I´m still here...

It's been a nerve-wracking period since I last posted something in here. I was not in the mood to write about what was going on in a blog. These last few weeks were better for "tweeting" (& retweeting!) than anything else. Once more, I have to thank my friend Brooke for introducing me to that (birdy) world...

I had big plans for today. You know, it is not often that Monday comes and you don't have to work (today's the festivity of Santiago, the Saint Patron of Spain). I wanted to take advantage of it, specially because it was also my first day back eating after a ten-day lemon & maple syrup cleansing diet.

But... Alas! By noon I was already lying in my couch with the tv on. To be honest, I wasn't even paying attention. I was changing channels like crazy (wasn't that the title of a "Supernatural" episode...?) until I came across Gale Harold and I couldn't resist, I had to stop and really watch. I hadn't seen the show before, but I guess I got there at the right time. Supposedly, he was describing the things he liked about the girl he was with (not before pointing out that she was "like an advertisement for a male's midlife crisis"...!! Gee!!) and I thought to myself: "I wouldn't mind being described like that", but of course that only happens on a tv show (besides I'm not a blonde and I'm not in my twenties anymore... I'm about to start my very own midlife crisis, for crying out loud!!). You would think I'd write the words down, wouldn't you? Well, of course I would! Here it is:
"You are a fascinating, occasionally maddening woman. You have a quicksilver mind and a gigantic heart. You love your friends to a fault and despise injustice with a white-hot intensity. You resist authority, not because you're an anarchist, but because you're a leader by nature. You refuse to be bullied, and will not allow me to win an argument if you know you're right. And you're not afraid to laugh at yourself...".

Shortly after, the show was over. I started day-dreaming for a while and now I just decided to sit down, listen to some Billy Joel and write a few lines even if it's just to show a couple of people and myself that I'm still alive. Now more that ever I have to let those around me (or far away) know that "when the going gets tough, the tough get going".

Eres / You are

I just felt the need to make an "ad libitum" (free) translation of this song. Read the lyrics and maybe you'll discover why...

http://www.goear.com/listen/ccdf22a/04-eres-dani-martin

Eres ese caramelo que quería    (You're the candy that I wanted)
Eres ese gesto lleno de valor    (You're a courageous gesture)
Eres como la primera parte de mi vida    (You're like the first part of my life)
Tan salvaje, tan amor, tan extrema como yo    (As wild, as full of love, as extreme as me)

Eres como una princesa sin tonterías    (You're like a princess without the foolishness)
Eres Beatles, eres un Rolling Stone    (You're the Beatles, you're a Rolling Stone)
Eres como la perfecta melodía    (You're like the perfect tune)
Que te llega al corazón    (That gets to your heart)
Eres paz... Eres león...    (You're peace... You're a lion...)

Es que eres la mejor sensación    (You're the best feeling)
Los besos sin miedo, amor    (The kisses without fear, love)
Como los de los niños    (Like the ones from children)
Y es que siento que eres superior    (And I feel you're way more than me)
Que me haces guapo    (You make me handsome)
Y que puedo irme a volar contigo    (And I can go flying with you)

Eres esa mano suave que me cuida    (You're the soft hand that takes care of me)
Eres una realidad en mi interior    (You're a reality within me)
Eres todo lo que alguien imagina    (You're everything anyone could imagine)
Tener cerca alrededor    (Having close around)
Eres paz... Eres león...    (You're peace... You're a lion...)

Es que eres la mejor sensación    (You're the best feeling)
Los besos sin miedo, amor    (The kisses without fear, love)
Como los de los niños    (Like the ones from children)
Y es que siento que eres superior    (And I feel you're way more than me)
Que me haces guapo    (You make me handsome)
Y que puedo irme a volar contigo...    (And I can go flying with you...)

The small things that still make me happy

Taking tons of pictures each day, The Beatles, friends that are far far away but feel very close in my heart, writing about foolish things, tomatoes, books that make me lose track of time, staring at the sea and listening to the sound of waves, a song that reminds me of good times, the smell of the sea in San Sebastián, walking barefoot, having one family on each side of the Ocean, Friday evenings with nothing to do, sleeping in on Saturdays, weekend breakfasts, sunny winter Sundays, summer storms, autumn colours, long spring days, fresh orange juice, big trees, comfortable sneakers, snow, engaging in a fantastic conversation with my sister Loretta while enjoying a "Blue Moon" and forgetting the ribs were on the barbecue, movies that make me laugh, movies that make me cry, singing in the shower, a good night's sleep,

apple crumble with custard, the scent of Grandma Nicolasa's red roses and rockrose on the hill, believing that time goes by and I stay the same, soap bubbles, discovering new wonderful places, laughing until it hurts, looking through the window on a starry night, full moons, theatre plays written by Alejandro Casona, Paul's voice, having drinks with friends, Stella's perfume, wandering around with nowhere to go, frogs, handwritten letters, meeting with friends at home for hours and hours, buying presents for people I care about, strawberry ice cream, thinking aloud, Scottish landscapes, chilling on the sofa,

little villages in Castilla y León, throwing stones in the lake, the sand in "La Concha", foulards and scarves, a good Martini, sweet and sour flavours, basketball, cheesy movies, olives, stuffed toys, big hugs from people I love, Harrison Ford, naff dresses, purple things, "Leffe" beer, black & white pictures, eating with my fingers, riding my bicycle in Pozuelo, screaming in the mountains and hearing the echo coming back, fruit salads, heavy rock music, strong colours, Navarra and its people, dusks & dawns, crossing bridges, stepping on dry leaves, fireworks, thinking that everything will be alright...

Dani Martín

It had been a while since my last concert. I think it was Bruce Springsteen's.

Last night I went to see Dani Martín (the former lead singer of the Spanish band "El Canto del Loco").

Leaving aside the controversy over it being an election "manoeuvre" from the town's mayor, I had high hopes for this concert. I had seen  ECDL  at the Valladolid Latino Festival in May 2008 and there he communicated so much energy from stage!

My perception yesterday was quite different.

I didn't like the chosen premises (the "León arena").  First, there was too much "echo" and second, I had to shake off  two spiders that were going down my arm while I was there... They seemed to be everywhere!! Eeeek!!

Besides, something happened to the lights during  the first part of the concert and we couldn't see a thing!
He chose to go for a "slower" selection of songs (his solo album "Pequeño" is more intimate, I guess). Not exactly what I was expecting...

Although it looked as if everything around was meant to ruin the show (including the weather), I enjoyed it.

This music is supposed to aim for a younger public. I guess that makes me -at least- young at heart...

I took some pictures with my phone (awful quality, but I had to try).

Now all I can say is: I hope I can go to another concert soon!!