Monday 29 December 2014

My best wishes for 2015 to all of you

The intention of these words were to remember Christmases past like every year. They also tried to take some photos from nowadays and to drink a toast to that sane hypocrisy. However, I haven’t been in a good frame of mind these last few days, so I haven’t been able to show my Christmas feeling. And although the purpose of this post was to be cruel about these holidays (everybody is happy and kind), I didn’t give up hope and wanted to believe in Christmas carols. Unfortunately, HIS last day was Christmas day. Connecting the dots and crossing the T’s, a hugely significant date for an extraordinary man, who not only inspired me, but changed my outlook of life.
One day we will be together again.
 
 
Daffodils (I wandered lonely as a cloud) by William Wordsworth.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils. 

Friday 12 December 2014

I don't give advice... you're probably right

As far as I’m concerned, I’ve never really taken the numerous world leaders seriously. After all, those type of people are classed as psychopaths by many experts in this field. Nevertheless, I’m rather sorry for their followers, who put their half-truths before their lives and their families.
Recently, at one of those exciting meetings, where I tried to show the clown in me, I met a good lad in his early twenties and we were exchanging views about endangered languages like Catalan or Maori (believe it or not). I'm not sure why, he shared with me some of his worries that were upsetting him because of one of those brainwashing activists (partaking alcohol loosens the tongue). However, I didn’t know what to tell him and even less how to advise him. In fact, I realized that he really wanted to be part of the establishment and be the ideal convert that he had become moulded. So, the only thing that came to mind was for me to tell him  he deserved to live a real life, but who am I to judge?