I recovered the old writings of my website. The thought lost. There are more than 150. Among them the first part of "The Waiting" the text of which I spoke last week, I leave a little further down, next to my spine Journal of Almeria. As you see today you have read for a while ... a big hug.
The Ollerías
Be at my good friend Joaquín Pérez Azaustre is like being in a warm church where mythological gods inhabit our universe, which converge fantasy, comic and movie world. He prepares a delicious gazpacho Cordoba as I finished reading his latest book of poems, which will be provided Loewe Award for the second time. On the walls we can find photos of Rita Hayworth, Errol Flynn and Manolete, but Superman, Batman or the Joker. Of course, the walls of his house and almost every corner their small apartment shielded than a book of poetry and novels. Reading is a bunker to survive for at least a couple of centuries. Salva will repair your PC so you can take him to Brussels and as I read, I realize that every poem that houses his new book is better than the last, "Lisboa" and "blue house" because my breath away also clear I lived very closely the experiences of the poet. We had dinner and talked of love and life plans. We offer beer and I leave before midnight with good saves, but not before enjoying a Dry Martini made by Joachim. Delicious. Can not ask for more. He greets us warmly, gives us dinner, we has read his latest book of poems that are still in the process of reviewing the proofs (the cover is beautiful, the picture was taken by his father), gives us some books and a DVD for my daughter. My heart is so red and skin-deep that friendship is friendship, is brotherhood. Joaquín And I love him as a brother you want as you love someone you consider your family. And being at home is to be in your own home. Really made a fortune.
The next March after the official presentation to journalists at the Circulo de Bellas Artes de Madrid, there will be another close reading and presentation at the Café Libertad 8. There shall Joaquin "The Ollerías" and singing songs, and guests will see that you can live in a poem. You speak so much about this and tell you the exact time and place not to miss the appointment.
MAYBE GEORGE MICHAEL George Michael
is no longer news. The fact is that the former singer Whan! has been slow to reissue his album Faith, that it has sold 20 million copies worldwide. An album that collected huge pop songs as I want your sex, Monkey or Father figure, that album became his consecration. What happens is that George Michael has been unable to measure the excess in your life. And do not talk about the scandals his homosexuality, I refer to those related to the possession of marijuana which led last year to spend eight weeks in jail. George Michael is a great artist but could be even bigger if it wanted. Not surprisingly, for me it was the best candidate to replace Queen Freddie Mercury, just remember his great version of Somebody to love. He was not interested. Fortunately, many of us still believe in his redemption. In their faith.
Published Today February 1, 2011 in The Journal of Almeria.
WAITING (July 2001)
good thing about being late for appointments is that you know the person you are waiting is thinking of you during these minutes of delay. Perhaps not thinking straight but almost certainly know that you are spending some thoughts until you arrive. Today I arrived on time, the place has been set the Plaza Nueva in my city, Seville, specifically in front of City Hall. It's 6 and a half ago and people spend at a rapid clip. Today I am the one who waits, I who thinks of you.
I feel like getting lost in these streets so damn, kiss, hug and hold your hand ... What else can be done better in this city? To me the center is home to me for hours and eat in your laughter, our intense conversations, your look, good wine and coffee with foam. The city is ours. You do not get, perhaps because it is a working day. There are traffic jams on the avenues and almost all go out to work now. Maybe we went to the park today and as we pursued lovers hidden in the flowers, ponds with water lilies and hungry ducks, gardens, pigeons ... The strange thing is that, in fact, they're lovers. You have all the charm that a boy like me could wish for, you are perfect with a big flaw: you're the wife of another. The minutes fall by little, look at my watch, people go to search for something in a hurry, or as if something had been lost. Today, I do not want to be supportive, I do not think attacks on nuclear submarines moored English at a dock, or natural disasters, or husbands who abuse their wives. I know, I feel terribly selfish, today I dedicate to her this autumn afternoon, this afternoon so uncertain. How uncertain is our future, I wonder what'll be seeing me this evening Do you decide the order to flee or choose to be me again with the guy that has sunk into a routine in the past year? I can not avoid comparisons, I love the role of lover to Rick Blayne ... But this is not Casablanca Sevilla. The city moves, I try not to stagger to see you come down the sidewalk, every day you are more beautiful, I like that before we say a word and you are me smiling ... At that moment wavered, our future is uncertain and I remember those verses of Pablo Milanes "... I prefer shared before emptying my life ...". Arrive, you kiss me and pour laughter from all corners. The world stops, the city is ours.
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