This life

Lately I encounter quite a few moments that you wouldn't believe if I told you them.

It's fantastic to experience a thing like that, because you can't believe you really experience it. It might just be a bad movie you landed in.
But the sad thing is that you don't know how to say it to someone.

If you experience these unbelievable moments in a burst, the one after the other, it's even harder to tell the entire story.

What if there are no other whitnesses?
What if you're alone?
What if it all didn't happen?
Are you becoming crazy?

No.

Grandmother Googling you

A great thing about blogging
is that it can make yourself feel
as if
speaking to a lot of people

listening unconditionally

Even when things can't seem to get worse
and even when everyone's asleep

YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO POST THE MESSAGE
Just write down all your thoughts first

That part's just like writing in a diary
The difference comes when you actually think it's good enough, and post it anyway
A 'fan' might read it.
An agent might.
Even your grandmother could (if she knows how to google you :)

One tip for the impulsive blogger: don't immediately post your text.
Even though it felt great to put down all that you wanted to say,
if you don't check on readability, it's probably not going in as easy with people as it came out of you.

Some things are unbloggable

I suppose you would like to know an example.
Wouldn't it be a paradox, to mention something unbloggable in a blog?
Yes, very much paradoxal.

But I looked up the word and it means only to seem impossible.
So, even when a paradox, it should be possible.

What is unbloggable?

Certain life experience that you value highly
but find too hard to completely share
because of its complex
situation-dependent
personal kind of perspective.

You want to blog it
but it just
doesn't
seem to translate to
such an alienating platform
as wide and anonimous
as the internet.

You start to question
why
the internet is so appealing in the first place.
Oh yes!
you can reach anybody!
But how much percent of anybody do you really know?

I quit Facebook the other day.

It felt GREAT...

One place less to lose myself.

Find yourself!

Happiness in a click

The second time I visited Spain there was an encounter with a sight I couldn't help wanting to capture.
While waiting on the refuge to cross the street, I asked the yellow-and-blue trio if I could have a picture. The guy in the middle expected to make a picture of me, but then realised it was them I wanted!

I left my card with contact details, but I haven't heard anything ever since.

At least by posting it now, my part is done :)

Compañero

The slideshow of the food action, organised by Lucia, Miriam, Marta, Viktoriya, Carmen and other volunteers.

Every day

Today I woke up early.
Everyone was still asleep.
I went out for some air.
Wanted to buy some bread next door.
But the bakery was still closed.
I'd have to look elsewhere.

I rode the bike.
It was cold and the streets were empty.
Just a few faces passed me by.
Faces I'd normally never see in this neighborhood.
As if I were in another reality.

The supermarket seemed closed too.
A gate kept me from entering the parking lot.

At that moment, when everything was different, still and cool
I realised that every day can be a cleaned slate.
Just forget about everything you know, forgive the ones you have to forgive,
and start with a new life.

(Written on Ascension Day)

Spain (1)

I saw Prince Felipe

Walked backwards from the mountains

Found the sun so hot, I couldn't stay longer than a few minutes

Was in a wonderful bar, that was founded before I was born

Took the metro, just to watch people travelling

Had french pancakes, made in spanish style

Was amazed by the range of fresh foods in the supermarket

and is still impressed they have plastic seperation in Madrid