Monthly Archives: April 2012

Life savers.

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Books have been my life savers since I can remember. They’ve brought me comfort, tenderness, wisdom, fun, friends, teachers and peers  I’ll love forever.  For some time now I’ve been in need of stories which I know beforehand will end well; life’s uncertain enough these days. This is quite complicated to find because too obvious a goal usually implies a cheap job. I tried with science fiction but I got exasperated immediately. However, my guardian angels never let me down… completely. I was looking around  at the library when this volume caught my hand. It was big and thick so I doubted (it’d be uncomfortable to read to in bed); but on the other hand, its copyright says 2011 which is extraordinarily recent for the age of books in English available in this corner of the world. I read the cover and it was a fantasy novel with wizards, fairies, heroes and all the lot.  Good. No ordinary woman dealing with ordinary ordeals and washed-up emotions. I took it and what a lovely treasure I got!

As a born writer, I’ve been trying to elucidate and describe what made me fall in love with this book from the first page and I came up with many reasons;  all valid but insufficient on their own. I guess the two strongest are this kindness that transcends the paper and ink and the tender, clever way the writer chooses to explain the character’s insights. Whatever it is, I’ve been living in angst since page one because I know that every turned page takes me closer to the end.

I’d like to share this new 994 pages long friend of mine with you.

Mr. Patrick Rothfuss, I bow before your gentle heart!

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Snapshots of Humanity.

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Sunday midday and I cannot postpone some errands any longer if I’m to get everything ready before my hospitalization next 30th to get my knee surgery. The weather is as somber as my mood; cold and cloudy; winter bulling the gentle fall. I pick my electric scooter because who knows when I’ll be able to ride it again and head for the street market some 3km from my place. It’s been ages since I last came and I don’t particularly like this market. I start walking and I don’t like anything I see. The clothes stalls where you can buy cheap jogging pants, underwear, socks, babygear, etc are the first ones. I came for these ones, but nothing seems convincing. I’m not tempted nor curious. I meet some dear friends and we chat a little. Though I played fairy god mother for my friend’s daughter yesterday and I’m really happy for her I can’t connect; I’ve been captured by an uncertain future that numbs me. We say bye and I’m not sure if they bought my performance. I keep on walking. Flowerpots, canned goods, oil bottles. Cheeses, jams, nuts. The fishmonger. My mom calls, she needs parsley. I stop at the first stall where I see some of it. There’s a crowd waiting to be catered for, so I wait and watch. From my capsule I observe. Potatoes, onions, carrots, zucchinis. Eggplants, red peppers,yams. Eggs. Grapes, pears, oranges and bananas. Colours and textures. I’m fascinated and touched by the motions of people buying vegs and fruit. There’s a lavish quality to it. Here’s life bursting.  I imagine this very same scene two thousand years ago exactly the same. I take a look at the stallholders. They’ ve been up and working since before dawn. Their worn out aspect pierces my soul. I wish I could tell them how much I admire them. How thankful I am for their existence. Their hands are rough and dry; with traces of dirt no water and soup can wash out. Those hands make me forget my almost constant regret for humanity. I buy the parsley and make my way back to my scooter. The sun’s shining and fall is all around with the gentle, comforting touch of a grandmother’s. Before I leave I take a look back. A snapshot of humanity that warms my heart for a while.

Snapshots of Humanity.

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Sunday midday and I cannot postpone some errands any longer if I’m to get everything ready before my hospitalization next 30th to get my knee surgery. The weather is as somber as my mood; cold and cloudy; winter bulling the gentle fall. I pick my electric scooter because who knows when I’ll be able to ride it again and head for the street market some 3km from my place. It’s been ages since I last came and I don’t particularly like this market. I start walking and I don’t like anything I see. The clothes stalls where you can buy cheap jogging pants, underwear, socks, babygear, etc are the first ones. I came for these ones, but nothing seems convincing. I’m not tempted nor curious. I meet some dear friends and we chat a little. Though I played fairy god mother for my friend’s daughter yesterday and I’m really happy for her I can’t connect; I’ve been captured by an uncertain future that numbs me. We say bye and I’m not sure if they bought my performance. I keep on walking. Flowerpots, canned goods, oil bottles. Cheeses, jams, nuts. The fishmonger. My mom calls, she needs parsley. I stop at the first stall where I see some of it. There’s a crowd waiting to be catered for, so I wait and watch. From my capsule I observe. Potatoes, onions, carrots, zucchinis. Eggplants, red peppers,yams. Eggs. Grapes, pears, oranges and bananas. Colours and textures. I’m fascinated and touched by the motions of people buying vegs and fruit. There’s a lavish quality to it. Here’s life bursting.  I imagine this very same scene two thousand years ago exactly the same. I take a look at the stallholders. They’ ve been up and working since before dawn. Their worn out aspect pierces my soul. I wish I could tell them how much I admire them. How thankful I am for their existence. Their hands are rough and dry; with traces of dirt no water and soup can wash out. Those hands make me forget my almost constant regret for humanity. I buy the parsley and make my way back to my scooter. The sun’s shining and fall is all around with the gentle, comforting touch of a grandmother’s. Before I leave I take a look back. A snapshot of humanity that warms my heart for a while.

An egg reloaded.

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My last story wasn’t satisfied with how I clothed it yesterday and didn’t stop bugging me about some details I had to check  so she could feel really proud of herself travelling through  cyber space in her best attire.

Children! They never stop annoying parents!

A ROW OF GLASSES

http://www.sonicomusica.com/pop/inxs/cancion/elegantly-wasted/

A brand new golden egg has been layed.

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I follow a very interesting blog called “Words Form Windows” which I recommend and Daniel usually posts something coming from another blog which is called Picture & Write and today I decided to write as well.

On the other hand, since yesterday when I went to the video store and listened to an INXS old hit,  I haven’t been able to listen to anything else; so both, music and picture mated and this morning I wrote a very short story while Hutchense & company drilled my ears a thousand times.  I’d like to share it with you.  My command of cyber space is very limited so I hope you’ll be able to reach where I’m intending to send you.  As usual, I favor interactive experiences so I also include a link to the song.

Silent readers! Scroll down till you find my entry and enjoy!

P.S: Does anybody know why my avatar in that blog is that awful nerd face and not my lovely dog? Could you help me changing it? Thanks.

http://wordsformwindows.com/2012/04/03/picture-it-write-6/

http://www.sonicomusica.com/pop/inxs/cancion/elegantly-wasted/