Being blue

Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.

Twelve - doce

Tratar con antipáticos. Conversar con los sordos sin ponerte nervioso.

Eleven - once

Aguantar a los pesados. No poner cara de vinagre escuchándolos.

So I'm starting

NO ONE IS GOING TO LOVE YOU IF YOU DON'T LOVE YOURSELF

A Big Step

A peaceful silence was dominating the entire house during that night, a clock was running endlessly, for hours and hours, every second was followed by another one and it kept repeating incessantly. Her room was invaded by that creepy darkness, but there was only one window which could bring some white and clear light to the room. Even though it was not enough, it could illuminate her messy closet and some random clothes scattered on the wooden floor. The light was also reflected on the rectangular mirror, and through it you could see that shiny window and the trees that abounded outside, next to it, there were tons papers and books spread on her desk. Suddenly a sharp sound howls every corner of her room, and there she was, Candace, waking up, starting a new day, different from any other.


Goodbye everybody. She took that plane from Argentina to US, that plane that broke the bubble where she was locked, where she couldn’t grow and she let herself be influenced by the others. That flight left so much behind and opened big doors, opened her mind. It came for a purpose, to let her grow. But to accomplish it she had to forget about things that were not going to help her do it. She forgot about how much she had in Buenos Aires. She forgot about those routine week days, going to school by car with her lovely grandma and her cousins. Those extremely freezing or hot morning in school having so much fun with her classmates while they were in class, or the happiness that awaked her after the bell rang, the first break on Monday mornings, and going out of class with her friends, to some breakfast and talk about stories of that Saturday or Sunday night. She forgot about those awesome girls that made her happy everyday and helped her every time she asked for it. She forgot about those crazy evenings where she had laugh with them for so much time and couldn’t find anything that stop them. She didn’t remember about that great summer in the country side with them, sleeping in that huge tent next to the river and staying awake until they could see the beautiful sunrise. Or that habitual Sundays, having barbecue or empanadas with her family and cousins after mass.


Those were things that she had forget, while she was in Washington, so that she could go out of that big bubble, and have a great opportunity to change herself and appreciate everything that she was going to have. But she kept some memories, memories that make her be how she is, she does remember those Sundays mornings that smelled of fresh grass and the wind of those summers days that shacked thins and giant trees, the sound of the water that run through the river, she does remember getting up, and having breakfast with her family and a sweet voice that told her every morning “Today is going to be a great day”.


The alarm clock was going to ring for the second time when she woke up. 7.45, fifteen minutes to do everything, her dad was going to pick her up at 8 to go to school. First day of school and being nervous was making her sick, she didn’t really know what she was going to find in there. Was she going to be the only one from another country? Was there somebody who can speak Spanish with her? Was she going to understand every single English word? She didn’t know if all that was going to happened, but she was very sure about one thing, this experience was really going to make her change in so many ways that she was going to be a different person, but still with the same qualities that make her be Candace.

c.j.

On the couch with Tracey Emin

I begin by asking her how she feels about people (and not just me) observing and analysing her because of the nature of the art she produces.
'Sometimes I feel all right about it, but sometimes I get really paranoid.' She speaks quietly, with frequent hesitant thinking pauses, some filled with 'ums' and long reflective silences. 'Sometimes I don't want people to see what I feel inside. A while ago I had to get on to an aeroplane, alone, and I was really crying. I didn't want people to see I was crying so I wanted to put my sunglasses on to cover it up. But this is a big problem. If I hadn't worn the sunglasses, the public would have said, "Tracey Emin's got no emotional control." If I wear the sunglasses they say, "Tracey Emin thinks she's the big celebrity artist."

tracey emin: my favourite artist together with andy warhol

Diez - ten

Forget offense and smile specially to offenders.

Olvidar ofensas. Y sonreír especialmente a los ofensores.

Ni tus rulos ni mis rulos

So dreaming lets you know that reality exists.

Sometimes you need to go faraway, you need to escape, the reality is so tiring that you look for a door, a window maybe that lets you go far.
Somedays while looking, you find the place, that small piece of earth where you are what you want, you do what you feel, you smile, and you breath deeply.
But them reality is calling, the every day routine shouts your name, you go back to he reality, waiting to escape again.

Everything

What are you doing here?

What do you want?

Is it music?

We can play music.

But you want more.

You want something & someone new.

Am I right?

Of course I am.

You want ecstasy

Desire & dreams.

Things not exactly what they seem.

I lead you this way, he pulls that way.

I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.

I'm talking to you, my self.

Let's recreate the world.

The palace of conception is burning.

Look. See it burn.

Bask in the warm hot coals.

You're too young to be old

You don't need to be told

You want to see things as they are.

You know exactly what I do

Everything

                       Jim Morrison

Nine- nueve

Hacer favores. Y concederlos antes de que terminen de pedírtelos.

Make favors and issue them before they finish asking.

Fly

My mind is far away from here, today I did almost nothing, I had no obligations so I let myself fly.

Flying can be a great activitie while you enjoy it, nut getting back on earth hurts.

Hey you!
Up in the sky
Learning to fly
Tell me how high
Do you think you'll go
Before you start falling

Downtown

When you're alone

And life is making you lonely

you can always go downtown.

When you got worries,

All the noise and the hurry

seems to help,

I know down town.

Just listen to the music

Of the traffic in the city,

linger on the sidewalks

Where the neon signs are pretty.

How can you lose?

The lights are much brighter there

You can forget all your troubles,

Forget all your cares.

So go down town.

Things'll be great

When you're down town.

No finer place for sure-

Down town.

Everything's waiting for you

Down town.

Don't hang around

And let your problems surround you,

there are movie shows down town.

Maybe you know some little places to go

to where they never close down town.

Just listen to the rhythm

Of a gentle bossa nova.

You'll be dancing with 'em too

Before the night is over happy again.

The lights are much brighter there

You can forget all your troubles,

Forget all your cares.

So go down town.

Where all the lights are bright

Down town.

Waiting for you tonight

Down town.

You're gonna be alright now

Down town.

When you're alone

And life is making you lonely

you can always go down town.

When you got worries,

All the noise and the hurry

seems to help,

I know down town.

And you may find somebody kind-

To help and understand you,

someone who is just like you

And needs a gentle hand

To guide them along.

So maybe I'll see you.

Things'll be great when you're

Down town.

Don't wait a minute more

Down town.

Everything's waiting for you

Down town.

Eight - ocho

Prestar libros aunque te pierdan alguno. Devolverlos tú.

Lend books even they get lost. Return them.

Here comes the sun

Siete - seven

Visitar a los enfermos, sobre todo sin son crónicos.

IN MY HEAD

Seis - six

Multiplicar el saludo, incluso a los semiconocidos.

Five - cinco

Sonreír. Sonreír a todas horas. Con ganas o sin ellas.

Four - cuatro

Tener la manía de hacer el bien, sobre todo a los que no se la merecerían teóricamente.