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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.

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







domingo, 24 de febrero de 2013

CONCHITA´S POEMS (2)







REAL FEELINGS OF OUR DEAR CONCHITA THAT IS NOT
MORE AMONG US SINCE A LONG TIME

(She writes in Spanish about nearly everything who was in her
life and her mind)


AUSENCIA

Yo feliz caminaba en la carrera de la vida que sin sentir nos lleva a la meta.
Tan solo el recordarlo me produce entre dolores de cabeza sensaciones intensas de tristeza.

Yo quería a mi padre, le ......¡ no encuentro palabras en el caudal inmenso del idioma, de la palabras llanas que desbordan nuestra lengua castellana.

No era padre tan solo, era amigo y hermano -todo era- y en casa también era todo -cualquiera que lo conociera lo diría- con una existencia plena y verdadera.

Y de pronto la dicha se esfumaba..., la muerte para si le arrebato de nuestro lado.
Yo no quiero que muera -suspiraba de miedo con terror- mientras el, en silencio sin quejas de este mundo se alejó.

Al verle frio y yerto de sufrimiento casi no sentía, no respiraba, ensimismada no pensaba, y mirando a mi padre muerto pasaba yo aquel día las horas mas amargas de mi vida.

Y ya no puedo llorar, llorar no puedo, mas me suben de pena y de dolor a la garganta congojas de amargura y desconsuelo por AQUEL MI PADRE, AMIGO, HERMANO, que me falta.

No hallo fiel consuelo a mi desgracia, para siempre estará en sueño eterno ya sumido.
Y en este mundo cruel, injusto, yo tan solo espero vivir, salir, de este penoso infierno que me angustia día tras día.

(Conchita, marzo de 1960)

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MADRE

Albricias recibirás en mi soneto.
Mandándote con el mucha alegría.
Inmensa dicha y el gozo completo.
Que te mereces siempre madre mía.
Únicamente quiero que mi verso.
Exprese el homenaje en este día.
Realmente en grandeza por lo inmenso.
Íntimamente te hago madre mía.
Doy gracias diariamente al Ser Supremo.
Al haberme cedido aún sin valía.
Merito alguno o sacrificio pleno.
A la que es el origen de mi vida.
Mil dichas es lo que hoy para ti deseo.
Asiéndome yo también a ellas madre mía.

(día de la madre)

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PARA TI AMOR

Estaba el oleaje contemplando
sentada en mi roca pensativa
y me pareció oír iba mandando
en su dulce trajín una misiva.

Tu voz creí oír iba sonando
a través de la enorme comitiva
de olas ir y venir rompiendo
y decías quererme, que tu vida sin
mi.......no era atractiva.

Alcancé a tomar agua en mis manos
muy deprisa, cual si fuera tu amor
en poder ya mío, ligero sutil, evanescente
desvanecido entre el murmullo suave de la brisa.

Viendo las rocas yo sonrío
como queriéndote decir con mi sonrisa
que yo también te entrego el mío
sutil, evanescente, pero firme como
esas rocas golpeadas una y otra
vez por olas de la vida.

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SANTANDER

De nuevo......
Ya ha pasado otro año, aquí vengo a saludarte
mis vacaciones sin ti ya no son nada.

Recorreré tus calles, tus plazas, avenidas
y todo lo demás.
Tus cines, tus teatros, tus ferias, tus jardines
y tu MAR.

Tus playas rebosantes de casetas, de toldos
de gentes por doquier que viene y va.
Pronto formaré en mi mente tu recuerdo
cierto, seguro, completo, como siempre.

Es sentimiento que mi estancia por tus calles,
tus playas, tus gentes, tu mar, Santander,
ciudad de mi feliz niñez y adolescencia
igual que siempre.... muy breve se me hará.

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My dear Conchita, Cuca´s sister and friend
we all miss you too much, day after day
your memory is always with us.

gatufo


miércoles, 20 de febrero de 2013

DISTANCIA





SENTIMIENTOS


Cuando voy o vengo acompañado de mi ser estoy
nunca solo me encuentro.
No, yo no me fui presentado ni tampoco me elegí
de repente encontré el ser que soy.
En el que sin querer me he convertido tras largos
años conviviendo conmigo.

¿Quien soy yo?. ¿Quién es ese que siento?, quisiera
saberlo pues con gusto o sin el  siempre viviendo
con mi ser estoy.
Donde quiera que vaya sin elegirme como amigo
allá estará el. ¿Quién es? ¿A quien siento? ¿Alguna
vez lo sabré?.

Soy yo mismo y no me conozco, ni tan siquiera se
si me plazco. ¿Disfruto de mi compañía o no me
aguanto?.
El ser que soy en constante cambio, confuso a veces
me desconcierta tanto que....cuando el equilibrio con
migo hallo, si , entonces al fin descanso.

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DECLARACION

El agua en el desierto, la tabla para el naufrago, el Sol en la playa, la brisa del mar,
el azul en el cielo, para mi eres eso y mucho más.

El te quiero en los labios, el color en el campo, la sombra de un árbol, el susurro
del viento, en mi vida serás eso y mucho más.

El papel para un libro, las cuerdas para una guitarra, el sonido en la voz, el aire
que respiro, el agua para mi vida.

Te necesito tanto y mucho más.

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TEMOR

Dime que no estoy solo pues tengo miedo.
Dime que nunca lo estaré pues de mi no te irás.
Dime que dormirás a mi lado y descansaré.
Dime que tu me amas y seré feliz.

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DESPEDIDAS

Ternura hecha persona, amistad es tu carisma, siempre
fiel al sentimiento.
Amor desbordante, comprensión y cariño, afecto al
encontrarte ayer.
Sentimiento de bondad en tu mirada, fiel amiga, se
siempre como hoy.
Día de una nueva despedida.

(para Camila)

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SEPARACION

Tristeza por años vividos en mentiras, sin perdón para
tan antiguas ofensas.
Pena por horas gastadas inútilmente con banal palabrería
sobre asuntos olvidados.
Cierto que la cruel memoria trae a los labios de quien
ni vivir sabe en el presente.
Olvidar trataré en el futuro incierto y repetir no espero
la amistad baldía.
En estos días grises de culpa y desengaño, a nada
condujo nuestra relación perdida.

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SUFRIMIENTO

Me pides no sufrir con tu dolor de hoy, pues incremento tu
angustia cuando en mi la ves.

Alegría tendré aunque yo no la sienta pues se bien mi amor
que aligerar yo puedo.

La pena profunda que embarga tu ser, o el dolor constante
que siento en tu mirada.

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gatufo´s poems...






martes, 19 de febrero de 2013

JUST THE SAME





(this was written a year ago, more or less, but in Spanish)


JUST THE SAME AS EVERY DAY

Yes, we are more or less the same as every other day, only something it is a bit different Isabel, the friend who is coming once a week to help me with the chores of the house is now in her country that is Peru.

She came to Spain, without papers, as millions before her just to work and to have some money to send to her family as much as she could save..
To come here she left her home, her city Lima, her family, her mother, friends and  everything.
Sincé seven or eight years she has been working here in Spain and sending euros to her country, a month after another, saving for her nearly nothing.
So, another young woman has came to help me. From where?. Bolivia.
This Bolivian person has more or less the same story than my friend Isabel.

Chari, is her name came to Spain the same form, without any papers just to work and earn more money than in her country.

What is happening in South America now?.
I do not really know. These persons works fast and well, why it is necessary for them to come here so far from their countries?. Well may be despite here we are going now through bad times, this our European´s world after all has nothing to do with their world in South America.

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Talking about our world, our Spanish world what can I say now?.
It is easy, more soon that later we will be again fighting against adversity, that is for sure.
Nothing good is coming for the year 2013-14 or even the 2015.
The wealthy countries of Europe are going to be poor once more.
The south is being left to their own luck, as a ship that is going deep to the sea, and north European ´s politics are looking to another side, not listening the shouts of help, help, of millions from the south.

Why? Who knows.
The building buble, the banks, the politicians, we, the people spending too much money than money that we could afford?. It could be just a Little of all, we thought the time of being not so rich were over but reality is coming faster every day.
Here, in my country politicians said continously that it is necessary to follow in the "State of good being"...."El estado del bien estar"  but what is that?.
What is good being?. To have money to spend, to much money than we have? the subject than we have only rights but not any obligations? The rule of the less effort? Just that everything were for free?.


It seems  to me that all these last years we have been living up our real situation. Listening so many lies we thought we were rich and spent too much euros that the amount we have.
But now we have to pay them.
Ir is impossible such amount, and we could pay only the interest of the loans,
what to do, just
to ask for more loans to pay the interest....and so on, year after year.....till when?.
Who knows, the debts are increasing and the saving decrease too much faster.

This past year of 2012 has been so bad, but I think the year we are living now it could be even worst till the point no body knows.

I could not understand how so many young people have to be off from here, it is happening now in Spain the same situation than in South America some years before?.

More than 45 per cent of young people have not work, that is impossible of support for a country where are so many retired persons.

They need to go out from here, year after year, the same that I would do if I could be in the same situation.
But mine now it is completely different, not grandsons, or granddaughters, so the future of my
family stop with my daughters..., and fortunately till the momment they could work.


Well, it is too much for today, I am going to bed and I prefer not to think in future.

Tomorrow will be another day to live, and that is enough for the momento.....just to be alive.


Greetings,




gatufo    http://gatufo.blogspot.com.es/