4 years without a post.
But I am back.
I am back after retreating in a dark cave in my mind.
I am back after moving to Los Angeles and back.
I am back after moving back and to London.
There are many a moment to remember I did not write about...
There are many a tear, many laughter... I did not write about.
But I am back.
And I am poor, and tired, and overworked, and sad, and happy, and tired, and poor...
BUT I AM BACK :D!!!!!
Monday, June 22, 2015
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Democracy
Bad times when a referendum is considered anti-democratic. Governments not asking questions to the people, because they know the answer is something they do not want to hear.
Germany trying to control Europe through economy, ignoring the European institutions.
USA trying to destroy the Euro.
Riche people becoming richer. Poor people becoming poorer.
And education systems being dismantled. Education is the only option for the people. Only educated citizens will be able to fight this crisis.
Germany trying to control Europe through economy, ignoring the European institutions.
USA trying to destroy the Euro.
Riche people becoming richer. Poor people becoming poorer.
And education systems being dismantled. Education is the only option for the people. Only educated citizens will be able to fight this crisis.
Samhein
Samhein came. I have not celebrated it yet. Didn't have time.
But it did not matter. Somehow I remembered people gone. Friends that crossed the veil. People who passed away.
Rosario, my mum's friend who used to saw like an angel.I thought about her when I was making my costume with my mum.Teresa, my friend who sawed the beautiful dress I wore in that theatre play. Who died of cancer some years ago.
And Laura, my friend who left us this year.I think about her every single time I put some make up on. Every time.Last August, a few months after she had died I had a dream. I was with my mum, and Laura and her daughter, watching a TV series with Richard Chamberlain. I had forgotten she liked him so much. So we were sitting on her couch, watching it, and she was smiling because she liked it. And then I turned round and said to my mother "But, this is not real. Laura is dead. This can't be real. She is dead.". And I woke up in tears. She was one of the most caring, loving people I will ever meet in my life. She worked so hard all her life, so hard. So good. I always have her in my heart.
Death makes you stop. It makes you think about what is real, and what is not. About what is important and what is not.
Somebody said that when someone dies, you not only loose the person who passes away. you also loose part of yourself. You loose what you were for that person. You stop being a mother, a cousin, a lover, a friend...And that part of you is buried with the person you loved.
There are some things in life that nobody ever teaches you to deal with. And I do not seem to learn either.
But it did not matter. Somehow I remembered people gone. Friends that crossed the veil. People who passed away.
Rosario, my mum's friend who used to saw like an angel.I thought about her when I was making my costume with my mum.Teresa, my friend who sawed the beautiful dress I wore in that theatre play. Who died of cancer some years ago.
And Laura, my friend who left us this year.I think about her every single time I put some make up on. Every time.Last August, a few months after she had died I had a dream. I was with my mum, and Laura and her daughter, watching a TV series with Richard Chamberlain. I had forgotten she liked him so much. So we were sitting on her couch, watching it, and she was smiling because she liked it. And then I turned round and said to my mother "But, this is not real. Laura is dead. This can't be real. She is dead.". And I woke up in tears. She was one of the most caring, loving people I will ever meet in my life. She worked so hard all her life, so hard. So good. I always have her in my heart.
Death makes you stop. It makes you think about what is real, and what is not. About what is important and what is not.
Somebody said that when someone dies, you not only loose the person who passes away. you also loose part of yourself. You loose what you were for that person. You stop being a mother, a cousin, a lover, a friend...And that part of you is buried with the person you loved.
There are some things in life that nobody ever teaches you to deal with. And I do not seem to learn either.
Friday, June 24, 2011
Everything at the same time
So this is it, the irst weeken after Litha. And here we go. Something has made everything come together this weekend.
Saturday 9 pm: Band concert. I had less than a week to learn the music.
Sunday 6:30 pm: Flamenco show. I danc 3 dances.
Sunday 9:30 pm: Theatre play. As usual, one hour on stage non stop :)
All this mied with the endo of year assessment, meetings, and of course, the school show, and the preparation for July Masters degree.
Everything on the same day:)
Hold on there...I'll tell how everything went.. soon :D
Saturday 9 pm: Band concert. I had less than a week to learn the music.
Sunday 6:30 pm: Flamenco show. I danc 3 dances.
Sunday 9:30 pm: Theatre play. As usual, one hour on stage non stop :)
All this mied with the endo of year assessment, meetings, and of course, the school show, and the preparation for July Masters degree.
Everything on the same day:)
Hold on there...I'll tell how everything went.. soon :D
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Why am I bisexual?
Every man I meet makes me a bit more lesbian.
Every woman I meet makes a bit more heterosexual.
Every woman I meet makes a bit more heterosexual.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
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