Planet Earth is Blue and there’s nothing I can do

Erase. To clean, to delete, to forget. How many definitions of the word “erase” do exist? When do we think we should erase something? Will it be erased at all? I read mobiles can keep sms for a long time, even you think they are “erased” they still keep many of them. I also read police in the States, found a criminal by just verifying the “erased” sms in his mobile. And then I thought… ha-ha to catch the “loyal” husband/wife… That would be maybe interesting… funny? OK maybe not for all the people involved indeed.

So again, when do we delete? Is it not anymore useful? Is it a question to hide something? Burglars, murderers, cheaters… they would be the perfect example of erasing “data” or visible criminal signs. But for a normal peasant, what would it mean? Which case?

Everything because I made a cleaning of my emails. It’s amazing how many stuff was “hidden” there. And how many things depending on time are so much important and afterwards could be just a binary code getting more space than needed… But there are also good stories, bad stories, happy and sad stories… All of them like voices waiting to get (once again) the chance to come back and become into words. In mind, at least.

But there’s also the cleaning “of today”, that we live “for today” and what I’ve said about the best way of waiting is to live in present. But actually I would like to add that this waiting is not only waiting, is living life as it goes. So I had a fast conversation with my heart and just felt it was done. Not so much dealing. Letters are important to me, but those that are not written depend on their “validating period”. And for sure those letters that were important will stay at the bottom of my heart. Maybe it is we are in December, maybe I feel like starting this personal management is needed. So I did. I can even remember when a friend told me he used to erase mails, I thought: what a sad thing. But certainly no, it is a good thing, it let’s you let the old pack aside or packed in a good place: memory.

I feel strange, perhaps I could regret about it, but my heart tells it was right. I’m prepared for the next time and this means we cannot hold everything, it could turn into a burden and travelling lighter is easier- for sure-.

Chicago, 1976

- Good Morning Marcia, Mr. Ivankov is waiting for you. Your uncle has already arrived. Please come in.

- Thank you

- Good Morning Marcie, how are you today? I hope brave enough and… quiet enough.

- As much as I can I guess.

-Excellent. Have you already seen Mr.Trapl?

- Yes

- Good, I’m glad. So it seems we are ready to talk about business. I hope your work at the bar gave you a little blink of how this… “business” is running. Your uncle has been very polite and we think you two, sorry, you three, will get back soon.

- Certainly is what we are expecting Mr. Ivankov. Shall we ask you to let us know the rest of the information?

- Of course you can, that’s the very purpose of our meeting.

- Feel free…

- Well, as you see, the business is running good but not as it should. This Italian friends have been a little bit itching my back for a while…

We are glad Xmas is going to be soon, so we are getting happier than usual. So the Old Friends Box productions gave us some ideas.

Remember we told you they “would be back” ? Yes they are! Beautiful summer ‘09

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yci8GY9kUqg

From RootsReCords:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMkb_rpuwSA

David Bowie’s Space Oddity covered by the best girl:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IgJq6v6gA_4

The Dream of the Blue Turtles

How many times can we fall in love on the train?

I think, I guess, the number is endless. Get there, into the “animal kingdom”, sometimes is inevitable. I guess I talked about trains before and I love specially this theme because is one of the places where we inevitable be also in contact with the others. Some way, you get to know only “costumes” and in the other hand, what about on what’s behind?

I’m petty, I’m hysterical about this. How people stare, how they look like, what kind of music they could be listening to. Then the “excuse me” and the “you get down here?”… If you pay attention, you could also get sometimes some amazing stories too. It’s nice someway because you are swimming into a different reality. You are not needed to talk to anyone and you can freely open your mind up to all those little universes. I told to a friend once “do not break the others dreams, dreams are like balloons and if you do it, then you get a crying kid”. And I don’t want to break any balloon, but this has to do with the real side of this dream. Maybe all those amazing universes sometimes could bite you. So I don’t know, it’s like lying in the middle of the reality and… illusions? Magic?

And I know, next time I get there, I will continue with this dream….

Whenever it’s love I’m a sham. The best dealer, the master of cards. I wish it was not that night I succumbed to the darkest chambers. Not in love, the same flag but different green. I’m not going to fade as expected, not even as I promised. It’s just love when it’s not love there. It’s just two strangers who meet and will meet knowing nothing but a last kiss. Should kill the opponent but is so sweet. Innocent? Never!

Next time cheers to our plastic beats in martini glasses.

Sometimes not even the truth is enough. What about meditation, the secret geometry of chance? Here you the complete clue with video included! Enjoy! Happy week!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=037uSAIahho

(B-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l entry btw)

Shape of my heart

Sting

He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for the respect
He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart

He may play the jack of diamonds
He may lay the queen of spades
He may conceal a king in his hand
While the memory of it fades

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape, the shape of my heart

And if I told you that I loved you
You'd maybe think there's something wrong
I'm not a man of too many faces
The mask I wear is one
Those who speak know nothing
And find out to their cost
Like those who curse their luck in too many places
And those who smile are lost

I know that the spades are the swords of a soldier
I know that the clubs are weapons of war
I know that diamonds mean money for this art
But that's not the shape of my heart
That's not the shape of my heart