Saturday 25 October 2008

T.G.I.F.


This period I´m obsessed with the weather. It´s changing all the time. Let's see, Tuesday: about 19 degrees Celsius, sunny and cloudy (interchangeably, always), people with half-sleeves T-shirts on.
Wednesday: 9 degrees Celsius, rainy (all day long since Tuesday night, at midnight), people with jackets and scarves on carrying umbrellas (if not, there are so many rain-exploiters at all metro exits selling them).
Thursday: rain's here to stay (obviously), the temperature starts climbing though, people confused and tired.
T.G.I.F. Thanks God It's Friday (yes, the Friday's emblem): so sunny, the light (after so much rain) makes your eyes sting (as the song -La isla bonita-goes), temperature's kind of up. It's one of those days you say 'Fuck, God does exist', you know, a bit chilly, after-two-day-rain clear sunny day.

So, tell me, how would you like to spend these 4 days? I read on the paper the other day, there was a question, 'What would you like to do on a rainy day?' People said a lot of things such as staying home with friends to watch a movie...Isn't it just perfect? I should tell you at this point that I used to do this. Yes, as a student with my friends, up there on the fourth floor where there was a beautiful view from the balcony and so the rainy days I stayed in there, safe and sound with friends, watching a movie or playing a game or, ok, studying. The (last) years of innocence. When you still smile and laugh without even knowing why.

Of course, these were weekdays, so I had to go to work. Of course. Days just gone by, so beautiful days.

Sunday 12 October 2008

Night thoughts

Vincent Van Gogh, Autumn Landscape with Four Trees



It's raining, it's windy, warm though.
It's the transition from summer into winter, the autumn.
It's like when you finish something but you're still back there,
feeling unable to move on or to get over.
It's your feelings that so perfectly match to this period, which is nothing but a change from something to something else and then to something which is so much different than the previous somethings, even if it includes them.

All I am saying is that life moves periodically but we don't.

One of the past days I realised that at the next Olympic Games in London in 2012 I will be almost 30, most of my friends (and I maybe) will be married with children, life will be so different as an adult with responsibilities. This last long word sounds quite scary. Hope that life (once again) will show me the way itself.

It's raining cats and dogs now, oh here is the lightning and, one-two-three-four- five-six, the thunder. And again.

A part of a poem

Leonard Cohen, Here it is, Book of Longing

And here you are hurried,
And here you are gone;
And here is the love,
That it’s all built upon.

Here is your cross,
Your nails and your hill;
And here is your love,
That lists where it will

May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, Goodbye.

Thursday 2 October 2008

A new start

My dear friends, I am back. Haven't you missed me?

Second year of blogging.
Second username, no it´s not from Zoro.
Second language, so all my friends will be able to participate (for me to practise as well, and Please don´t lol at my errors).


So, let´s blogging.

Today (actually tonight) is the first time after quite a long time that I do have Internet, real and fast Internet. So glad about it.

And let´s talk about summer and the great time we had etc etc.

Or better not?

Why not talking about the autumn and new year´s plans. For me the year begins in September, this is the time that resolutions and this kind of things come to my mind.

Well, is there any life -you know the one that includes the whole package: leisure time, games, fun, love, friendship, entertainment, family warmth- during this long period of working? Maybe life turns up suddenly when the diary has got images of beaches and that-that moment of the year- rings a bell, I guess. Somehow, that wakes us up of a lethargy, of the one that autumn-winter-spring-working period turns us into. Maybe I am wrong, hope I am.

You tell me, when you´re ready. I´ll be waiting. I´ve learned that patience is a wonderful thing to have and if not you´d better have it.

But, honestly, wouldn´t you adore a gift of some really free time?


For the moment, adios.

Z.


P.s. I´ve run out of ideas. Please, my good friends, come up with any subject you´d like to discuss and let´s do it.