It's all a matter of perspectives.
The ones I don't see.
Happy 26th of July!
Happy 26th of July!
Saturday, 26 July 2014
Monday, 21 April 2014
Y nos queda sus libros
He descubierto un viernes en Barcelona , mas exactamente en Sant Joan Despi, la muerte de este gran autor con quien he aprendido un espanol mas que todas palabras.
hay manera de pagar sus respetos, Para mi, tengo en mi memoria este momento, cuyo ha cruzado un otro lugar, este del cementario de los libros olvidados dentro de las ramblas de Zafon.
Vivir para contarla. Este gran autor, sus mundos tan buenos, sus parafos sin fin, historias de verdad ilusion, cada uno, una llave hasta un mundo que se puede entender mejor.
Muchissima gracias por todas las emociones que me has dado.
Y nos queda Macondo.
Siempre,
Dare you dream
PS: En el mismo tiempo que este blog tenia sus 20000 visitas (gracias), este el 369 post, bueno tiempo para concluir, y preparar mi viaje hasta Columbia.
Saturday, 29 March 2014
Keep going
A little personal message, not in an e-bottle
Maybe too egocentric, to paraphrase Lady Gaga, no poker face, living life my way:
I've been to Senegal, Peru, Russia & Ukraine,
I've studied in England, France & Spain
I've walked from Cambodia, Mexico, Cuba, San Salvador to Morocco
I've loaded Google to the top,
And had to start another one.
I've worked in Spain, England, France, and Germany,
I'm working in Switzerland for others wonderlands
I've travelled so far, so closed
In Europe, Western, Soutnern, Northern, Eastern and Central
Met people that made it all far better.
Wonderful memories, vivid ones that keeps me going
Yet, I still haven't found what I'm looking for.
Freedom is just another word for missing someone
So keep going.
Boing, Boing, Boing
Get to the unknown
Outside in the street, he isjoining three other expatriates. Internship over.
Bernd from Hambourg, Javier from Cordoba, and Peter from Bristol. Xavier arrives, shakes hands, and a long discussion starts:
Xavier -Je ne comprends pas
Javier - Ah porque? lo he dicho muy bien y muy lento.
Xavier - Si mais je crois que j’ai un problème avec l’accent.
Bernd - Was hast du gesagt, ich habe nicht verstanden. Kannst Du sagen noch einmal?
Xavier - Oui, alors ce soir on va du côté du Standing Pig boire une petite pinte
Bernd- Was passiert morgen Abend ?
Javier - Te vas manana? A donde ?
Peter- Getting nowhere so far, I believe it’s time to speak in English,At least, that
willmake everybody getting a grasp. Tonight we’re going to this pub, the standing pig, am I right, Xavier?
Xavier – Ouais.
Javier – Entonces, we’re going a este bar, al fin del camino Peter – Yep, let s go there,
it’s time to celebrate the end of our placement! Xavier – Oui, merci de l‘invitation. Je ne savais pas, Félicitations. Je dois juste come back to my car prendre mon portefeuille Inside the
pub,
Xavier - qu est ce que vous voulez boire? Moi, je prends un verre de
vin.
Bernd – Was? Was wollen wir zutrinken... Keine Ahnung, fur mir, ein
Massbier.
Javier- Tomar una copa, porque no, tres chupitos de Tequila!
Peter - Yes and for me I will take a lager.
TV is introducing one game of Football, a crowd is gathering around the
screen.
Peter – Oh look perfect time, it s Manchester City against Fulham
Bernd – Wo ist Fulham? Peter – a suburb of London.
Xavier – Ok, at least better than ligue 1, but je ne connais pas ces
équipes.
Xaviertakes the orders and starts serving the others. First of many, they
cheer.
Xavier- Santé
Bernd – Prost
Javier – Salud !
Peter – Cheers.
Peter is deeply absorbed by the TV, Javierturns around and sees one friend
:
Javier – Mira, es Laura, vamos ...
Peter- ok, will join you later. Football cannot wait, can it? Everyone grabs a sit, and
gathers around the table.
Laura – Ciao Javier, come va?
Javier – muy bien, la fin de mi curso, estamos celebrandolo. Parlare un poquito
espanol?
Laura – tutto bene.
Javier – Estoy con amigos, aqui Bernd de Alemania, Xavier de Francia y Peter, al fronte de
la tele, de aqui
Laura – encantado a todos. So I’m Laura, this is Paola, and there
Anna.
Xavierdoes the traditionnal French smackygreeting.– Enchanté.
A discussion, no tail, no head, starts to be created. They spoke about how they arrived
here, where they live, what s going on in their life. English is the diamond opening the door to all windows. Javier continues speaking to Laura in Spanish. Groups are forming. Bernd from Munich
stays with Paola, from the North of Italy. Xavier starts speaking to the person sitting next
Xavier – So you’ve been here for a long time, never wanted coming back
?
Anna - yes, everyday, but hey, given the situation, quite happy to be down here and have a
job. And you, what s for you next?
Xavier – I don’t really know, enjoying my job so far. Watching quickly the table, waiting
for an answerhe s going on:
Xavier - Regarde moi tout ça, elle est pas belle l’Europe???
Bernd and Xavier cheers.
Anna – Si molto bene. I am going to Oslo this week end, and I came back from Prague, was
amazing
Discussion continues, are distorted and starts getting alcoholised. Xavier, himself, cannot
really go back to his place in this state, where is his place?
So, Then comes your decision.You can choose to continue. What happens next? I don t know. I
am 29 and back at school, why would I know? Why should I know?
Getting to the unknown and forgetting the Y. Simply as done.
Saturday, 15 March 2014
Another Run and Plouf
In 1998, my first concert in what was a big town for me at the time, first concert and this beautiful song.
Fear of the dark. Fear of ones nourishing the others' fear. I was lucky to have had some others in life that grope my feet to the the pragmatic ground, and gets what never lost me then: a smile on life, a trust in others.
I have been educated in the belief never and always are only sarcastic words. Will never forget that, will never forget you.
You have only one life. "Everybody dies, not everybody smiles."
If I may, make it worth.
And the last drop dripping
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Fear of the dark. Fear of ones nourishing the others' fear. I was lucky to have had some others in life that grope my feet to the the pragmatic ground, and gets what never lost me then: a smile on life, a trust in others.
I have been educated in the belief never and always are only sarcastic words. Will never forget that, will never forget you.
You have only one life. "Everybody dies, not everybody smiles."
If I may, make it worth.
Fais ce dernier pas, en direction de
And the last drop dripping
Monday, 10 March 2014
Driving it all
A brain dreaming away from pain, A heart constantly refreshing himself,
Left out in a bright darkness
Overwhelmed in this night
Standing by this big bright smile
doing excess in this real mess
I didn't look to be right
I didn't sustain any lie
I drove, I crashed,
total reboot, what's next?
what's next
Filling the void, escaping space
I finally get some rest
lost into the crowd, I like it
no way around, only a treat
I drove,
I crashed,
Out of a coma,
No more dogma,
'Cause then came the door,
It opened again.
Didn't think twice
and I jumped again
'cause it means so much.
I forgot this rush,
this dear adrenaline
That's lush.
I drove,
I crashed,
I drove again,
And again,
And again.
Tuesday, 4 March 2014
On the road, I go II
The past 2 months went in a fast paced mode, thankfully given the . And finally reaching the shores of a lake. So, a post in pictures
Berlin in Winter
33 44 55
Neuchâtel
On bended knees, is no was to be free. Facing the challenges I am always eager to meet in my personnal (setting up somewhere else) and professionnal (moving away from the ultra stable world of aerospace) life. I am very much challenges. Time will be the best assessor of my spirit.
And kind of a feeling from the French I cannot forget, I finally opened a swiss bank account. Love the feeling.
Here what welcomed me as i stepped inside the hotel of neuchatel, a magazine called la cote Genève, number 61, with an insert about a guy I haven't read since reading his books 8 years ago, and kind of feeling a vibe behind the lines I might enjoy:
Extract
And kind of a feeling from the French I cannot forget, I finally opened a swiss bank account. Love the feeling.
Here what welcomed me as i stepped inside the hotel of neuchatel, a magazine called la cote Genève, number 61, with an insert about a guy I haven't read since reading his books 8 years ago, and kind of feeling a vibe behind the lines I might enjoy:
Extract
Frédéric Beigbeder will host the event for the second time : « It’s your own version of the Oscars ! How could I say no ! «. It might also be a nice diversion : in the midst of the hubbub surrounding the parliamentary debates about a possible law aiming at punishing clients of prostitutes, Frédéric Beigbeder caused a ruckus with the publication of his « manifesto » Don’t touch my whore, in which Beigbeder and his acolytes hope to broadcast their opinions regarding what they see as a certain ambient French conformity and political correctness. It’s not surprising how popular he’s become in the French media... So is Beigbeder a rebel of the French Republic ? Sitting before him, it’s almost hard to believehe could be such a man, as he gracefully welcomes us. We start slowly with questions about his new job as editor-in-chief of the magazine Lui. With a myriad of magazines today, we couldn’t imagine how one dedicated to revealing pictures of pretty girls could possibly fit in. Is this Frédéric Beigbeder’s reactionary side ? In any case, it is an undeniably nostalgic endeavour, and a spur-of-the-moment decision – Beigbeder repeatedly claims to have bought the magazine in a flight of fancy, the consequence of « a childish whim. » Bingo ! The first edition sold 300,000. Is it just a matter of curiosity ? Perhaps, though it must also be more than that, since the second edition sold around 180,000 copies. « It was a whim, but it turned out well, » he smiles. « We wanted to start a magazine that would fight against the world’s apathy ». Anti-blues, anti-crisis and anti-depression – is that also why Beigbeder started campaigning about the MagdaAntoniuk delicate subject of prostitution ? « I did it because I’m a masculinist and I want to defend the rights of heterosexual men who are lost, and who are slowly becoming extinct. » Must you really fight against feminism to fight for men ? « I’ve become accustomedto the scandal anyway ». So is Beigbeder an agitator of minds unbeknownst to himself, or is he simply a man who is passionate enough to defend his ideas ? He seems fairly indifferent to this media stormand remains firmin his position as a defender of the private sphere. « It’s completely hypocritical. I’m happy with the decision I made. You know, that’s one of the things I like about the Swiss media. You’re much less prone to hypocrisy than the French. »
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