Reflexions on the day of Hispanidad, on view of so many weapons on display on the streets of Madrid.
12 of October, which in the calendars – these seem to be separating – in the Christian calendar it appears as the day of Our Lady of the Pilar and in the civilian ones as the Day of the Hispanity or Columbus Day.
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I do not know if all football fields have this acoustics or it’s only the ones I have visited. It is a unique sound, men shouting instructions at each other while pursuing a ball, and the louder they shout the greater the echo, against the nearly empty stands, apart from a few young enthusiasts, encouraging their parents, or their children, or their friends. And as the game progresses, the light is dimmer, but the shouts and echoes are not. And there comes a time when the field is barely visible from the fence, and the only truly visible things are the fluorescent boots of the players, multicolored boots under the uniformity of the duller team uniform colours. But someone has forgotten to turn on the lights and the sky and the field are darker and darker. Then the party and the echoes have died, and the football field is silent and dark.
Him, bald. With a black moustache with gray stains, like white hairs. Summer clothes. Her, with glasses. Both very tanned. Just like any other couple, with their backpack and sitting on a bench at the edge of the pool. Apart from that she is covered from head to toe. Baggy trousers, shirt even more baggy, all the way to her knee, and a scarf against her head and neck.
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Rubbish Rider is passionate about photography. Landscapes, sunrises, sunsets … different colors and textures that he lately finds in buildings, some derelict, some inhabited.
I liked Cloud Atlas so much I wanted to read more by this authos. Here are the reviews of 3 books I have managed to read; there are more reviews of more books by more authors here… goodreads
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(en castellano: aqui)
Marichu. I liked that there was a Marichu here, in Castilla. I liked to call her and say hello, pronounce her name. ‘Marichu you’re dropping your bottle’. ‘Marichu, what do you want?’ And, eventually, simply ‘Marichu, how are you?’ Continue reading
(en castellano: aqui)
After the climate camp experiences that I related in these posts, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 there was no other option when the occupy movement happened but to visit St Paul. It was exciting, however when I went back to the internet and read about what had happened in Spain, it seemed truly dull in comparison.
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In the last few months I have read a few months and published some reviews on Goodreads. It turns out the site is either bought or in close relationship with FaceBook so I will continue to support this blog site rather than some corporate conglomerate. Continue reading
Anne was involved in indymedia, a project so amazing she wants to publish a collective memory.
To that end, she has sent a few of us* all a questionnaire. Here are my answers.
>>>> Who are you?
