We have got the time

What’s the worst part to continue with an old project? Why we leave things that we used to like or to love to do? And when’s the right moment to go kind of “back” and keep on going on the track?

I have suddenly thousand questions and I’m trying to find the answers through a kaleidoscope. No doubt colours are changing day by day, from time to time or from one song to the other. Even people, even our cells! We are in a continuous change where forms are constructed nearly by the same materials but there’s something moving in there. Nothing is the same and not because of that, should be bad nor melancholic.

Then I jump back into this city and dive into all those things that I used to do but not any longer. Why then? …I ask myself. Why did I stop or when is the moment to continue or re-arrange a new appointment with our past habits?

I think I used to love to sit in a little square and have a beer but it was just done few times, I think I remember I used to listen to music by nights, in the darkness, when everything was off. The city is so beautiful by night as well. When silence, that precious thing, comes out and you’ve just got enough time to enjoy it.

When was the last time you listened to music without doing anything else but that? – That was one of the questions my music teacher made me once and I think I just made it not so long time ago, but not as often as I would love to. Then, what are we doing with our daily stuff? The one that we forget? Like just laying quiet or sitting quiet and then letting the music or the silence invade our rooms… Fantastic when we become rich by enjoying to do nothing and then really nothing comes there to interrupt that. Actually then I think about the surgeons… how is the life of a cardiologist? Such a poetic job but such less time… Doctors. Since they’ve got invisible wings to save us, I would say we are very lucky when we have got the time.

Anyway… I’m again swimming everywhere but not where I would like to. About keeping getting the time, I mean that, because it’s obvious I interrupted my writing for a while. But then, it was the time I was eating boxes of tangerines like Regina Spektor says in one of her songs. We dump some good things that might be reconsidered and continued. Perhaps with a different motivation, but in the same way.

Another thing that concerns me is to listen to the things that come on my way by “accident”. I don’t attribute things happen just by casualties, since there’s always a reason in my very personal opinion of course. I’ve got a very interesting video that I would love you to see. I think it was the best visual present I’ve got this year. Have a look and make your opinions. That would be awesome to think for the next entry. To continue dreaming or better to say it’s not time for being negative.

-Miss Mars, what are you going to do?

-Well, to wait until I have a clearer direction to follow.

-I think we already talked about it.

-Right, but its uncertain the way you want us to get that information. Because I want to understand the only thing you need is neither an object nor a material thing.

-Yes you are very right and I’m afraid things might get worse. Our new friends have jus decided to break their codes to declare war to us.

-I don’t understand.

-If you can imagine, they are much closed people, like us, they don’t let suspects enter their circles. But one of our families did and he thinks is the best way to bet.

-How do you mean?

-Tadeusz, one of our young boys, he just fell in love with the daughter of “the Sicilian”. One of the big friends, the one who’s in charge of the East coast. And of course, we need to make some deal to get part on the cake.

-Like what?

-Tons of products might be delivered and might become into “interesting pearls” to our interests.

-I see

-It is not that easy, it is not we only need a pair of ears, we need you to act. It could be there are some papers we need.

-What?! What the hell are you talking about?!

-I told you, it was not that easy…

From our dear dear friend here we go to get some freshness for the summer:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcpXBJZvqiQ&feature=related

And just to remember old times…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IhZKh0sXT1s

Azul Turquesa

It’s pink and blue and blue and pink. It’s all about colours when I think about the last days here in Barcelona. It’s about all the unsuccessful conversations at the bars and the clever comments from strangers. It’s all about when I said this city is like a lobby, like an airport and like a multicultural milkshake where each citizen of the world, would like to work or underline his/her very own style.

This weekend (two weekends ago) was the bluest weekend of this year, but it was not about being metaphorically blue in a way of sadness. It was me visiting my dear friend; the ocean and all the pretty or beautiful “accessories” that complete the picture living in there.

Barceloneta (very famous beach place at this city) could be as well as a colourful catwalk, as well as the place where loads of tourists and friends get along together to spend an “of course” “nice day” at the beach. This city is amazing, and this place can show you well, the fashion tendencies of the season, the next season and years ago seasons. It’s like the fashion confetti where I ask myself if people these days use to get dressed or to get daily costumes. If you’re looking for clichés, here’s your dreamed place; fashion, retros, punks, poshs… The happy couples, the families, the friends, gay people, ice-creams, dogs, tourists, more tourists and could be a little dot in the space: you.

And even in all that happening, there can be left time not to get lost and think about life and relax or have nice talks.

I’m happy that very “simple” things like getting to the beach are awesome. If you go with friends there’s so much to play with balls, cards, frisbees, guitars… bongos! Watch the other people, to try not to bother much the others with a volleyball ball, could get a pretty hard mission… even harder than playing volleyball itself!

And when you go alone, it’s completely other story, get a coffee, watch people, have a sit and smell the breeze or give a walk and have some dreams about ships and the ocean…

I think sometimes we forget those simple and great things, but I recognize we also don’t forget and continue enjoying those brightly things in life. I really wish the summer was here, but what I’m really glad and lucky about is that it takes me only half hour to get there; to I would say… Dreamland.

- You'll see, this "fellas" have just settle their ass over the American business. And American business could be a huge market... But unfortunately, the cake’s distribution is always a little bit risky or... problematic. No, no, no, don't roll your eyes before you know what we are talking about. We just need your best performance at some place.
-Can I ask what does this mean?

- We need you to pretend you need to work or better to say -you- are supposed to get a job at some friend’s… cafeteria.

-Well, I've been doing the same "here" for you, then what for?
- Its not so simple Miss Mars. "Here" you are only doing the "practical term". Now we need you to act.

- Ok. Where's that place?

- Like I said, it’s a friend's business.

- A "friend’s' business"???

- Well, an Italian cafeteria.

- Ooooohhh Myyy Goood!

- Yes, well, you know, not so hard, some serving...

- ...and?

- Hmmm some dog with snoop nose there.

- I don't know what to say, I don't know what's worse, me almost dying here or... there.

- Oh don't worry, we will look after you.

- "Oh!" yes??? How the...

For blue instances, because not to leave the little blue in blue, by our dear Edie Brickell this awesome lyrics with video (the closest version to the original) included:

PICTURE PERFECT MORNING

Edie Brickell

I haven't learned to say goodbye
Hello itself is hard enough
It kills to let a good thing die
And I don't want to see it go bad

Picture perfect morning
Just before the dawn
And city lights are dying
Sing in the cathedral
Face in the stained glass is crying

I won't let myself look at you
And see you like I really do
It's hard to believe
That you're really here
So I just pretend that you're not there

Picture perfect morning
Just before the dawn
And city lights are dying
Sing in the cathedral
Face in the stained glass is crying

Picture perfect morning
Just before the dawn
And city lights are dying
Sing in the cathedral
Face in the stained glass is crying

And when my plane flew through the rain
It shook the wings and people screamed
But I was so sure that I'd see you again
I was not afraid of anything

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U84LVaPQDw4

And from our new friend, we found in his mind this nice song to complete our play list, thank you Steve! (Lyrics included to sing! Yeah!)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5qx3fuTUHM

Motivations-Expectations…

So the story begins…

February, what could or would come this time of the year, when we are again climbing up the mountain, in the case of those who work and in the case of those who study? January was like a settlement onto those things where we made a parenthesis, but February is the real expression of getting across the road or at least getting involved in it. Then why expectations… well, it could be our expectations concerning this year, if we were wishing before, now is the time when we can work in all the things we were thinking could be better to improve. For example: work again. And what about motivations? Well… this case excuse me but there is no connection or not in the way as I see. Last months I was thinking about this word because there’s a lot of movements in here, my friends’ lives or even mine. Everyone is sometimes worried or asking herself or himself, which way people’s actions or “special movements” base their motivations on? And, what about the mixture between motivations-expectations?

There’s now the time when I go to ask to my friends or listen to them, what are them asking about others (by themselves), what’s people motivation to act in this or that way… I didn’t get an exclusive answer or a special trick, just to guess what’s in people’s minds. But what I found as a very reliable palliative was not asking ourselves much about the others. Could be people is more simple than we thought or there should be some realities that might be not told… who knows. Not me of course.

So I decided instead of getting back to my work of special “gravedigger” I decided no to ask so many things. In the end, answers will come out with time, because people sometimes is not able or not brave to tell all they have in their minds. We also are the same line so… what to do then? I would give myself and you, if you find it practical, not to ask so much when you see what’s clear or when you don’t want to see what’s clear. If your desired job turns bad and you see it’s obvious your relation to your buss is no longer stabled as the “honey-moon” it used to be, if your partner tells you is not able to work with you anymore ‘cause found a better way to sell cold beers by his/her own, or if your boyfriend/girlfriend can’t be with you anymore or cheat on you or your lover just decided to take holidays to Madagascar leaving you with the tickets to fly… There are in my very personal opinion two ways to confront, accepting and continue walking or asking yourself forever what was wrong. It’s a fact we should consider what we did wrong, but certainly as far as I know there’s still no special machine that translates us why people change suddenly. Sometimes could be our mistake, sometimes could be in purpose and sometimes could be people or the moon! Even people, like us, they don’t know sometimes how to act in the correct way. It’s always easy to judge the rest but harder to understand there might be nothing and nothing that was your fault; it just came that (unlucky) day to your life.

With this I should thank some friends who motivated me to write this and to find out that could be sometimes there’s nothing to do. Some other surprises came to my life last nights and found out that could be that those things or matters you thought were lost suddenly appear in a different context.

In whichever way this can help you not to blame yourself or the others from different successes in life… then we are at the other side.

I would like to complete this with a very important thing, Rome was not built in two days and good things always will cost much more than easy things. Always is easier to do nothing ‘cause this means no work. As hard as it sounds, as hard it’s still for me to get it. But for this 2009 I think I wrote in red this important motivations and expectations: not so much expectations about the things I cannot change or not depend on me and motivate myself to work hard on those fields in life that “possibly may” need some special extra-polish.

Good luck and happy cheesy Valentine’s Day, we could even prepare a surprise with a welcome back from Love and Mars. Stay Tune!

From our old friend of the happy meal girlfriend we’ve got:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=crqM-Hmx5rY

And from the jealous brother we took the best of his play list to give you a particular (hope not offensive for those who love good music) song by our girly girly dear friend:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=whfmqZrwoxI&feature=PlayList&p=D374080675CFFDAA&index=0&playnext=1

Happy Thursday!

Tonight, Tonight

So this is me, again here, at “home” almost ready to leave. It’s always me who’s trying to give an answer to everything that happens in my life and even I’m sad of it or very, very excited, I’m tired. I’m still on the way of confirmation; let’s say I don’t want to care about knowing everything. Sometimes we expect things that never happen or sometimes things we never expected suddenly happen. But more than looking after the miracle, I just sat and saw myself crying like Alice. It’s stupid to control everything and even worse to think miracles are just about to happen. It’s a big truth to me that no matter what I do, things are going to happen on it’s right time. Doesn’t matter if its Tuesday or Sunday, things are just happening and the most exciting of them are the real effect of a sudden expression, no-matter-what.
So I was expecting a lot of Xmas things, like if I was the best person ever, like when we are thinking we are good, we are paying with every single good coin to life, in cash, we are going to get something great… Well it’s just a dream! I confess I’m a professional dreamer, I love to dream and expect, but I comprehend sometimes we need to fall and crash hard against the floor to get further and not get stuck on superficial or stupid things. I’m now convinced that the most important thing for me, is to find myself. I wanted to be in Austria, in Spain, in Japan! and suddenly a flip gave me the right view to know I don’t know where, but my heartbeat tells I should get back for a while. Since then, I’m also a fan of controlling every single little moment of my future but heck no! I don’t know, I feel I want to come back home for a while and then think seriously about the “big jump”. I know now I’m not in hurry anymore, while the pieces of this puzzle are taking its right place, I’m also taking the chance to live today, to breathe and be happy. There’s no rush because it’s also true that we cannot know the things that are going to change our ways suddenly, like those miracles I was talking about before. I was so sad last month; December was a tough month with no clue about anything. Now I even cannot say that everything is done, no, but I’m feeling better because all those people around me (and some little old things from my past that I found in old boxes), told me that it’s fine, just while your are doing what you think is correct by the moment, then the rest can be written slowly and mixed with different colours.
I’m glad about this hill, I still don’t know where’s also Marcie going to end, even Love, but they told me it’s impossible to love without faith and this is what I’m lucky I didn’t lose, my faith. In many, many people and some things and myself. It could be dark, blue, gray, but I still have faith to guide me because I certainly found I felt like blind but I feel there’s a hand.
Should I say Happy New Year?! Or should I say God bless you all? Or should I say this is me, this is us and there’s still a lot to say with words, with music, with silence.

Under a happy construction!

So our friends of the Happy Meal brought us these good vintage tracks, why not with a good tea with milk.?

Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=56Y-qZQ_DTk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_f7LF3IiKI

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

Gracias por la Música

I’m back here with new air. Thank God the battle against the computer, the archives and old memories was well done and today my computer is “healthy” as my memories…

It was just few weeks ago so many ideas came to my mind as very important things happened to the world.

As usual where to start, and create the correct brainstorm that could help to print ideas in a good way…?

Because we have to start, the first thing to celebrate and the theme all world is involved were last American elections. Here are not deep thoughts about American politics because we all know we were tired of this world massive policies that were ruling everywhere without any consideration. So as America breathe, we, “the rest”, too. It’s not a small thing to say that many tabloids were celebrating this as some of my favourite radio stations too. All of them dedicated a huge program to the success. I was also amazed how elections in some way were part of a big show and this was like those huge events like World Cup or Miss World. It was such a profitable topic for media. Amazing when you could see how many millions of people put their eyes on it. And this way I think to myself how Americans are specialists in media. Of course their films are a monster over the world, and let’s not say about the things they are concerned. But for this time, “I forgive” the big show because personally, I believe this is good news and we are living a moment of hope which is always a good thing.

In the other hand, also sad news were hanging on the newspapers and it was that one of my beloved writers was dead, Mr. Michael Crichton. The magical trips I made with his books, the stories that gave me endless nights… all those brave fighters, knights… they will stay in my heart and my memory. It’s sad when this happens, to me books are like a “stand-by” person waiting to tell you something else, that something is behind of the stories they write. I enjoy deeply these stories but it’s also the personality of the writer printed in there that interests me. That’s why is so sad he’s gone, he had very interesting writing as very humble way to describe his adventures. I would recommend you Time Line, is a book about physics and an amazing story about travelling through time. Then it’s not worth only because of the story, but because you also can find some interesting theories about physics.

The third “wish” of the note is Music. It is a fashion theme in my life I know (it will always be), but these times, I had to “move” part of my mental home and I was amazed that the heaviest part of it were my music files. It’s also sad when I say I would love to be a writer… this should be a 50-50! But ok, no complains when I’m working on that. Then I realized very many people, very important people, contributed with a huge part of my collection. Years and years belong to one collection and this is like a special smell to me. Smells are also in some way like a song, they could bring you so many good memories… My favourites are now safe and I also know life brought me to change the stage and maybe some of my “distributors” are not any longer there to produce as 3 or 5 years ago. But I’m very happy now. I see my music library became part of my personal story as well as my personal diary and… the currently page you are reading to.

I think I’m also experimenting a different period of my life and I have so much to say… But I learnt sometimes is good to think and not jumping just at the very first second. Some ideas should be in the oven for few more days before I smell they are ready.

So today I realized I do agree with a friend and it is that my heart is in holidays. It could be I watch over the streets… but only watching. Too many things occurred last month that I think I still don’t know where to focus to start walking again. I didn’t want to make this personal, but is as fool to say I was not the writer of these stories.

So the play list today was brought by our Blur friends… Hey, by the way! Did you hear they are “very probably” coming back?!!! Yes! It made me so happy, very, very happy. Because they will bring something new of course and they are of my beloved bands.

Ok, ok no more blah, blah, blah, excuse me, tonight I’m excited (for first time) about knowing nothing.

This is a Low

And into the sea goes pretty England and me
Around the Bay of Biscay and back for tea
Hit traffic on the dogger bank
Up the Thames to find a taxi rank
Sail on by with the tide and go asleep
And the radio says

THIS IS A LOW
BUT IT WON'T HURT YOU
WHEN YOU ARE ALONE IT WILL BE THERE WITH YOU
FINDING WAYS TO STAY SOLO

On the Tyne forth and Cramity
There's a low in the high forties
And Saturday's locked away on the pier
Not fast enough dear
On the Malin head, Blackpool looks blue and red
And the Queen, she's gone round the bend
Jumped off Land's End
And the radio says

Video included!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2x_1zPi8Bw&feature=related

Few days are left and Sally didn’t say goodbye. We cannot wait until she’s back. Show must go on… but how to pretend she didn’t break our hearts. We thought she was the perfect one (or that was what Rob said). Now is time to get to Hastings and we don’t even know if we will make it without her. We shouldn’t believe her that way, now John is feeling the worst hangover and I am thinking not to carry on.