandra

The game still on the table, millions of glasses, a sunny sunday without many plans, that happens to be 26 years after I was born in a summer day as far from here as Argentina. I stole the title of this blog from a a swedish book I looked at briefly in the book store, I don't know how is the book, but it was about a group of friends 20 years afterwards. And I just thought about us, who knows what will be of us in the future, (maybe we could all move to Ibiza?), but it might be as the "summer of 69" song that we will remember these as the best years of our lives.