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Mi mas oculto deseo fue siempre ser escritor y aprender varios idiomas. He llegado a defenderme bien en Ingles y chapurrear algo de Frances. El cine y la fotografia me fascinan. La música, de todo tipo, ha sido siempre mi relax. La amistad la valora mas que a nada en la vida.

jueves, 21 de marzo de 2013

JUST THE SAME EVERY DAY



NONSENSE

After a year of writing here I like to see what have been the changes in this blog, also I like to see what I said a year ago when it was my first experience in having a blog.

More or less what I wrote then was a lot of nonsense words or ideas, but as happens always when a person read some notes that were written on the past there is something to learn from them.

What I said at the begining?  a lot of nonsense:

I said that it seems I was writing for no body just because there was not any reply or I have not signs that any people could read the blog.
Having in mind it could be posible that I was writing for me only I talk something about my own life, just like a diary, more or less what I have done some years before.

Also writing nonsense I said our life in a sunday was the same as our life in a monday or other day of the week. Why?.
It is easy, I don´t work out from home, so days of the month or the week are the same one after another for me and for my wife.
Sunday? Monday? ...just the same.

Our life is simple, living in a big city like Madrid with so many sites to visit we usually don´t go out to home to any place in the big city.
Why?.
My dear wife Cuca is sick, with a bad sickness "multiple esclerosis" and she likes to be home doing her life, Reading, listening to the radio, or some news on the tv. and  even more, typing in the keyboard of her pc., some mails or just playing with the computer. Doing that a sunday is a similar day to another other day of the week.

The rutine of sundays at home is that a person comes here to do house chores, help me with the hard work of a house. This person is like a friend of us now. For years she has been coming on sundays because the rest of days are working doing other things. Quite different things, another different work.

But this sunday she didn´t come because she is in her country Peru. She wanted to go to her city Lima to see her sons and her mother.
There was  a lot of years that she haven´t see her family and she was anxious to
see them.

Writing nonsense I said that other woman take her place to do the home chores, a young woman of Bolivia, as a suplent of the first, my dear Isabel.
Like in football there are titulars and suplents, Chari, a nice person from Bolivia is the suplent of Isabel when she can´t make me the favour of coming.

To me is nice just to have some one who can help me to do some of my works at home. Being a marry man, working all my life out home, I was very bad acustomed to do nearaly nothing at home, as the majority of men.

It was my wife, Cuca, who take care of the children and the house.
Suddenly she was ill, it seems her illness was going to pass soon, but it wasn´t so and at the end Emiliano needs to start a new life as a house keeping.

Yes, this was a new life for me, taking care of my dear wife, looking for the supplies, cooking, going to shop, doing everything that it is supposed a girl or a woman do at home.....? Why not a man?.
So today I understand very well what a good woman do at home, it is a difficult work that is not appreciate for us, men, who we are absolutely selfish.
Till the moment a person start doing something, he or she is not aware of the difficult task a house could be.....for me, yes, it is.

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Here at home I have known something about house chores, but outside this my little world of house I do not know what is happening in the world.
Yes, the world of outside home, the Spain´s world, The Europa´s world, and so forth.
I don´t like Tv. news, even radio news, I like more to read the papers.
Despite my big ignorance I coud say that:

Everything if falling down since five or six years ago, and people are not aware that their world of before is over.
Not work, not hopes, not any future for the moment, and thousand and thousands of young well prepared that have to leave their countries looking for a work.
People with fourty or fifty years old that have not money, not work, not home, and so forth.......till when?
So, I said that "Just the same as every day" no good news at all, not justice, not hopes for our young and still looking to a best future.

Its funny to listen to the news about Spain. Spain? does exist this country?...or it is something I was teached and now that idea is not valid?.
Since years I thought there was a country or nation called Spain, now I am not so sure.

Why?. Because every one región out  the centre of Iberia wants to be out of the Nation.
Spain? Not, it is better to be Cataluña, Comunidad Vasca, Canarias and so on.......
What people thinks about being out of what their country till yesterday, that is the way of living better? having a work? money?. Speaking only a language spoken by
four or five millions is better than speaking English or Castellano? that is spoken by
hundred of millions?. Of course it is not my problem, I don´t mind any more but it sound so silly out from here.

This morning a new said:

The agreement of Maroc with U.E. about fishing round its coast was finished, and that would be affected to....the fishmen/women of Spain, Andalucia and Canarias.....and I thought......
Andalucia is not Spain?
Canarias is not Spain?

What kind of news are these?. I have headache already of listening news like this every day.
They change the concepts, the language, the ideas of people day after day and it is not a good way to follow.

Well, I would like that news, subjects, and so forth should be a Little more clear as people at the end don´t understand anything.

That´s all friends.
This was an example of the subjects I use to write a year ago.

It is possible that after a year I have learn anything to talk about, thanks a lot if you have enough patience to read me in this blog.

Thanks.  







       el gatufo. 

(more or les this was my way of writing a year ago)

miércoles, 20 de marzo de 2013

JUST TO WAKE UP IN GOOD OR BAD MOOD






JUST TO WAKE UP IN GOOD OR BAD MOOD, THAT´S THE QUESTION


Wake up it is something difficult for me. Just the act of beginning a new day after being sleep for hours required from me a big effort to start the morning cheerful, with a smile in my face, even just saying something like good morning my dear, have you sleep well?.

If there is something irregular in my life the first thought I have in the morning it is just this problem.
A friend who is passing through difficulties, subjects with the family or in the office, when I was working, and so forth...always the first thought should be so.
I do think it happens to nearly every person but sure I am not so certain about this  premise, not all people have to feel the same, that´s for sure.
Good luck for them as getting up in bad mood it is always quite disagreeable for people around me.

Who knows how a baby sleep? or an adult? it is always  the form a baby dreams to the way of an old person?. Why some people are a good wake up and other a bad
humor just since there were born?

Being a children it was hard to wake up to go to the school very soon. I could remember that the hour of being in it was 8 a.m. every day and it cost me a lot.
Madrid it is a city very cold in Winter. Usually we have less two or three degrees at the morning to reach up fourteen or fifteen at noon which it is a big difference and the body suffers this changes in temperatura aching a lot.

Now I could see that children go to the school being so small, and they use to cry aloud every morning just because the don´t want to go.
I do think it is cruel what we do with the little babies  taking them so small to the nurseries every morning just because their parents have to work.

Being a baby, a boy and finally and adult I have felt always the same, my humor is bad as son as I open my eyes in the mornings.
I need at least half an hour to get my humor in a good way, to talk or to reply some questions or even to be concious about the reality of a new day, good , bad or or the simple daily routine of the moment is living.

Yes, I can imagine what could be the feelings of a person that his life have changed suddenly from a day to another. The dead of a husband or a wife, a son or daughter, a sudden sickness or accident that changes our way of living for ever.
Just the first subject we use to think as my eyes are open is all the reality of the moment, the lack of my mother, a bad situation in the office, the last argue with my wife or a friend, and so on.

However I know persons close to me that use to wake up brightness, happy, in good mood to talk since the first moment they awake. Giving thanks of being alive and facing reality with strength and courage undar any circunstance.
I admire these persons, my wife Cuca is one of them, and always I wanted to be like them, to have this will from the first moment of the day.
Gift of life and optimism of living just the moment without thinking anything about, feeling that being alive it is the best gift a human could have.

Now that I am depressed it is even worst, mornings are the hard hour of the day. I want to remain in bed, one two three hours, or more. It is the feeling of not wishing to live a new day.
I would like to be like people, like Cuca, that every morning think "Thanks to God" I am alive and I want to conquer the world, things are as they are and no one can change them once occurred.


We can do a better world with our mind, despite our weakness or missing our loved ones, knowing that life is a daily struggle and that it depends only of us, only from oneself doing happy every day of our life.
Just live in the moment without thinking about future and nothing more.

A big smile in the mornings, giving thanks to be alive and being in good humor to
say "good morning" my dear how are you?. Have you sleep well?....
That could be enough but use to be so difficult for some persons like me.





gatufo

martes, 19 de marzo de 2013

FALLING IN LOVE



"So difficult to feel in a language but also wanted to feel in another
to sharing these thougts to persons that feel the same but the sounds and words
are so different.

Sorry dear I am really very new sharing my feeling in English
Thank you, your patience it is mine".
Emiliano
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Lost

Perdido ando hoy sin tu alegría.
Que me anima a seguir este camino.
Emprendido a tu lado ya en la lejanía.
No recuerdo otro despertar sin tu regazo.

Lost I am without your smile
That gives me strength fo follow this path
We started together so far away
I don´t remember another awakening without your lap


 
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Advance Pain
 
Un dolor anticipado nos hace ignorar la fragilidad de nuestro entorno.
Incierta pesadumbre de esa pena ilusos ignoramos si vivos enfrentaremos el mañana.
Dolor futuro tangible eres ya sin ser real, ciegos a la realidad de hoy.
Sufrimos ya ese momento que solo con la mente anticipamos.

Ansiedad, aléjate de mi, no eres certeza estate callada.
Solo eres producto de una mente que sufre ya anticipada.

Just a sudden paint gives sorrows enought to forget what we are.
Uncertain sadness confuse our mind to think we are still alive.
Not knowing if tomorrow will be the same.

Future pains are now so real that blinds our reality of today.
Suffering that moment only anticípated in our mind.
Anxiety be off from me, you are not true, remain in silence.

You are a figure anticipated that gives pain and suffering.
Yes, my mind is so uncertain of what are going to happen.
But only it is sure what today I am living so be quite in peace.

Tomorrow will be another day and every thing could be bright.

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Falling in Love

Sin querer, sin sentirlo casi sin darme cuenta estaba enamorado.
Delgada, bonita, criatura loca viviamos ya en los sesenta.
Ilusos años de una generación que lo confundió todo.
Amor, milagro cotidiano fue que con su ardiente brillo me sustenta.
Tras treinta o mas años sin darme cuenta casi sin sentirlos, hoy sigo enamorado.


Falling in Love

Without wanted, without feeling it nearly without being concious
I fell in love.

Thin, nice, beautiful crazy girl, we were living the sixties.

Deluded years from one generation that confused everything.
Love, miracle daily bright that enlight my entire life.

After fourty years or more of living, without feeling them being together.

Today I still fell in love with you once and again till I´ll die.

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DEPRESIÓN
No soy el mismo que ayer me sentí.
Cambiado estoy sin saber por que.
Sera el hoy lo que me deja vacío.
Ideas vienen y van sin dejar huella.
Pensamientos incesantes taladran la cabeza.
No hay sosiego ni descanso solo ya.
Vuelve en ti me digo, y así un día mas.
Persigo quimeras que se esfuman.
No hay sentido ni esperanza, solo espera.
Un día, y otro mas aguantando ¿que?.
La muerte sin duda, descanso aparente y facil.
Dormir, no pensar, no sufrir, no esperar.
Dormir al fin, ¿descansar quizás?.


Depression

I am not the same I felt yesterday.
Changed without knowing why?
It is today what let me empty?

Ideas come and go without any sense
Thoughts incessant that drill the head
Not hopes only awaiting everything go by

Be you I say, but so another day
Going after chimeras that vanish
There is not any sense or hopes just wait

One and another day, waiting for what
Dead without doubts, easy relax for ever
Sleep, not to think, not to suffer, not await

Sleep for ever, at the end rest perhaps?
Who knows? life it is a not sense being so
when there is not will to continue

Only rest is the time, today only rest is my will.

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En la cama juntos en la noche
Pienso cuando a mi lado duermes....
Tu cara pecosa, tu sonrisa que ansío.
El amor en tus ojos, la luz de esa mirada.
El tono en tu voz, si estás triste o alegre.
Cosas que adivino al verte cuando dormida.
A mi lado sigues y el nuevo día amanece.



In bed together ..at night

I thought when beside me you sleep....
Your freckled face, your smile so craved.
The love in your eyes, your lighting look .

The tune of your voice, if you are blue or happy.
Some things I imagin looking you sleepy.
Close my side you follow and a new day dawns.
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The Waiting
Alejados de nuestro mundo de ayer
tranquilos vemos pasar los días
juntando tiempo suficiente para pasar
los años.
Apagada la tarde se acorta el plazo
futuro incierto que esperamos sin prisa
pues aunque prisioneros somos
sin angustia estamos
Felices de seguir recorriendo
el camino sin retorno que finaliza
antes o depues, quien lo sabe
la larga o feliz espera siempre cierta.


Far away from our real world
Quite we see the past of days
Gathering enough time to past
the years.

Sunset shorten our time
uncertain future we await
despite prisioners here we are
without anxiety time past

Happy following the path
sooner or later the end would be
to our life together waiting
the happy life being in peace.

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Gatufo poems.






 

 

viernes, 15 de marzo de 2013

MADRID´S RIO PARK AND THE GRAN VIA OF THE CITY



MADRID´S RIO PARK (some photos and little videos taken by me, gatufo)


It is Madrid, the capital of Spain, the city were I was born that along the years have changed so much that now it is absolutely different.

It is one of the cities that receive  yearly  more tourists, may be because it is a nice city where every one is taken like a new madrileño.

Or may be because the city has lot of painting museums or because its streets re always full of people that walk from one side to other.

The underground of Madrid is one of the best in all the world, it is new, confortable and very fast. But also the public buses are incredible good.




Madrid Rio is one of the latest big transformation of the City. Below the park there is a long road under the ground that encircle all the city with more than 20 kilometers or 30 kilometers that gives the place where the road was another quite different beautiful sites.

The river of Madrid it is very small, it is absolutely like a narrow thin river, its name is Manzanares and Goya painted it sides in several of his famous pictures.

Several years ago the people who was born in Madrid were called Cats?
Why?
Because there is a story about how the soldiers who take the city from the arabs climbed up the walls that encircle the city about the year 1085, since them madrileños are called Cats...gatos.  

 
 
  
GRAN VIA DE MADRID, PEQUEÑAS VISTAS 
 Each building of this Street is different, you may see one by one and all its structure is a lesson of different styles of architecture.
I love to walk up and down the Gran Via of Madrid, the same as thousand of people that always are doing the same.
This is a magic city that seems every body in on the streets, but it could be because there are thousands of tourist and Spaniards that come to see the city.
 
 
This Callao Square it is one of the most popular site to date with friends if you like to go to the theatre or just going for a walk.
Always the square is full of Young, old, girls, women, people of all countries of the world. 
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Well,  this is home in Madrid, where we spend several hours by day looking to the
computer, some of my paintings are on the walls.
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More sights of Gran Via and sorroundings.


Of course, I am a bad cameraman, so my will is doing better potos or videos of this my city one of the most visited in Europe.
Despite what I said above, being born here in Madrid, I love / hate the city.
Yes, that´s true, I would prefer to live near the sea or the mountains, forest, country lands but I was born here and I have been living here all my life.
Greetings from the City. 
el gatufo

viernes, 8 de marzo de 2013

DO CATS UNDERSTAND OUR LANGUAGE?









DO CATS AND DOGS UNDERSTAND OUR SPEECH?


I think they do, as my cat Gatufo usually did what I say him to do.

In this vide I try that the nice cat do what I have teached him, for months to do, he knows that doing that we laugh and clap to him.

So, since a year or more he try to give us pleasure doing some things he can once I say him something.

We could be talking about different things, but in the moment we talk about Gatufo, he replies, or get up from the chair and says different miaus.....of joy or pleasure, some times if I shout him because he is doing something I have said him NOT, he immediately goes and hides him from me, till the point it is impossible to get him out.

One of the friends in the blog ask me about this matter, and I told 
her a story about a dog some English friends found on the street and take him to home.





The dog seems silly as he did not do anything they commands him to 
do. 
For months the dog did not anything peculiar and it was as impossible to educated the poor dog.

Suddenly one day they command the dog in Spanish, and the dog seems 
to understand.
Of course, he was a Spanish dog, founded in Alicante being his first 
owners Spanish, so the dog was taught in Spanish language not in Engllish.

Since that moment the dog was smart, and obbey their commands given 

in Spanish, not in English.

So yes, dog and cats do understand our language, may be few words but 
enough to be happy and doing the best the can for their owner.

Dear Gatufo is one of the best friend a person may have at home.



el gatufo  (emiliano)











miércoles, 6 de marzo de 2013

MADRID TODAY AND BEFORE




MADRID TODAY





(Little videos of Madrid las year taken by me, not good videos of course but I want to do some more and better)



Today Madrid is a big city, nothing similar to the city I knew when I was a Young boy and walk round its streets and squares, in fact I can´t recognise this city of todeay less friendly than fourty or thirty years ago.

Every persons who came here to live, after some years it was a madrilean more, it doesn´t matter which part of the world she ot he was born, but even more after ten years or a Little more these people love the city as it was of them, their city by all means.

My parents came from Burgos when they were married already, I was the only one that was born in the city, the Little city then, but it was so nice, friedly, funny as always it was. They, my parents, seems madrileans after ten years living here.

The castellano language here sounds different, as in every land of Spain, but we talk so different that the language its called "castizo" because we use a lot of words and expressions that they are not used other parts of Spain.


We have our own music, "chotis", that is sing and dance in the feasts, but also our own Opera that here we call it "Zarzuela", it is similar to an Opera but its also spoken at the same time that the music sounds and the singers sing. I do love Zarzuelas, and despite there are these kind of music from all lands of Spain, Madrid has their own Zarzuelas where the way of speaking of "castizos" are the accent that is necessary to use.


The girls are called "chulapas" and the boys "chulapos" and all they have a peculiar way of being dressed, nice coloured garments and also the girls wear "mantones de manila" what is absolutely necessary for them if they wanted to be good dressed.


There are some Zarzuelas very funny and quiete a good music, several in fact, but some of the best known are "La Verbena de la Paloma", "La Revoltosa", "La Gran Via", "El Barberillo de Lavapiés". "Luisa Fernanda"...it was singed by the good Tenor Alfredo Kraus  Placido Domingo but also Javier Pons or Jose Carreras and some of the best sopranos or mezosopranos like Teresa Berganza, Nancy Herrera, Maria Rodríguez, and so forth.......

Once that O went to the theatre to attend to Luisa Fernanda, singed by Plácido Domingo it was sitting close near to me Alfredo Kraus, one of the best tenors to me, he was retired already and few months later he was dead, I was very sorry for him and his family.

Usually Madrid´s music is pleasant, bustling and cheerful just how madrileños are. Friendly nice people who take life easy, without too much troubles.


The city now it is quite different, all has changed to be a big European city, for good or for bad I really don´t know.
Life is different, hard, too much noise, millions of people from every where of the world, some of the áreas that was absolutely typical have changed drasticaly, for worst.
But time changes everything and this my city wasn´t an exception, no so much "castizos" "chulapas" or "chulapones" instead people from China, Equador, Maroc, Peru, Colombia, Nigeria, Argentina, Rumania, Russia, Ukrania, and thirty or more countries have taken their place.

At the end all these people will be madrileños too, that´s for sure, but it will take several years to be truth.

Now Madrid has the best Art Museums nearly from the World, as Thyssen, Prado, Reina Sofia, Picasso, Sorrolla, Caixa Fórum, Royal Palace, Descalzas, and so forth....
But also another kind of events that makes the city one of the first in Cultural event in Europe and other parts of the World...

I love and hate Madrid.

Why? that´s a mystery to me.




el gatufo

(by the way people that were born in Madrid are called "CATS"
some time ago....now I think it is different...why they are called Cats along history......that is another story to tell in future)








martes, 5 de marzo de 2013

SED









Gatufo is walking round his house, but mine and Cuca either, he goes after me walking round as he is listening to my voice.

Usually he does so, but not ever as it is natural for a cat that always do which ever thing he or she likes to do......I do´t use IT.....as to me are like persons.

There is something Gatufo likes to do, just playing with me or with a ball of paper.


All new things are toys for Him.

Just a smile dear Blogers, the situation is so bad, that it is enough we like to smile from time to time, and Gatufo makes me smile several occasions along the day.

Bravo dear cat, you are a very good friend.
Cuca´s life and mine has changes having you at home.
Good luck friends.





el gatufo







domingo, 3 de marzo de 2013

GATUFO IS PLAYING HAPPY




MY HAPPY CAT UNDER THE SUN



Yes, dear friends, this is Gatufo the one who gives me all the ideas to write here.

He changes my life either Cuca´s life to better.

Seeing him so happy, innocent, playing under the sun gives a lot of ideas to think about our, my, life hire in Madrid. Spain.

My wife Cuca suffers Multiple Sclerosis since more than 14 years, but despite this bad illness, there is not cure, she is happy too.
Some times Gatufo reminds me Cuca, playing, living their life as it was the last day in their life.
Thinking about it, YES, reality  is that.

This new day could be the last of me, your, life so go ahead and be as much happy as you could.

Last year was a very bad year for me, for my soul, having a deep depression I didn´t want to live.
Unhapiness was my rule by moths, despite that Cuca and Gatufo were at my side giving me all their love.

Thanks a lot to them, to the friends that support me, and to GOD.

My GOD, your GOD, that is the same after all.


"Don´t Worry, be happy like Gatufo and my dear wife Cuca"


All my best for you all dear followes of this Little blog that is mine but also yours.

emiliano "gatufo" from Madrid. Spain