My EX-

The reality like it is...
no t´arrosseguis...
No te arrastres es penoso...
N´insistez pas...
Oblida´m...

VODKAMAN

L´home que bevia vodka.

Es coneix que un home bevia vodka a totes hores.
Bevia per esmorçar, per matar el cuquet a mig matí, per acompanyar el dinar, per fer més "alegre" el berenar, incús per sopar, també desprès de sopar per per ajudar a fer païr, deia. Per anar a dormir:- "M´ajuda a fer venir el son". A mitja nit quan es llevava per anar a fer un riuet aprofitava per fer-ne un xarrup.
Si un dia havia fet un gran esforç el vodka li retornava les forçes i si un dia feia massa calor el vodka el refrescava. Inclus si es feia mal o un tall s´ho aliviava amb vodka.
- No pot ser, vaig dir. És impossible. I des de quan ho fa això?
- Des de que camina, em van dir.
- Impossible, tindria el fetge fet foie, estaria mort de cirrosis.
- Dincs es veu que no.
- El vulll coneixer.
Un cop el tenia davant no podia veure el que creia, el vaig estar espiant d´amagatotis un dia i mig i la rutina que duia l´home era la que m´havien descrit que feia. Exactament amb puntualitat i ritme marcial.
- Escolti perdoni, vaig fer, li puc demanar una cosa?
- Si.
- Per què veu tant de vodka?
L´home sense immutar-se ni un xic va fer.
- Per passar el fred som a l´hivern treballo ens aquests boscos lithuans on el vodka és l´aticongelant per excel.lencia.
- I, a l´estiu? faig fer amb innocencia. No li fa agafar més calor l´alcohol.
- Si, pero en la quantitat justa és un antitèrmic a més ajuda a protegir les defenses per l´hivern.
-Ah (em vaig quedar a quadres) i vaig decidir deixar-ho estar i marxar amb la meva totileria a una altre banda.
L´ home sense dir res més es va quedar allí palplantat, bevent vodka.

After chrissie party...

TIME Approaches us to the end
A year ends, a year starts
Time never stop
Time never forget us
Always under its wings
Always under its designs
I wanted to write to forget
As much I write as much I regret
I should never starting a poem like this
Because while I am writing time is stealing my…



Chrissie Aphorisms 28dec 08

-If water was beer I will drink a fountain by myself
-Alcohol is like oxygen as much you have it as much you need it
-Family is like debts always come more…
- Silly thoughts in my head, I am here and you are there.
- This is funny: writing to kill time but the only killed are neurons.
- Don’t waste your hypocrite kisses with me, be honest: keep them to your wife.
- Oh, you are a genius!
Really?
Yes, only when you are shut up and still.
- Creativity is free with alcohol in veins.

21 Grams

They say we all loose 21 grams
at the exact moment of our death...
everyone.
The weight of a stack of nickels.
The weight of a chocolate bar.
The weight of a hummingbird...


21 GRAMS

"Love sights"

THE THINGS THAT I LOVE:
Sun, light, hot,
The wild, the blue and
of course: YOU!

LIFE, LOVE, JOY,
A source of words is coming to my head
like a fountain of sense
giving sharp and voice to my world
The choice is done:
Sun with light, life with love
Otherwise the world is cold and obscure.

SKY AT NIGHT,
A thousand stars in the sky
that know where you are
Please shine for me little ones,
and guide me to my beloved one.


FOUR LETTERS,
Four letters makes me tremble
- - - -
it has a "L" like in "lighter"
it has an "O" like in " obsession"
it has a "V" like in "veneration"
and it has an "E" like in "eager"
The letters ´ word effects are the same on me:
With it i feel lighter like if i could fly,
it is my obsession
I feel veneration for it
and i´m eager to feel this again!
Do you get the word that i´ve spelt?

WRITE and LOVE
Writing is joining words
like love is joining two hearts
Inspiration whispers sounds in my heart
and Cupido makes my heart beat slow.
Time stops when you are so close
I cannot breath
I cannot write
Love fulfills my whole.

DESERT
Sand in my eyes,
Sand in ears
Wind in my heart
The sand storm is hitting me deep inside
I cannot see
I cannot hear
Suddenly a light
Brightly shines near
Is my love that comes?
Or I’m died and every bit of hope and love will disappear?
Rescue my from the dark
Bring me into the light from your love
That burns me every time I feel you near.

ATAC a UB BAGDAD 20 N Hora ZULU

Manifestació contra Bologna.
Informe: pla reforma Bologna estat: dat i beneït (per què no manisfestar-se i protestar energicament fa 4 o 5 anys quan estava en estat embriorari???, com diuen allà, qui lo sa?!)
Informe de danys:
1 classe feta
1 classe saltada per aprofitar el temps fent un altre cosa
1 classe abortada per possibles represalies dels piquets (ah, també estaven convocats?)
2 classes a la vista la segona de les quals definitivament l´aborto jo mateixa. En lloc meu deixaré una cadira ni es notarà, parlaria a les parets prof...)
Manifestats molts i sorollosos. Recompte: membres comuniat implicada ( es necessiten dues Barcelones per encabir tants manifestants i simpatitzants a la contra de tot). Guardia urbana: un parell a tot estirar i el càmera de TV3.
Mossos d´Esquadra: 20 furgones anatiabalots i helicopters toma-hawks anti missils.
Resultat de tot plegat: ja ho he dit. Molt de soroll per res. El proceso sigui su cauce el pez està en el agua, continuaremos informando. Stop. Cambio y corto.Charly a Bravo.

Persons are stargates

"Persons are stargates
phantoms from the past
when you meet somebody
you didn´t met for time
is like past hitting you present
smashing it.
They open an intemporaries seconds of time
where you are lost cause
of you memories from this subject
and the moment you met him
comes so intense to your mind;
you loose your present and this
becomes to a continuity from your past:
persons from the past you had already forgotten
comes to your present by a weird stargate from time".

"Les persones són com portes estelars, temporals.
Quan et trobes amb algú que fa temps que no veus
és com si el passat s´imposés en el present
esclafant-lo.
Aquestes persones obren uns intemporals segons en el temps
on et trobes perdut a causa
dels records d´aquests
i del moment on els vas conèixer
torna molt intensament al teu cap;
perds el teu present i aquest
es converteix en una continuitat del teu passat:
persones del passat que ja havies oblidat
venen al teu present per una estranya porta estelar del temps."