Tenia las manos tan llenas de cosas que no podia recoger las piedras preciosas que habia caidas en el camino.
Una cuerda vieja, una piedra que ya no brilla mas, un reloj sin pilas, una vieja cadenita de oro desgastado. Tantos recuerdos de gente y de vidas que apenas habia dado a vasto para vivir, tanta vida decadente, que moria en sus manos cada dia, que se pudria en la ansiedad, en la tension de aquellos flacos tendones, cansados de ansiar algo que no podia alcanzar.

Tan ocupado estaba en guardar, que no se dio cuenta de que lo unico que necesitaba era abandonar esa ridicula chatarra inservible o quiza regalarla a alguien que pudiera necesitarla, y abrazar lo nuevo, el presente, como agua de mayo que cae y se desliza por la verde hierba.

Tal vez solo hacia falta que se diera cuenta de que aquello que realmente ansiaba era ser tenido en cuenta. Y bien mirado, ser tenido en cuenta no es lo mismo que tener mucho dinero en una cuenta.

Y colorin colorado, esta historia se ha acabado.

San Patrick's cronicle

Green.People drunked. Irish tradidional music. Good stuff. All of this things together. Intercultural feeling. Guinnes beer, or whichever brand.
People from everywhere, speaking about working, travelling, living life happyly.
It seemed to be a picture or a comic but it was real. It was San Patrick's day or Paddy's day.

No more to say, just that sometimes a Paddy's day it is necesary in people's life. Madness is also important. Perhaps because dark side of life is always there waiting for you, a green flag gives you energy enough for going ahead.

Good week!

Bloody Ireland...

It is impossible to hate and love a country like Ireland. First of all because the weather is always the same. Secondly because it is impossible to meet people who is not foreign. Sometimes I wonder if the irish people is gone somewhere or they are hiden of the newcomers.

Anyway, positive speaking I prefer to speak about something I like of irish people (unless I don't have irish friends I can see it in all english teachers I have had until now) wich is the sense of humour.
They just prefer not to speak seriously, not always, and other thing it is that they doesn't get nervous if they have to wait for some minutes. This is something I love of Ireland. Feeling that I have enough time to think about where to go and what to do.

This is something I don't have in my own country. Actually this days I'm getting use to be without being in a hurry. Because before, in Madrid, i was always running everywhere without having nothing special to do. Just running away of my own worries, making a lot of noise for feeling that I'm all right.
Now I've realised that there's something crazy in the fact of doing always something instead getting relaxed and doing nothing. That is something I'm starting to enjoy. Not producing new ideas, new sentences, and learning to listen instead shooting always a quick answer to somebody I never listened.

Although I miss Spain, I feel that this is a good place to think and learn to listen.