Fantasy 3

La Linea

2010-11-28T22:08:00.000+01:00

Do you know this animated character?

Its name is La Linea, and it's a character created in 1969 by Osvaldo Cavandoli and dubbed by Carlo Bonomi. At the beginning it had been created to some ads. Finally it became an animation character known by many people, but not many know their language.

I have read in many forums and videos, discussions about its language. English? French? Italian? Hungarian? Spanish? And invented language? It isn't any of those posibilities.

It is a language that I really know, because the mistery and forgotten language is Milan's language :)

Suggestions...

2010-08-27T14:06:00.000+02:00

I need suggestions.

Things to do to occupy my head.

The ideas I have are not enough.

That boy of the ATM...

2010-04-22T22:40:00.001+02:00

State- sad

Song- Gianna Nannini- Attimo

I’m sad. Thoughtful. Months have past, but I remember. I remember when I was at Gratosoglio, and a young driver, I think an autobus driver, told me “Buongiorno” with a smile. I answered, with a smile too. And I continued by my way. I don’t remember if the driver was a a tram driver or a autobus driver, but probably the second one. There are two trams there, the 3 and the 15, and the line 79 of bus. And the boy was waiting some minutes first of going again. I didn’t say nothing in that moment, because I had Fabio. But I have to say that I didn’t forgot that boy. And I regret not to say nothing else.

I couldn’t find his trace. I returned to my home. I don’t know why I remember him. Maybe I lie myself and I try to distract my conscience of my sad and cruel life. I’m not in my Milan. And spring arrived. Spring makes me feel strange. Who was him? What was his name? Maybe that smile was just my imagination? I Orly know that I remember him. And nobody can help me.

A little bit sad

2010-03-03T16:42:00.000+01:00

çStatus: A little bit sad
Song: Verdena: Ovunque

Today I'm a little bit sad. I'm at Bologna. I like a boy of a bar and its some days I don't see him. One of the children is ill so tomorrow I will be busy all day. In addition, today the weather is not so good and all boys ignore me xDDD

I have a good new too but I can't talk about it because is not sure. I hope it.

Deep loneliness

2009-10-30T14:23:00.002+01:00

State: Sad
Song: Counting Crows: Colorblind

Loneliness.

Deep loneliness.

I feel blocked in a tunnl, the angy has exploted, the research of my inner peace has been impulsed.

Merry Samhain to everybody.

Courage

2009-09-18T18:13:00.004+02:00

State: A little bit tired
Song: Los Piratas- La sal

I have been to Italy for two months. Fortunately, I'm back to Milan again (alwayas as an a pair) If I couldn't return to Milan again, I would get crazy. I can't stand the little villages. I'm a city woman. I prefer to feel under my feet that the road shaking because of the underground,instead of hearing no noise at nights. It makes me feel alive.Apart from that, some situations make me prefer always Milan.

Unfortunately, it is not all right. Some people are not really well. Some people because I'm far. Another people, although I'm close to them, they have really big problems.

Each second is important... I haven't realise of it at first.

Some people think that to do what I did (going abroad, without nothing for sure and with the risk of losing everything) is for courageous people. Maybe is not for courageous people, but it is for crazy people. For coward people. I needed to go. Not many people suffrered, but the people who suffered, they suffered a lot. Not many people realise that I have arrived, neither. But I didn't go unnoticed for some people.

Some things that are happening around me are too hard for me, but I have to be strong.

The face of happiness...

2009-07-28T11:07:00.000+02:00

I'm in love...

Michael Jackson

2009-06-28T18:57:00.002+02:00

I hadn't had time to write something before.

It's really a pity the death of Michael Jackson, he has been a great artist. It's also a same his continous fisical changes (unnecesary changes, first of them he was really handsome) and that some rumors have damaged his image.

R.I.P.

Nerves

2009-06-05T09:55:00.003+02:00

Status: Thoughful
Song: Gamba de Legn- Ciapasala no

Hi everyone, I have decided to write again, I have only the English exams, on Monday and Thursday, but now I have much more time because I don't have lessons. The Chinese exams have gone ok, although the day of the oral exam I met the director of studies (who is a little bit teasing, and as I said sometimes, he taught me...) And he asked me if I was making such a racket upstairs (Oh, of course, you ask it to somebody who is really quiet...:D)

During this days I felt a little sad because I don't know anything about the job. I tried to call and... no answer. And there is a month to go. Obviously, this fact upset me. To tell the truth, I was starting to think in staying at home, but I realised that I absolutely have to go. Whatever happens. Deep down, the most seriously thing that could happen is to have the need of going to the Spanish consulate and ask for a return ticket, But I hope not to reach that limit...

Nevertheless, during last weeks I have had a kind of virtual love at first sight with a boy from Milan, the strangest thing is that it seems to be mutual.... He has impressed myself a lot really, and it seems that I impressed him too. By the way, independiently of this, he looks surprised because he says I look really involved with politics... To tell the truth I have been interested in that for some years... My ideas had been always more or less the same... More or less. The most curious thing is that regarding Italy, some people really convinced of their ideas have done that I could know some people (virtually at last) of the politics world. Some majors, dipolomate ranks and candidates. o_O

At least, I has been called from the ONCE for a Braille course. They really have the obbligation of organize courses, but there are not many volonteers at Vigo, so they organise this course sometimes :D

Sorry...

2009-05-21T11:05:00.003+02:00

Status: stressed
Song: Vacca- Poco poco poco

I'm sorry because I'm not writing much in this period, but I'm really stressed because the exams and the trip... (But overall, I'm paranoic)

I want that this period will pass soon...

Shit

2009-05-15T20:15:00.003+02:00

State: depress
Song: Pesi Piuma- Giorni di Sangue

Today I'm not fine. Menstrual, angry because my brothers have travelled for first time (to Paris) and I had gone to any place out of Galicia. They have just only 15 years old, and they have been to Madrid, to Barcelona, and now to Paris.

I don't have clear ideas either about my return to Italy, it could be a big victory or a spectacular failure. In these days I have no news about the job, they have to send me a document to sign yet... About "where to sleep" I don't have either anything clear, I'm thinking about some possibilities, but I don't know anything for sure.

Today is the tipical shit day in which I only want to cry and eat. In this period I don't go out, everybody are busy... I don't know. I'm not fine. And in a short period of time, I will have exams...

I'm not sure about my future... Absolutely not..

Wrestling

2009-04-11T15:57:00.006+02:00

"L'è mea vèra che nel silenzio
dorma dumà la malincunìa,
l'è mea vèra che un tuscanèll
l'è mea bòn de fa una puesìa.
In questa stanza senza urelògg
bàla la fata e bàla la stria
in questu siit senza la lüüs
che diis tücoos l'è duma' l'umbrìa...."

And now, my thoughts are dancing with the rhythim of strange melodies, the doubts that are accumulated one by one in my head. There are 81 days to it,81 days to fight against my future exams, to leave everything in order in Vigo. And also my Summer. A strange Summer, maybe full of adventures that I could never imagine, I'm going to do something I didn't think I could, with an unknown result. The masks of theorical"friends" are starting to fall, and it let see how many are true skins of sincerity. Ad adventure worthy of any of my ex Italian teachers. I'm a bit afraid, but with fear we can't do anything...

I feel myself small.

I'm a disaster... Although I'm not sad.

2009-03-05T20:22:00.003+01:00

State: Critic
Song: Rihanna- Umbrella

I'm absent-minded, extremely absent-minded.

I wanted to look for information about the minority parties before voting in the Galician elections. I didn't do it.

I wanted to give the stamps which I have two of them. I absolutely forgot it.

In Chinese, I haven't failed by miracle, but in English I have failed three of four parts. (heeelp!!!)

As student representative, I'm a disaster, I had to have done a phone list and I didn't.

Furthermore, my memory (which works when it wants) and my stage fright (I would like to overcome it, and in a short period of time I will must confront them...) I'm getting crazy!

Good- bye, Juan

2009-02-27T20:12:00.000+01:00

Status: Sad
Song: Los Piratas- Muertos

The new of the suicide of Juan Campos Paz, music teacher in some schools (Included Escuelas La noticia del suicidio de Juan Campos Paz, profesor de música en diversas escuelas, (Entre ellas, Escuelas Nieto, where I studied the last four years of the obligatory school) was threw cold water on. Probably it was to many other people. I knew it on Wednesday, when I was going to the swimming pool. A big pain dominated me and I couldn't prevent myself crying. I had seen him last time some months ago. I couldn't imagine nothing like that, the only thing I thought is that he probable needed to talk.

I cried a lot at the funeral. It ashames me, in addition, there were many of my ex teachers in that school. I remembered his lessons, his words, his tenderness because of his being calm and good person. But I also remembered the times I think seriously to commit suicide. Fortunately, somebody stopped me.

I'm trying to assimilate it... But I can't...

Without internet?

2009-01-26T08:55:00.002+01:00

Status: angry
Song: Amaral- El final

What a problem.

It's possible that I wouldn't have internet for some days.

Prrrrr.....

Films season in Italian starts...

2009-01-19T22:49:00.003+01:00

Status: Calm
Song: Modena City Ramblers: I cento passi

I think it was as appartain again to that group of Italian students. A strange sensation full me today, when I entered to the Assembly Hall, convinced to watch the first film of the Italian film season (mafia, camorra films, etc). That's the way of my ex teachers to express the repulse to this kind of activities. Yes, the fact of study in the languages school yet, has the vantage: I can assist to some activities of Italian yet without problems.

Everything started with a introduction of a teacher, that I tried not to see his face... He talked a little, I think the most important thing he said is that these films, chosen by the Italian departament, tell true stories, not like American stories of mafia, as The Godfather. Then of some minutes of distraction, I could concentrate myself in the film, One Hundred Steps, that tells the story of Peppino Impastato. Touching.

In that two hours I felt strange, as nothing had changed since last year. I don't appartain now to that classes, as I know how to deffend myself with Italian language. Somebody says (as an ex teacher of the Secondary Obligatory) that I should look for a job as a translator. Maybe it could be as easy as say it!

Without stamp my unemployment

2009-01-13T12:56:00.004+01:00

Status: stuned and nervous
Song: Vomitiors- Nervos

My case doesn't have a name.

I was asleep and I couldn't stamp my unemployement. I know my clock sounded and I stopped it. I also had a serie of small strange dreams, I have dreamt with the nurse (I have to go to do my medical history) I dreamt with one of my ex-teachers of Italian, I dreamt with my ex-monitor of the pool (Yesterday they changed us monitor). So, a strange mixture that anyway, makes sense. The fact is that I'm angry because I couldn't stamp my unemployment (of course, is only possible do it until the 11) And tomorrow I will have to do another card... I have to send it to...

Little relief

2009-01-11T03:30:00.001+01:00

Status: Triste, pesimista
Song: Caparezza: Un vero uomo dovrebbe lavare i piatti

Only two things: I'm not fine and everything is a holy shit.

Secret police

2009-01-05T12:22:00.003+01:00

Status: Afraid
Song: Morodo: Los carros de Babylon

Today I had one of that dreams that doesn't make sense. A distressing dream. and really ridiculous. I was in the street, and a group comes to me (4 men and a woman). They tell me:

- Secret police. Are you Anahí Palacín Martínez?
- Yes, I am.
- So, yo have to collaborate with us in a mission.
- What mission? How many time will dure?
- 2 months and a half.
- Absolutely not. I can't be missing two months and a half to my class.- I try to scape, but they take hold of my arm.
- If you don't want to collaborate, we are going to arrest you.
- Can I call my parents?
- No.
- I have to advertise my parents.
- Absolutely not.

They dragged me, against my wishes, as a delinquent. Finally we arrived to a place and they closed me in a room.

- Tomorrow morning mission is going to starts.

And they closed the room with a key.

Fortunately, suddenly I awake.. So distressing.

Breaking with everything

2009-01-03T18:31:00.003+01:00

Status: Angry, and something else I can't say (look the lyric of the song)
Song: Nine Inch Nails: Closer

Today, although that I have just say,-logically I wont give much details.- I want to cut off the contact with many people, that sometimes made me cry, with intention or do it or not, I don't know.

So, I have clear all my contacts in msn, yahoo and skype. I cancelled all of them, now I'm taking the people who talk to me (When their messages arrive) Why I'm doing that? I want to forget to some people who hurt me, and also to eliminate the people who I don't usually talk to. Yes, it is a really readical way, but it is the best. If I don't cancel some of that contacts, things can be worst. No, I'm not in something strange, I promise it.

New year, new life.

2008's evaluation

2009-01-01T00:01:00.002+01:00

Status: Thoughtful
Song: Loreena McKenitt:Arabia

Another year has gone. It has been a scandalous year for me, full of experiences, positive and negative ones, but unforgettable.

This year the economical crisis has been really commented, in stead of that, my emotional crisis comes since the beginning of the year until now. During this 2008, I did not resolve any of my emotional conflicts, in stead of that, I have avoid them, I hope only for a period. I am not going to give names, who know me a little, can guess that names.

In the positive balance, I can say I could work. During three months I have been really in hurries, because of work and lessons. I have learnt that if I do more things, I have more time. It is strange, but that's it. I left the job, because is more important the health that the money, if a work creates you ansiety, is better to leave it. It was a miracle to me, that having less time, I have passed all, English, Italian and Chinese. The most direct consecuence is that I have finished Italian.

I have known new people. Salomé, Roy, Roberto, Álex... That was one of the things I always thank it was most complicated.

And the most important thing, I could travel most. Almost of them were short trips, but it is an advance: Twice to Madrid, once to Toledo, once to Finisterre, with some stops... (it is not much far, but it is something...) E obviously, my missed return to Milan, that meant look some new places appart of that city than I love.

This year, I have new objectives. Maybe too high expectatives. But I have to mark myself objectives:

- Meditate more, learn to control my shyness. Maybe I would have to do a course of oratory...
- Find a job.
- Leave my house. (And with a little more time, with a little help, I maybe could go for a longest period to Milan)
- Do courses (I'm specially interested on the air hostess one)
- Travel most.
- Participate in some literary competitions.
- Find a decent boy (mision impossible)
- To buy a portatile.

What strange dreams...

2008-12-28T14:06:00.003+01:00

Status: dreamer
Song: Ligabue: Niente paura

Today I had a strange dream, but satisfying, and at the same time, stressful...

I was in a company, at Milan, where nobody spoke Spanish and they need somebody that could speak Spanish and Italian... So, I was working there, and they called me many times to translate what was telling somebody, or also to translate documents... I don't remember much, basically I remember I was really in a hurry... :D

If that dream was real... I would be so happy :D

I realize that I dreamt something else but I do not know exactly what I dreamt...

Christmas

2008-12-27T19:13:00.001+01:00

Status: tired
Song: Vacca: oggi va così

Today I am really tired. Maybe it is not so strange, after all. 24^th, Christmas Eve. At my paternal grandparents’ house, as each year. After that, I went to the village with my best friend and her boyfriend, to make a kind of cellebration. We watched a film, drank, ate... I could not imagine that it could be really a good plan, the bad thing is that it was so cold (we have a radiator) and the day is so hot.

25^th, Christmas. It is a day that I do not really like. In addiction, we always (or almost always) passed it in my maternal grandparents’ house, in a village which is really oppresive (at least, it is to me). Every year, when this day passes, I feel really better.

Yesterday, I spent my time well. I wanted to buy some Christmas presents for two friends, so that’s all... I really knew what I wanted to buy and where to go, so I did not have much problems.

This month I also realized that I have spent many money. It is true, at least in my case, that the famous “ant spenses” are a curse. I have a little problem with food and sweet things, this is clear in my expenses…

Today I have a stupid day, I hope you are passing it well :D

Weekend...

2008-12-01T12:54:00.002+01:00

This weekend has been interesting.

On Friday, I took dinner with my mates and teacher of Chinese, then some of us went out. I got fun, really. Most of us know each other and we keep on well.

On Saturday, I went to the cinema with Roberto and Matteo. We watched Madagascar 2 (ha, ha). It was funny. The bad thing is that after that, we went for a drink and they started to talk about things connected to policy, but too specific things that I didn't know, so I didn't dare to give any opinion. So I felt a little bored, and I was also tired. It isn't the failt of nobody, anyway. It was not the right night, ha, ha, ha.

On Sunday morning, I met James, a Chinese boy who studies in the Languages School. He told me he has been in a journey for two weeks, and we bought me a present. That's true, we bought me a book of Chinese symbols really interesting. So, we see, how many symbols do you know!- Told me. I saw page to page some of the symbols I know. He is really nice. The present surprised me, actually, I haven't met him yet until yesterday. I hope my mates of Chinese won't pull my leg.. again!

The subconscious...

2008-11-22T11:57:00.002+01:00

Yesterday I dreamt that I was punished in a class, with the face to the wall, giving my back to everybody, while the teacher explained something.

There is no much to comment...

Bad day...

2008-11-18T12:50:00.002+01:00

Yesterday I had a day of that which you would like to shot yourself, once, or maybe twice. The truth is that I don't know if it could be worst. In the morning, I had to go to the doctor to take some analysis results... and they had one of them, but they don't had the other one. My doctor is a little bit heavy, she really broke my head. I went out of there angry, I had really whishes of kill somebody and thinking that I need really the analysis on 20th. We will see.

I couldn't concentrate myself in nothing during the hole day. Then, the time to swim arrived. It was horrible. Suddenly, I felt extremely tired, and I can't get. I couldn't swim, I needed to stop each little time because my body was going down. When I was swimming in crawl, the water entered by any place. I don't know, U could'nt take breath. " Are you ok?"- Asked me the instructor. I didn't know what to answer. "She is tired! Isn't it, Ana?"- Told one of my partners. In fact, I haven't done the ridiculous enough yesterday. When we had to made an exercise, (the last one) on foot, I staggered. I couldn't really keep my balance.

In addiction, my "friend", when we met then of swim, asked me to go out first, (As always) because she only want to met boys. Fantastic!

Only a mail makes me smile some minutes during the day of yesterday...

Italian...

2008-11-13T09:57:00.002+01:00

What a stupid thing.

Yesterday, I waited for Salomé in front of the languages school to go to the pool, as all Wednesdays. Obviously, at 21.30 is when people who is in the languages school yet, go out. Many of teachers go out from the car park, but some of then leave from the main door.

So, lately, I see my last Italian teacher, Fabio, and to some partners who come at the last hour to Italian, because they are repeating course (some of then, in their own free will) In that moments, malincholy approach me a little, and I miss the debates, the gossips, the hours fighting against the language, and angry because I didn't put up with some people, actually.

But, if I think about that, malincholy comes from time ago. Last years I missed the 2º year, which my teacher was Jose, a teacher who had fun with us the most he could. Of course, I was the youngest person of the class, as I was 18 years old. Then, I was from the "yogur era" and "pokemon era". (He didn't guess really...) And me, so shy, I didn't know what to say... So, Marco, a boy from Vasto-Marina (Abruzzo)who I really mind in that period, told me "Tell him he is a..." Well... What period... And it only was three years ago.

Anyway, now I need changes... Many changes.

Challenge

2008-10-21T13:31:00.000+02:00

Today I'm so happy. I have finished reading Domani ti perdono, of Alessandra Appiano, book which I re-start (I had read half) some days ago. The hole fact is not to have read it, but I have read it in three days. I'm making-up a part of me which I believed it was lost in my memories of my childhood pre-virtual, which I was a book devourer, and internet was just a banal idea that I couldn't imagine. I have gone to the library, I could go away from the mundanal noise that always is too much in my home, until the dawn, which didn't mind me when I was a child, but now it really disturbs me. I have gone to the nearest library with the only objective of read.

Until last course, I had a trouble too: I was studying Italian by the old plan, so, I had to read three books imposed by the sacred Italian departament. That means hurry, disconcentration, and less choice. Now I have a personal challenge, read as a crazy, as when I was a child who didn't mind nothing about what was happening to the rest of people, who walked by undiscovered worlds, and lost herself between woods with her cousin, she, who only met a friend on weekends at home, and a day in A Coruña were a day in the paradise. Reading are discovered another worlds, another ideas, another dreams, who we can't touch in another way. The books were my secret refugees, they made me dream. I want it will be like that yet.

Flashes and cameras

2008-10-16T09:10:00.000+02:00

Yesterday was one of that days which are different to the rest. The chinese teacher told us that if we can to come to class at the morning, to come. She put a video of a serie we usually watch in Chinese, that sometimes seems a telenovela in stead of an educative serie :D. We knew that yesterday was coming the government counselor of education. We are only a few, most of the people can't come in the morning. It was an strange situation to me. First, the director and the head of studies, all two really good clothed. It was strange to me look to the head of studies (I had seen him since the beginning of the course) like that, he was my teacher some years ago and he always pulled the leg of everybody...) Then, a lot of giornalists entered and finall the counselor. Being rounded of gionalists, was really absurd to me, cameras which registered, and flashes that light a lot of times. The situation makes feel everybody nervous, I guess. Now I understand to peple who always scapes of this. But it wasn't bad.

Happy Birthday!!!

2008-10-06T09:00:00.000+02:00

This blog has made two years!!! (6/10/2006)

Happy birthday!!!

Spiral of indecission

2008-10-05T15:50:00.000+02:00

I look myself into the mirror. Surprised. Thoughtful. And I start again in the Languages School, I start again to study Chinese and English, but it's the first time in five years that I don't have to study Italian. It is strange to me after five years. I could go to the complementary classes at most, but, would they be useful? I mean, I am so trained in internet. The wheel which rounds and rounds. As a wiccan song says:

Air moves us,
Fire transforms us,
Water shapes us,
Earth Heals Us.
And The Balance Of The Wheel Goes Round And Round.

And the wheel rounds. A new period in my life is opening a way. Changes come around while I eat chocolate as I wouldn't be the main character, but a member of the audience. It's not true really. There aren't members of an audience, we all are characters of this strange novel that is all life. I remember, when I was that young girl of 18 years old, at the 2º year of the languages school,the teacher who pulled my leg because she was embarassed to talk in Italian language. And now? What about now? Somebody has called me bauscia and mangianebbia. Maybe because I live Milan, when I'm far too. It let me a mark forever, as a smiles and tears story, as a devil who wants to smile, as an underground speed which run through my dreams into a doubts' forest. Yesterday something stupid happens to me. I slept for five minutes and I had an strange dream:

Piola... fermata Piola.

I rase up the underground fast. I made some balances to try not to fall and sat up. And again:

Loreto... fermata Loreto.

I went down, confused until I found my way. Have I found it? Not really. I'm going to do 22 years old (17 october) and I don't know yet what is my way. I hope to find it first to arrive to Abbiategrasso. It could be too late.

And I will see the surprised faces of my teachers, now ex Italian teachers, while I go around and around in a spiral of indecission who orders much than me, more than my parents would like to order, more than how I could lose myself throught the notes of a song with happy ending.

When the day is bad...

2008-10-03T08:30:00.000+02:00

Yesterday was a bad day. I was active already in the morning, because my mother and my aunt were many days broken my head: "Put in order your room!" So, because I don'e want to hear them, I started to do it. After eating, I started to do my things and later I watched the tv and used internet until the 18.15, because at that time I had Chinese lesson. That was the second day I was in "mourning". It wasn't an apparently one, because I had a black shirt without sleeves and with nec, a long skirt, almost a "witch" skirt, and black shoes. It was just the meaning: Mourning because the death of the holidays. It was everything Ok at lesson, I could see that Chinese is fresh in my mind and that I'm brighest now. That's better, because Yan (our Chinese teacher) went into overdrive last year, and I guess she will do it this year.

I arrived to my home, I ate something. I started watching some TV-series which I download by internet in English language (original version), and I was bothering a little to Roberto. How? Is enough to put in skype a Milanello (Mascot of the Milan)

and 21.50 came, at that hour I had a meeting with Salomé to go to the publish pool. It was terrible. They made us swim for some minutes, and they arrived to the conclusion that I had to go to the small swimming pool, (where there was only old people) because I have to learn to breath. I felt useless. Maybe I'm a little out of training, but that of put me in a pool with only old people... (nice people anyway) makes you feel bad. I discovered that I can't swim with the back, in fact, water came to my nose and this made me to have an incredible headache.

I felt so sad, but ok, maybe I have to take the rithym again. In aerobic I felt stupid like that at the beginning... How is possible that I lost so much the practise?

Mc Donald's

2008-10-01T10:20:00.000+02:00

Unfortunately, Mc Donald's is being a success around the world, because millions of people go each day to their restaurants, feeding a company which lives because of capitalism and at other people's health expense, who come that with the economic incentive.

Personally, I don't like MC Donald's hamburgers. In fact, I usually go to take hamburgers to cafés. The only thing I like from Mc Donald's are the ice creams. Anyway, I purposed myself a challenge:

I'm not going to go to a Mc Donald's, at least in a year (for the time being).

The 16 th October, is the World Anti-McDonald's day. It is an initiative from the Mc Donalds Workers' Resistance in the United Kingdom, since 1980. In many countries, their workers organizes a strike to protest against the food conditions and the workers conditions. Unfortunately, it is not so known...

Weekend at Finisterra (and not only)

2008-09-29T15:01:00.001+02:00

The port

Emigrant's monument

Ancora

Lighthouse

Ceramic's Art

Big smile

El peregrino

Langosteira

Without comments...

Muros... In the photo you can't see it well.. but I can say that it is BEAUTIFUL.

Noia... It is a little bored... But we took an ice cream sundae dish.

At Boiro! Happy, thoughful and reflective at the same time...

Bye, Mich

2008-09-19T14:18:00.001+02:00

homemade insect's repelent

2008-09-03T13:17:00.000+02:00

You don't have an insect's repelent because it is a holiday?

There is an alternative solution! You can try with a spray deodorant!

Theatre 26/08/2008

2008-08-30T12:35:00.001+02:00

About age difference

2008-08-22T07:44:00.000+02:00

Yesterday, I talked with a person about age differences in couples, she does not agree with cases that a boy is ten years bigger than a girl, she thinks that it is aberration because when the couple gets old, a person who is 50 years old is with a person who is 60. That is because, as the people who really know me know, for some time now, I like boys who are older than me, with differences between eight and forty years old, aproximately. Obviously, when I was youngest I thank as well that it was an aberration, but I'm going to explain the reasons because I do not think so:

1) In natural questions, a woman become mature earlier than a man, so genetically and fisically, they usually can get old first. .

2) At the same time, it is not difficult look boys of 40 which same to have 35, and boys of 30 which seems to have 20, in a question of maturity, many girls have the maturity of an 30 years old woman. So, it depends on the behaviour of the both people.

3) Many people says that "10 years are nothing". If they are not nothing to a thing, as well, they are not nothing to other thing.

So, if somebody wants to criticize, criticize me. Some years ago I did like that.

Fighting

2008-08-20T02:50:00.000+02:00

I can't sleep.

I can't sleep, maybe because of the thirst, in the other hand there is the hot and finally, I am thoughtful. It's 21 days to Milan part two. It is really a challenge, but yesterday, something showed me that I'm prepared now.

Yesterday I defeated again one of my biggest problems, the disorientation, produced possibily by problems as the hydrocephalia and the dyslexia, problems which I can coexist with. Yesterday I made another point. I'm winning this match 4-2 aproximately. I don't know really, hydrocephalia scored me some goals, but now I'm firing it. First, I lost my fear, and I started moving me around Vigo. Then, I could losing myself in Milan and discover that nothing happens, because I will never be alone. Yesterday, I won another time, and I could arrive by myself to the Berbés sports pavilion. It looked so difficult, but sometimes a strategy change changes everything.

Yes, now I'm prepared to the return to Milan. Taking in consideration that I will sleep near to Piazzale Loreto,I know how to use the underground, and I'm not going to be alone as well, everything will be ok since the moment I will get on the airplane.

Who said that hydrocephalia is invicible?

Look change...

2008-08-11T13:15:00.000+02:00

I'm ready to the Paolo and company arrival, he, he, he.

I almost faint...

2008-08-11T09:46:00.000+02:00

And it is the blame of Antena 3, because they don't give the complete information by the beginning...

They started telling that Ryanair cancelled thousands of reservations by internet of flights from today... I couldn't take breath until know that they mean reservations which are made with another companies (as Edreams) My reservation was made directly by the Ryanair website...

Weekend at Lugo

2008-08-05T11:38:00.000+02:00

This weekend was a little particular. With the only excuse of know us, Roy ( A friend from Asturias who I haven't see first personally) invited me to go to Lugo, because he and a group of friends meet them like that when they can do it. He told me not to be worried because he invited me. So, two of his friends from Gondomar (near Vigo) went to took me in the train station. The journey had a duration of three hours by car.

We are around eleven people chattering, (eight of the eleven peoplee were men, and eight of the eleven people were Galician as well!) Ember were made, and we were so distracted. Ember were put out many times, so we ate around six o' clock in the afternoon, ha, ha, ha. After that, we ate some desserts (I'm remembering the chocolate bisquits which bring Roy and it is making my mouth water again... Ouch!!!) We drank a little (At least, I drank a little, I usually try to control myself and I try to control myself more than normal in some situations) And then, we went to bed. I confess that I have opened my eyes at nine or ten in the morning, we started to wake up and to go downstairs, Roy and me went to take breakfast to a confectioner's shop, we walked a little and then we returned (first of that we lose ourselves) At the hour of lunch, all we went to took lunck in a Chinese restaurant. I think we left Lugo around five o' clock, but the thing I really know it is I was really tired...

Test finalizated

2008-08-01T08:00:00.000+02:00

Here there is the complete result of the English test, and then, the complete result (the votes in the 5 blogs)

RESULTS FROM KISS OF THE MOON

Gaelic or Irish 2 (66%)
Chinese 0 (0%)
An Emilian language 0 (0%)
Puglies or Sicilian 0 (0%)
Other (explain what by a mail or a comment)0 (0%)

So, now we go to the final result:

Gaelic or Irish 26 (34%)
Other 13 (16%)
Puglies or Sicilian 12 (15%)
Chinese 9 (11%)
An Emilian language 6 (8%)
Esperanto/Interlingua 5 (6%)

So, now I ask you to tell me if you prefer Gaelic or Irish.

Look into my eyes

2008-07-01T15:08:00.001+02:00

Miracle...

2008-06-30T14:02:00.000+02:00

I couldn't sleep yesterday because of the people shouting and making noises with their claxon... :D

Samil

2008-06-26T21:51:00.000+02:00

Ondas do mar de Vigo,
se vistes meu amigo!
e ai Deus, se verrá cedo!

Ondas do mar levado,
se vistes meu amado!
e ai Deus, se verrá cedo!

Se vistes meu amigo,
o por que eu sospiro!
e ai Deus, se verrá cedo!

Se vistes meu amado
por que ei gram cuidado!
e ai Deus, se verrá cedo!

I open this post with acantiga de amigo, reallyimportant in the Galician culture, to reflect the importance that the sea has for us. And it is because yesterday I went for the second time to Samil's beach this year. It is curious, is a beach that, in the fund, is not significant for me: My parents always has taken me to Patos, and my grandmother, to America beach.Nevertheless, it is the one that is best communicated.

It was hot, in fact I have been burned. When I came to the beach, I could walk placidly along the waters of the Atlantic Ocean. Without thinking about anything. I believe that it is one of the things that would miss if some day me was to Milan. Actually it would miss out wherever I would go, so the Atlantic Ocean, in the coasts of Galicia, would say that is unique.

I was entering more and more inside the water. I remembered something that it happened some time ago. One of my uncles had a Cuban girlfriend, and the first time that went to a beach of Galicia, my cousin and I were with them. We two, ran towards the water like mad, and she ran behind... It was clear that when she entered inside, she trembled with cold...

Yesterday while I was lunching, a gull took to itself part of my sandwich... These things before were not happening either, certainly, they go with the times...

The sea has been very important also in the culture and Galician witchcraft. Have you heard speaking about the ritual of nine waves? It is for girls who want to remain pregnant women, and it was consisting of entering the water full moon, and of being left to throb for nine waves.

Yesterday I passed a lot of time in the beach, it is the motive which I burned, and also the motive for which later I was lacking the time...

I hope everything will go well...

2008-06-24T12:44:00.001+02:00

I know, I don't draw well...

2008-06-23T21:22:00.000+02:00

I have found something curious...

A little "map" I drow when I was in a hotel in Milan last days... after losing myself!

To people who don't know: the circle is Piazza Piola.

Third time lucky

2008-06-15T09:44:00.000+02:00

I'm happy, because this time, my third time in Madrid has been different, although we have to sleep some hours in the car...

I have enjoyed myself. I went with Adrián and Salomé, and then of many hours and many stops in many petrol stations, (Going out of Galicia, cross into Ourense and ho through is not an easy thing...) we arrived to Madrid. We went to Atocha's station. Then we headed the city, specially in the Gran Vía street, beause I had to buy a dress to Marta's wedding, it will be in a couple of months. We caught a bus because Salomé had to do an exam in the European University of Madrid, so Adrián and me took something until she went out of there. There is something which called my attention; interprovincial buses belong to the civil service there, here at Vigo, buses haven't nothing to do with the civil service, at least, as I know.

When Salomé comes, we went to eat in a vegetarian restaurant, (Fres.Co ) which by my point of view it is a paradise! It is a kind of self service and all-you-can-eat restaurant. So you eat what you want and in the quantity you want. It is fantastic! I want a restaurant like that in Vigo!

I think is not necessary to say that we made as well two stops in the Starbucks... another luxury that we don't have here... (grrr!)

Another curious thing is that Madrid was full of Italians, maybe by this reason and because I wanted to give a hand to Salomé (she has finished 2º) we talked in Italian some time. On top of that, I dressed my Italy's wristband, so show-off, ha, ha, ha.

It was a small pleasure to me as well, catching the underground, it is one of that things I haven't do in a year. I love going down, feeling that big air gust while the underground doesn't stop, and rush myself towards the door. That is, moving on Italians, one of the times we entered in the underground, a man which dressed a suit, and who I had heard first talking in Italian by the phone, made me a question and then he answered to himself (better like that, because I don't really know Madrid...) When we came into the underground, he was there yet, and Salomé was asking me doubts of Italian language! I explain them to her, I did some comment about the Milan's language as well, (it couldn't miss) and the sir was looking at us with curiosity... I was trying holding back my wishes of laugh...

We went to some drinks at night with an Adrián's friend, so, he and Salomé was talking about the exam and things connected to that. I was a little sleepy, my eyes closed theirselves... Finally, when we said goodbye to him, I tried to sleep a little. But things didn't go well at all. Adrián, ate and drank too much in a petrol station and he hasn't in good conditions to drive. So, we stoped at Castilla y León, finally we had to stay to sleep at a hostal that they had there. Everybody was better in the morning, then of took a little breakfast, we continued with the coming way, lurching and making a lot of stops. We arrived at Vigo on 16.00. I learnt that the motorway to go is the A52 and that is better to be keeping an eye if you don't want to lurch...

Qualifications!

2008-06-07T11:52:00.000+02:00

I'm happy.

I have passed all the languages. It means two things: I will be a calm summer, and I could organize myself to returno... The fact is I don't know yet what I'm going to do in my life (Specially because there are many informations which I don't know where to find them)

A new chapter?

2008-06-04T09:59:00.000+02:00

Maybe.

Maybe I would have to close a chapter in my life.

Maybe la Viga has to die. And I will be Anahí again. So, the buddist profecy could be real.

Sex and frivolousness

2008-06-03T10:25:00.000+02:00

If I have to be sincere, I don't understand that.

I don't understand to people who goes to "have a screw", just without any reason, only to to let off steams, or to let off their daily frustrations. It is absolutely ridiculous. But sex is that to many people: A relief. An energy discharge.

I don't understand to people who says: "Ok, I have fucked somebody else" and he or she feels happy. Sex is not that. Sex is an holy union, by my point of view. There isn't a biggest concept of union in the fisical world. The frivolousness maybe happens because of many reasons, for instance, some media and the hole society, which looks to sex as a manipulation element.

By another point of view, I think nowadays, a woman has to be coscient to know who is going with. Going with anybody to make sex could be really dangerous. Althought they must take responsabilities, usually they don't.

So, why this frivolousness with a topic which means a lot of responsabilities?

Private TV... You are so young...

2008-06-02T12:34:00.000+02:00

I laugh if I think that when I have borned there were only 3 TV channels: The Public Tv La Primera opened in 1956, and la 2 in 1965) and the regional Tv, the TVG, which have started its broadcastings in 1985.

In 1990, (When I was 3 or four years old) to invite tenders to have a TV licence. The winners were Canal +, Antena 3 and Telecinco.

Antena 3 was the first, because its regular broadcastings started on 25th of January of 1990, being the firstprivate channel to broadcast to all the country. It is part of the Antena 3 group withOnda Cero, Europa FM, Movierecord, Atres Advertising A3Multimedia, and Unipublic. It was the introduction of Antena3...

Canal + had an special awarding, It had to broadcast obbligatory 6 hours in open transmition, but it could trasmit the rest of programmes as codificated programmes. It started at 8th of June of 1990 with its test broadcastings, and in the 14th of September, its regular ones. (Who don't remember the Canal + tune???)

I have gave to the last to Telecinco, because, There were something fishy going on rather. Telecinco was the second to broadcast, on 3th March of 1990, with almost all the Italian staff and a big show, based in the television format of Canale 5.

There are two curious data which are important to stand out. Firstly, the German and French versions of Canale 5 didn't share the same luck as Telecinco. Telefünf opened in 1988 and closed in 1992. Finally, in 2002, the Tele München Gruppe opened it again. I don't know really the reasons of these changes, because the most part of the information is writing in German... And I don't understand it.

La Cinq, on the other hand, didn't have good luck. It borned in the 1986 and died on 1992, broadcasting in drect, because although most of the programmes had a good sharing of audience, the channel registered losts, and finally, it declared its tecnic bankruptcy. The debt was of a million of Francs, so, they let it die on 12th of April of 1992.

A last curious thing about Telecinco, the Spanish channel, that it is alive, and in fact, is the channel which has more success from two years ago.In 1989, Fininvest had the 25% of the channel, however, since its start in the stock exchange 2004 Mediaset Investimenti have a chilling percentage of the benefits of this channel: ¡¡¡50,13%!!! (Whitout comments,isn't it??)

Nowadays, television grows unstoppable.In 2005, borned Cuatro and in 2006, la Sexta. It arises me a question: Were we happiest when there were only three tv channels, in stead of all that channels that we can have now from the digital plataforms?

I have passed Chinese!

2008-05-30T08:34:00.000+02:00

I have passed Chinese (or better, the teacher passed to everybody...)

I have a 6,6 in the listening, a 6 in the writing (grammar) and a 8 in the oral. (I don't know if next years they will make us do a writing comprenhension or a writing exam, but this year they didn't) There is to take in account that now, with the new rules, a 6 is "pass" and a 5 "fail" , so, it influences me in Chinese and English, but not in Italian, as I'm doing 5º and it has the old plan yet.

So, there is something that it has finished... Next week I will know what happened with English and Italian.

Speaking of that, I don't know what to do in my life. There is a FP (profesionistic formation, I don't know really which is the equivalence) but is an higher grade, and to do that, I have to do a Bacherellor for adults...I will go to ask, but It make me feels a little... I don't know :D

pizzica pizzica

2008-05-27T11:45:00.001+02:00

I have just seen now that the Italian departament has pubblished the complete video of the pizzica pizzica...

Enjoy it :D

Perhaps... :(

2008-05-27T09:10:00.000+02:00

It only ocurred me to sing to the Madonina although I'm not a christian...

Oh mia bèla madonina,
che te brillet de lontan,
tutta d'or e piscinnina,
tì te dominet Milàn....

Si, vegnì senza paura,
num ve slongaremm la man,
tutt el mond l'è on grand paes a semm d'accord
ma Milàn l'è on gran Milàn!

I MISS YOU!

I wait until tomorrow...

2008-05-25T17:07:00.000+02:00

I kid myself.

I kid myself thinking it will be a tomorrow. Tomorrow I could breath, tomorroy I could scape. Tomorrow I could look through your eyes, and tell you what I really think. If you are in that tomorrow yet, I will be there.

Another time the "morriña". The morriña, in Galician, is the homesickness. The homesickness which is destroying myself inside and outside of me. Thoughts, lost throught the clouds of my head. Indescriptible anxiety which break my soul too. I don't breath. I can't breath. I must to pass these exams. I must to be free and be calm on September. I have to return.

And we will be again, then of discussions, tears, and a strange plot of love stories, hateness and sex. And we will hug ourselves, while cars shout, people look us with a mixture of hateness and envy, and tram cars move without piety. At the same time, I will look around myself, remembering old memories, and, I will smile, with tears in my eyes.

Tears go down my eyes each time I remember that hug. And I cry when I remember me rounding in the Milan streets, hoping the tomorrow never would come.

But it arrived. And now I'm here, in Vigo, thinking I'm happy about being Galician at the end. Vigo, the city of Olives. Tree of the peace, the fertility, the victory and the reward. But I don't have internal peace, I have to won my victory, and the reward would be the result. Waiting yet. Dreaming yet. An. And.

I'm only a phantom of the past...?

Incredible...

2008-05-24T09:33:00.001+02:00

And it has finished...

2008-05-22T23:30:00.000+02:00

And official lessons have finished. Now is the turn of exams. The English and Chinese lessons have finished in a regular way, but not the Italian ones.

At the Italian classes we never had a united group, but two groups. Today the evidences exploted. The revolted band went to the café to cellebrate a course's ending, hypocritical and clandestinelest. However, the symphatizers of the "captain" Fabio, stayed in class, in a respect and educated way, paying attention to his last explanations.

Tensions in that class were evidents, but this last times, tension was really hard. There was only a timetable to Italian, with hens and owls. Almost everybody, women, and the hipocrisy was obvious. The hipocrisy's play has been obligatory during the course. If not, you could be uncorrectly seen.

And now it has finished, almost the ship hasn't arrived to a safe port. I think that every soldier could obey to his captain, or at least respect him, but I could see that not everybody thinks like me.

Destination: Subitam Vel Repentinam Mutationem

2008-05-15T14:36:00.000+02:00

Yesterday I defeated.

I went to work, as all days, but I knew that It already will be not the same. They have made us to do client service. I have gone, again, with my mp3 in my ears. I entered, I sat, I started to work, and then they make us go there. It was horrible.

Then on some calls, which I deal, the crisis arrived. It calls an angry person. I couldn't do everything. I didn't found the information. People didn't notice that I needed some help. I was, at least, fifteen minutes like that. I couldn't deal with all the pression of doing everything at the same time. I crumbled. I couldn't take breath, I couldn't evite crying as a stupid one, the hands shaked. I wanted to move away to my conscience but she was there.

Finally, when I was destroyed, they took me to a room. Two cold and rigid shadows, pretended to understand what was happening. They tried to make me feel calm, and they tried to convince me to return. But words were full of hipocrisy. They only wanted to wash their hands. I felt that.

Later, I went, listening music again. I only listened a song: Heart-Shaped glasses, of Marilyn Manson. It is curious, but it is the only thing that makes me feel calm as a sedative when I am at the limits of self-destruction.

On top of that, two of my Milan's friends are playing with fire. They have done a trip, and it is the second time that they told: "Next time I'm going to meeting you!" If you would want to go, you would have already gone.. Don't wait me to go to Milan, fuck off!

Concentrated in my dreams

2008-05-13T07:43:00.000+02:00

I have started to looking how to make my dreams take shape, and realize them. I don't think already at time, but only at the objective (As the pacient buddists do) I have posed myself a lot of objectives to this year when it started, and actually, I'm working on it. I don't think to give up.

Maybe there are a couple of objectives which are more important than the others, the first of them is returning to Milan. Of course, In a hand, as I work,I'm saving money now. In the other hand, I'm looking for alternatives to evite passing for Madrid or Barcelona, and of course, there is an interesting alternative, which is taking a bus from Vigo to Oporto. There are regular lines of departure and return, which go from the bus station to the Oporto's airport. The only problem is that I would go from the bus station many hours first of the flight... At least, three of four, he, he.

The other big objective is the artistic development. It is something which is a little blocked now, specially because of the school and the exams that are starting soon (two of Chinese, four of English and five of Italian) but when classes finish, I will try to put myself into that absolutely.

Now, I just wait. I wait, but concentrated, to finish the school. I wait and dream.

Some photos

2008-05-10T22:23:00.000+02:00

These are some photos (I have downloaded only the photos in where I am) when we were going to Toledo...

The rest of them are in the album of Sonia, as another times, hehehe.

I think that one of my friends from Milan is right... I have had a fisical change really spetacular...

How do you see me? :D

Sexuality

2008-05-10T11:50:00.000+02:00

At my 21 years old and a half, is not difficult to realize that sexuality is a completely taboo subject, people looks to that with a strange perception yet, and don't think about it how is it like, a part of us, of our nature. We insist in hiding it in the deepest of us to evite critics, because we don't want the others to think about our unreasoning when we are supposed to be racional animals.

There is another thing that is curious as well, the most part of us are bisexual and we usually don't know it, we take a decission tendencially, but probably inconscius. It's not our blame, but is like that. There is people who thinks that is unnatural, e people who says that is an habitual behaviour, with apes too. And I don't believe they are implant these things.

Nowadays,there is who talk about the boom of the sexuality. There is not a fashion, the fact is that along more than forty years, at least here, they had to occult there ideas because of frieghtning to the reprisals...

I think there is only a thing represenhible, which is when somebody obblies to another person to do what he doesn't want, specially if is a weak and defenceless person. Everybody should be free without be critisized.

It is time to give up the label of whore for women, and the one of virile for men.

Is because of stress

2008-05-08T06:57:00.000+02:00

Spring has been always unpleasant to me. I always feel tired in spring. Furthermore of been tired, I'm always stressed. The reasons of my stress are many, the work, classes, family, the insufficient inspiration and the fisical pain. I felt stressed because my emotions on past years, but now, I don't think much about that stupid things, because I have much to do. Is not only that, some things, as my thoughts about men an the relationship I have with them, have changed.

Yesterday I had to do the oral exposition of Italian. I have delayed it already once, and while I was doing it, I felt as I was diying... I did it about the celts in Italy. I felt so nervous, but anyway, my voice doesn't shaked, and my body neither (that's strange, in general, when I feel nervous, my hands shake and I laugh a lot) My partners told me that they hadn't noticed I was nervous.

This is my last Italian year. In a hand, I'm glad about that because maybe I would felt less stress, but in the other hand, it's a pity for me. Obviously, I don't feel like repeating course :D but, in the end, when you know you finish something, you know that some situations will be not repeated. In that 5 years of Italian, I have learned a lot of things. It took me in many ways I didn't have imagined first, and it gave me (And is giving me) mindblowing moments. It has changed all my history...

I think the worst thing anyway, haven't come yet: The last week on this month, I will have all my exams, around ten, So, I have to concentrate myself in it :D

Enemies

2008-05-04T02:44:00.000+02:00

Everybody has enemies, people who complicates my life, or we feel bad, when everything is going well to them and not to us, simply. Nobody is free of people who walk on us, and who seem to do everything better and have more opportunities, or about who enviies and hurt us... or try it.

But at the same time, having enemies could be an incentive. An incentive to struggle, compete, to be better. Maybe having enemies is good, because it makes to exert ourselves, and make them value us... That can help to oneself.

So, next time you will see your enemies, don't think "I will walk on you". But only: "I will be better than you" and work to realize your dreams.

Cíes!! (12/4)

2008-04-20T17:44:00.000+02:00

And here there are the photos of the Cíes... I have got fun, although it was cold and It had rained :D

In the photos, we are Salomé and me, Susana isn't in the photos because she made it most of them, another photos were taken by Salomé.

Stressful period

2008-04-15T07:30:00.000+02:00

I'm in a stressful period of the year. In a hand, yesterday I felt so bad at job. They made me take callings, and I felt an useless person. Finally. they made me do what I had done first. I will take a dislike to the telephones, the programmes and Orange. Uff.
In the other hand, it is an stressful period at the school languages too. We have to talk for a minute in Chinese (I haven't done yet because I didn't have time to prepare it) and I have to do an oral exposition in ITalian. I think that it has to be a 10 minutes exposition. Anyway, I already know what to talk about: About Celts in Italy. Brugh and Iunthanaka have passed me a lot of information about the Celtic Milan. Milan, I miss you so much. I love you and I hate you, you are my dream and my nightmare, awful tears of happiness... But I will return, although I know that I will feel in a tense situation as when I went, or maybe more...

Dreams....

2008-03-18T12:47:00.000+01:00

A few days ago, I have had a curious dream.

Yes, it was me. I had a blue suit that looks great. So formal. My hear was put up in a bun. My lips, were made up. And I had a black small case. (No, I haven't robbed a bank)

I run as a crazy woman into the Milan streets. I run, I looked at my watch. I was in a hurry. In a big hurry. I was late. I arrived to an underground stop, and I went downstairs as fast as I could. In that moment, I have lost the underground that I had to take. I wait patiently the next one. When I was into, I tried to be a little calm. I was late, but there was only a little to arrive. Finally, I went down and ran. I ran as never I have run. I arrived to a place that seems an office. I went into.

Too late. A group of men, were sitted in front a table, and they looked at me... Some of them smile me, and another had face of: Where have you been????Uff.....

La tarantella te pizzica

2008-03-16T18:08:00.001+01:00

My meiga!

2008-03-16T11:12:00.000+01:00

I had promised that I would publish the images of my meiga (witch) which I have done with model pasta...

And that's it!

Cultural week EOI (Chinese)

2008-03-14T13:08:00.000+01:00

Senza commenti... Su quello di cinese sono quella che non è ferma nemmeno in minuto, si dondola, incroccia e disincroccia le braccia, ecc....

2008-03-09T09:58:00.000+01:00

These are the posters that have appeared in Vigo to celebrate the women's day...

Without comments... Who knows me, knows that Matteo, Pelone and etc called me like that :D And when I was at Milan, I had to heard thinks like "Ciao Viga!" or "Ciao Vighina!" :D

Pizzica!

2008-03-08T10:27:00.000+01:00

Thursday was the "big day". Yes, I have had to play with my tambourine a song of the south of Italy called "U Santu Paulu". Well, I start from the beginning. It has started when Fabio- my Italian teacher- proposed me to play the tambourine in the cultural festival. I have accepted without thinking too much. I have to say that the rehearses, were strange situations for me: The first day were only Fabio and Marco (another teacher)who have played too. They have played the guitar and the accordion. First we were in the Italian departament (with teachers who entered and went out a lot of times) but finally, we went the the acting room. I have to admit that they should lend me a hand (or two) to find the rithym of the song, and now, I think it seems to the Galician jota punteada :D

On Monday, we had to rehearse again, but rouunded by some Italian partners who wanted to improve dancing. This time were too the two dancers who came from Puglia (South of Italy) to teach dancing. It was an open rehearse to the Italian courses, so, we were rounded of teachers...(Uff...!) It was really as been in family to me, because I know most of the people, ha, ha, ha. Some people congratulated me because of how I was played or asked me how much time I have played the tambourine, that kind of things... Simona and Alessandro (the dancers)thanked me at least, three or four times because of my participation (That's not important, is something I have done with pleasure) Then I went out.

Next day, I had an e-mail from Fabio.He asked me where I had gone, because they all come for some drinks and I wasn't. Ha, ha, ha. It happens. It was anyway, a strange situation for me :D Well, I didn't really know, and I was so tired... It seems that Fabio have run behind of me, but I have run more than him :D That day, I went to drink something with them then of the rehearse, and I felt a little shy: Alessandro and Simona knew more about me than I thought, ha, ha,ha. (Don't trust never in an Italian teacher.. that's a expert advice!)

Finally, we had the act on Thursday. I was so nervous, but I enjoyed it. I think I have superated a kind of block There were a lot of people who congratulated me, and when I have risen, Marco told me to go to the Italian departament for a moment. He said me: "The coordinator had to do this... but he have gone...." He gave me a present. Yes, there was a present for me and another one for the other girl (That have gone too) of the Italian departament. It was a logical but good thing: a reading book :D

Finally, we went for some drikns, it came too another teacher and some of my pupils. Fabio told me that he will fail me in order to make me participate next year (Oh... That's horrible.. If I'm failed, I have to do another two years!) I enjoyed a lot myself, but then I felt a little sad... It had arived the end!!!

When I have arrived to my home and I told everything to my mother, she said me that:Cuando llegué a casa y le conté todo a mi madre, me dijo dos cosas:

- I should asked to my teachers to write me something into the book (I haven't think about that, really)
- that I should asked the e-mail to the dancers (I have thought about it, but I didn't do it, ha, ha, ha)

That's all. I hope to have photos or something in the future :D

Chinese in the cultural week

2008-03-01T08:58:00.000+01:00

Yesterday was friday, so I had have to work, I haven't lessons, but I had the Chinese performance.

There were so many people that didn't come, in fact, we were only five or six people of my class, he, he, he. They put me in the front part, because I'm in tune (I'm not the only one in the class, anyway) I was a little nervous, my Italian teacher was there, but I knew that. That isn't the thing that makes me feel nervous at most. I think I started feel nervous when I saw that the... I don't know who you call it.. the person who is the coordinator of a school... (and he is my ex teacher of Italian too...!) Uff... And I haven't do the Italian performance yet, I have to practise, he, he, he.

Well, It wasn't bad, the only problem is that my legs shacked a little. When I have to do something like that and I'm nervous, I have the sensation that I lose my balance with the heels. I had grasped my hands in the back to evite more shake.:D I would like to improve to control my nerves when somebody looks me, but I think you only can improve it when... You do it a lot of times!

And now, pizzica

2008-02-29T08:00:00.001+01:00

I have to do something I couldn't never imagine. Some weeks ago, My italian teacher told me to play a pizzica. I have acepted, but I'm a little toughtful,because I knew that the South Italian music in general is so fast.

So, yesterday I have gone to work and then, I let my bag at house, I took my backpack and my tambourine. I waited, and then, we have gone, first of all, to the Italian departament, and then, to the acting room. (With my Italian teacher and another Italian teacher... without comments!... Well, fortunately they had a good behaviour :D)

I need to practise a little to produce a sound similar to pizzica's sound. First of all, because they are two instruments a little bit different (Who knows about celtic music, maybe knows how galician tambourine is) So, I have to addapt the rythm. Puglia's tambourine is playing in a different way, they move the hand that they have free. In Galicia (In general, there are exceptions) people move the hand which has the tambourine. In Galicia are playing too big tambourines, but I don't have it and I think I couldn't play it at all :D

Left: Galician tambourine. Right: Puglia's tambourine :D

Anyway, now I have the cd and I have all the weekend (I didn't do theatre on Saturday because most of people are going to Madrid today)

There is something curious... I had found things in common between this type of music and the tradicional galician music: The dance, the dresses (In the cd there is a video too...!) the singing method is similar, and the lyrics are structured in a similar way too.

Anyway, I have looked a little about the pre-roman story of Puglia and I have found this:

"Between the VII and the IX, the region was attacked for the Longobardth (celtic popolation) francs and saracens, that ocupated the principal cities of the region, they let to Bisenzio only the Salento(with Otranto y Gallipoli).

Longobarth popolation occuped Gargano, Canosa, and Brindisi (633) Taranto, Bari, etc, while sacarens started to be sostituided by longobarths, till all the region were unificated in a only authority.

Only Bari, city that was seat of an emirate, with greece, longobarth, franc, and saracen popolations, and sometimes with the help of venetians (1002) he could have a little authonomy."

MAybe is that, who knows Galician music knows that is celtic, and that it is similar to Irish music :D

Work?

2008-02-06T22:27:00.000+01:00

Today, after of been called and passing some tests, I have started a course for a job. It's a course of three days, but it is about an interesting topic, because it's about the joins and drops out from a telephone company to another.

It has been a lot of hours one then of another (And tomorrow, it will be more) but I'm happy. Nice partners, not difficult instructions (I think) and a busy morning. Then I supose we will do a practise month and finally they will decide if we continue or not.

Does it have consecuences? Well, it's probably that I couldn't go to the European Humanist Forum (4-6 april) So, I couldn't see Paolin, and I couldn't meet my friends or meet the musical groups I like... BUT in that case, I will be working, and earning money, so I could go with I have vacations, and I could stay more time :D

What a weekend!

2008-02-04T02:19:00.000+01:00

This weekend I didn't stop!

Friday night I met Vane and some of her friends and I went out until the 5 AM. This time I didn't drink much alcohol, but I have danced a lot. First of all, we were in a Brasilian café and then we go out with some friends. I have danced as a crazy girl.

On sunday, I got up,- more or less, althought I arrived late- to the personal knowledge activity of Entrebarrios, because I know I have to learn to relax myself. It isn't bad. After that, at evening, we did some rehearsals of the theatre text, (We are performing for first time in a pub in a week) Then humanist meeting, after that I made up myself, (I dressed as a kind of witch) and many of us went to a party. I played the tambourine because two girls of the group are learning to dance Galician dancing, I have known a lot of nice people, we danced a lot, and we took as dinner an Ecuatorian reciepe. (It's the first time for me) One of the boys of the association told me later to go to a disco with him, but finally It couldn't be. Anyway, I got fun.

And today, well, I had a more relaxing day, although I went to Vane's house because he asked me to teach her a little English to talk with a Swiss friend (What a pitty... he is from the German zone!!!) And I was so nervous when I have started because I never did something like that... But anyway, little by little.....

I tell you that I hope going to Milan on April. It would be with the association, but it's a good thing to meet a special person... And to some another people. If I have good luck, maybe I can go to see some of the groups I like... I hope it!!! I wish to earn all the money by myself too and that anybody mess up my plan!

The songs of your life

2008-01-18T09:28:00.000+01:00

There are songs which mark our lives forever. Songs that let an unforgettable trace of any shadow of our past, of or the present.

There is somebody who says that I felt ashamed of my native land, because I want to go. Who say that, maybe would remember what was the first step in my musical taste. The fist time I have listened something of music, which my parents of my uncles didn't induced to it. 10 years old. I was 10 years old when I started listening Heredeiros da Crus. I think that when my parents realized that I had no solution, he, he.

I was like that, at least, for three years (1997-2000). Then, as many times in my life, I had a period of "musical transition". In 2001, I starting playing tambourine. After that, the tears of tennage had me change stile absolutely. I listened The Police, and later, I listened Los Piratas, mixed with the first reggaeton songs of summer (2001-2003)

Later, I left this kind of music voluntary, lo leave my emotional sadness. Of course, I passed throutgh another radical change, and I started listening Marilyn Manson, to the last summer first of entering in the Languages School (2003-2004)I remember too that when I have entered in the Languages School I tried to understand a song called Giulia that I listened in the disco version of Gabry Ponte, but I didn't get understanding. I listened music connected to wicca too, and, when time passed, I started listening a little Italian music, It will be strange consecuences. During the 2005, - At this year I knew a boy who was virtually special for me- I listened Verdena and Afterhours besides of songs more malinconic. When this period finished, I cried with stupid songs of Tiziano Ferro and Povia...

But that period finished, as the others, and I started looking for alternatives, (As Nine Inch Nails) and then I started listened groups like GemBoy and Gli Atroci. I gave up listening the first group in May or June, because I felt transient anger. In addition in that period (April-May) I have started studying the Milan's language, so I have started listening some groups which sing in that language. The first group I listened was Gamba de Legn, but not the only one. In fact, now I'm into this kind of music, so, many groups. Facts (The travel, and some people that have helped me to improve it) make me listening the 90% of my time music in that language, with groups as, for instance, I Gufi (togheter and separated), Longobardeath, FBA, Davide Van de Sfroos, The Vad Vuc, Teka-P, Vomitiors, Enzo Janacci... - And now that's it, engaged in with Milan language. How many time I will pass like this?

And a question for you: What are the songs of your life?

Merry Christmas

2007-12-22T11:14:00.000+01:00

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

2007-12-01T11:07:00.000+01:00

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

2007-11-24T14:03:00.001+01:00

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!

2007-10-18T08:30:00.000+02:00

Thanks to everybody who remembered about my birthday yesterday :)

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

I will start...

2007-10-07T11:38:00.000+02:00

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

2007-09-10T02:38:00.000+02:00

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

2007-08-06T10:17:00.000+02:00

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

What a weekend!

2007-08-05T21:31:00.000+02:00

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...

2007-07-01T17:15:00.000+02:00

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!

2007-06-24T13:07:00.000+02:00

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

2007-06-20T09:48:00.000+02:00

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

2007-05-16T21:22:00.000+02:00

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...

2007-05-10T08:37:00.000+02:00

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...

2007-03-21T14:48:00.000+01:00

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

2007-03-20T16:06:00.001+01:00

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

Reflection

2007-03-16T20:17:00.000+01:00

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?

2007-03-09T16:12:00.000+01:00

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...

2007-02-17T12:16:00.000+01:00

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

2007-02-07T13:44:00.000+01:00

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

2007-02-04T12:41:00.000+01:00

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

2007-01-14T10:39:00.000+01:00

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

Bad weekend

2007-01-07T19:23:00.000+01:00

This weekend wasn't the best:

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