Mi burbuja

Sun, 18 May 2008 10:19:38 GMT

Yesternight was The night of the museums. That means, they were open, they were free, and some performances, concerts and lectures were given to anyone who wanted to see, listen and share.
On Friday I read about some of them and thought: why not? So I tried to talk some people into it. Then tried some more, and on saturday I kept on trying. But, for one reason or another, I found noone to keep me company saturday night. And then, on saturday evening, I reached the point where I began to really like the idea of going alone. I know there's people I didn't call, and perhaps they would have come, but at that point the idea of going there alone, have my own time, visit the museum at my own pace, was really inviting.

So I finally went alone.

As it rained I went to the Etnology museum, in Montjuïc. It was closer than most and they were going to held a concert. Traditional music, tangoes, kumbia, waltz... It was an accordion concert, showing the evolution of traditional music and dances. I didn't dance, because, well, I was alone and as I'm a bit shy and an awful daner, I prefered to just sing, clap and follow the rithms with my feet. And I had a great time, because people was having a great time, and I enjoy watching and observing other people having fun (not in the nasty way :P). There were children, young people, old people, middle-aged people... And everybody enjoyed it. And the musicians were surely enjoying it, which also showed in their performance. So it was great.

Then, when the music was over, I visited the museum. I coukld see the expotions about rural Catalonia, about rural Salamanca, manga and ilustration in Japan, Kalash people in Nuristan, false miths about Moroco, aborigine Australia and main religions in Ethiopia.

It was really interesting, and I have to come back with some time to see the upper storeys.

On July 5th they are going to held another night of open doors with more music and more dance. Perhaps this time I'll bring someone, just to share the fun and the good feelings.

BTW, when I got out of the museum it had stopped raining and I could see all of Barcelona at night, clean and fresh. I could even see the Tibidabo church. And Montjuïc was quite alive (everybody was going out one museum or another) and it was not as grim a way back home as I had expected.

Gola ampla

Tue, 13 May 2008 17:43:52 GMT

Si no tens casa...
es culpa d'uns fartons que guanyen massa.
Tu no tens casa,
ells guanyem massa tu no tens casa
per culpa d'uns fartons que guanyen massa.

Al garrotin, al garrotan
de la vera, vera, vera de sant Joan

Compren i requalifiquen
entre ombres d'amagat
Han fet malbé el paisatge
les muntanyes i la mar.

Tenen la gola molt ampla
mes ampla que el Perellonet
si vols sostre per quan ploga
hipoteca el futur xiquet!

Lletra i música: Miquel Gil

A bit of pimping

Mon, 12 May 2008 22:01:13 GMT

100drawings_Memory by ~braen on deviant ART

This a some more on my devart page.

Sin prisa

Sun, 11 May 2008 19:59:44 GMT

sin prisa
Cargado originalmente por veintionce

Estoy aquí, probando cosillas nuevas.
Si esto funciona, lo usaremos más.

Y ahora a ver si me hago algo de cena, que el estómago me ruge.
me apetece guarrear, pero no sé si tengo papas.

Sun, 11 May 2008 19:48:03 GMT

This weekend (a long one, bnecause I don't work tomorrow) I wanted to do something different. We wanted to go to the mountain, to eat soem omelettes, or perhaps to go to Badalona, watch it's medieval city, eat a paella near the beach, play a bit in the sand... But then on friday it began to rain, and rain, and rain...
so we said: "let's go to a museum instead"
As Murphy would probably have told us had we asked him: "if you have an alternative plan because it's going to rain, then it won't rain after all"
No, today it hasn't rain, at all. In fact we've had quite a nice day. But we had already decided we were going to visit the Maritim Museum.

I had already visited it some years ago, but I love it. The models of the ships and vessels, the ancient maps, all the old fishing tackle...

I've had a good time, and a nice lunch in an italian restaurant near Plaça Sant Jaume.
All in all it's been a good sunday.

On other bright news, my brother got me an MSX emulator for my PC.

I can play Maze of Gallious now!!!

Sat, 10 May 2008 21:50:09 GMT

Perque ficar a la presó a algú per cremar una merda de drap mentre el tios que maten a les seves dones a cops campen per la geografia peninsular tan tranquils em sembal una gilipollada (bé, i perque m'ho semblaria igualment encara que els maltractadors estiguessin tots a la presó):

Llibertat per al Franki

It's raining cats and dogs

Sat, 10 May 2008 21:41:52 GMT

It's reaining. Lots, and lots, and lots, and lots. It's been raining for more than 36 hours now.

It was about time. Let's see if this helps a bit with the draught.

Thu, 08 May 2008 21:54:41 GMT

taken from mina_murray

Everyone should have a significant other as loyal and devoted as you. Even though you were born to be a star and shine in the limelight, you remember that the people around you are just as important as you are. Your first instinct is to take care of the people in your life, whether it's your family, your team, your unit, or your friends. Some might call you a natural leader.

In fact, you're almost too good to be true. Hard-working but not obsessive; thoughtful but not wallowing in angst; open-minded but also practical, principled but still pragmatic.

Where things start to go wrong for you, probably, is that you'retoo nice. People take you for granted, play on your sympathies, or manipulate you by tapping in to your love of being the center of attention. You need to stop being other people's punching bag and start looking out for Number Frakking One once in a while.

Not that ia folow teh series as intently as her, but.. I love quizzes :P

comicbook writers are never that original but...

Wed, 07 May 2008 15:44:28 GMT

Reading the last Teen titans (that really made no sense whatsoever, I don't know what the writter was thinking) I came upon this pair of pages:

(the white evil martian is only in her head. Robin is not deaf yet :P)

That reminded me a lot of this other page here, back in the good old Young Justice days (man, how do I miss Peter David):

So, what the heck is that? Homage? copy? Or more likely a lazy and lousy writer?

I mean, even if the situation is really similar -the most "prone-to-get-evil" member of the group looks for Robin (whom she is not-so-secretly in love with) and asks for his help in a not quite legal operation-, Peter David had a point in saying that taking someone guilty out of prison was perhaps too black a grey. Meanwhile, Robin not wanting to forge some papers? Tim "I made up a fake uncle" Drake? It's just stupid. I don't see Tim or Bruce (or even Clark "I'm going to adopt a kid from krypton" Kent) having any problem (moral or whatsoever) in forging some papers for their martian friends. So it's out of character, to say the least.

That said, the Titans had been so bad a title since OYL that the current arc is nearly good.

Please, Mr DC, put your Monkey in any other title.

Don't even know where this one comes from

Wed, 07 May 2008 12:28:11 GMT

Last night I had a weird dream.

I've dreamt about a man, old, but not ancient. Like Obi Wan in episode 4 or perhaps more like Sean Connery in the Highlanders. He was old, but one could see he was well fitted, strong, and a good fighter. He wore a bo and he was walking through the forest. A really thick rain forest.

Somehow I knew he was not exactly alone. Somewhere was a younger man, an evil one, for his face and eyes were cruel, who also carried a bo and was looking for the same thing thatn him.

But the older man arrived the first to the tower. It was some kind of temple or sacred tower, in ruins, and he had to enter and it would make everything right. I din't know exactly what was at stake, but I somehow knew he was protecting someone else and that lots of lives depended of him entering the tower.

But then the younger men arrived and they fought. It was an easy fight and the older man won. So he began walking to the tower.

Afeter a pair of steps, the younger man appeared again, as fresh and ready as the first time, as if he had never fought the man before. That time it was harder to win and the older man lost his bo and was hit real bad before finally winning, this time letting the younger man unconscious, bleeding and weaoponless.

He faced the tower ready. He had won and he was going to fulfil his destiny and make everything right again. he walked the last steps to get to the door..

And then the young man appeared again, fresh and ready, as if they had never fought before. But the older man was now tired and hurt and weaponless and the younger man was stronger this time. And it was not fair, because he had fought so hard to get there. he had won twice already adn he was just by the door. But he was going to die because the younger man was cheating somehow, or perhaps just because he was older... He was dying and it was not fair.

And then I've woken up, all uneasy and feeling like crying and I'm glad I woke up, because I'm still sure he was going to die and I didn't want to see it.

Update picture gallery

Tue, 06 May 2008 17:18:14 GMT

Dead key, rusty flowers. by ~pueyo on deviant ART

With this and more!!

^^

Avui he descobert aquesta cançó...

Tue, 06 May 2008 07:49:59 GMT

I m'ha fet molta gracia que algú que no em coneix escrigui una caçó que em defineix tant be XDDDD

Se'm moren les plantes
Se'm moren les plantes,
no puc fer-hi res
Per molt que les regui
Se'm panseixen al cap de pocs dies
i no en sé el perquè.

Se'm moren les plantes no ho puc evitar
Per molt que m'hi esforci
Alguns diuen que és el canvi de clima
però jo sé que no és veritat.

Em posen a prova perquè saben com sóc
Que no toco de peus a terra,
que quan se'm demana no hi sóc.
Que tot el que creix mor poc a poc.

Quan la constància flaqueja
Si et distreus perds el nord.

Se'm moren les plantes
i em poso molt trist,
Però no perdo l'esperança
Compro llavors al florista cada matí.

Lletra i música Jaume Pla (La Alegría de la Huerta)

Mon, 05 May 2008 15:24:28 GMT

Cuando pienso en tu vida y la mía
y las sombras me rozan la piel,
una voz me murmura al oído:
"déjala, no la puedes querer."

Yo le doy la razón pero luego
no consigo ocultar la verdad,
y otra voz , más profunda, me dice:
"nunca vas a poderla olvidar."

No conozco la sierra sin nieve,
no comprendo el invierno en abril,
sin poesía no sufro la noche,
no me explico la vida sin tí.

Y si en este mar de mis dudas
no consigo olvidarme de ti,
seguiré el camino marcado
y mi existencia sin ti.

(No sé bien de quien es este poema, pero lo he leído hoy y es precioso, o sea que ahí va)

When did we killed happiness?

Sat, 03 May 2008 10:06:26 GMT

“We have everything we need to be happy, but we aren’t happy. Something’s missing.”

Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury

Today, while I read the paper, this quote just popped up. And I just know it's true. We as a society, are not happy. Of course, there must be someone out there who is. There's always a exception to confirm the rule, but as a whole, we are not happy. We are content most of the time, pletoric sometimes, in this tiny little moments of true bliss, and, if we are really lucky, we can even achieve peace of mind. But we are not happy. Perhaps we aren't meant to be happy. Perhaps we killed happiness when we decided that only being the best, only achieving more than the rest, could a person be a winner. Perhaps, as I've always felt in my gut, we have mistaken personal gain with happiness and now we don't know our way back.

Perhaps those that claim that happiness is just a void word and doesn't exist are right.

Perhaps.

Mind you, We are not unhappy either. We, as a whole, as there might be exceptions again, can't live in a state of perpetual sadness. That would only drive as mad. I know. So we can't say we are unhappy, because... well... You know what I mean. Even those broken hearts of the worst shape (thousands and thousands of little pieces scattered all over) can feel elated by the wind in their face, the sun high up in the sky, the birds singing to welcome spring...

In spain we say "Despues de la tormenta, siempre llega la calma", after a storm, everything goes calm. But it's also said that perfect calm preceeds the worst of storms. So? That's how we are supposed to live? Blessing the few quiet calm moments, knowing a storm will come for sure? Facing the storm the best we can, knowing it's going to end sooner or later?

Sounds fair enough to me.

Perhaps it's not happiness, perhaps it is and we can't recognize it after all these years of waiting (like Penelope, who couldn't recognize his husband at first).

Anyway, perhaps I'm wrong and people is happy all over and it's just me that can't see it. So don't mind me much and be happy. Or just content, whatever suits you best. I will keep searching.

Arriba, Parias de la Tierra!!

Thu, 01 May 2008 10:23:59 GMT

¡ Arriba, parias de la Tierra !
¡ En pie, famélica legión !
Atruena la razón en marcha :
es el fin de la opresión.
Del pasado hay que hacer añicos.
¡ Legión esclava en pie a vencer !
El mundo va a cambiar de base.
Los nada de hoy todo han de ser.
Agrupémonos todos,
en la lucha final.
El género humano
es la internacional.
Ni en dioses, reyes ni tribunos,
está el supremo salvador.
Nosotros mismos realicemos
el esfuerzo redentor.
Para hacer que el tirano caiga
y el mundo siervo liberar,
soplemos la potente fragua
que el hombre libre ha de forjar.
Agrupémonos todos,
en la lucha final.
El género humano
es la internacional.
La ley nos burla y el Estado
oprime y sangra al productor;
nos da derechos irrisorios
no hay deberes del señor.
Basta ya de tutela odiosa,
que la igualdad ley ha de ser:
" No más deberes sin derechos,
ningún derecho sin deber "
Agrupémonos todos,
en la lucha final.
El género humano
es la Internacional.

(La Internacional)

Porque en lugar de dormir más o irnos a la playa, hoy (y siempre) deberíamos estar todos ahí, reunidos, recordando al empresario y al estado que somos una clase madura, que somos más, que vayan con cuidado. A las buenas, todos salimos ganando. A las malas... ellos tienen más que perder que yo.

¡¡Viva la revolución popular!!

Mon, 28 Apr 2008 19:21:37 GMT

robado de kmiya

INSTRUCCIONES: Marca con una 'x' las cosas estúpidas que te han pasado, pon como título 'he realizado 'numero' de 41 cosas estúpidas y luego taggea a 5 personas.

1-[x] Se te ha caído el chicle de la boca cuando hablas

2-[x] Se te ha caído el chicle de la boca aunque no estés hablando

3-[x] Te has golpeado con una puerta o algo transparente

4-[x] Te has tirado de un vehiculo en movimiento ---(no pregunteis)

5-[x] Has pensado algo divertido y te empiezas a reir y la gente se te queda viendo raro

6-[ ] Te has golpeado con un arbol mientras caminas

7-[ ] Es posible lamer tu codo.

8-[ ] Al leer esto acabas de tratar de lamer tu codo --> ( No, porque lo probé hace tiempo)

9- [ ] Nunca te habias dado cuenta que la canción 'del abecedario' y la de 'estrellita donde estas' tienen el mismo ritmo

10-[x] Al leer el número 9 trataste de cantarlas

11-[x] Te has tropesado con tu agujeta y caído --> (Agujetas son los cordones de los zapatos. Y lo sé por un culebron ¬¬¿)

12-[x] Te has estado ahogando con tu propia saliva

13-[ ] Has visto la la película de matrix y sigues sin entenderla

14-[x] No te diste cuenta que en la pregunta anterior esta 2 veces la palabra 'la'.

15-[x] Acabas de regresarte a ver si es verdad.

16-[ ] Tu cabello ha terminado de todo color menos del que lo pintaste

17-[x] La gente te ha llamado lento.

18-[x] Haz incendiado algo accidentalmente.

19-[x] Has tratado de tomar una cañita con la boca pero se te va por la nariz/ojos.

20-[] De repente como que se te cae la baba

21-[x] Te has quedado dormido(a) en clase.

22-[ ] A veces dejas de pensar

23-[x] Estas diciendo una historia y se te olvida de lo que hablabas

24-[ ] La gente mueve la cabeza y se aleja de ti muy seguido.

25-[x] Muy seguido te dicen que no le hagas caso a la voz dentro de tu cabeza

26-[ ] Usas los dedos para hacer sumas simples

27-[ ] Has comido un insecto. --> (pero una vez se me metio una mosca en la boca... argh)

28-[x] Estas haciendo esta prueba mientras deberías estar haciendo algo importante.

29-[x] Te has puesto tu ropa al revés o del lado equivocado.--- (hoy no)

30-[x] Has buscado algo por todos lados y resulta que lo tenias en la bolsa/mano.

31-[ ] Mandas correos cadena porque tienes miedo de que pase alguna de las cosas que dice que van a pasar aunque sabes que NO es posible que pasen.

32-[ ] Pierdes las cosas muy fácil y seguido.

33-[ ] Tus amigos saben que no deben usar palabras largas cuando hablan contigo.

34-[ ] Te golpeas la cabeza con la mano cuando te confundes.

35-[x] Te has caído de tu silla.

36-[x] Cuando estas acostado en tu cama ves el techo y tratas de encontrar figuras en la textura del techo.

37-[ ] Dices mucho la palabra mmmm cuando hablas

38-[x] Alguien o mas de alguien te ha dicho que estas loco.

39-[x] tienes una afición secreta por una caricatura.

40-[x] no tienes ni idea de para que sirven muchos programas que tu computadora

41-[ ] no te sabes tu numero de celular

taggeo a... todo el que quiera, en serio... que no quiero pensar XD

VAMOS A CONTAR MENTIRAS, TRALARÁ

Mon, 28 Apr 2008 17:15:41 GMT

"Ya no te miro."
Mentira
"Ya no te busco."
Mentira
"Ya no me dueles."
Mentira.
"Ya no te quiero."
Oh, mentira, vil mentira.
"Ya no me muero por tu exclusiva."
Mentira, mentira, mentira.

El problema de mentirse a uno mismo
es que al final siempre salta la liebre.

Y digo yo,
¿quién se va a tragar mis mentiras si no yo?
Pues ya ves,
ya ni esas me trago.

Debería dejar de jugar a contar mentiras.
Al final, ¿sabes qué?
Resulta que nunca son verdad.

Mon, 28 Apr 2008 13:31:52 GMT

So... my dad's surprise birthday party was a succes!

He was really, really surprised. He didn't have a clue! It was sooo funny. My uncle's had made some masks using my dad's face and it was really funny to see everybody burst out of a door, looking like him.

The restaurant was just ok, but it was nice to see all my uncles and aunts and cousins, because I love them a lot, but... well... you all know how life is. Also, my nieces and nephew had a chance to play with their older cousins.

Some years ago if anyone had told me that I was a family woman, I would have ~~laughed~~ looked at them with a dry smile (because I rather raise my eyebrows than laugh at people :P). But I admit that now that I'm older, I feel really at peace knowing I have that many people to love and that love me in return.

As a plus, we saw wild boars!!

Birthday's and so

Sun, 27 Apr 2008 11:40:34 GMT

Yesterday we had a party to celebrate cazarrabo's 30th birthday.

We (ok, at least I) drank quite a lot, and as we had started so damn early (I mean, it was a suprise party, and as we were supposed to be at a restaurant at 9,30_ or so thought the birthday boy_, the actual party had to start at 8 o'clock), and it was cold, and we were sleepy... well... we didn't make it till the sun rose, as it was our first intention.

But the party was quite nice. cazarrabo was happy with his presents and a pair of videos we prepared for him, even if he protested he was only 30, not dead.

Today I have another surprise party, because my dad turned 60 last thursday. I'm going to die from extenuation tomorrow. Oh, and the double hung over is not going to help either.

Anyway, it's had been quite a long time since my last teenager party :P, so it's been fun after all.

FELIÇ SANT JORDI!!

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 22:34:41 GMT

Sant Jordi by ~braen on deviant ART

I wish you a great day, my love.

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 11:07:15 GMT

Happy Earth day.
Don't forget to look up to the sky, to smell the grass and embrace the wind.

Love.

Ska de la Tierra

La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre
Tiembla, llora, se duele del dolor más doloroso
Y es que piensa que ya no la quieren.
La tierra tiene fiebre
Tiembla, llora, se duele del dolor más doloroso
Y es que piensa que ya no la quieren.
Y es que no hay respeto por el aire limpio
Y es que no hay respeto por los pajarillos
Y es que no hay respeto por la tierra que pisamos
Y es que no hay respeto ni por los hermanos
Y es que no hay respeto por los que están sin tierra
Y es que no hay respeto y cerramos las fronteras
Y es que no hay respeto por los niños chiquininos
Y es que no hay respeto por las madres que buscan a sus hijos.
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre
Tiembla, llora, se duele del dolor más doloroso
Y es que piensa que ya no la quieren.
La tierra tiene fiebre
Tiembla, llora, se duele del dolor más doloroso
Y es que piensa q ya no la quieren.
Y es que no hay respeto y se mueren de hambre
Y es que no hay respeto y se ahoga el aire
Y es que no hay respeto y yo y lloran mas madres
Y es que no hay respeto y se mueren de pena los mares
Y es que no hay respeto por las cosas de los pueblos
Y es que no hay respeto desde los gobiernos
Y es que no hay respeto por los coches mininos
Y es que no hay respeto y el mundo se prendió...
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor que le cure la penita que tiene.
Aah-aah
La tierra tiene fiebre
La tierra tiene fiebre
La tierra tiene fiebre
La tierra tiene fiebre
La tierra tiene fiebre necesita medicina
Y poquito de amor q le cure la penita q tiene.
Aah-aah
Y es que no hay respeto por el aire limpio
Y es que no hay respeto por los pajarillos
Y es que no hay respeto por la tierra q pisamos
Y es que no hay respeto ni por los hermanos
Y es que no hay respeto por las cosas de los pueblos
Y es que no hay respeto desde los gobiernos
Y es que no hay respeto por los coches mininos
Y es que no hay respeto y el mundo se prendió...

BEBE

wowowowow

Sun, 20 Apr 2008 20:19:40 GMT

I've been at the Saló del Còmic de Barcelona, our annual comic convention.
I attend every year (and it's been like ten years since the last time I paid to enter), but I don't normally queu to obtain any autograph, because, well, I like a lot of people's work, but I find my time to be of great value, and I don't like to queu, and to be in line with lots of people waiting for someone to sign a piece of paper... well...
I'm that weird.

Today, though, I've been in a queu. I had to. It was one of those now or never situations, because... well... RAY HARRYHOUSEN was there!!!! Frigging Ray Harryhousen! The man itself! The myth! The legend! And he is still alive!!

I was so happy and excited that the only thing I've been able to tell him's been: "Mr Harryhousen, you are awesome".
XD
I'm a fangirl.
But a fangirl with an autograph!!

Tim sale, Terry Moore, Moebius, Manara and a lot of authors more were also there, but none of them is a legend still, although I'm sure a lot of them will be in the future.

Just one thing:

Sat, 19 Apr 2008 08:30:44 GMT

You know you are a complete geek when this kind of things made you giggle:

From Robin 173 (last page, next month preview, etc)

PD.- For all of those not following the series but wanting to know what's so funny, that girl in purple is called "Spoiler".

PD2.- That Rosebud thing is from "Citizen Cane" big mistery.

PD3.- And I think that's all anyone out of there who's not as geeky as me would need to get the pun.

PD4.- I'm still giggling.

Manara y el Periódico

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 09:55:46 GMT

M'encanta.

(For all those out there who are not spanish and not aware of our politics, this is because all the noise that some people is making because our new Defense minister is a young pregnant woman. This won't make them shut up, but it's cool all the same)

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 18:27:05 GMT

quiero esta version en Eurovisión!!!!!!