Merry Christmas

I write you this post to wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy new year 2008 full of surprises (Of good surprises, of course) Merry Christmas and Merry Yule :D

Two days ago I was a little sad, but I have recovered my smile. :D It's not strange, depressions are diagnosed on Christmas...

I have many objectives to 2008, So, I'm going to make a list. I make it almost all years, and I always achieve most of them. It's interesting to see the own evolution.

About the rest of things, I don't know what to say. What are you doing in these days? I think I will do the things I do all years, 24 th with my paternal family, 25 th with my maternal family. And then probably I will go out. I think I won't going out at 31 th, because I don't have yet the tickets. But then of three years living that experience, I have understood that sometimes is better to stay at home...

ill

Today is not one of my better days.

I'm ill. I'm not fine, I have pain of threat and eyes. Yesterday I had stomachache and headache too. I have not temperature, but anyway, I'm a virus with feet.

It annoy me! Why does it happen today? This mean that I'm not coming to theatre in two weeks! Next week if at most, I will go only to greet.. Today I can't go out. At any way, I have the pc to talk and write, books to read, letters to answer. I have something to do.

Happy.. but thoughtful

I'm thinking.

There are 13 days. 13 days of wait. Only 13. Then of these 13 I will finally understand what's the thing that heat my heart, that hug my mind and makes me cout all moments which I'm breathing.

I thank that then of my trip to Milan, or, my trip to the mind's confussion that the big metropolis have deffinitely decided about my heart, there wasn't solution. I was already a soul without destiny that saunder up and down thinking that he didn't exist. But exists. Exists and seems that he wants me.

In fact, it has appeared my ideal man. I don't know yet what It will happen. Two weeks yet... Today is a confusion's day too, anyway. A messagge of "happy bithday" sent from my mobile makes me remember that moment. The moment in that the "Viga" arrived to the big metropolis and was with some friends a little crazy. A message with answer that makes me remember. Makes me remember that they are there, and they didn't forget this friend that is a little crazy.

¡Thanks!

Thanks to everybody who remembered about my birthday yesterday :)

I'm old, I'm 21....

I will start...

Tomorrow everything starts again...

And the wheel rounds. Tomorrow I will go to Italian lessons, and Tuesday, to Chinese and English. I will see again the faces, of people that I value and ignore, I will start to fight against the letters...

There is people who had told me that I'm crazy: It's not enough with my mother tongues, (Spanish and Galician), with English, with Italian or with my criticized study of the Milan lenguage. (I will continue to fight about it) I will started Chinese.

If 10 years ago somebody told me about the things that are happening, I would not believe it.

And there are 10 days to become older: 21 years old. But it's the same, the hole important thing is to fight.. And not to wear myself out never!

Lost

Lost.

Lost again.

I am lost again in a sea of useless thoughts, of lost dreams, of endless fights to find a that person, Anahí, a middle-adult middle-child that already doesn't know how to face up to life, face up with a smile and all her strengh, (That is the thing I believe when I think in the moments I lived in a city that now is far) or with a tear, that falls too when I think in the reality of present. And I'm present and absent. Most of times absent. Because I'm not here. I wasn't never here. It's difficult to explain.

There are people who admires me. They admire me because of how I sing, of how I write, they admire my capacity of learning languages (Although I'm lazy) or to understand me with this f.. computers, although sometimes I become their slave. Well, about my artistically gifs, I only can tell something. Writing is not an ability. It's an illness. If yow want witing something good, you must to try it with your own stories and emotions, and sometimes are produced some strange sensations. Too strange. Sometimes almost suicidal.

Pics of Saturday

http://picasaweb.google.es/soniabuff/FotosCoruAActoConmemoraciNHiroshima

What a weekend!

This weekend I haven't been stopped a minute.

Friday: I have went out with Jenni, Toni, and a friend of Tony. We went for a drink, and then we went to a bar... I almost faint.

One of the ex colleagues of my father was singing in a bar... In one of these songs, she started to singing in front of me and when she had pieces of the song where she haven't to sing, she asked me for my life... ahahaha.

Yesterday was a great day. Mercedes came for me, (one of the humanists from here, from Vigo) Because we all went to meet to the humanists of A Coruña in a ceremony of the non-violence. I didn't stop doing things. (put the things, give out info, ecc) I got really tired. Anyway, I got funny. We arrived to Vigo at 3.00 AM! :D

Oooh mia bella Madonnina...

I wanted this song in this blog, as a dedicaton to the mornings, the afternoons, the evenings and the nights that I have lived, my smiles and my tears, specially my smiles, from the 28 of March and the 1 of April, and the 9 and the 11 of April.

I miss you, Milan... I have left you crying and with subjects to resolve,who know when I will see you again. I hope to see you soon, because you are hated but a lot of people, but I miss you. Now I cry and I get excited when I remember my euphoria but I will fight. For you, for everything I couldn't do yet, for everything I will do next time.


Madonnina


A disen: "La canzon la nass a Napoli",
e certament gh'hann minga tutt i tòrt,
Surriento, Margellina, tutt i pòpoli
i avrann cantaa almen on milion de vòlt.
Mi speri che se offendarà nissun
se parlom on ciccin anca de numm.

O mia bella Madonnina, che te brillet de lontan
tutta dòra e piscinina, Ti te dòminet Milan
sòtta Ti se viv la vita, se sta mai coj man in man.
Canten tucc: "Lontan de Napoli se moeur",
ma poeu vegnen chi a Milan!

Adess gh'è la canzon de Ròma magica
de Nina, el Cupolone, el Rugantin.
Se sbatten in del Tever: "Ròma tragica!"
Esageren, me par, on ciccinin...
Sperem che vegna minga la mania
de mettess a cantà: "Malano mia!"...

O mia bella Madonnina ...
Sì, vegnì senza paura,
numm ve slongarem la man:
tutt el mond l'è on gran paes
- e semm d'accord! -
ma Milan l'è on gran Milan!

Ouf!

Hi to everybody :)

Today I'm a little tired. Because yesterday I went out to the 6.30 in the morning with Vanessa and another people. I have drank something, a strawberry caipiroska. Then, we went out to another places. We went into three different discos and all of them were absolutely full of people!!!

First of all, I waited for Vane in a place that we had said. But I haven't seen her for a long time.. I was waiting and I have read some messages of one person when I was in Italy, and I felt a little melancholic. A tear falled when I was remembering that I got a lot of fun in Milan (without comments) and remembering that person.

We went to some discos. Exactly into three. The worst thing is that: Every discos were full of people. How is possible? Here in Vigo? In June? Nobody takes holydays in this city?

I got fun, but finally I was really tired. I hadn't going out at night for a long time!

Some minutes ago, I tried to charge my Italian card because it didn't have much money... And I could do it! I am happy. I need to use it, he, he, he.

Forgotten dreams

Today I dreamt with Jose, a boy that I liked when I was 15.

He was an school partner and, First of all, I got on well with him, the problem was when he discovered that I liked him. I was crazy avout him to the 17. Nowadays, I have supered this, although my emotional situation is always unsteady, he, he, he.

Musical Experiment

I could never imagine the thing I have done now.

I was listening a song of the Modena City Ramblers, an Italian group who makes celtic music, they are inspired by the Irish music, and sing in Italian and in Modena dialect.

Well, I was listening one of their songs,"La Fiola Dal Paisan", And I don't know why... Suddenly, I have taken my tambourine. I take easily the rithim of the song. And I have playing with my tambourine while I sang a part in Italian, and a part in Modena dialect.

I haven `t been making experiments for a long time...

It's an advantage...

It's an advantage that I didn't listen musical groups really known. Then, if you write them, they answer :P

And it hasn't finished yet...

I found the video of "Qué jallo é" too (1994, I probably was 7 or 8 years old ) When I was a child, the truth is that I was afraid of them...

yesterday what it happened to me is that, then of watching it, I couldn't avoid to be moved and cry... Not by sadness, but by happyness and melancholy...

Íscalle Lura

What a memory... That video was my initation to rock.. 10 years ago! Who could imagine it?

Reflection

Time goes fast when you notice that one year is like another; the same school periods, holidays periods, cellebrations, weekends, mornings, afternoons, evenings.

Heredeiros da Crus... returns?

I had read a new that have surprised me a lot, published at the virtual newspaper of "La voz de Galicia" at the 16th Febrary.

It tells that Javi Maneiro, singer of Heredeiros da Crus, ( The first musical group important in my life) have said that the group will get toghether to think at the possibility of play togheter again.

It's a good new, but full of questions for me... Some of the members are working in another musical projects. Could be true?

I will inform you

Men...

I have a big mix-up in my mind..

I have a lot of men in my mind... And I don0t know if I'm important to someone...

Probably I'm not nothing to some of then. Or an admirer. Or a friend. But no-one will dream with me...

I'm listening a song that predicts the tragedy...

Subliminal advertising in an American cooking show

In USA, has born a really big polemic because of this video.

It's an American TV programme (Iron Chef America) where you can see that there are subliminal messages from Mc Donald's.

What a night

Hi to everybody:

I'm here, then of a going-out night (A really disgusting one, of course) The first thing that made me angry is that Begoña came with us (But it's worst to her, if I am her, if never will going out with us)

This night was really horrible. First we went to a disco, that was full, they made pay to my friends and they didn't make us enter. He must to call the police. They went fast. They were, I think, five local and two national police-officer. The whole thing is that the national police wasn't neccesary, when they saw that police was there, they give us the money (or a part of the money)

Finally, we went to another place. I didn't want drink but I must to, because if you don't pay for a drink you can't go out. I drank a licqueur 43 with chocolat drink (I hate beer) I arrived at 6 at home... and my mother was angry because of the hour, I don't understand why, sometimes I have arrived at 7, sometimes at 9, and she never said me something...

About art

A human is who knows how to make you cry. An artist is who knows how to make you laugh.

Bad weekend

This weekend wasn't the best:

- Fights at Friday night
- Melancholy at Saturday night
- Wishes of realize an impossible dream
- Jelousy at Sunday.

Happy 2007

Good morning to everybody (Well, it's 14.12, but I've just get up!) Evening has gone well, I took a good dinner in my grandparent's house, and then I went to Etnias. I drink some malibu with pineapple, I had some boy behind me, and I danced without control.

Now I have to going to past to take stock of this last year. It hasn't gone bad, although there were some bad things. The year 2006 it didn't have started well, with my emotions out of control (Now I'm a little bit calm) I wanted to solve with Marco in that moment, and the true is that now I wouldn't want to solve anything. Did he earn my tears? I don't know, the whole thing is that now I'm as free as the wind and I'm proud about, I take a good use of my time ;). I admit that this year, I had a lot of men in my mind. I had my emotions really out of control.


Artistically, I can't complain: My evolution is positive, and sometimes I have oportunities. For example, I have participated in a poetry book in Italian. About my musical taste, if somebody say me: "Tell me about the musical group you have listened most of the time this year" The answer is obvious. Gem Boy! And if somebody dislikes it, can get f*****.

I had good luck too about religion, I found a lot of wiccans this year. And not only that, I knew a lot of people for going out and talking :D.

I started this year with a lot of dreams and hopes, without hurry, but without breaks. I want to progress with my artistic evolution, getting on well with my studies, losing a little sense of shame, and making some things more difficult to do, but not impossible...

Happy 2007 to everybody!