WHO USE TO BE THE BOSS?

Who use to be the boss at home?

Fine question to think about, but it depends here of the person you ask for
in Gatufo´s Tribe and home

To me that the boss is the Cat, like every one house where there is a children, now the cat is the children but even cats always think that they habit their own land.
So, cats don´t speak but they think and if Gatufo could speak, what is really difficult till now, sure it would said "IT´S ME" but don´t say anything as Emiliano thinks it could be he.

If you ask for Cuca´s when she was here with her husband sure she may say you that of course, it´s Emiliano the boss, as always he has been.

She could say that the cat is always emiliano´s side, doing the same he does, going on or coming back which ever place of the room house Emiliano could go or just be.
It´s funny that she could think so, sure she does as always she had in mind that her couple did which ever thing he liked to do.
Less being not a loving husband, by the contrary she is sure her husband is one of the best she could found in her life, a loving good boy before and even a more loving man after ten or twenty years together.

Women always know if they are loved or not, that´s for sure, and this
woman knows quite well there is not ever any other woman or girl in emiliano´s life. Only her, and that is enough to her letting do him which ever thing he like to do. Reading at home, or listening music, or having the last gadget that is in the market, and so forth.

Love me, be always beside me, and do which ever thing you like to do but always knowing me where are you?, with whom you are going? and coming home always soon enough to love me and give me your loving company.

So Cuca´s thouht it is that the boss is emiliano, he always have been and now he is despite the cat, she, or woman who works like house keeper.

If you ask other who visit us for, sure they said it is me but it is not the true.

Ask emiliano for about the same question.

Sure, he takes a long time to think and also to answer, even one day or more. 
Why?.

Because he is not sure. He would like to be him, or even he thinks is he who is the boss sometimes but after thinking a lot about the question sure emiliano change his mind.

He knows life without Cuca means nothing to him. So, despite he is an independent person, very independent person that like to do his own will always if he thinks that is right, before knowing Cuca he did so always, even when he was with his parents do out their house always his will with friends, few friends for that reason, at the school, at the university, at work, at holidays, he used to go holidays alone the same as to the cinema, to the theatre or wich ever place he liked to go when he was a single person.

He liked to choose the movie, the play, or the place where to go, so being a real chap he knew this could only done if you are alone. He liked to be alone and also to think he need of not anybody to be happy.

This was before, once he knew Cuca and fall in love everything changed to him. 
Apparently he could seems he is the boss, everybody who is near the Gatufo bunch could think so, but he knows he is not the boss. At the end he always like to be in peace with himself seeing his loved Cuca happy. 
To do this real, inside himself always take his reasons off, always he have done this for years. But, he don´t let anybody to know about it.

He likes to seems he is the chief, that do what ever thing he likes, and so forth. Even his daughters think, that way, a selfish father about everything. Or may be they thought so for years, now he doesn´t know may be some of them could think different now, who knows?

So, after a while of one day, or less, he could said that the boss is Cuca, of course. she always have been, and now it is the same despite she could do nothing at home, said nothing, or never complain, but emiliano know everything about her mind, which ever thing she feels, she desires, or she wants.

These have been clear for emiliano since a long long time ago. Only one person in his life who has his heart for ever, so despite so many independent chap, always being quite well alone, not needed of any other person.....he needs his Cuca and he is in good disposition to do which ever thing he thinks could be good, or likes her.

Well, I know everything about Gatufo´s bunch, and for that reason I coult tell everyone of you, in English better, how feelings inside these living beings are. 

the gatufo´s blog

PASSANGERS

Esperaba mucho de esta película y me ha colmado, una de las mejores que he visto últimamente junto con la de Mel Gibson "Hasta el último 
Hombre".

Tan diferentes y tan buen cine, Passangers o Pasajeros en castellano es una cinta en teoria de ciencia ficción y para su argumento se basa absolutamente en ella.

Suponen viajes interestaleres donde los pasajeros son hibernados durante los años necesarios para llegar a su destino.
Un planeta nuevo que colonizar, una nueva vida alejados de la Tierra, una aventura rompedora con todo, y para ello pagan un dineral por su viaje en una nave ultramoderna que no le falta de nada.

Todo el planteamiento inicial es Ciencia Ficción pura, pero luego viene la trama donde lo que vemos que en la pantalla el guión apunta hacia otras direcciones.
Es el viaje de la vida pues la vida de cada uno de nosotros es un viaje, largo, corto, muy largo, feliz, infeliz, acompañados, solos, un viaje al fin y al cabo.

Y ese es el tema pues un pasajero hibernado se despierta antes de tiempo, 80 años antes de llegar a su destino y esta solo aunque rodeado de cuatro o cinco mil pasajeros hibernados que esperan despertar unos meses antes de llegar al planeta elegido para iniciar su nueva vida.

No os cuento más, un hombre solo que se enfrente a toda una vida en soledad dentro de una astronave ultramoderna que viaja en la inmensidad del espacio.

En mi opinión la película es una alegoria sobre el viaje que es la vida, la vida de cualquiera de nosotros, sobre la ética de nuestras elecciones, la soledad, y el amor.

Seguí la historia que dura mas de dos horas con el máximo interés, subyugado por la nave interestelar, su interior, lo que sugiere y sobre todo por sus dos protagonistas, casi únicos protagonistas arropados por un robot actor y una breve aparición de última hora de un actor muy conocido, en Matrix creo que era uno de los protagonistas.

La belleza de Jenifer Lorens es espectacular y su gran cuerpo y absoluta increible presencia no le impide bordar una actuación memorable.

No os la perdais a mi me ha encantado.

el gatufo

GRAN ESTUPIDEZ

¿A quien se igualan algunos que utilizan niños para sus fines políticos?

Simple y llanamente a los "nacional socialistas" de antaño esos que llamaron nazis posteriormente.
La estupidez de repetir una y otra vez la triste historia de la humanidad no tiene límites.
Otra vez utilizan niños en Vic para que porten una bandera a la que llaman "estelada" y mira por donde ha sido un absoluto fracaso.

Menos mal, la sensatez llega a muchas mentes de las gentes catalanas que empiezan a estar ya hartos de la eterna historia nacionalista o separatista que no duda en utilizar a los propios hijos de aquellos que dicen desear proteger de la amenaza "española" que según ellos les roba.

No hay freno, no hay escrupulos, la cabalgata de los Reyes Magos han deseado transformarla en una manistestación pro-separatista con farolillos portados por tiernos infantes.
En lugar de pillar caramelos y admirar a sus Majestades les ponen delante pretendiendo un show estúpido que reivindicara su posición sin respetar la autenticidad cristiana de una fiesta que entusiasma a los pequeños.

Y nada más señores, sigan Vds. con sus infames manejos que en otras circunstancias pudieran ser hasta peligrosos.


No obstante la sensatez se ha impuesto por lo cual felicito a los innumerables catalanes que no han sumado sus niños a semejante patochada.


Feliz Año Nuevo para todos.

el gatufo

FELICIDAD

Que bien suena, felicidad, y cuanto es usada estos primero días del año que comienza.
"Feliz Año Nuevo" escuchamos y decimos de continuo.

Un buen deseo y a la vez una expresión rutinaria que viene a ser algo parecido a "buenos dias" cuando hace un frio de muerte o está cayendo el diluvio universal.

Nada es mas dificil que "ser feliz" pues me pregunto ¿quien lo es?.
¿En que consiste ser feliz?.

Acaso consiste en amar o por el contrario es mas feliz quien no ama.
Indudable quien ama sufre y quien no ama se ahorra ese sufrimiento.

Unir las palabras feliz con efímero me resulta muy apropiado, además que el deseo de "feliz año nuevo" es lo mas efimero que existe.
Dura una semana a lo sumo cuando el "buenos dias" dura 365 días del año.
Llueva, diluvie, haga frio o calor, el buenos dias, o tardes, o noches no hay quien lo arranque de una mente bien educada.

El feliz año nuevo es tan breve como los buenos propósitos que justo esta semana suelen hacerse:

Adelgazar
Dejar de fumar
Aprender Ingles
Hacer deporte
Caminar
Ahorrar

Y en medio mes ya nadie recuerda los saludables y buenos propósitos que hicimos cuando comenzaba el año.

Uno tras otro siguen yendo y viniendo los años sin que nada hagamos para mejorar nuestras fugaces vidas sumidas casi siempre en la infelicidad mas absoluta, interrumpida eso si por retazos felices.

Deberiamos decir "haz algo para mejorar tu vida" en lugar de "feliz año nuevo" ya que "de por si el año no traerá nada que mejore nuestras vidas". 
Somos nosotros los que podremos aportar algun cambio que nos de momentos de felicidad, pues en si la felicidad como tal no existe, son momentos breves que como idiotas pensamos durarán siempre.

Analizo este año que ha pasado en mi vida y no veo ni por asomo momentos de felicidad.
Aceptación si, resignación tambien, incertidumbre a raudales, separación, sufrimiento, soledad.


Es seguro que al comienzo del 2016 escuché lo que ahora escucho y digo, feliz año nuevo, imbecil quien se crea que este año por si traerá algo feliz y duradero.
Momentos si, una boda, un nacimiento, un premio de loteria, un trabajo, un amor, pero ¿duradero?.

Esa es la cuestión, solo dependerá de nosotros alargar esos momentos para que nos traigan cierta felicidad, lo mas larga posible y en nuestra forma de actuar estará esa posibilidad.

No puedo decir hoy que sea feliz, tampoco desgraciado, en absoluto. Solo vivo y acepto lo que hay cansado ya de porfiar anhelando un pasado que ya no existe nada más que en mi mente.
Tampoco es que me importe demasiado, vivo, me dejo llevar, observo, y acaricio a mi gato que mansamente deja que mi mano le toque.
Justo con eso me conformo, el cambio estará en mi mano y en mi mente si es que deseo cambiar haciendo algo para ello.
Esa es mi custión y la tuya si es que me lees.

Saludos,   el gatufo

P.D. No suelo releer lo que escribo, si acaso lo hago con posterioridad
        a veces me sorprendo al ver alguna falta de ortografia radical.
        Escribí "cayendo"  ..........con ll.......y desde luego me averguenza
        haberlo hecho.
        Ya está corregido tamaño disparate.


Saludos

GATUFO (second)

New bugs large endowments, new humans, showed me lot of love and attention, they caught me, I did not understand sounds engaged, and I put a meal rich again and all the wáter I wanted.

I ended up on a large site, fluffy, very similar to the smell and touch to what was in the box. I had no qualms about pissing there, which human then checked and the one called emiliano was not amused. I scolded and I did not know why.

He took another box filled with sand and told me that this was the place to piss and other functions. Great, so I could hide all my tracks and leave no residues or odors to any other creature that could appeared there, difficult but posible. I always do that as my mother told me to do.

When emiliano called the another human Cuca, and she was equally affective and loving with me. 

Although cuca don´t  put me food or crouch to catch me, and caress me little time. You will note that she was not used to dealing with cats, but she will be changing soon, I thought them.

With cuca something different happens tan with Emilian, gives me the feeling that she is not good at all, she is slow very slow, spends a lot of time sitting and emiliano is the one who cares her, like he does with me,  brings us the food and assists her when pussy Cuca can not get up by herself. 
They both say things to me at the moment I can not understand, but a it is a matter of time and patience with them.

How it is posible they use such a lot of words to be understanded by each other. We cats don´t need to speak as we could feel everything
without words.

They are big bugs and some more bizarre than some others listed, but I was suddenly in the place they call home and felt myself as a happy cat with that big humans, immense creatures that show me love.

Yes, I memory and I remember well my first day with pussy Cuca and emiliano, it was a happy day, and the beginning of a friendship that takes time to be strong.

I will continue later, as I look around, listen to everything they say and I'm finding a lot of things that happens around me.
It is so easy to live with these two big half silly humans, they are slow, clumsy but they love me. It is enough for me "gatufo"....gatufo?. Yes they called me so immediately and I don´t know why, I am a Cat."

That´s all my friends, another day
I could tell you more things about what is the life of a cat here at home with the two humans.

Some how they are so odd. 
Humans are odd in general but I love these two who give me so much care. 


gatufo.

me ....  el gatufo

GATUFO (first)

I'm a cat, they call me Gatufo and I don´t know the reason.
We cats do not put names to anything because everything has its unique and unrepeatable essence.

I'm not an ordinary cat, I can tell you things and even I could remember some things about my first life and it's just what I am doing now and although it is not exactly me who does it, it is emiliano, for the case it is the same as I put in his mind what I want to say.
Yes I always do that and emiliano writes accordingly with my ideas.

What can I say about the begining of gatufo?. Here it is:

"I was born in Madrid, in the month of December 2010, more or less, at least that is what I have listened several times, but I have not clear wich place I was born, Madrid?....I don´t know what such a Word means but I think there is some place after all, therefore hardly I could remember anything of that time. Gatufo was very small and I had not spent two months with my mother when I was left in a very large space full of trees called "Casa de Campo", there were thousands of abandoned cats and dogs of all ages and sizes, many of them were sick and very sad because they did not understand why they were in such a  place and even they whay they never saw their loved humans.
Humans?. More or less I know what are they, but when I was such a large place I can´t understand these poor animals that were claiming all day with great pain.

So many of them died, yes that´s true, of hunger, or cold and sadness.

I almost died too, as I was very tiny and I was also very afraid of all that herd of hapless report. Then, after some time, I found out we were in the midst of "crisis" don´t know  not exactly what is it or even the consequences of that thing over the poor people of Casa de Campo left over there by humans.

One consequence that thing, "crisis" was that cats, dogs and other species were out of the homes of humans because they can not, or do not have humor, to keep them at home.

As I said I almost died of hunger and specially of cold, yes it was really very cold.

Shivering, even shrunk I found no way to get warm, so I climbed a tree and started to meow, as hard as I could but I realized right away I would miss the voice to keep doing it for long....miau...miauuuu
was my only Word.

It did not lost the forces after all as after a while it passed a human and looked startled by my meows upward and saw me perched on a branch of the tree.

Luckily it was not very high, my strength did not allow me to climb  more, so easily he grabbed, stroked me and I felt very hot after a while.

Then I found myself in other enclosed and warm place, in a smaller enclosure still call box.There was a soft, pleasant heat that gave me, and so I could rest and eat for much. 
Cats do not have time to measure, that does not exist for us. Never in a hurry for anything, try to sleep and eat whenever we want and if we are awake to enjoy, hunt and play. Always ready to have fun and live memory even taking the present moment intensely.

I do not know how but I had something very good to eat and water to drink, how good it was to be there. I felt happy, a warm, affection around me.

Unfortunately it was for a short time, it had been two days and I again felt caught, moved and moved to another new site that I found most enjoyable yet.

But it take a long trip inside something that moves a make noise.

I found a place that there was not so much noise, the two humans that had brought me there not long before leave the place and I was alone, with two new humans, no other cat or dogs nearby, but with the two humans with a very pleasant smell that tried to calmed me down.

Of course once I started to explore the new site that was going to be my home, I could know  I was not going to be moved or abandoned anymore. 

Yes at least I was home. 

el gatufo

2016 UN AÑO PARA OLVIDAR

La reflexión podría ser, ¿acaso hay un año bueno?, y es casi seguro que la respuesta sería no, a nivel global no hay casi ninguno bueno.

Podríamos recordar el año en que acabó la Segunda Guerra Mundial con la rendición de Alemania, pero luego siguieron la Guerra en Pacífico, la explosión Nuclear, la guerra en Corea, y así sucesivamente hasta este año que ha finalizado esta noche con unas cifras de pavor.

Al menos 3.800 personas ahogadas en el Mediterraneo huyendo de la Guerra, el hambre y la miseria.
Unos 70 millones de refugiados mal viven fuera de sus paises, siendo tres paises los que expulsan a la mitad de la población huida, Siria con cinco millones, Afganistan con casi tres millones y Somalia con mas de un millón.

Son paises de recursos limitados los que dan cobijo a esta ingente masa de personas huidas de la guerra, matanzas, bombardeos, calamidades, y toda clase de males que el ser humano infringe a sus semejantes.

Jesus dijo "amaros los unos a los otros" como yo os he amado y no parece que sigamos sus sabias palabras.

Podría seguir haciendo una recopilación de males, pero las explosiones de bombas, cohetes, y toda la parafernalia que recibe el año nuevo me lo impide.
No creo que 2017 solucione nada, es posible que incluso empeore la situación de todas estas personas que sufren sin que los paises "ricos" muevan un dedo para remediarlo.

Menos será ahora teniendo en cuenta al personaje elegido en la Yanquilandia, D.T., increible pero cierto.
Nadie podía preveer cuando 2016 comenzó que algo así pudiera suceder, y sucedió, ¿que nos deparará el nuevo inquilino de la Casa Blanca?.

Mejor no pensarlo.

Leí hace meses las declaraciones de algún famoso que vaticinaba que D.T. podría traer la tercera guerra mundial, ¿pero acaso no se han dado cuenta de que ya está aquí desde hace tiempo?.
Lo que ha sucedido en las ciudades del mundo occidental, las medidas que se toman para celebrar ¿yo no se el que?, no son signo de que estamos en una guerra y sinceramente creo no podemos celebrar nada de nada o quizás el simple hecho de seguir vivos en este mundo de sufrimientos y calamidades por lo que:
Sumerjamos la cabeza en la fiesta, tapemosnos los ojos y los oidos, veamos los miles de colonias y perfumes que anuncian en la tv., y viva el consumismo, el bailoteo, el no pensar en nuestro prójimo y que venga detrás que arree.

Lo que si podríamos celebrar es el Nacimiento de Jesus, pero muy pocos recordamos el hecho en vista de lo que ahora mísmo está pasando aquí mismo, en Madrid, donde el estruendo de petardos, cohetes y bombas ni tan siquiera me dejan escribir.
Señor, cuanta majaderia o dejarnos llevar por la absurda corriente que impide pensar en nada que no sea nosotros mismos, nuestra mas íntima familia o amigos, y al resto............que les den.

No entiendo ni comparto esta alegria hipócrita y falsa por el hecho de que comienza un nuevo año.
¿Y que si comienza?, ¿acaso va a cambiar algo?, que me lo expliquen.

Para esta solemne idiotez conmigo que no cuenten, lógicamente la tv. está apagada pues ya no soporto tantísima memez.



Saludos, y "Feliz Año 2017"(es lo que siempre se dice) para el que pueda no pensar en lo que sucede día tras día.
Hoy por ejemplo dos nuevas mujerese han sido asesinadas en Madrid por los bestias que tenian como pareja. ¿Cesará la espantosa sangria de mujeres maltratadas y asesinadas porque un nuevo año empieza?. No lo parece pues ya se estrena con dos nuevas víctimas.

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Mi apenado recuerdo para los que faltan, los vilmente asesinados por terroristas sin alma y mis condolendias para sus amigos y familiares.
Menudo año siniestro y terrible el que se va. 
2016 vete y no vuelvas, su espantosas noticias han amenizado las vidas de todos los que seguimos teniendo sentimientos y nos espanta lo que escuchamos en otros lugares.
Niza, París, Berlín, Estambul, Bruselas, Londres y alguna más que olvido han sido visitadas por este que escribe y su dolor es el mio también.

Solo termino recordando a los músicos y compositores que nos han dejado en este 2016






Recordemoslos escuchando su música.

el gatufo

SEVEN LIFE HAVE A CAT BUT......

.......Not a Person



It is difficult not to have a chronic medical condition once we are old enough 
and we have lived several years, the body is tired, the heart is tired too and
little by little everything inside us is going down.
 
To doctors it is easy to say we are old and its natural the body is starting to be declined to treatments, once we have a chronic diseace.
But they insists once and again to apply which ever thing they thought it could be good or not....just to prove what can be effective in our body...sometime without thinking the side effects of a hard treatment. 

It makes me think what is happening now with the echonomy? Our system it is also old?. Have we to invent a new procedure for our nations?. Is it possible?, without side effects in the life of people?. 

I don´t think so.
 
Echonomists use a vocabulary that common people, like me, do not understand.
More or less like doctors, but it is applied to the sickness of society.
 
Last year have been a very bad year for my body, nearly I was close to die just because some doctor thought it was necessary a strong treatment to prevent future problems.
 
It is funny that to prevent future problems I was so bad, so incredible bad close to the end. Without any force or will to do anything.
 
Litle by little I am apparently better, or at least I feel myself so, but in future?. Who knows what is going to happen in future.
 
Sorry, but it is a is a temptation to make a parallel between a person's health and the economy.
Till now in Europe all have been strong treatments to avoid the disaster and every moment the feeling of disaster is bigger.
 
It seems the euro is goingto die more or less as I was last year. 
So many strong medicines to heal the economy of certain countries approaching us day after day to the disaster.

Today, the 24th march 2013 the economy is even worst and the sickness is more or less the same.
Treatments to the crisis have been a fake for thousand of people that have lost everything, salary, work, houses and health.

About my sickness, a fake also, the treatment was so strong that at the end I have to leave it.....
Why not to leave these strong treatments in Europe that are going to kill the euro and all the people kind of life they knew before.

I have to choose, life or dead.....and I prefer to be sick but alive.
Evidently there is some similar circunstances between my health and the economy, who could imagine.

I think it is better to be sick and alive that to have now something not any body could imagine a year or six month before........."un corralito en europa" ...... a playpen for the euro in Europe, a country where the citizens can´t have their money from their accounts, only 100 euro by day?. 
Why not 50 euros?, or less.

Beside just to lost a part of their shavings.....from a day to the follow day just without any kind of good reason...
Is it the strong treatment that at the end is going to kill our system?. Our social body as it happening now with thousand, millions of families or persons?.

A sick body it is always better than a dead body, and here in Europe they are going to kill the sick....the sick social system the same as they are killed thousand of people already.

Take care may friends, this body can´t support more strong treatments...

el gatufo

SOMETHING GOOD

Just today Blog.....

Love the sunshine of the meadow,
Love the shadow of the forest,
Love the wind among the branches,
And the rain-shower and the snow-storm,
And the rushing of great rivers.

The Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

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Love the smile on your face
Love the softness of your voice
Love the nights of Winter together
Love the touch of your fingers on my skin
Love the noise of your breath sleeping
Love the sound of your heart against mine.

Thanks dear poet, may be you inspire me with
your kind words.

gatufo

CAN YUCEL a Turkish Poet

CAN YÜCEL

http://lyricstranslate.com/es/can-yuecel-lyrics.HTML

I like very much his poems, and these friends discover a new poet

for me. Thanks dear  friends, let me put here your translations

from Turkish to English, I do think your work has to be here in

gatufo´s blog.

Thanks dear Nermin and Hulya, you are great.

Sorry if you don´t like to be here.....but I can´t pass from your work.

It´s absolutely new for me, and I like to share the new poet with

other friends of this site.

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Don’t become attached

You don’t attach to one thing blindly
You don’t say ‘I cant live without her’
Don’t say it
Because you can.
It is not necessary to use such cliched words
Don’t love too much for example. If she loves you less, your heart will break
And usually, she loves you less than you love her anyway
If you don’t love too much, you won’t get hurt a great deal
If you don’t possess much, you won’t be possessed either..
You don’t possess the building you work in, the table, the telephone, your cards
Don’t even own your hands and your legs
You behave as if they are not yours.
Then if you don’t have anything, you won’t be afraid of losing.
You act as if you could live without them
For example, don’t have much furniture in your home
So you could walk clumsily around.
If you insist on having something
You will have the places where rooftops join the skies
You have the sky
Or the sun, the moon or even the stars
For example the northern star, it will be yours
You should say ‘It is mine’
If you insist on possessing something
Rainbows will be yours for example
If you want to belong to something, belong to the colours
For example to orange or to pink
Or you will belong to paradise
You have to live not possessing much
And not belonging to a great deal
You will live as if life will slip from your palms at anytime
And at the same time, it is yours forever.
You will live attached to life
By its edge

This is another wise comment from another bloger of ESL Podcast

Now about happiness.I like VERY MUCH TONY ROBBINS article:
THE ONE AND ONLY THING YOU NEED TO BE HAPPY.
I want to share one part of this article with you.....

“The Answer"

And therein lies the answer. If you aren’t growing, you are dying.
It turns out that happiness that is true and lasting is quite simply this: progress.
Progress = Happiness! If you are growing, and giving, you will be happy.
If you are moving forward in your life, if you are progressing personally,
professionally, emotionally, spiritually—you will be happy. It is only in stagnation

that we wilt like a flower.

el gatufo