Maybe I love you

I was looking at you and you grew up
I was speaking to you and you were sleeping
I loved you and you hided from me

Maybe I did prefer you in this way
before I got you close to me
and felt that you were really far away from me

Perhaps I would like to talk with you
to feel what you listen
and feel the echo of my empty voice

Possibly I do love you
simply, without more, do love you
knowing what you feel
knowing that you are really lying me

That eventhough your silents
eventhough your absence
of your remote shelters
of your indifference...
perhaps I still want that you come back

Maybe in my sadness
you reply with happiness
that with my reproaches
you reply with silence

Possibly, I don't know
I want to sleep close to your body
without that you feel mine
kiss your cold lips
take you rigid hand

I want... it is not possible
want to love you, still love you,
because someone like you
made of you what you are now

Is there a life before death?

At some point, many years ago, I got lost. I lost prespective, logic, sense and motivation.

I don't remember any especial thing that leaded me to this point. I haven't lived any experience traumatic enough to finish where I am. Simply, happened...

At some point, I began to make me questions. Questions without answers. Questions without any sense.

Has sense to live if finally we all going to die? From a romantic and idealistic, poetic included, point of view there would be thousands of answers, I know that! But from a practical point of view... Has any sense to build something which destiny is to disappear? What is the sense of the survival sense?

At some point I surrended. I ran out of ambicions, the capacity of dreaming, the will to live fast, the faith, the unconformism, be thirsty of answers, nihilism, combative spirit, ideals, projects, curiosity.... All that I had been acumulated during my youth and that now was the food to my soul. Does really exist the soul?

Today, many people tell me that this is the natural process of when one grows up. That this happens to everybody and that is simply normal. That life, the years, the past of time makes you grow up. And me, that since some years ago I don't find any sense to anything, I ask: Grow up? for what? What is the sense of this? After asking this many times, I have only found one answer. Growing up is to figure out that the death is every day closer.

I remember a sentence of the book Where the heart leads you: "If life has a sense-will tell you the voice- the sense is the death, all the other things just spin arround her. What a discover, that must die everyody knows. It is true, with our brain all we know that, but to know it with our mind it a totally different thing that to know it with our heart."

At some point, I don't remember when, I know with the heart that the meaning of life is the death.

And that day I began to die.

Little Martina

Oh, where little Martina?
Over yonder she stands. 
Rifle on her shoulder, 
Six-shooter in her hand. 

How can I ever stand it,
Just to see them two blue eyes,
Shinin' like some diamonds,
Like some diamonds in the sky. 

Well, it's march me away to the station
With my suitcase in my hand. 
Yes, march me away to the station,
I'm off to some far-distant land.  

Sometimes I have a nickel,
And sometimes I have a dime.
Sometimes I have ten dollars,
Just to pay for little Martina's milk. 

Pretty flowers are made for blooming,
Pretty stars are made to shine. 
Pretty girls are made for boy's love,
Little Martina was made for us.  

I had a dream

Tonight I dreamed with you,
Don't be afraid,
was a sweet dream,
nothing similar to the past nightmares.

Tonight I dreamed that I didn't love you anymore,
that I saw far away and I didn't want to see you nearby,
but you were coming closer,
and you gave me one of your sad smiles,
and one of your slow caress over my arm.
But I didn't feel anything.

You looked at me,
with your sweet and melancoly view
that have your eyes,
but I didn't see my eyes reflected on yours anymore,
you were not my mirror anymore.

No edge, no danger, no concience,
no desire, no shelter.

Today I dreamed on you,
I dreamed that you left me crying
when I told you that I didn't love you anymore,
that I didn't want neither your caress
nor your smiles nor your views nor your hugs.
That I didn't miss you anymore
and that I didn't want to be close to you.

That you only understand love with suffer,
and I didn't want to suffer with you,
that in your world of fears
you are holding to loneliness,
though you heart is crying to go out from darkness.
In my dream I told that I don't have more fears,
that I don't want loneliness,
that simply I don't want.

Look what strange I am,
what a things I dream,
and you left me crying....

You are only happy in the sun.

I know you may not want to see me
On your way down from the clouds
Would you hear me if I told you
That my heart is with you now

Did you find what you were after?
The pain and the laughter brought you to your knees
But if the sun sets you free,
You'll be free indeed, Indeed

Every time I hear you laughing,
It makes me cry
Like the story of life, of your life
Is hello, goodbye

you are only happy in the sun

hvem der bare ku'klare sig med hjælp fra sig selv?

Don't trust me when I swear "Impossible"
Don't be sure of my doubts
"never ever" sometimes means "maybe"
Don't run if I tell you "go to hell"

Dead is like a hurted lover
that play hard and doesn't want to lose
sometimes the busy lips
becomes lazy after two kisses
sometimes my heart holds to lost causes
but know that be without you
is like living on the street


Look, I'm just trying to tell you
that the waitting is driving me crazy
but that I will not try to look for you
because there will be the risk of find you out
but know that I'm still owing you some love words.

Deep blue silence

What can I say to you, my dear, that I haven't said yet?
What can I tell you to convince you that my love is real?
What must I do to prove my inconditional surrender?
What should I write to show you how much I need you?
What should I sign to be sure that I will follow you wherever you ask me?

I will look at your heary face and with a long silence I will prove that all I said is true.

If today was not an endless highway,
If tonight was not a crooked trail,
If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

I can't see my reflection in the waters,
I can't speak the sounds that show no pain,
I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
Or can't remember the sound of my own name.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

There's beauty in the silver, singin' river,
There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
That I remember in my true love's eyes.
Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
Only if she was lyin' by me,
Then I'd lie in my bed once again.

Sleep well, my dear

Here we are again!

Trying not to screw it up this time!
Trying to do the correct!
Trying this time not to lose something I shouldn't never have lost before!

If I have to jump... I will!
If I have to believe... I will!
If you tell me to put me apart... I will!

And when you will be gone, because you will (I know), I hope I could remember you as one of the most amazing dreams I've ever had, as something will always come back to my mind whenever I'll open an excepcional red wine :-)
Because this is how I will remember you, caught into a fancy bottle that makes feel drunk of pleasure and happiness whenever I open you and taste you again!

I can hear the turning of the key
I've been deceived by the clown inside of me.
I thought that he was righteous but he's vain
Oh, something's a-telling me I wear the ball and chain.

My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost
He's always off somewhere when I need him most.
The Spanish moon is rising on the hill
But my heart is a-tellin' me I love ya still.

I come back to the town from the flaming moon
I see you in the streets, I begin to swoon.
I love to see you dress before the mirror
Won't you let me in your room one time 'fore I finally disappear?

Everybody's wearing a disguise
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes.
But me, I can't cover what I am
Wherever the children go I'll follow them.

I march in the parade of liberty
But as long as I love you I'm not free.
How long must I suffer such abuse
Won't you let me see you smile one time before I turn you loose?

I've given up the game, I've got to leave,
The pot of gold is only make-believe.
The treasure can't be found by men who search
Whose gods are dead and whose queens are in the church.

We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,
I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
My head tells me it's time to make a change
But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.

One more time at midnight, near the wall
Take off your heavy make-up and your shawl.
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it.

A rose for a girl

Es por culpa de una hembra
que me estoy volviendo loco
No puedo vivir sin ella
pero con ella tampoco

Y si de este mal de amores
yo me fuera pa la tumba
a mi no me mandeis flores
que como dice esta rumba

Quise cortar la flor
mas tierna del rosal
pensando que de amor
no me podria pinchar
y mientras me pinchaba
me enseño una cosa
que una rosa es una rosa es una rosa...

Y cuando abri la mano
y la deje caer
rompieron a sangrar
las llagas en mi piel
y con sus petalos
me la curo mimosa
que una rosa es una rosa es una rosa...

Pero cuanto mas me cura
al ratito mas me escuece
porque amar es el empiece
de la palabra amargura

Una mentira y un credo
por cada espina del tallo
que injertandose en los dedos
una rosa es un rosario

Cuando abri la mano
y la deje caer
rompieron a sangrar
las llagas en mi piel
y con sus petalos
me la curo mimosa
que una rosa es una rosa es una rosa

A new beginnig

Here she is... say hello to Martina!

I sang the song slowly
As she stood in the shadows
She stepped to the light
As my silver strings spun
She called with her eyes
To the tune I's a-playin'
But the song it was long
And I'd only begun

Through a bullet of light
Her face was reflectin'
The fast fading words
That rolled from my tongue
With a long-distance look
Her eyes was on fire
But the song it was long
And there was more to be sung.

My eyes danced a circle
Across her clear outline
With her head tilted sideways
She called me again
As the tune drifted out
She breathed hard through the echo
But the song it was long
And it was far to the end

I glanced at my guitar
And played it pretendin'
That of all the eyes out there
I could see none
As her thoughts pounded hard
Like the pierce of an arrow
But the song it was long
And it had to get done

As the tune finally folded
I laid down the guitar
Then looked for the girl
Who'd stayed for so long
But her shadow was missin'
For all of my searchin'
So I picked up my guitar
And began the next song

A song for a cat

Are you supersticious? I think I'm not!
Why should I? Does this mean I'm too rational?
Does this mean that my brain is ruling all my life?
I'm tired that people just people classify me as this just because my profession. That I'm a mathematician and that I love this job does not mean I'm a very rational and heartless.

I don't know if this is true though, however I would like to believe that not. I would like to believe that there are another things playing on me! That my decisions are not taken from a cold and all-calculated point of view! That my heart takes also part on that.. but which is the correct recipe?? Where is the balance between heart and brain? I suppose that no one can tell you this... because maybe does not even exist!

Whatever, as a red hair cat told me one night:
"you can find you balance here!!!" and she touched a point between my heart and my head, but unfortunetly the day after I didn't remember where she touched ;-(

The cat's in the well, the wolf is looking down.
He got his big bushy tail dragging all over the ground.

The cat's in the well, the gentle lady is asleep.
Cat's in the well, the gentle lady is asleep.
She ain't hearing a thing, the silence is a-stickin' her deep.

The cat's in the well and grief is showing its face
The world's being slaughtered and it's such a bloody disgrace.

The cat's in the well, the horse is going bumpety bump.
The cat's in the well, and the horse is going bumpety bump.
Back alley Sally is doing the American jump.

The cat's in the well, and pappa is reading the news.
His hair is falling out and all of his daughters need shoes.

The cat's in the well and the barn is full of bull
The cat's in the well and the barn is full of bull
The night is so long and the table is oh, so full

The cat's in the well and the servant is at the door.
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war.

The cat's in the well, the leaves are starting to fall
The cat's in the well, leaves are starting to fall
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.

Mind games

War is over! if there was some war on...
Today has been an especial day! Many things have been definetly closed ;-( Things that had on my mind annoying and torturing me are finally vanished.
So it is time to look forward, rebuild all the buildings destroyed by the high explosive words, to restore the confidence destroyed by the angry actions, to make love with your enemy and that from this union a new, happy and promising future comes.
I'm sorry but after so many time... I'm happy!









We're playing those mind games together,
Pushing barriers, planting seeds,
Playing the mind guerilla,
Chanting the Mantra peace on earth,
We all been playing mind games forever,
Some kinda druid dudes lifting the veil.
Doing the mind guerilla,
Some call it the search for the grail,
Love is the answer and you know that for sure,
Love is flower you got to let it, you got to let it grow,
So keep on playing those mind games together,
Faith in the future outta the now,
You just can't beat on those mind guerillas,
Absolute elsewhere in the stones of your mind,
Yeah we're playing those mind games forever,
Projecting our images in space and in time,
Yes is the answer and you know that for sure,
Yes is the surrender you got to let it, you got to let it go,
So keep on playing those mind games together,
Doing the ritual dance inn the sun,
Millions of mind guerrillas,
Putting their soul power to the karmic wheel,
Keep on playing those mind games forever,
Raising the spirit of peace and love, not war,
(I want you to make love, not war, I know you've heard it before)

Emotionally yours

What does it have Mumbai's sky that after you leave the megapoli you still seeing it on your mind? In there dissapears all the noisy horns of his million cars, the smell of all the rubbish on the street and the real fact of millions of people in the extrem powerty living on the slums.










What does it have the face of their children? always happy though they don't have any reason to smile for, always shinny though their society gives them few hope in the future to dream on.












What does it have the simplicity of their life?
that your learn quickly to eat with you bare hands, that you don't need TV nor your fancy clothes nor a simple warm water shower anymore.







Are they living on the same dream than me?

Come baby, find me, come baby, remind me of where I once begun.
Come baby, show me, show me you know me, tell me you're the one.
I could be learning, you could be yearning to see behind closed doors.
But I will always be emotionally yours.

Come baby, rock me, come baby, lock me into the shadows of your heart.
Come baby, teach me, come baby, reach me, let the music start.
I could be dreaming but I keep believing you're the one I'm livin' for.
And I will always be emotionally yours.

It's like my whole life never happened,
When I see you, it's as if I never had a thought.
I know this dream, it might be crazy,
But it's the only one I've got.

Come baby, shake me, come baby, take me, I would be satisfied.
Come baby, hold me, come baby, help me, my arms are open wide.
I could be unraveling wherever I'm traveling, even to foreign shores.
But I will always be emotionally yours.

Blue Moon

Hi! I would like to write now that many good things are going to happen!

First and the most important; a new life is going to come soon. I hope all is going to be well, for sure! Congratulations to the nice father and mother!

Then, it is also nice when things look that work, although there are only in the job, and today has been a good day for our project! So celebrate it as well!!!!

And finally, my holidays are close! Next saturday begins a new adventure. Although I don't know what to expect this time. It is a mixture of excitement and fear. But my friends, if I don't come back is because I'll be in a better place than here!

But anyway whatever be ... CELEBRATE IT!!!

Blue moon, you saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own.

Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayet for someone I really could care for.

And suddenly there appeared before me the only one my arms could ever hold
I heard someone whisper, please, adore me
And when I looked my moon had turned to gold.

Blue moon, now Im no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own
Without a love of my own.

Are you ready?

Are you ready to meet Jesus?
Are you where you ought to be?
Will He know you when He sees you
Or will He say, "Depart from Me"?

Are you ready, hope you're ready.
Am I ready, am I ready?

Am I ready to lay down my life for the brethren
And to take up my cross?
Have I surrendered to the will of God
Or am I still acting like the boss?

Am I ready, hope I'm ready.

When destruction cometh swiftly
And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well,
Have you decided whether you want to be
In heaven or in hell?

Are you ready, are you ready?

Have you got some unfinished business?
Is there something holding you back?
Are you thinking for yourself
Or are you following the pack?

Are you ready, hope you're ready.
Are you ready?

Are you ready for the judgment?
Are you ready for that terrible swift sword?
Are you ready for Armageddon?
Are you ready for the day of the Lord?

Are you ready, I hope you're ready.

Pointless histories (I)

I would like to open this new post just saying that I do that not because I would like to pass to the annals of the literature, but just for feel better. I got many things in my mind, many of them I won't be able to extract from inside (possible the most interesting ones) but hopefully some (not so boring) will appear as words in this blog.

Why pointless histories? well actually because are those things that alone are stupid by themselves but all together help to understand what hell is happening in my head! uppsss... I'm afraid of that! Would someone really knows what is happening up there? I always have thought that a crazy man would be more happy if he doesn't know how crazy really he is! Imagine that all the stupid people would realize how annoying they are and the pointless of their existence. Would this mean that they would stop of being stupid? or do they enjoy of being stupid? and if not, and they decide to change, would this mean that we would live in a perfect society? Umm... living surrounded of adorable and gentile persons, without no one that would try to annoy you nor makes you feel angry! Doesn't look so boring? Doesn't look not so much human?

Sometimes I have tried to imagine how my life would be without a particular stupid person, and I have to admit that even sometimes his stupidity has allowed me to know other nice people (joint by the common cause of anti-stupidity) or even the stupidity of some person has made me take advantage for some labor reasons! So, doesn not look stupidity a thing that we should try to keep and protect? and why not promote?

long life to stupidty!!!

P.S: Please make me a favour... never tell me how stupid you think I am, because maybe I would change to a nice and gentile person! but definetly not me!

Someone's got it in for me, they're planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they'd cut it out but when they will I can only guess.
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy,
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.

People see me all the time and they just can't remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts.
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at,
I couldn't believe after all these years, you didn't know me better than that
Sweet lady.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth,
Blowing down the backroads headin' south.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven't known peace and quiet for so long I can't remember what it's like.
There's a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin' out of a boxcar door,
You didn't know it, you didn't think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losin' every battle.

I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin' 'bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars.
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies.
One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes,
Blood on your saddle.

Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb,
Blowing through the curtains in your room.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn't enough to change my heart.
Now everything's a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped,
What's good is bad, what's bad is good, you'll find out when you reach the top
You're on the bottom.

I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can't remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes don't look into mine.
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the building burned.
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the springtime turned slowly into autumn.

Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull,
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol.
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth,
You're an idiot, babe.
It's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

I can't feel you anymore, I can't even touch the books you've read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin' I was somebody else instead.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin' glory.

I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I'm finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You'll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I'll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We're idiots, babe.
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.

You broke my heart

This august I'll come back where everything began and where everything ended. I don't know how it will be! I don't know which will be my reaction when I will step India again: Will I cry? Last time I left Mumbai with the idea that I would never return there, thinking that the world was so cruel with me and that my life was hopeless. After time I understand that there are things I cannot change, there are behavours that you cannot blame for and mostly there are many words and feelings that nothing could never erase.

You always will have a piece of my heart, wherever you are, whatever your fate would be ....



Broken lines, broken strings,
Broken threads, broken springs,
Broken idols, broken heads,
People sleeping in broken beds.
Ain't no use jiving
Ain't no use joking
Everything is broken.

Broken bottles, broken plates,
Broken switches, broken gates,
Broken dishes, broken parts,
Streets are filled with broken hearts.
Broken words never meant to be spoken,
Everything is broken.

Seem like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground

Broken cutters, broken saws,
Broken buckles, broken laws,
Broken bodies, broken bones,
Broken voices on broken phones.
Take a deep breath, feel like you're chokin',
Everything is broken.

Every time you leave and go off someplace
Things fall to pieces in my face

Broken hands on broken ploughs,
Broken treaties, broken vows,
Broken pipes, broken tools,
People bending broken rules.
Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking,
Everything is broken.

fast life

Life sometimes goes faster than you can expect: one day you know, the second you love and the third you are broke. I think that sometime things happen arround me very fast and I'm losing control of it! This heart of mine goes some steps forward than my head. I should try to get rid of it, I can't afford it any more, no more. I can't pay these bills, everytime I feel that I'm leaving somehing of me on the way. However I know that there is not a magic solution for this problem, that there is not a wisdom advice. It's me, only me, this is a war that I have to win by myself, no one could help me, no one can do other thing than colect and glue again the pieces of me after every lost battle.







Heart of mine be still,
You can play with fire but you'll get the bill.
Don't let her know
Don't let her know that you love her.
Don't be a fool, don't be blind
Heart of mine.

Heart of mine go back home,
You got no reason to wander, you got no reason to roam.
Don't let her see
Don't let her see that you need her.
Don't put yourself over the line
Heart of mine.

Heart of mine go back where you been,
It'll only be trouble for you if you let her in.
Don't let her hear
Don't let her hear you want her.
Don't let her know she's so fine
Heart of mine.

Heart of mine you know that she'll never be true,
She'll only give to others the love that she's gotten from you.
Don't let her know
Don't let her know where you're going.
Don't untie the ties that bind
Heart of mine.

Heart of mine so malicious and so full of guile,
Give you an inch and you'll take a mile.
Don't let yourself fall Don't let yourself stumble.
If you can't do the time, don't do the crime
Heart of mine.

Good luck my friend

Well... no words to say what your lost will be for me!

Good luck my friend!











Dicen los toreros
- Buena suerte, compañeros
y no es tan fácil como decir:
Solamente adiós
Hasta luego, amor
hasta luego nuevo amor
Es tan redonda la ciudad
que nos caemos los dos
y eso no estaba en los planes de ninguno de los dos
y eso no estaba en tus planes
me pides paciencia, te pido perdón
Una sola vez amor
estuve contra el paredón
Y fué dificil como decir:
Solamente adiós
Buena suerte a los dos!
y eso no estaba en los planes de ninguno de los dos
y no estaba en tus planes
me pides paciencia, te pido perdón.

Sweet home ....

Well soon I will leave Odense for a while!
On thursday I will go to Spain for one month, and although are not for holidays I'm very happy to go there and feel the warm of my people and my places!


Eventhough I just consider this as a visit. Odense has became my home, my sweet home! Many things had happen, maybe not all good but many of them will be nice to remember. Now, names of many people come to my mind, people that maybe I will not see anymore (I hope not). Thank you all, you have done my first year here more confortable and exciting! I love you all!



This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

Wake up in the morning, stumble on my life
Can't get no love without sacrifice
If anything should happen, I guess I wish you well
A little bit of heaven, but a little bit of hell

This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more

I feel as if I'm wastin'
And I'm wastin' everyday

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

2 o'clock in the morning, something's on my mind
Can't get no rest; keep walkin' around
If I pretend that nothin' ever went wrong, I can get to my sleep
I can think that we just carried on

This is the hardest story that I've ever told
No hope, or love, or glory
Happy endings gone forever more

I feel as if I'm wastin'
And I'm wastin' everyday

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
Then live the rest of our life,
But not together.

A Little bit of love, little bit of love
Little bit of love, little bit of love

I feel as if I'm wastin'
And I'm wastin' everyday

This is the way you left me,
I'm not pretending.
No hope, no love, no glory,
No Happy Ending.
This is the way that we love,
Like it's forever.
To live the rest of our life,
But not together

My Dream...

Yes, I'm Happy cause Ori, Marissa and little Laia are going to come to visit me!! If there is something I'm really sorry is not being able to see how Laia is growing, it is one of the bad things that has living abroad: losing contact with my very good friends. However Oriol is the living proof that even with the long distance strong friendship doesn't get weak but more stong! I also miss Didi a lot! Our long neverending conversations mixed with beers. And many others of course.... I don't forget you Dani!!!!

However I'm afraid that after such a long time abroad (who knows when I will finally come back) all will be different. Of course they will be my friends but I will change and maybe in a so different way than them! I would like to keep such a lot of nice memories in my mind, all these especial moments of our lives that we past together.... and that we will never repeat again! Remeber us young and with a lot of vitalogy, doing crazy things and against the standards... feeling us free... all was possible, no rules no limits. We ruled our lives no live to us.... Have we lost?

While riding on a train goin' west,
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

With half-damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
Where we together weathered many a storm,
Laughin' and singin' till the early hours of the morn.

By the old wooden stove where our hats was hung,
Our words were told, our songs were sung,
Where we longed for nothin' and were quite satisfied
Talkin' and a-jokin' about the world outside.

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,
We never thought we could ever get old.
We thought we could sit forever in fun
But our chances really was a million to one.

As easy it was to tell black from white,
It was all that easy to tell wrong from right.
And our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the one road we traveled would ever shatter and split.

How many a year has passed and gone,
And many a gamble has been lost and won,
And many a road taken by many a friend,
And each one I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
That we could sit simply in that room again.
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

LORD PROTECT MY CHILD

Well I think that it can be confirmed yet... I will be uncle soon! My sister is pregnant!!
I'm really excited about the new! I'm very happy for her and for my parents as well, that they were really wishing it!

Woow! It's difficult to imagine that my little sister is going to be mother!! uffff!!


Well this goes for he or she! I wish him/her all the luck of the world... and to his/her mother... of course!!!

For his age, he's wise
He's got his mother's eyes
There's gladness in his heart
He's young and he's wild
My only prayer is, if I can't be there,
Lord, protect my child

As his youth now unfolds
He is centuries old
Just to see him at play makes me smile
No matter what happens to me
No matter what my destiny
Lord, protect my child

While the world is asleep
You can look at it and weep
Few things you find are worthwhile
And though I don't ask for much
No material things to touch
Lord, protect my child

He's young and on fire
Full of hope and desire
In a world that's been raped, raped and defiled
If I fall along the way
And can't see another day
Lord, protect my child

There'll be a time I hear tell
When all will be well
When God and man will be reconciled
But until men lose their chains
And righteousness reigns
Lord, protect my child

Faith...

Yes!!! I did it!! I finished København Marathon! Not only this, I did it properly, I mean running ALL the time and with a more than excellent time for being the first time (and maybe the last one). I'm very happy because I did a thing that few months ago wasn't been impossible to think about! The power of will moves mountains really!!!

Thus, after such a long and hard training all has been worth!! I'd would like to thank everybody that has helped me and cheered me up, but especially to Joost for his patience during all the days we went to train, without him it wouldn't be possible!!


Now... time to rest!!!



The sea so deep and blind
The sun, the wild regret
The club, the wheel, the mind,
O love, aren't you tired yet?

The club, the wheel, the mind
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The blood, the soil, the faith
These words you can't forget
Your vow, your holy place
O love, aren't you tired yet?

The blood, the soil, the faith
O love, aren't you tired yet?
A cross on every hill
A star, a minaret
So many graves to fill
O love, aren't you tired yet?

So many graves to fill
O love, aren't you tired yet?
The sea so deep and blind
Where still the sun must set
And time itself unwind
O love, aren't you tired yet?
And time itself unwind
O love, aren't you tired yet?

Leonard Cohen

Man on the Street

Well it is the day. This sunday I'll face one the most difficult but exciting challanges I've ever done... the Kobenhavn Marathon 2008!!! After 4 months training almost everyday it is the moment. From the realistic point of view I know it will be a torment, especially the never ending last kms. But anyway the decision is done, maybe my last one! From this lines just acknowledge to everybody that has supported me and that gave me usefull advices... I'll do my best!!!

The song is for what might happen....

I'll sing you a song, ain't very long,
about an old man who never done wrong.
How he died nobody can say,
They found him dead in the street one day.

Well, the crowd, they gathered one fine morn,
At the man whose clothes 'n' shoes were torn.
There on the sidewalk he did lay,
They stopped 'n' stared 'n' walked their way.

Well, the p'liceman come and he looked around,
"Get up, old man, or I'm a-takin' you down."
He jabbed him once with his billy club
And the old man then rolled off the curb.

Well, he jabbed him again and loudly said,
"Call the wagon; this man is dead."
The wagon come, they loaded him in,
I never saw the man again.

I've sung you my song, it ain't very long,
ÔBout an old man who never done wrong.
How he died no one can say,
They found him dead in the street one day.

"Danish" is the Loving tongue!!!

Yes!!!!!!!!! I did it!! At the second attempt I have past the first level Danish exam! I'm closer to become a danish now!! hehehe! .... Actually I had to invite the examinator for a beer because otherwise ... ejemmm!! Well... but anyway it is done! After 9 months here I recap my danish and it is really a crap, I think that there is no more space in my head for other language than mathematics!! But well at least I know how to say some important things in danish, well the survival stuff like beer, hungry and of course .... jeg elsker dig!!!

Broke her heart, lost my own
Adios, Mi corazon

Spanish is the loving tongue
Soft as music, light as spray
'Twas a girl I learned it from
Living down Sonora way
I don't look much like a lover
Still I say her loved words over
Mostly when I'm all alone!
Mi amor, Mi corazon

Haven't seen her since that night
I can't cross the line you know
Wanted for a gambling fight
Like as not it's better so
Still I've always kind of missed her
Since that last sad night I kissed her
Broke her heart, lost my own
Adios, Mi corazon

Broke her heart, lost my own
Adios, Mi corazon
Adios, Mi corazon

Our lives ... or The journey to Ithaca

Well ... as you know Ithaca is the homeland of Odysseus. Homer explains the long and difficult way back from Troya to Ithaca of Odysseus and his men. Fooled by the Gods the journey to Ithaca became one of the more Dangerous but more Extraordinary journey that no man has ever done. A lot of knowledge and wisdom Odysseus got from this journey, and after several years he came back to Ithaca... older... but being a better man than when he left home.

This tale makes me think that moving from my home, although it was tough and difficult it has been one of the better decisions I have made. Now I don't really when I will come back, but for sure I will bring back with me a big luggage full of friends, good and bad memories, wisdom and over all the feeling to be a different man.

The song is from Lluis Llach and it has been translated from catalan, so excuse me for any gramatical mistake I could do (I did my best)

As you set out for Ithaca
hope your road is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.

You have to pray for a long road,
for many mornings when
you enter harbours you're seeing for the first time,
and to go to cities to learn what they know.

Arriving there is what you're destined for.
But don't hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you're old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you've gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaca to make you rich.

Ithaca gave you the marvellous journey.
Without her you wouldn't have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.
And if you find her poor, Ithaca won't have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you'll have understood by then what these Ithacas mean

Far away, far away of the fallen trees
that now imprision you,
and when you beat them
remember not to stop again.

Far away, always far away,
far away than the day than now ties you.
And when you will be free
start again with new steps.

Far away, far away,
far away of the tomorow that is coming.
And when you would think that you arrive,
be able to find new paths.

Good journey to the warriors
that are faithfull to their land,
that the God of winds helps
the sail of their ship,
and although the fight
they have the pleasure to be loved.
Fill the nets of the beloved stars
full of adventures
full of wisdom.

All I really want to do.... is to be your friend!

Hej! This one is for you miss K. Hehehe!
At least the only one that looks that look my blog and make any comment, although it was only to complain ;-P


Just post this picture to show how I miss when we were all together in danish class. Unfortunetly you are too much inteligent to be in a class of stupids like me, that the only thing that can say in danish is "jeg forstår ikke" and ...."måske ja måske nej"... hehehe!!!!

See you soon soon ahhhhh!! and thank you for these crazy
and dirty parties in "The Larmer"!!

I ain't lookin' to compete with you, Beat or cheat or mistreat you, Simplify you, classify you, Deny, defy or crucify you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you, Frighten you or uptighten you, Drag you down or drain you down, Chain you down or bring you down. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I ain't lookin' to block you up Shock or knock or lock you up, Analyze you, categorize you, Finalize you or advertise you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to straight-face you, Race or chase you, track or trace you, Or disgrace you or displace you, Or define you or confine you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to meet your kin, Make you spin or do you in, Or select you or dissect you, Or inspect you or reject you. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you. I don't want to fake you out, Take or shake or forsake you out, I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me, See like me or be like me. All I really want to do Is, baby, be friends with you.

I shall be released... from you

Well... My mood looks better today than yesterday, and hopefully worst than tomorrow! Right now I'm doing a big effort for this would be true, although there are things that don't help anyway! A lot of work would help me to keep my mind away from these pointless thoughts. I must go through all these things... please stop thinking on her! Just pick up the anchor and be free again...

They say every man must need protection

They say that every man must fall

Yet I swear I see my reflection

Someplace so high above the wall

I see the light come shinin'
from the west on to the east
any day now, anyday now
I shall be released

Down here next to me in this lonely crowd

There's a man who swears he's not to blame

All day long I hear him crying out loud

Calling out that he's been framed

When the "spring" comes in

Life goes on... the danish spring is "almost" here, I hope ;-(

Now it is time to look forward. New things are out there. Some new things will be brought by the chill winds of spring and some others, that were always close to you, will appear to show you that nothing you left behind could be better than the one is gonna come... I hope...




Oh the time will come up
When the winds will stop
And the breeze will cease to be breathin'
Like the stillness in the wind
'Fore the hurricane begins
The hours when the ship comes in.

And the seas will split
And the ship will hit
And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking
Then the tide will sound
And the wind will pound
And the morning will be breaking.

Oh the fishes will laugh
As they swim out of the path
And the seagulls they'll be smiling
And the rocks on the sand
Will proudly stand
The hour that the ship comes in.

And the words that are used
For to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they're spoken
For the chains of the sea
Will have busted in the night
And will be buried at the bottom of the ocean.

A song will lift
As the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts on to the shoreline
And the sun will respect
Every face on the deck
The hour that the ship comes in.

Then the sands will roll
Out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touchin'
And the ship's wise men
Will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin'.

Oh the foes will rise
With the sleep in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal
And know that it's for real
The hour that the ship comes in.

Then they'll raise their hands
Sayin' we'll meet all your demands
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered
And like Pharaoh's tribe
They'll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered.

It ain't me baby who you are looking for

This one is dedicated to what could be but finally wasn't... with sorrow:




Go 'way from my window,
Leave at your own chosen speed.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I'm not the one you need.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Never weak but always strong,
To protect you an' defend you
Whether you are right or wrong,
Someone to open each and every door,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.


Go lightly from the ledge, babe,
Go lightly on the ground.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I will only let you down.
You say you're lookin' for someone
Who will promise never to part,
Someone to close his eyes for you,
Someone to close his heart,
Someone who will die for you an' more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.


Go melt back into the night, babe,
Everything inside is made of stone.
There's nothing in here moving
An' anyway I'm not alone.
You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall,
To gather flowers constantly
An' to come each time you call,
A lover for your life an' nothing more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're lookin' for, babe.