a curiosity about Pilates, the man

Joseph H. Pilates was born in Germany, in 1880, to parents of Greek and German ancestry. His father was a prize-winning gymnast of Greek origin and his mother a naturopath of German origin. His name was originally spelled by its Greek derivation "Pilatu" but was changed to Pilates. This caused him much grief because, as a child, older boys taunted him calling him "Pontius Pilate, killer of Christ".

today I discovered

who was my partner in another life. I also discovered that in fact i was a gay man in another life, which would explain a number of things in this one.....

En honor a los animos electronicos

La amistad, enamorarse, viajar
salir, divertirse, el amor
reirse, ser madre, crecer
romper con la rutina, jugarse, bailar.....

Todas la cosas buenas de la vida despeinan.
Y eso te queda muy bien.

temps modernes....

....veulent dire que quasi la premiere chose que tu fais quand tu arrives dans un nouveau pays est de passer entre 1 et trois heures a etablir la connexion internet qui te rapprochera un peu plus au monde. En teorie, on te donne un cd (souvenez vous ce sont temps modernes) qui devrait te faire franchir les etapes "tres facilement"; ils ne disent pas qu'ils l'ont dessine pour les idiots, mais c'est exactement comme ça que tout le monde se sent a la fin du cd. Bien sûr aussi, je suis puis têtue qu'eux et j'ai reussi

the time has arrived

to be faithful to my blog title
to take my many bags in a train
to the first destination of my new life era
to change location, language and life
to think about the future in less immediate terms
to begin a plan that will take me

around the world

saturation point

to quote my parallel life

nearly 12 hours later....

i'm still packing, choosing, throwing
i'm sick of thinking, deciding, despairing
i'm boxed up, suitcased up, binlinered up

i'm oxfam's shop next favourite person
i'm the queen of keeping
i'm becoming the queen of throwing

i'll get there.....

sleepless

estaba buscando una cara de dormida y me encontre con esta, que me dio una alegria pal cuerpo, asi que pense compartirla

para que algunas se consuelen

why would i have...

three shoe boxes with: (some highlights of the bizarre combination of contents)
a cassette (yes my friend) with recordings of my own voice (yes my friend) when I was 5 years of age
a notebook my granma gave me in 1999 (yes my friend)
two little pots of shoe polish
a collection of conference badges
three differnt types of tape
and those lovely earrings, flower-clip and peineta (yes my friend); my only excuse is that it was carnival

(out)law

One minute you are having a panic attack over tax returns, P-x, P-y and P-z (where did they all come from?, who was the weird person that named them?) wondering what is the fine line between a law abiding citizen and an outlawed. In a eureka moment (out of sheer desperation) you try your friend google, find a number that looks like they could be a bit more clued up than yourself, you call and a very helpful man tells you in plain english when and how mr and ms P met, had babies and when do you need to remember their anniversaries.
Next minute you are having it large, next to your fireplace, having a smoke, feet up and big big smile in your face: the manners and peace of mind of a tranquil law abiding citizen.

reencuentros

emocionales, emocionantes
cosas que se perdieron, cosas que se fueron, cosas que quedaron
reflexiones, lecciones, recuerdos
heridas en forma de corazon, tensiones en forma de lagrima
amor y amistad, pasado y futuro, futuro y pasado...... en forma de balsamo

Os presento a Mr Fonollosa

Y La Rambla de Santa Monica 4

La ciudad esta llena de caminos.
Todos son buenos para escapar de ella.

No importa a donde vaya. En cualquier lado
hay sendas que conducen a otra parte.

El lugar nunca importa. Es otro sitio
- otro siempre- el objeto de mi viaje.

Mr Fonollosa

stress over the wires

phonecalls about someone ill, with an ex or a coward lover
no stress policy applies, only cos it's my new motto, to estate agents who don't understand the word email, ex colleagues in search of advice and mini cab drivers who are always late

perfect recepie to avoid a good sleep

dinner 1: have huge amounts of drunken cheese washed with vast amounts of dry dry white wine
dinner 2: (in the following 24 hours) ingest a cow size argentinian stake with heavy garlicky side dishes
3 am wake up with Ghandi's flip flop in the mouth guaranteed

para marcianos

northern exposure

if music is the pathway to the heart as voltaire suggested
speech is the pathway to other people
live in silence and you live alone

love and pain and beauty
they all seem to go together
like one little tiny confusing package
it's a messy business life, it's hard to figure
full of surprises, some good and some bad

balacing act

a precarious external equilibrium but a solid internal one
butterfly effect from a stressful phonecall, a planed holiday, an operation and a business trip
the balancing act of wishes and duties, opportunities and possibilities

new year's motto working to perfection

new year, new life, no plans, no stress
each day is a surprise, so far all wonderful
relaxation, key to effective communication
healthy mind in a healthy body
homelessness and joblessness are simply great

la journee d'hier

tardios despertares, susurros, cafe, deporte, comida, comunicaciones locales, nacionales e internacionales, barbas, peleas, citas, el metro a hora punta (no mas si se puede evitar), moqueta salmon, (en la) mansion vernon, pizza, conversaciones inteligentes, marcianos, musica en el metro, brasil, samba, caipirinha, portugues, cumpleaños, mujeres fuertes y bravas, ojos, mamas danzantes, birra, divorcios, casamientos, muerte, criaturas, futuro, mañana, autobus, zainos y cama

I like the word curiosity

"It evokes "care"; it evokes the care one takes of what exists and what might exist; a sharpened sense of reality, but one that is never immobilized before it; a readiness to find what surrounds us strange and odd; a certain determination to throw off familiar ways of thought and to look at the same things in a different way...; a lack of respect for the traditional hierarchies of what is important and fundamental."
Michel F.

it's all about the feeling!

un vino y una cerveza en una casa de muñencas
una cerveza a dos, y entre las dos
historias, sonrisas, lagrimas, opiniones, deseos, besos, recuerdos, visiones, canciones, poemas, problemas, soluciones, animo, reposo, ansiedades, tranquilidades, consejos, preguntas, respuestas, sueños, realidades, preocupaciones, certezas, planes, ideas, risas, suspiros, abrazos,
y cariño, mucho, a montones
un espacio, que espacio, que lujo, que guay

melanzane

la prima volta, un po troppo de fromaggio pero non mala
penso un piccolo eccesso de parmigiano pero sono encora orgogliosa del mio laburo
ho imparato d'un cuoco eccellente, pero lui non era presente eh?!
eh monsieur, penso poso essere una buona avversaria... on fait quoi la prochaine?

realisation

it's the little things that actually take time

oxymorons

ETA acknowledges putting the bomb that killed two people, but is still fully committed to the truce
the (so called) People's Party won't go to a demonstration against the bombing, because it would 'create division'

is it me, or is there something odd here??

4.30 am

having received news of the imminent move of my flatmate, a certain level of anxiety entered my cold infected body, increased the levels of pain and rendered me wide awake from 4.30am til about 6.30am. Infinite mental lists of where shall i put this, and the other; my worldly possessions! i shall be generous and place them where they can be useful to others; others shall be equally generous and leave me clutter their attics! it's good to have friends, very very good. And it was this simple realisation that allowed me to fall back to sleep

snif snif

one of my lovely ginger friends leaves this week
the other one in two
what am i going to do??!! with just blondes and brunes?

i feel like a caterpillar

home-bound by a cold installed somewhere between my throat and my chest
you can call me Manolo the lorry driver, cos I sound more like him than me

images

a foursome of daiquiris
a day in bed next to a fire
a french version of michael jackson's famous bad, followed by some serious bon jovi up a ladder
a bearded man 'flying like a bird'
a lovely blonde campaigning about feelings
a-bsolutely fabulous zebra boots
a dinner with italian reminisces
a three way catch up
a day with the sunday papers

lessons

by those who love you remain with you, the I.C. duo taught me valuable ones
1) not because you rush or stress will the piano fall earlier; it will do so when it have to
2) untamed energy can hurt, even with the best of intentions; if the purpose is to help, then wield your weapon with care

in between years

there was a pre and an after party in the tube
last year there was a young man with an attitude: hodded, gloves on, a menacing way of looking and walking.....we were almost scared except he was about 10 years old and when getting off the tube his mum went to give him her hand.
there was also a ball suspended in the air, turning in a man's hand and arm; the man also had a set of juggling bowls next to him.
this year there were loads of people at 7.30am. Many were fast asleep, bottles of jack daniel's in their hands. One was reading a quantic physics book. There was also a very interesting urban specie on huge black boots with tremendous platforms, hairs of all shapes and colours: bold and a bright pink hair patch at the very top, there was also the bright pink and blue dreadlocks on ponytails version; they also had black and purple lipstick, loads of white make up and a rocksack in the shape of an insect's body. They were by far the most colourful lot and yet they looked and acted like they lived in a fragile cocoon.