RUN AWAY OF OURSELVES

RUN AWAY FROM OUR OWN LIFE AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.



It seems to me that on "holy week" (easter) we run away of ourselves, and the best form of doing that is going to other place far away from home.

Is it possible that we are so unhappy with our daily life as to do that year after year?.
If it is not so why this escape into highways or to catch the first plane to  takes us nobody knows where?.
To me it seems that the objective is to get out of our daily lives that seems us so bored.

It is not my case, it is just what I see around me and  just I can´t understand such general flight, as fast as posible if we have a bit of money to do that.

It doesn´t matter that the roads are full of cars, hours inside a metalic box with the children shouting and moving fed up with the trip.
It doesn´t matter the place, if there is not any we can invent one that seems attractive to go far from home or from our own life.
It doesn´t matter to have money enough to do such a trip, if there is not money we ask for a credit to escape or at least it was what millions did some years before this crisis.

Each one travel in relation with their position, may be a trip to the little village of our parents. or to the beach despite too much rain,or to much cold it could be there, we don´t care about the weather.
Even more, it doesn´t matter to be hours in a plain to go as far as possible to see a place that means nothing in our life, or to be on a beach far away of our place of living.
From mountains to the beach, from beaches to the mountains, from little cities to big cities, and of course from the big cities to the little one, it is just the same.
All consist in escape from the daily routine that seems to crush our way of living day after day.


Let me say there are more than tweenty years I don´t go any place on easter time, to me is a time to rest and enjoy my not crowded city, Remaining here it is like Paradise, not cars, not so much people to go shopping, to see a museum and so on.
Home it is the best place to be, at least for me, so I have been happy for years having some days to be indoors. Reading, listening to music, going for a walk to the park, walking along the streets more empty, just a pleasure.

For christians it could be also a good time of meditation, alone, or going some church not so crowded, but all depends of every one. I don't need to go to a particular place to meditate, home is good, or a bench in the park ir enough or just a walk.

The mistery to me is always the same, why so many people need to go out from their lives?. Mobbing the roads for hours to go and again once the days pass away mobbing roads to return into the daily routine?. Every year the same, is it we don´t think or we don´t like to stop the wheel of our life?.

Yes, something to think about, if we have time to stop and to think a subject I doubt, sorry but seeing what I see I doubt there is enough time to think if we are going and coming as son as we have some days free.


This year the crisis has been a retreat to hundred thousands who could be have more time to rethink about their lives, what evidently it could be a drama if they have enough time to feel their sorrows, the lack of work, what we are going to do in future?, where is the house close to the beach that we had last year to go on "holly weeks"?. What has happened with our world of yesterday?......
Such a lot of questions to thousands that this year are not on the road.

When I was a child this time of "holy week"  (easter) there were days to meditate, to pray, to think about Christ Jesús, about  Christ's sufferings on the cross that gave His life for us.
Of course, not every body did that, the same now that there are also some people who do just this kind of Christian meditation or prays, but are the less one.
Even the processions are a tourist party, a way of getting lot of money from foreigners or visitors, but not a time to pray or just a time to stop and think about our own life.


I am not a good believer, I could say I am a bad believer more an agnostic than other thing, but I like to meditate about life, God, other different life than this, and so on.
May be that´s the reason I am so astonished about what "holy week" is it for lot of Christians, just a reason to be off from their own life or beliefs if they believe in something.

I wish you a peaceful time of rest and meditation.

el gatufo

GATUFO A NICE SMART CAT English/Spanish

(my dear Gatufo face)...emiliano´s photo and video

A mucha gente le he escuchado decir que los gastos son diferentes, que son egoístas, que no acuden cuando se les llama, que van a los suyo, son independientes, incapaces de mostrar amor o respeto o simplemente que son seres extraños con los que no se desea tener ninguna clase de relación.

Lot of people said they don´t like cats, that cats are different from dogs, that cats are shelfish also that you call them and they don´t come.
They say cats are independent animals and these persons don´t want to have anything with cats.
I don´t really understand these feelings.

A mi siempre me gustaron.
No podría decir el motivo pero siempre pensé que sentía una profunda admiración por estos animales, bellos, ágiles, tranquilos o rápidos como el rayo siempre que lo desean.
Me fascinaban y siempre he deseado tener uno o dos en casa.
Durante tiempo no pudo ser, había niñas y no parecía ser compatible la idea
de gastos con niñas pequeñas.

I always like cats. I can´t explain this feeling but always I feel a deep admiration
for these animals, I was fascinated by them.
Cats are gorgeous, agile,  quiet but quick as lightning when they want.
I always wanted to have a cat at home, but it was not possible as my dear Cuca  

did not like them, she likes children instead. . . . but now at last we have my nice GATUFO

Hoy por al fin tengo un GATO, se llama Gatufo y es el ser mas tierno, amable,
cariñoso, tranquilo, comprensivo que nadie puede imaginar.
Es un amigo.
Y alguna persona que no tenía demasiado buen concepto de estos fascinantes
seres ha cambiado absolutamente de opinión.

Today at last I have a CAT, his name is GATUFO, and he is the most tender, kind,quiet and affectionate that no one can imagine.
He is a friend.
It was funny as Cuca that hasn´t a good opinion of Cats now has changed her mind
absolutely.

A veces me cambiaria por Gatufo.
No tiene ideas sobre la economía, la enfermedad, disimula sus males, no los
cuenta, ni tan siquiera te apercibes cuando puede estar mal, y siempre
está dispuesto a jugar, a pasarlo lo mejor posible.
No piensa en que será de mi mañana, tendré comida, donde dormir, viviré,
seguiré teniendo un lugar donde estar, etc.
Yo diría que es feliz, y si, pienso que no sería tan mala idea que
intercambiáramos los roles de vez en cuando.

Frequently I would change by Gatufo, my cat.
He has not any idea about echonomy, sickness, or even he try to hide his illness not to find out.
Always he is in good disposition to play and spend his time as much better as possible.
He is happy, don´t think about tomorrow, if he will have food, a place to go, where to sleep,
and so forth.
Yes, I think he is much more happy than me.
It would be a nice idea to change our roles from time to time.
Gatufo being emiliano ....and emiliano being Gatufo.....nice idea.

Yo ahora mismo estaria durmiendo sobre las piernas de Gatufo, y el
estaría escribiendo en el Blog....fascinante

Just now emiliano would be sleeping on the lap of Gatufo (being emiliano) and he Gatufo
should be writing here in this BLOG.....fascinating.

Saludos.

Greetings.....from emiliano "alias Gatufo "

Diciembre 13 martes 2011  ..............march 23rd 2013   

Gatufo...

EVERY MOMENT I KNOW LESS.

(The same person, more or less same ideas but a lot of years of diference    26 years old living in other world, .....and more than sixty...today)

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(this note was written on december 14 of 2011, it was one of the first notes I wrote here in the

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

now I could know a little more, but very few after all. A big thanks to all persons who have read something of my writing, it is a pleasure to be read know already that there is a lot of countries round the world where I have some friend who has given some of her/his time Reading this

collection of ideas and thoughts.) 

December 14th of 2011

It is hard for me but sometimes I think I could be informed, but now I have the idea that every moment I know less than before.

In fact I think I know nothing about all this informatic world but I would like to know just a little, enough to write here what is called a Blog.

It would be good to share it with friends and people all over the world some of my ideas or what is happening right now close to my country or Europe but I don´t know how.

Also It would be good if people could write here also, telling me what ever things they like, but again how?...thats the subject.

Just a problem for me at the moment, I can´t inform friends how to stick their opinios or points of view. I hope that litle by lithe it will be possible for me in future.

Why I could know that I am not writing in the desert and no body read my writing?
Ja, ja, for my own knowledge I want to learn the form but who is going to teach me?.
Nice question that I ask myself frequently.

Usually I have done some informatic works that afterward I did not remember how I have done it, just because we don´t write anything.
When I want to do the same thing, it is quite difficult to do them again, and the time pass away so fast that it seems all is new once again.

Years ago everything was easier, once you learn something it was for years.
Now you may be happy if you learn something and it is for a month.
So fast, that it is nearly impossible to be up the moment.
You are happy for a short period of time because after open and close your eyes you know nothing once again, and have to start from nothing.

Nevertheles I am goin to write some ideas, thoughts and evens here for  a long period of time, if I have some readers it will be good for me and sure it will give me more force to write equently.

Thanks in advance to every one who wants to read or to write here with me.
Sharing thought and other subjects I do think it is a good idea just at the moment we are living.

My best to all of you.

emiliano "gatufo"

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Thanks again dear friends of this humble blog.   Emiliano "gatufo"

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)

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

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.

 

 

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