La Cubata

Mr.Bu, the Dog, at the beach...

2008-06-11T00:33:00.007+01:00

- Bu, what are you doing?

- Nothing, I`m just here, waiting, with my stick. Since you don`t want to play with me no more.

- (Shhhht, shut up, someone`s coming) Hello nice couple! My name is Bu and they came with me to the beach but no longer wanna play. Can you play with me please? You don`t know how? No problem, I`ll teach. It`s easy, you see? Just have to throw it away and I catch it!

- Oh... No! Wait, that`s not the way! (I`m not feeling ok, I see all white, have I arrived to heaven? I died? You killed me? You bastards!)

- Humm... ok... no, no, don`t worry about me, I`ll be alright. Just me and my stick. Don`t need no one else.

Disney at Facebook

2008-04-24T00:13:00.007+01:00

Peter Pan joined Facebook. 11:34 am

He was sick and tired of being alone at Never Ever`s Land, only with a group of annoying children and Captain Hook. So, decided to connect to the community. Hoping to meet adult, mature people, who have other aims in life, beside making fun of others.

Peter Pan and Captain Hook are now friends. 11:54 am

It is quite amazing. After an entire life being enemies and trying to kill each other, they needed only 20min. on Facebook to become friends. Thank you Facebook. You`ll soon bring peace to the world.

Winnie the Pooh took the quizz Wich Disney character are you? 1:03 pm

He`s in the middle of an identity crisis. Still doesn`t want to believe that he`s doomed to be a sweet teddy bear to the rest of his life.

Captain Hook changed his profile picture. 1:20 pm

Aesthetic matters. With the hook, probably, no model agency would call him. Don`t give up Captain. Keep on trying.

Wendy made a comment on Captain Hook`s photo. 1:22 pm

"Please captain, don`t hide your hook. It made you who you are today. It`s part of you and it justifies your name."

She fucked his attempt of changing his image.

Captain Hook is trying not to commit suicide. 1:25 pm

Pluto joined the group I`d rather die than keep on being a mouse`s pet. 2:05 pm

He woke up with this decision. And he is not turning back. So, in order to make it even stronger, ran to create the group on Facebook. No one else joined. He`s even more depressed. Discovered he`s the only one.

Mickey Mouse forced Pluto to leave the I`d rather die than keep on being a mouse`s pet`s group. 2:06 pm

Daisy is now single. 2:46 pm

She had enough of getting wet each time Donald started to speak. Not to mention kisses.

LandLord

2008-04-07T22:08:00.005+01:00

Here at the nun`s house, my landlord is The Lord himself, of course. It is wonderful, can you imagine?! The holly spirit all around you all the time, taking care of you. And making sure that you are on your way to the light!

This is a daily nightmare. It is quite problematic. Because He sees, knows and can everything.

It`s not because of me. No, I always behave quite well. I`m worrying for the rest of the nuns. They can`t go to the evening prayers without one or two cubatas. I tried to talk to Him and let Him know that if those little blue ladies do that... It`s for Him and for nobody else. Someone told them that drinking has an approaching effect to God and that way it increases the prayers result. It wasn`t me. Well, it`s time to tell you my other problem at the house.

The guinea-pigs in the house are causing me the worse stressful period of my life. Because, in my case, my fear is not only to be banished from the house, but to go to Hell. It seems like those little inhabitants have caused quite an impression to the nuns, that, now, listen to them very often. They gained a powerful position inside the house and I don`t know what else to do in order to save me and the nuns from the eternal doom.

Once again, I tried to intervene, talking to our All Mighty. I explained that those guinea pigs are a bad influence inside the house. And that He should do something to prevent their proliferation. What He told me? To stop complaining and exposing others. To leave those inocent animals at the bathtub and keep on living myself in peace. And without cubatas.

Cata at the Skylab`s

2008-04-04T15:27:00.004+01:00

Hello again. If you no longer remember, my name is Catarina. But you can call me Cat`rina, Catalina or Caterina if you feel like. I`m from Lisboa, Portugal. No, Portugal is not a Spain province. It is an independent country. Portuguese women already have colored clothes. For example, to get a red skirt, we use the rabbit blood and for the yellow ones we use baby piss. So, there`s no need to keep on using only black. And in deed, we do know how to depilate our mustache. With really sharp kitchen knives. I used to study architecture in Lisbon, my favorite city to live, had a normal life, nice weather, beach. But I had to change it, of course. What`s architecture? It`s like an hobby, where you can draw and make little doll`s houses all the time. So, I came to the village. I`ve been here for almost six months. That has been possible thanks to the nun`s house of the village. They took me in and accepted me like an equal. They say to everybody that the house is really old and poor. But we do have a jacuzzi in the living-room, next to the billiards table. And our vestments are from Prada. You want to know more about me? Well. My period is regular thanks to the birth control pills. And no, it didn`t increase my breast size. Maybe it`s because I forget to take it sometimes. Cigarette? I don`t smoke, but if you have maria I may think about it. I`m abble to speak several unknown languages when I`m drunk. You can invite me to a Cubata, yes, of course. No, I won`t go with you to the car, Oh, ok, so I pay it, don`t worry (you bastard). You have to go and buy bread now? But it`s 2am. Ok, bye. Jerk.

My dream

2008-03-13T13:26:00.002Z

Hearing perfectly a totally new music inside my head.
It was completly new-born in there.
A man and a women singing.
Language: portuguese of Brazil.
A duet.
Soft and calm voices.
Beautiful melody and harmony.
Image: the screen of Singstar - bars at a musical guideline, going up and down, fulfilling while they were singing.
Woke up, still remembering parts of the music.
Right now?
Totally lost in space-time.
Hope there`s an archive of dreams somewhere in the Universe.
Maybe in some black-hole.
Otherwise I`ll never, ever, hear the music of my head one more time. Never again.

Catalogia

2008-03-03T00:26:00.006Z

Wanted to give a name to my science... Catarina... Cata + logia seemed fine.

Found the meaning in some dictionaries:

Catalogia - Constant repetition of meaningless words and phrases; seen in schizophrenia. Hypertalkativity, volubility, incoherent unending streams of speech, verbigeration, talkativeness.

Perfect! My name was made for this. I understand it now. The whole meaning of my life, since the beginning. Names are not in your register by chance. You`re giving a mission when you`re born. And it comes with your name.

You`re the blessed ones, because you`re abble to read my enlightened and wize words. That`s the point of me writing the blog. To repeate constantly meaningless words and phrases, incoherent unending streams of speech.

Now I`m a happyer person. I found peace inside of me. When I walk on the street, people have to put sunglasses, because my aura shines so bright. I no longer walk, I slide. When I go to the beach to bathe, I can`t, because the sea opens in front of me. At the lagoons I am not abble to dive, because I walk over the water. And the fishes gather all around me to hear me speak.

P.S.: Also found this website... Hebrew? I dunno! http://www.catalogia.co.il/

A Photo

2008-03-01T21:40:00.004Z

The Sky...

... What the Hell??

Cantoria_December2007

To win power and keep it_The Fidel`s guide

2008-02-24T01:02:00.009Z

How to win power and keep it? Fidel explains it. He took the Master`s degree.

Define objectives. You want to be the leader. Leadership planning. Cuban style. Simple but effective. Knock down the existing leader in a coup. Rule the country with an iron fist for almost 50 years (while you survive to hundreds of assassination attempts). Hold on to the job for as long as it is physically possible. With your teeth if you have to. When, at last, you can`t walk propely (because you fall); you can`t keep on going with your endless speeches (because you faint); you can barely lift your head from your hospital pillow to breathe fire into the face of your comrades... Succesion planing. You deliver the keys of your kingdom to the best man for the job - your loving younger brother, Raúl.

It is quite logical. You already have a certain age, more than 80. So, you delegate your power to your "successor in blood". With more vitality than you. After all, he`s only 76 years old. Oh! But he doesn`t look like. He seems to have only 73. A child, comparing to you.

It is unquestionable that the cigar-loving dictator has his own inimitable style of leadership. He is a character, with a questionable strategy. Because of it, many tried to topple him (topple=kill_Fidel`s dictionnary). And also started to use strategies. ´Acme-like` inventions, more suitable to Bugs Bunny` cartoons. He`s right when says that if surviving assassination attempts were an Olympic event, he would win the gold medal.

I have to admite that I`ve read that the Cubans have a longer life expectancy than many european countries. I was even more surprised to learn that they achieved 99.8% literacy in the country. You want to try to compare it to Europe and America? But then, poverty, lack of liberty. What`s it worth it for. To have a long life, but live it like shit. To know a lot about lots of things and be abble to read about another countries, but aren`t allowed to do what they feel like and go wherever they wish to go. Conversation: the doctor in medicin to Fidel - Hola señor Castro. Yo he ganado un bueno dinero salvando la vida de las personas. Así que ahora puedo comprarme un coche. Usted me lo permite? Fidel answers to him - Cuantas vidas as salvado? A ver... No! Todavia no es suficiente. Te quedan 600 enfermos hasta que puedas comprarlo. Y 200 dellos tienen que padecer de lepra, vale? Venga, chico, mientras tienes tu bici, para llevar tus hijos a la escuela, para que un dia puedan ser medicos como tu!

So what can we learn from Castro's leadership experiences? Work hard to get to the top. Then, work even harder to stay there.

So, if Fidel is reading this from his hospital sick bed, perhaps he should sit up (well, maybe not) and take notice, you're never too old to learn something new: you should never mix family and business. The best man for the job isn't necessarily your brother. Nor is it your best friend, and possibly not even your deputy. Nor your golden fish, or your guinea pig. Nor your canary or your dwarfed rabbit.

(I can say this, because my uncle put his cousin replacing him at the bookstore and it was no good... Went bankrupt. This cousin always new that the uncle sold books. The thing is that what the Cousin really loved to do was japanese origamis. So he saw another purpose to such an amount of paper.)

And when you say you are going, you do need to go. Not to keep your self in the parliement, waiting to be elected to the council of state. Hanging on for longer than is necessary, promising to go, then hanging on some more. And even after the handover, lingering like a bad smell, watching over the shoulder of your successor and sticking your nose in where you no longer should. At this point, you really should GET A LIFE. Or take up golf. (The two are mutually exclusive.)

A good leader will know when the time is right to go. When to give up, stand down, make way for someone younger, smarter, more energetic. And the very best leaders will have selflessly sought the one person that can do the job better than themselves.

Probably, ahead of his own eyes, Fidel was/is a great leader. For him, his little brother surelly fills all the requests above. Well, he certainly assures the most important: younger brothers always listen the older ones.

Why to read the small letters...

2008-02-20T01:53:00.003Z

On every product you buy, there are small letters. Should pay more attention...

For example, look at the ingredientes of barbecue sauce. No one never stops to read them. And the thing is that there is an ingredient called "smoke aroma". What kind of ingredient is this?

"Little John, please, go to the fire down the road and get me some smoke aroma because it has finished and I want to prepare dinner!".

When the cooks are making the sauce, how do they know if it is burning or not? "Doesn`t it smells like burned?" "No, it was me that opened the smoke aroma!".

The condoms say in small letters "to conserve in a cool and dry place". Well, for what we want them for... Neither one nor the other.

Spanish brand of cookies La Mallorquina, manufactured since 1916... With ingredients such as: flour, eggs, butter, emulsifier E461, dextrose, zorbital and potassium sulfate.

Just imagine this cooking-monk from 1916 saying "Sister Ornupeta, please don`t put too much dextrose nor zorbital because then the chaplain will go crazy-excited and we`ll have to give him Diazpam."

Talking about Diazpam. It shouldn`t have so many secondary effect. Because if a tranquilizer have such an enormous list of contraindications... It won`t tranquilize nothing at all.

For starting, Diazpam may cause "sudden anxiety". In case you didn`t have enough already. "hallucinations, excitation and sleeping disorders"... "problems of balance when walking (fallen)"... "yellowish aspect of the skin and the eyes". The thing is: you really won`t care. You`ll be under the pills effect.

The number one of secondary effects will have to be the contraceptive pill. You have a never ending list of them. And they`re not small things. No, you may take with you in that small box breast cancer, thrombosis, etc, etc, etc.

Shooting your knee would have less secondary effects.

To equal us, men would have to triturate the testicules.

2nd thought

2008-02-17T20:08:00.005Z

... Corruption is a word spelled in several languages.

During so many years I didn`t even know the word corruption.

Then, I got to know the word, but I had no idea of the meaning. It was just one more word. And I didn`t want to know what it meant, because it seemed so hard to write!

Then, I understood the concept, but didn`t know about no one who practiced it (I hadn`t visited the Zoo yet).

Later on my extensive life, someone at the TV explained to me, personally, face to face, that lots of portuguese politics and business-men were corrupt.

I thought (for the first time I thought): "Bad portuguese powerfull people. Hope my father isn`t corrupt. Because they talk all the time about corrupt people on the TV. That way all my friends will know my father is a corrupt. Oh, no, he can`t be. He`s not powerfull" (first reasoning of mine).

Then, during years, more and more people, coming from all around the world, entered my living-room and spoke to me. I realised that corruption was not an exclusive portuguese word. And I also realised that I was fucking important, because foreign journalists were coming to talk to me.

One afternoon I went to the Zoo. There I had the biggest disappointment of my life. I`ll share it with you, my dear friends: the zebras are corrupt. I`m sorry for ruining the nice image you had from zebras. They even bribe the director of the Zoo to have more leaves than the deer. And I also discovered that the zebras are not portuguese. They speak another language. They are abble to bribe the director in another language! He must be really smart to speak so many languages. But he`s not smart enough not to be bribed by a zebra. They`re donkey cousins for God sake!

Here in Andaluzia, more specifically in Marbella, they have The Distinct College of Corruption. At the DCC you can graduate only if you`re really good. But you may be sure that if you trust them your son`s future, it will be brilliant. As a matter of fact, to enter in Marbella, you have to pass the border by showing your DCC graduating card. It assures that you`re a certificated corrupt, enabled to corrupt all over the world.

So I say. Corruption can be such a beautiful word. It joins people all over the world, without considering race, religion, nationality, political or sexual orientation... And most of all, corruption it`s a beautiful word, because it made me think for the first and last time of my life.

1st thought

2008-02-17T19:11:00.005Z

... Sex before marriage is such a positive thing.

Therefore, should be approved by all religions and Parents (those are your gods if you`re under 18 - the most severe and powerfull of all gods).

Don`t share this thought of mine with your five legitimate kids. They should not do it for now. With your two bastard children, you may share whatever you want. Who cares. They don`t live with you, and you`ll keep them forever in the basement of the number 13th, on the Hell of the Bastards street. So, probably, they`ll never get to meet someone to have sex with.

Sunday thoughts

2008-02-17T17:42:00.005Z

Usual sunday. Bad weather and nothing to do. Want to go out, but everybody`s sleeping. Prisoners of their own living-rooms. Stucked on magnet sofas. Rolled on extremely ugly robes, taking a nap, in front of the TV. Since is sunday, no mood to study either. So, I surrender to the mass behaviour.

Since I`ve nothing else to do, I start thinking (thing I am not used to do). I believe it is a dangerous activity. Specially when you don`t have a life insurance. Who will support your five legitimate kids, the two illegitimate, your wife to the eyes of God and the other one that only exists to your eyes. And don`t forget your mother-in-law. She would keep telling you, until eternity, about how you shouldn`t have thought so much (after an entire life telling you every second that you weren`t smart enough).

When I think, I do not come up with smart things. Because like everything in life, to do it really well, you need practice. But I`m trying, with such an effort. Jeopardizing my fragile existence. So, please, support me in this.

I think...

...that...

to sleep vs.to wake up

2008-02-05T23:27:00.000Z

You meet a girl and want to take her into your bed. Better saying, into a bed.

Don`t tell her "I want to sleep with you...". No, that`s so rude. Show a bit more of sensibility and imagination.

Better to say "I want to wake up with you...". It will sound much more poetical and the meaning is exactly the same.

You may always add beautiful things such as "...I want to wake up with you in the morning, with the sound of sweet birds and the soft touch of a sun ray in our skin. Then, open my eyes and look to your gentle, perfect face...bla, bla, bla...".

Of course, in the current times, the girl may simply say to you "Fuck off! You wanna do me or not?!".

An eye for an eye... (A tooth for a tooth)!

2008-02-01T16:24:00.000Z

An eye for an eye...

Ok, my friend, let the class begin!

This is a principle of retributive justice. It consists in prescribe to the transgressor a punishment equal to the crime he commited.

That principle is still applied for some extreme western Europe people, as far as I know...

The thing is that they do not know how to use it properly.

So, this is a helping guide, to help those who feel like they have to use it, but aren`t getting the point of how to do it well:

1 - If it is about retributive justice, it means that only makes sense to aplly it with someone who harmed you. ok? not difficult to understand, no?

2 - It makes even less sense when you aplly it to someone who followed your suffering path. what do you think? that everybody is like monkeys? imitating what other has done?

3 - More. Can become cruel when you take an eye out of someone that has already been taken one! don`t forget that most of normal, healthy mind people live by the rule: don`t do to the others ...

4 - According to Mahatma Ghandi, "An eye for an eye, will make the whole world blind." and Guigui is my friend. don`t forget I use to talk with him at the bar, about smart things. so, please, respect him.

So, my friend, to help you in such a difficult task, I also leave you with several advices, since I don`t know what religion or belief do you embrace:

If you`re a Christian - Even though it may be hard to do in practice, pretend that you forgive those who wrong you, rather than seek retribution for a wrong.

If you`re Taoist - Simply accept the infraction and take the least "resistive" action to correct it, if any action need to be taken at all. but you don`t have to offer the other face either! this is also called th "move on" religion.

If you`re a jew - You go to the one who harmed you, and make it pay for it- literarly.

If you`re a Buddist - Have to be careful with karma: one can take retributive action, but that retributive action is not without its consequences, and living on a finite planet guarantees that the suffering incurred by a retributive action will return to the individual who was wronged. so, boomerang effect! it will slap you again in the face.

If you`re more into filosofical rules of fallacy - Two wrongs make a right.

I go now, and leave you with these deep thoughts... Only possible to come from someone who`s a Mahatma Guigui friend. He teaches me everything during our drinking dawns, sitting at the terrace. He. Wearing nothing but his tinny diaper. Yes. He loses one or other drop of piss when we laugh.

The End of The World

2008-01-29T09:43:00.000Z

Back in Spain.

Well, after such a long, long time in Portugal, much more than I thought it would be, I`m again at the end of the world. No, no, no, I`m not saying this in a bad way, no. I believe that the End of The World is the best place on Earth to concentrate on your studies.

As a matter of fact, I arrived saying to everyone:

- "Hello! I`m back!...

- Yes, it was great, everything`s ok...

- Oh, with energy to parties?...

- No, no, no, I come with full batteries to study..."

...If I could put here an expressive face, like we do at the amazing msn, I would put a nauseated one... I became a nerd or what?! Ok, I might be really thinking that way... I am (ashamed face) but I do not need to say it to the world!... To the End of The World!...

The truth is that at the E.T.W., there is much more party then at The Center of The World (you know where it is, no need to explain it). It`s true! Party and drinking all the time, for any reason.

- What?! You farted?! Lets party!.... So, tapas at 21h, then boteillon at my place, we`ll fart a lot and then bar, ok? GUYS!!! THE FART`S PARTY THIS EVENING! Oh! Don`t forget to bring your gas mask.

The next big party that is approaching here at the ETW, the same way that at the CTW, is the Carnival. But of course, this week, they are already preparing parties to decide what to do at the Carnival!

So... Why do I say that this is the best place on Earth to concentrate on studies?

No gifts this year

2007-12-15T21:33:00.000Z

I believe that I`m being punished for doing a bad thing. I`ve said the other day, just to make people jealous, that the weather here was great, with such a good temperature. This week, it started to get so, so cold... But that doesn`t make me worry. What really worries me is the fact that Christmas is coming.

As you might know, only good girls, who behaved well during the last year, are going to receive presents from Santa Claus. I was quite sure that I had been good in this 2007... Until now. Now I`m afraid that I won`t receive any gift, not even one.

Anyway, I still have some hope, so I`ll hang my boot on the fireplace. Maybe baby Jesus likes me, because I was born in the same day that he did, and talks with St. Claus, and that way I might receive something.

One day in Almeria city

2007-12-14T14:47:00.000Z

Ok, so I had an amazing quick visit to the city of Almeria with some local girlfriends - went yesterday at 9h and arrived today at 12h.

Yesterday`s morning, visit to Almeria`s University campus. Nice place, in front of the sea, with palm trees. Big space, lots of buildings. Constructing more and a climatized swimming pool. Bike renting. Free laptop loan. Coffee at the esplanade, watching the outdoor`s classe of the Sport`s career (cool classes running around and cool coffee with sunglasses, looking at those cool guys). A band, composed by boys from the university was playing at the auditorium. Typical spanish sound and voice. It sounded quite well! Watched the buildings architecture, of course. Overwhelming round-shaped library. Had lunch there, at the campus... F#ck!ng good food!

First entrance in to a spanish Carrefour. An experience to keep inside my heart forever...

Arrived to the friend`s flat, also typical siesta until 5 pm, completly nestled in the sofa.

Up, up, up, cause time is short. Where else could 4 girls go at that time? To the shopping... But no shopping in fact... cinema! A bit shitty animation movie "Donkey Xote".

Buy whiskey and rum.

Tapa`s dinner at a very, very small restaurant. Really bad beer.

Arriving to the flat. Drink whiskey and rum. Eat Doritos with Snikers (as a matter of fact, it was only me eating). I can`t stop eating lately. I believe I have a taenia (the solitary one!). She must be my new pet.

Trying to put sexy clothes and war paintings to look nice... Failed mission.

Taxi, disco I, walk, disco II, walk, talking guys in the street, bar I, walk, talked to gay guys in the street, bar II(totaly crowded, can`t move, nice place to the guys, that HAVE to be glued to girls all the time), walk, disco I (drinking fast!can`t stop / decided that guys are definetly like vultures / running from guys that were presenting themselfs to my girls...both groups staring at me, thinking:"what the hell is she doing, dancing alone, giving us her backs?!" / saying to others "what?!not spanish, can`t understand" / threaded my thumb in to a stranger boy`s mouth, felt the teeth... don`t ask why or how / missing girlfriend, in the middle of the night...found her restrained by her own excrement at a WC...cleaning it from the wall with toillete paper...hope she only does it when drunk...tells me:"Don`t you dare to get in here!" / doorman with big muscles worried with my feet pain "uuhh... los pies? uuuiii...", telling me the Taxi number... thank you very much, but I haven`t asked / my shoe ended in the middle of the road... don`t ask either), taxi, flat.

Slept 3 hours.

Came home.

The End.

Drink to win!

2007-12-09T02:06:00.000Z

I`ve just arrived from the bar. Yes, I say "the bar" and not "a bar", because we go there several days per week. It became one of those familiar places, where you know the owners and employees and treat them as friends. It`s nice.

Sometimes, at fridays and saturdays, they make there parties of something: cubata`s party, Heineken party... That means that each time you ask that thing, you win a surprise gift, like: caps, pins, knapsacks, t-shirts, little things to hang on the mobil-phone, etc.

It is a success, really. I don`t know why, but the truth is that everybody wants those gifts like crazy. Competing to see who wins the sweat-shirt! But the truth is that at the end, you don`t give a shit. You arrive at your room and throw it to the corner and the only ones that are going to use it are the friends that share the space with you: little and gentle bugs. If you have the sad idea of heroicly offer it to other, at the beginning you`ll look pretty cool... But when that person arrives to her room, she`ll throw it the same way and that`s when she`ll think "What shitty gift! What the f!u3ck am I going to do with this?" That`s when the small inhabitants triumph again!

Andaluzian subjects

2007-12-08T16:42:00.000Z

Everybody as the idea that the southern Europe, close to the Mediterranean sea, as a really good weather, hot and all. More: Portugal makes part of that beautiful idea of Paradise, that foreigners have. Well... Here, in Andaluzia, I am witnessing that, more than ever! A totally stupid temperature to this time of the year. Hot and sunny. There`s no need to put scarfs, big jackets like blankets, gloves, caps... Whatever that might keep you from showing your winding body to the world! And I`m not saying this just to make you jealousie.

So, I say, that this is a nice place to spend your winter. As a matter of fact, this place is full of english people! I believe that they thought the same, but not only to the winter... But for the rest of their life.

You see, you go on the road and look to the car that`s in front of you and... AHAHAH! There is nobody driving. Well, that, or it`s a very small person. But when you look closer, the driver`s seat stays on the right. Uff! Or you go to the supermarket, dentist, bar, etc., and see spanish people, locals, confused speaking to someone: that someone surely is british... You look to the croud and see blond heads, white skin and light eyes: for sure, "your majesty people".

I wonder what made all this gentlemans leave that glamorous country. And I bet that it was because of the fog (better saying, the smog!). Sick and tired of inhale monoxide and all, believing that all the little molecules of their bodies were changing, something like that.

But why here?! Why so many here?! They are like a closed community, that decided to live here, but, however, they do not try to speak spanish most of the time. Of course! What for? English is a universal language, but they`ve choose the worse country to do that: spanish people stink in what regards to english language: writing, reading, speaking, understanding... Really...(Not only in english, but also in mathematic - they have one of the lowest level in this discipline in Europe!) Oh! now that I`m talking about it, I discovered another reason why they came here to live. They phone home and say:"Hey you guys! Come here, because it`s the only place of the world where nobody understands what we say! That way we can insult them all the time."

But, those english... They want to be well received here, make part of this new world for them, feel inserted... Humm... I wonder how, if they do not make an effort, to adapt to the local culture. At least the language, for God sake!

¡Vete a dormir!

2007-12-04T00:57:00.001Z

Lembram-se de um post que escrevi aqui, em que falava de um programa de TV daqui?
Pois bem, é um programa que dá aqui à noite durante a semana, no Canal Cuatro e é um fartote de rir.
No post falava especificamente da parte final, em que mandavam os meninos dormir. No entanto! em vez de ser com uma coisa toda fofinha e pipi tipo "Os Patinhos", é com os bonecos do programa - as formigas - e com uma música, letra e imagens um bocado hard-core!... ADOREI :p
Assim sendo, aqui o têm, acabadinho de sair do "Youtube":

Ermida

2007-11-14T17:01:00.000Z

Acabei de chegar a casa. A seguir ao almoÇo decidi ir dar uma passeio sozinha pela Vila para desenhar (a ver se nao lhe perco o jeito).

Comecei a subir e fui até à Ermida. Quando cheguei lá acima... Bem... Foi assim um momento "daqueles". Nao havia mais ninguém ali, nem sequer perto e o único barulho que se ouvia era o do vento (que nao era pouco). A primeira visao que se tem é uma grande área de chao ladrilhado, cor de terr,a com pequenas oliveiras plantadas seguindo uma geometria meticulosa, encerradas em canteiros. Numa ponta, por entre as oliveiras, via-se um aglomerado de cactos e a toda a volta as montanhas. A quebrar esse pano de fundo estava a Ermida, que ali tao isolada, apesar de ser muito simples, torna-se imponente.

Só queria que estivessem ali comigo para sentirem como eu, aqui nao vou conseguir explicar...

O Sol já estava a baixar e nessa altura do dia, parece que tudo fica mais poético e com uma vida qualquer que nao tem durante o dia.

O desenho de linhas paralelas e perpendiculares do chao era imperativo: "dirige-te para aqui ou para aqui, mas parada aí na entrada nao podes ficar!" e lá comecei a andar por um dos lados da ermida. Era assim uma sensaÇao idílica, sei lá. Pode parecer parvo, mas desde que cheguei, este foi o sítio mais bonito onde estive. Ou melhor, o momento mais bonito onde estive.

Continuei a andar devagar e sentei-me ao pé de um pinheiro grande que apoiava toda a sua sombra na ermida. As montanhas têm um desenho tao suave aqui. Aqui, as montanhas ondulam.

Comecei a desenhar a carvao, mas aquilo em que mais reparei o tempo todo foi no amarelo cada vez mais torrado do pôr-do-Sol. Olhei para trás e pensei que descobri o sítio perfeito, o sítio onde o Sol de certeza se prefere pôr. Foi qualquer coisa...vè-lo a esconder-se cada vez mais atrás das montanhas, e a deixar para trás uma tinta qualquer que dourava tudo: os meus cabelos, a minha folha, as paredes da ermida, as folhas das oiveiras, as pinhas, o chao, os telhados das casas... Ali temos a vila aos nossos pés, como um aglomerado de chapéus.

Hora de ir para casa, com a certeza de voltar amanha e sempre que apetecer. É sem dúvida o meu sítio especial aqui e assim, aqui, já me sinto mais especial.

No caminho muitos miúdos a brincar. Parece que todos acharam graÇa à minha bóina, porque paravam a olhar:)

Raciocínio

2007-11-09T11:44:00.000Z

Desde que cheguei a Espanha, do que bebo no bar, ainda só paguei uma Cubata. O resto pagaram-me.

A semana passada ganhei nos dardos e quem tinha de me pagar bebidas nao pagou.

Será que vale a pena hoje esforÇar-me por ganhar de novo?

Telegráfico

2007-11-08T01:37:00.000Z

Tenho para contar coisas boa, nao muito má e muito má. Nao apetece escrever muito...

Boa: finalmente comecei ginásio!

Nao muito má (podia ser pior) : queimei testa água ferver!

Muito má: nem apetece escrever outra vez sobre... Já escrevi na botica...

Simplesmente

2007-10-30T11:49:00.000Z

Gosto mesmo de estar com muitas pessoas pá!

Galego/Português:descobrir diferenÇas

2007-10-28T15:47:00.000Z

O que é que se faz quando um espanhol amigo de amigos, o Guillermo, está podre de bêbedo e insiste que se falar comigo em Galego, é igual ao português. Já para nao falar que estou à porta do bar a querer sair porque estao à minha espera e ele nao se cala, ainda me diz: "Yo sé, yo sé lo que hacen allí, en portugues es: vao para a rua para as caralhadas. Es así, no?"... Ora e isto insistentemente, sem o querer mandar calar, mas...

Ora.... Que é que se diz numa situaÇao destas?... "NAO!"

Parece que "caralhadas" lá na Galícia significa "festas". Bom... Lá lhe tentei explicar que em portugal dizer a alguém que "vais para as caralhadas" ou "vais fazer caralhadas", nao seria uma história com final feliz.

Pies del arco-iris

2007-10-25T19:04:00.000+01:00

Después de una tarde nublada, oscura estudiando....

... los miro!!!! :-p

Donde me llevarán?!

Animal de hábitos

2007-10-25T17:59:00.000+01:00

O Homem é mesmo um animal de hábitos. E a mulher também. Por isso eu nao sou excepÇao.

Depois de ter comeÇado aqui um tipo de vida tao diferente do que tenho levado, já comeÇo a criar algumas raízes e a repetir acÇoes do dia-a-dia.

Por exemplo:

Acordo sempre entre as 11h e o 12h.

Abro a janela do quarto.

Como cereais com leite e uma peÇa de fruta.

Venho fazer a cama, fecho a janela e vou tomar banho.

A partir daí o dia já varia com mais uma ou duas opÇoes! Ou vou às compras antes de almoÇo, almoÇo por aqui tardiamente ou em casa dos pais do meu cunhado.

Se almoÇo lá, pois a seguir é provável que vá tomar café ao Skylab com a Mari e dois dedos de conversa.

Posso também vir para casa estudar, ou dormir sesta ou ver televisao.

Ao fim do dia, por volta das 20h, para o bar tomar uma cerveja ou um tinto de verano. Se o dia seguinte é dia de trabalho, voltamos a casa por volta das 22h ou coisa que o valha, janto e vejo um filme ou vamos a uma sessao de Wii ou PlayStation ou de Singstar. Se é sexta ou sábado à noite, depois do jantar, empiriquitamo-nos (ou nao!) e voltamos para os bares (agora para umas cubatas, conversas interessantes e pipas) ou para alguma festa numa cidadela próxima.

Ao domingo, ou excepcionalmente ao sábado, é dia de almoÇar fora. Daqueles almoÇos que comeÇam às 14h e acabam às 18h.

Pronto, acho que estes sao aqueles hábitos fixos, sujeitos a alteraÇoes sem aviso prévio. O resto é preenchido com coisas nao fixas que fazem parte da vida! Credo! Djisas!

E vocês? Que é que andam a fazer?

New pets

2007-10-25T01:18:00.000+01:00

I have some new pets here.

One it´s always with me, while I wash the dishes. She stays steady on my shoulder watching all my moves and doesn´t go away. Although, she should wear glasses or something, because it is not normal, that she sees everything squared. Yep, she´s my fly Ascencion.

Then, I also have another that goes totally excited, jumping around, when I decide to go to the garden. He´s name is Godofredo, my sweet grasshopper. He is kind of stressed out with anything. He shouldn´t have such a nervous movements. Anyway...

The next one, has a sleeping disorder, lots of insomnias. And I have to say that it is becoming a problem to me. When I want to sleep... That´s when she goes hiperactive, trying to wake me up several times to play, making noise close to my ear and coming against my face and all! I say: you have to slow down Maricruz! Go and play with your sisters that are resting on the ceiling of the other room, close to the lamp.

Well and the last one (for now!) it´s so funny. Love´s to set some tricks, all over the house in order to catch me. For example, to hang almost invisible lines, from wall to wall, to see if I fall down! You silly little Paquita, the charming spider...

Now it´s time to go. Maricruz doesn´t stop already. I have to put her outside or slap her to see if she calms down.

I just want to say...

2007-10-23T23:36:00.000+01:00

And what if I could tell you one thing?

And you could understand exactly what I mean...

I have so many things to say.

My head´s spinning like 300/h.

Lots of this thoughts, I want to hide, others I want to shout, others just talk about.

I want to say.

I want, just... But I... Ohhh... Just trying to explain!

Will you understand? If I try to say everything I feel tonight?

If it was possible, I would just want to say...

This... "This"... THIS is all so big, bigger than me and yet I want to embrace it all.

I know I can do it, because I want to.

I know that even if it comes tumbling around when I pull it, I will catch everything I need.

Have you ever felt like if your heart is jumping so much that it will come out of your chest?

Or like you are so calm in the middle of the storm, because you know that after that it can´t be worst...So you just don´t bother and smile inside.

Even if bad memories bring sadness, what comes ahead is so much more important.

Because there is so much more in front.

And you have all your life in your hands.

What you do with it... It´s only your responsability....

And that´s so good... When you decide to be able to do it.

Can you see how ridiculous it was? Yes, that... That that kept pulling you to the ground.

And you´re so much more, beyond all of that.

And the best of you is always to come.

It´s like if you are always allowed to arrive again.

To the eyes of the people?...

I rather be an alien than a robot.

... I still have so much more to say...

At the bar

2007-10-21T01:41:00.000+01:00

After some beers and cubatas, I become spanish.
There are no words that I can´t say or understand. I´m able to have smart and fluent conversations about the economical issues of western europe and the global warming, with anyone that´s at the bar (even if it is Mahatma Gandhi).
Yep, when I drink, I become more inteligent too.
You should try it.

To my beloved cats

2007-10-17T09:50:00.000+01:00

I´m sure that my cats think that I´m dead… Or that I left them abandoned with my parents, because I got sick of them. I believe I prefer the first option.
Anyway, I wonder what will they think when I arrive for Christmas? And then come and leave them again. It will be like if I tried one more time, but it was no good.
So, a message to my beloved cats: it was not your fault. You are wonderful, anyone can see that. I´m the complicated one, I´m sorry. I´m no good for you. I still love you some how , that has never changed. And I don´t know if some day it will, even if I get another pets. I still want to be with you, but it can´t be now.
So, for all of you that are reading this, if it seems like I don´t love them enough, or that I already have another pet and that this is all that same old conversation… You are wrong! Come on! I am not that kind of person.

Hey!

2007-10-15T11:02:00.000+01:00

Que no tengo miedo de vivir !

¿ Y tu ?

Por aqui...

2007-10-13T11:13:00.000+01:00

Novo idioma.
Gente nova.
Sítio muito diferente.
Sentimento velho camuflado.
EmoÇoes novas.
Montanhas à volta.
Laranjeiras no jardim.
Bicicletas.
Mercado de socializaÇao com legumes, fruta, doces e salgados e roupa.
Tabernas típicas para tapas e cerveja.
Quarto semi-personalizado (metade das fotos de amigos na parede).
Tardes de estudo a fingir.
Irma grávida com medo que nao corra bem de novo.
Plantas simpáticas roubadas do jardim por pessoas más.
Igreja em obras.
Festas de villa.
Botellons pela noite fora.

O mood da tarde...Qualquer coisa assim

2007-10-11T18:35:00.000+01:00

Someone`s sneaking out
Somewhere around
Is living his life, breaking on down
Is coming up now
Experiencing everything
I don´t know who, don´t know where and what
What´s happening?
A lot, a lot, the most I hope
For we, for us
Cause one day, one day
I´ll find out …you
We´ll discover us
The right time, the now
Will be then
Will be the right time
Lived what there was to live
The right time, in the right time
Untill then, I´ll just wish
Wish your life is full
Dream your life is Big
I want you to be in storms
And see lots of different sunshines
Wish it for you and for me
´till you find me
untill we find us…

É que está de chuva e a trovejar...:)e passo a tarde a estudar...

Fazer ó-ó

2007-10-09T18:27:00.000+01:00

Lembram-se do Vitinho? E dos Patinhos? Tudo para dizer aos meninos para irem fazer ó-ó de uma maneira muito doce, apelativa, fofinha.
Pois adorei, adorei essa hora do ó-ó aqui no canal Cuatro. Passo a explicar. No meio de um programa tipo talk show e com sketchs, dois bonecos (tipo marretas) residentes no meio da mesa do programa,tudo para rir. Ontem a convidada até era uma jornalista que escreveu um livro chamado "sexualmente". De repente comeÇa uma música toda rockalhada, tudo no programa a danÇar e a cantar aos gritos com uma letra cómica do tipo "vai dormir, que já nao pintas nada aqui, que os teus pais precisam de viver. vai dormir que tens os olhos todos vermelhos de sono (e depois entram os 2 bonecos marados), vai dormir senao o cérebro vai-te secar..." ! Ai, assim é que é, de pequenino é que se torce o pepino!

Singstar e espanholadas

2007-10-08T00:12:00.001+01:00

Foi preciso vir para Espanha para descobrir que o Singstar é uma curtiÇao! (Passo a publicidade...). Eu que já estava doente, com a garganta toda lixada, amanha nem sequer consigo falar. Mas vai valer a pena, só pelas gargalhadas que nos obriga a soltar.

É giro (sem graÇa nenhuma): agora, com cada espanholito novo que falo (amigos ou família do cunhado), tenho sempre a mesma conversa. Até já sei as palavras de cor: por quanto tempo vou cá ficar, porquê, e depois para onde vou, bla, bla, bla.

Cada vez que falo em ir estudar para Granada, Madrid, tudo bem, mas quando falo em Barcelona assustam-se! Porque para estudar lá tenho de saber catalao!!! Vamos a ver...

ComeÇou

2007-10-06T17:42:00.002+01:00

ComeÇo aqui a escrever quase um dia depois de ter chegado a Cantoria.
Estes últimos dias em Lisboa, foram passados meio a flutuar. Como disse um amigo meu, "á espera que o tempo passasse". Nao estava ansiosa nem deixava de estar, sei lá... Acho que esta era a expressao que melhor se adequava a mim "Sei lá".
Lá passaram as despedidas com os amigos. Gostei muito de todas (se é que se pode gostar de despedidas) e gosto muito de todos... Nao ouve lágrimas graÇas a Deus e como esperado, porque esses ambientes nao sao propicios a lágrimas. Deve ser essa uma das razoes pela qual nos atraem tanto.
Pois ontem, depois de almoÇo, chegou a hora H. A hora de partir, onde tudo se tormou realmente realidade e deixou de ser apenas aquela converseta que se tem com um e com outro. Muita família em casa para a despedida, como se quer... E foi aí que lá comecei a sentir um apertozito na garganta: ("Ai, nao pode ser, credo, nao vais chorar!") E despedi-me de todos com um beijinho rápido, sem olhares pelo meio. A mae e o pai vieram cá abaixo. E foi quando fechei a porta do carro, carregado de mim em sacos e bolsinhas, que olhei para e eles e para os olhos chorosos deles... Que os meus também ficaram... Mas como diz a Pauli "Ó! Por amor de Deus!" :) Passou
Mas a sensaÇao desta viagem, principalmente dos primeiros quilómetros, nao a esqueÇo. Só sentindo.
Acabei a noite já aqui, na cama com a minha irma a ver um filme no portátil, dobrado em esoanhol, claro! "Miss. Potter". É giro, aprovado, vejam.
Hoje foi um dia de madorna. Acordar tarde, comer bem tarde no terraÇo, a olhar para as montanhas e sentir a brisa que aliviava o calor. Depois das arrumaÇoes chegou a família do meu cunhadito espanhol e lá estive eu a entendê-los e a eventualmente tentar exprimir-me, bem ou mal, que mais nao posso fazer :p
Agora tenho de ir arranjar-me porque logo há festa em Albox, na vila ao lado, e parece que tenho de me aperaltar um bocadinho. Mas tenho muito mais para dizer! Assim que tiver um bocadinho com mais calma, só para mim cá volto.