Evolution

Thank Dog there’re people who worry not only about themselves, their mobiles, their bills, their love affairs, etc., and therefore some good ideas to improve others’ lives come up suddenly like a candle that shows up to tear up the darkness of a smoky room, and then, after some time, these ideas materialize and can be found in videos on the Internet:

Meanwhile, at home, my mother wants to loose some kilos and says to my father:

- You should tell me “I quit smoking if you loose ten kilos”, so I would be motivated.

- What?! – says Father, puffing his fag – You are free, you cannot depend on anyone to achieve your goals.

- I quit smoking if you loose 7 kilos – says Brother #3

So there’s the Deal. Mother is on diet now so that her beloved son stop smoking.

Minutes later, Brother #2 says he isn’t going to smoke any more cigarettes during the rest of the day. I say he isn’t able. He says he is. We shake hands on a €5 bet.

At night, Father tells Mother about the next bikers meeting, which is in Rota (Cádiz), Mother doesn’t want to go because: a) last meeting was not long ago, b) we are spending a lot of money lately, c) she is afraid of that road to Rota (Father’s BMW R1200 GS Adventure is not a bike like that one in the video). Father promises to give up smoking right now so that mother accepts going to Rota. I can’t believe you, says Mother. Father dumps his packs of Ducados.

I don’t promise anything, everybody knows I quit smoking everytime I put a cigarette down. Besides, I don’t smoke daily and I have been doing some sport since I am in Spain. When I arrived everybody said I was too thin. B#3 saw me without shirt and said I looked like a junky.

So everybody “improves”, but evolution does not take us away from death, no, no, we all end up in the same place. Anyway, I try to adapt, I leave a life behind, I come to a new place, to the same old place, and I try to re-adapt. We improve, we strenghen our bodies, we take courses, learn new things, we buy new underwear, dump old stuff, we say good-bye to people we love… But memories remain in our heads, and flashes from the past reminds us that we are still the same persons, that we cannot escape from the past, because the past is inside us, and has made of ourselves what we are now. “Love never dies, only changes place in our minds” says certain spanish rapper.

Anyways, I think I should start cooking up ideas like that one of the video, so I could quit worrying too much about my stuff.

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But of course i’ll keep on posting things here. Lately I have been quite lost and busy…

Daymare

Happy Hamlet was found dead. That was what the news said, but that statement isn’t totally true: Happy Hamlet wasn’t found dead, but he was seen dying during days. People would say “he looks less alive than yesterday”, everyday, until one day they started to say “he looks deader than yesterday”, and on until one day someone said “fuck sake, he is definitely dead now”. The City gets a bit darker, streets less inviting, mirrors get closer to you,… However, we know that after Happy Hamlet has melt with the Earth, flowers will grow on the land that was enriched by the corpse, and one day a man that knows no fear will put his feet on this land, and will crouch down to smell these flowers, thus receiving the eternal spirit of Happy Hamlet.

Captain J. Soloblues wakes up, a little bit dazed and confused. What a weird nightmare, he thinks, and tries to calms himself down. The face of Happy Hamlet was still so real, even if it was only a character invented by his sleeping self. He feels a something in his pocket, turns out to be a piece of paper, Captain J. Soloblues unfolds it and reads: “That wasn’t a nightmare, nightmare starts now.” Soloblues looks around and realizes that he has been all his life digging a tunnel down to hell, and that now there is no way to go back, so he picks up the shovel and goes on.

What am I doing writing this at 4:52 am? Alternative realities love you. Imagination, the power of creativity, dreams, it is a nice way to escape, to forget, or even to enjoy, that you are digging closer to hell. There are other ways of escaping, such as drugs (heroine, LSD, TV,…), music, sports, or drinking tea with friends. Everybody has their own preferred ways of escaping, and some people hate other peoples’ ways of escaping. Most of the people switch from one to another. Today (yesterday) (Christmas Day) I met good old TV, I had been neglecting him for ages, and now, in this time of nostalgia, this time in which families gather together, enemies cease fire, people consume and eat a lot, I came face to face with the good TV. God bless our TV that protects us and keeps us away from our own madness, providing us stories that makes us forget about the story of our days.

Lovely Christmas Day:
I woke up at 6pm, my throat hurt like hell, a bit of fever? Everything was sunk in the most absolute silence; no cars on the road, no people at home…
I ate and then I saw three movies on a row: first Death and Loathing in Las Vegas, then a movie on RTE1 about corrupted cops on the LAPD (Kevin Spacey, Russel Crowe, Danny DeVito,…), and when it finished, I changed to RTE2 where Blues Brothers had just started.
Lovely day, huh? Pray for Happy Hamlet to be back again with us.

Au revoir Paris

Beauvais Airport, a small airport where you hear a lot of languages and no french. After a little time waiting, Alice shows up. She looks more beautiful. She always looks more beautiful. After an avalanche of kisses we get into the car and drive to her house in Cergy-Pontois, a nearby town. Next day we moved to her sister’s studio, which is in the centre of Paris, near Place de la République. We spend there the rest of the days, in our own, with a huge bed, a little kitchen, a spacious bathtub… Better than a hostel, yes. Alice was a good guide during our constant wandering around the city. I don’t speak much French, my orientation sense shines because of its absence, and I don’t really get along well with maps, besides, I’m not used to travel in Le Metro, therefore if I’d have had to visit the city on my own… it would’ve been really funny. Only one day I was alone in Paris, it was on monday, cuz she had lectures, so I went to the Louvre, and I managed to get there despite the wrong directions a policeman gave me (I didn’t understand his explanations, but I responsed Oui… Oui… D’accord… Merci beacoup, and took the direction he pointed with his flapping hand and his eyes. Finally the right way to the Louvre was totally the opposite direction).

Paris. Which images come to your mind? The Eiffel Tower is among them, for sure. I never liked the Eiffel Tower, and although it is better than I thought (it is not just a shape) I still think it is overestimated (maybe it isn’t overestimated, maybe no one likes it, but it has an image that sells, that serves as an icon, as a symbol, cuz it is a simple shape, and A with a long forehead), but i love heights and i couldn’t miss going up there. We went there walking from Passy to Trocadero and from there (nice area) to the big metal thing. The views from up there are nice, or at least impressive, a lot of buildings, city-matter spread until the horizon (and probably beyond). You can spend a long time there, basically because of the long queues, so when we were climbing down day was getting dark already and the Tower lights turned on. The day before, I enjoyed the heights of L’Arc de Triomphe. From there you can see the Eiffel Tower, and in a certain moment it (the Tower) started to glitter with a lot of winkling lights. I think it happen every hour, and it longs for around 20 seconds, wow. From up the Arc, I couldn’t avoid stare at the avenues and watch people-as-ants and the traffic, and all that, as if it was all a kind of Sim City.

It’s curious to see all that from a third-person narrator point of view, it makes you think… (although you don’t reach any conclusion or epiphany). You see, that’s why I have always loved heights, I love balconies, to observe the living creatures of the city moving around, interacting, reacting, hey people down there! You are all enslaved in a videogame! But I never had a balcony, so when I’m a guest to someone’s place I always check the views from their balcony, if there’s any. Oh that is really interesting, but what were you saying about Paris?

Sacre Coeur Basilic offers good views of the city too. After avoiding a bunch of organized people who wanted to force us (us and everybody else) to buy stupid stuff, and after painstakingly climbing the stairs up to the Basilic (we had just come from the Eiffel), and after being enchanted for moments by a nice singing during the mass inside the sacred place, we sit down on the stairs just in front of the building, for there was a couple of guys singing and playing the guitar, and a lot of tourists there seeing the show and getting involved sometimes in some songs. Nice atmosphere and nice views again.

Let’s be fast: Champs-Elysée isn’t nice, Notre-Dame Cathedral is a must see, it’s just BEAUTIFUL. Musée de Louvre is great, I suffered a sudden urge to paint or draw something, I almost broke my neck staring at its ceilings (which are easy to miss, and are really fabulous), and it was really good that they have a space for art from Oceania, Africa, Asia and America, I mean, stuff from the aboriginals. The Latin Quarter is a nice area, where there is a lot of places to eat, but if you go there don’t eat in a restaurant called Le Marathon, because the service is really bad, even rude, (at least that day), and the food is… not too good. There is another restaurant very popular, near Notre-Dame, where food was really good, and the price was quite affordable, but I don’t remember the name. I don’t know if I could live in Paris, it is crazy, there’s a lot of cars, polution, etc. There’s not enough green parks (oh! Le Jardin du Luxembourg is beautiful!), etc. On the other hand, it offers a lot of cultural events, and there seems to be always something going on. I didn’t have time to visit Le Centre Pompedour, but I saw it, it is… curious. And I visited Le Musée de l’Erotisme, which is… curious too, maybe too small and monotonous for a 5 euro entrance, I missed more variety, things related with BDSM (although you can see some spanking scenes photos), etc Basically what you get there is a lot of homemade phallus from ancient times, and a lot of pictures of naked women, (sometimes two women in the same picture), some things more artistic than others, some stuff more pornographic or just popular and funny. If your legs are tired of your wanderings you can sit down there and watch a porno movie in black and white.

Basta. C’est suffi. I’ll post some pictures of Paris when I get them.