Days of bread and roses

I seldom look back

And see all the mess

How could I reach that?

Would I be able of getting that again?

Things have changed, but

You stay where you stood

Everybody can tell (right?)

As they say: "It's not me, it's you"

Plug it in and let it out

Remember when we used to shine

Touch the stars in the first shout

Feel it slip, it's no longer your time

"Can't you see it's over? Because you're the star of a shrinking universe"

Every gun makes its own tune

"You see, in this world there's two kinds of people, my friend: Those with loaded guns and those who dig. 

You dig."

- Blondie, Il buono, il brutto, il cattivo (Sergio Leone, 1966)

Before and after

Against all the odds, it happened.

More than a decade from the last time we met on purpose in that ice-cream parlour that used to be in the most central square.

Three years after that festival in which we ran into each other almost by accident (only almost).

It's so curious that although you marked a turning point in my personality and the way I perceived my biggest hobby, I couldn't find the right words to greet you then as if nothing had happened.

And yet, I got the courage to try and rekindle the friendship last summer. And, unexpectedly, you went along with it :)

It wasn't necessary to dig up the past times when we partied like animals and called each other "Co-owners of the same soul", nope.

Some things never change. Soulmates never die.

Or so they say.

Gold-bloom

"I'm... I'm simply saying that life, uh, finds a way". 

- Dr. Ian Malcolm, Jurassic Park (Steven Spielberg, 1993)

Julian Plenty of...

Show me the dirt pile and will pray that the soul can take three stowaways

Vanish with no guile, and will not pay 

But the soul can wait

But if it's still pretty, what with all these leaves? We'll be fine, oh

And supervise 

... But here comes the fall 

So much for make-believe, not sold

So much of dreams, deceit, not prepared to know 

For always and ever will never let go 

Always concealed, safe and inside

Alive

In a passion it broke, always pulling the black from the gray
But the soul can wait
I felt you so much today

Il mondo si è fermato...

"The world has stopped turning.

For days now something has been happening that we haven't seen for a long time.

News and social networks, the front page of newspapers are not focusing on evil anymore, but on good.

Not on war and terrorism, but on love.

And all of this thanks to Pius XIII's heartbreaking love letters.

The world has stopped turning.

The world has stopped turning.

To talk about love."

- The Young Pope, episode 10

Into the Unknown

"My favorite thing is to go where I've never been."

— Diane Arbus

What I would tell you

If I wasn't a shrinking violet, I'd tell you that you've been very present in my intimate moments for a few days in a row.

I'd tell you that the way you bite your lips when I'm talking to you is why I can hardly look you in the eye. And it's driving me crazy (in a good sense).

I'd also tell you that I'm terrified to throw this all away because I'm not enough, or not what you're expecting. Although what scares me the most is the fact that I could get even more broken than before.

And I'd tell you that I love it when you look me in the eye and draw that smirk that would make effing Han Solo envious.

There, I said it.

Yours faithfully,

The Bad Influence

No woman can truly love a man who listens to Phil Collins

- So... You want to have actual sexual intercourse, right?
- Yeah... Wh-what???
- The girl. It's all about the girl, isn't it?

- Sing Street (2016)

Amarcord 2017

Ya está aquí, ha llegado.

Meses después del comienzo real del año, me aventuro a escribir este Amarcord, para seguir con la tradición.

Porque 2017 fue el año en que...

• Me quité las PT y el TFG, no sin dificultades por el camino.
• Estuve en centroeuropa y aprendí palabras curiosas como "czesch" o "dzień dobry". También otras más bordes, me inflé a pierogi y probé un helado artesanal de caramelo salado con trocicos de almendra impresionante.
• Vi a un grupo mítico en un país escandinavo (y desde entonces cuento los días hasta que casque alguno de ellos. Presiento que está cerca).
• Empecé un nuevo hobby sobre ruedas y cada día que pasa es un día menos hasta que consiga material del bueno con luces que aporten molonidad.
• Me apunté a otro hobby y me zampé a mis compañeras en casi todos los aspectos.
• Vi a esos escoceses bien vestidos en mi ciudad, and they didn't walk away.
• Perdí peso que me sobraba. Unos 80 kg, para ser exactos. Y tenía barba.
• En el proceso, también perdí una vida futura que ahora es paralela a la real. Una casa que estaba haciendo poco a poco más mía, un plan que (a simple vista) no tenía fisuras.
• Perdimos a Mr. Ollivander/Winston Smith/Kane, el Batman perruguero del Batusi y ese cantante torturado de ojos preciosos que cantaba a grito pelado aquello de "I'll wait for you there alone".
• Le molé a una multinacional. Aunque fue a principios del año siguiente cuando dieron luz verde.
• Seguí con niñas repelentes e ilustradores majetes. Alguna escocesa o italiana ocasional también.
• Participé por primera vez en un par de carreras populares. Eso sí, no corriendo.
• Asertividad, resiliencia y otros términos del demonio han ido cogiendo fuerza.
• Pasé un fin de semana "mágico" en un monasterio manchego con otras 149 personas unidas por una misma afición.
• Leí "Las Fantásticas Aventuras de Odín y su Hijo Ilegítimo: ¡desmelene en EEUU!", además de ver ese ejercicio impecable que fue su adaptación en forma de serie.
• Me enganché a un espejo negro, una enemistad de cine, la historia de una criada, un caballo politoxicómano y depresivo, unas cascadas de la gravedad, una Corona rodeada de corgis y, sobre todo, un papa joven de ojos penetrantes.

Y parece que este año 2018 viene cargado de cambios. Hasta qué punto, ya lo veremos.