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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, 28 de septiembre de 2017

IDIOMA ESPAÑOL





El Español, el segundo idioma en el mundo sin contar el Chino, el idioma que mas número de paises utilizan para expresar sus ideas mediante palabras y frases, tiene un diccionario muy util para consultar dudas sobre el uso del lenguaje y la definición de las palabras.

Veamos lo que dice sobre:



Region

(Del lat. regio, -onis.)
1s. f. GEOGRAFÍA Territorio determinado por unas mismas condiciones físicas o humanas es una región rica en yacimientos de oro. comarca
2POLÍTICA, SOCIOLOGÍA División territorial de una nación con unas característicasgeográficas, étnicas o histórico-sociales propias.

f. Porción de territorio determinada por caracteres étnicos o circunstancias especiales declima, producción, topografía, gobierno, etc.
Estado que, según la filosofía ant., ocupaba cada uno de los cuatro elementos.
fig.Espacio que se imagina ser de mucha capacidad.
Meta a la que se llega en el estudio de una ciencia.
anat. y zool. Cada una de las partes en que se considera dividido al exterior el cuerpo de losanimales, con el fin de determinar la situación y extensión de los diferentes órganos.
biol. Cada una de las divisiones geográficas donde habitan o se dan las mismas especiesanimales o vegetales.

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Comunidad

1s. f. SOCIOLOGÍA Agrupación de personas que tienen ciertos intereses en comúncomunidad de vecinos.
2Grupo o congregación de personas que viven juntas y bajo ciertas reglas vive en unacomunidad religiosa.
3Conjunto de los vecinos de un pueblo, ciudad, provincia o estado el estado recauda losimpuestos de la comunidad.
4Circunstancia de lo que no es privativo de uno sino que pertenece a varios por igualentre ellos existe una arraigada comunidad de opiniones políticas.


1. sociología conjunto de personas que viven bajo reglas o intereses comunes comunidadde vecinos
2. grupo de personas pertenecientes a un pueblo o región comunidad indígena
3. conjunto de seres vivos con idénticas características la comunidad de los mamíferos
4. grupo de personas con características comunes la comunidad hispanohablante
5. congregación de personas que viven bajo ciertas constituciones y reglas comunidadreligiosa

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Nación

  1. f. Entidad jurídica y política formada por el conjunto de los habitantes de un país regido por el mismo gobierno


País

Del fr. pays.
1. m. Territorio constituido en Estado soberano.
2. m. Territoriocon características geográficas y culturales propiasquepuede constituir una entidad política dentro de un Estado

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Queda muy bien definido en nuestro idioma Español, no se en otros, lo que es una región, una comunidad, una nación y un país.

Conclusión:

El único pais o nación que constituye el lugar en el que habito es España.

El resto son regiones o recientemente "comunidades" que forman parte del país o la nación Española.

Mal utilizado o perversamente usado el idioma cada vez que en las noticias nos hacen "comulgar con ruedas de molino" sobre otros lugares/regiones, a los que llaman de diferentes formas.
Solo una nacion/país  España.






el gatufo





NO ENTIENDO NI COMPARTO





No entiendo al Gobierno de esta Nación, no entiendo el motivo para delegar funciones fundamentales, enseñanza, sanidad, orden público, policia, a las comunidades autónomas, no entiendo que no se tomen medidas enérgicas cuando un señor gobernante  se pasa la Justicia por el arco de triunfo y todos en su región le corean como si fuera el heroe de la película.

No entiendo tibieza, indecisión, permisividad extrema cuando ya hace no mucho se permitio algo que en su momento llamaron referendum.

De esos lodos vienen estos barros.

No entiendo que estos funcionarios públicos, mossos o como quieran llamarlos, decidan por encima de la Guardia Civil, la Policía e incluso de los jueces o la Fiscalia.
No entiendo nada de lo que está pasando en España.

Tampoco entiendo que nos pasemos meses hablando de lo mísmo, aburre, soberanamente aburre.

Corten de una vez por lo sano, cesen a quien deben, disuelvan el cuerpo entero
de mossos si se obstinan en no obedecer, hagan igual con el palamento de la comunidad rebelde o con quien sea que no acate la Ley o la Constitución.

Gobiernen coño, ya vale, tomen nota de lo que hizo el "actor" Reagan siendo recien nombrado presidente de EE.UU., cuando los controladores aereos lo 
desafiaron con una huelga que paralizaba a la Nación.
Todos a la calle si en un plazo de 48 horas no ocupaban sus puestos de trabajo y cumplió su advertencia.

11.000 funcionarios públicos, controladores aereos fueron a la calle y jamas volvieron a ser contratados.
Soluciono la papeleta de otra forma, el tráfico aereo volvió a funcionar, y el Presidente Reagan comenzó a ser respetado.

Aquí, ¿que?.

Ya veremos, de momento un "cachondeo" cansino y super aburrido, no se habla de otra cosa en las noticias.
Y va siendo hora de que nos demos cuenta de que nunca debiera haberse hecho lo que se hizo.
Enseñanza, Sanidad, Policia........Estatal
Nuca delegarla en las llamada comunidades autónomas.

Va siendo hora de meter la marcha atrás y rectificar.
Acaben de una vez de contentar al revoltoso, nuca quedará satisfecho ni saciado.



Tiene mucha gracia "convivencia" si se hace lo que yo o nosotros queremos, si no ..........no hay convivencia.

Mire No, convivencia si se respetan las leyes y si no a callar o a chirona si es preciso.
"Haz lo que yo quiero y nos llevaremos bien", parece algo similar al maltrato de algunos energúmenos mal nacidos cuando imponen su
inaguantable dictadura a quien sea, pueblo, mujeres, trabajadores, en incluso la represion o el maltrato físico.

Esa no es la ley, respete y será respetado, además la convivencia se logra acatando las leyes o haciéndolas respetar no a base de tolerancia
floja o incluso jaleando a la masa cuando por ejemplo silban el Himno Nacional, al Jefe de la Nación o queman la Bandera de España.
¿A eso le llama Vd. convivencia?. Pero que cara mas dura o desverguenza absoluta.

Eso solo tiene un nombre que todos ya sabemos.
Saquen Vds. sus conclusiones.  

el gatufo

miércoles, 27 de septiembre de 2017

MI ENFADO COMO GATO





Se va sin avisarme por lo que al día siguiente en que desapareció emiliano, yo les deje un regalo en mitad del cuarto de estar. No fué grande pero mas que suficiente para manifestar mi enfado.

Podeis imaginar el que, sencillo, no fuí a mi caja y  las deje una pequeña porción de materia orgánica, como hablo, en mitad de la habitación.

Se cabrearon mucho cuando vieron mis restos, me chillaron, y yo escapé rápido por si se le iba la mano a alguien.

Ya no lo he hecho más, con una basta, y así les manifiesto mi descontento por una ausencia absurda e incomprensible. ¿Por que se va?, no entiendo nada.


Luego, cuando vino el hablaba con todos menos conmigo, y transcurrido un rato una caricia y poco más.
Por que es quien es, mi todo, si no le mandaría otra vez a Amsterdam, a Alemania o donde fuera que haya ido.
Su lugar está aquí conmigo y con Cuca no viajando, eso dicen que ha hecho yendose fuera de la casa ahí fuera. ¿Que se le habrá perdido?.
Su sitio es este conmigo y con su vida.

El deshacia paquetes, sacaba cosas que entregaba a Cuca y a los amigos, para el gato que soy yo gatufo, nada de nada.

Harto me tienen, no obstante despues de varios días se me va pasando el enfado y es que necesito sus caricias, su voz, sus atenciones, su presencia que me alegra mi vida gatuna.




Amsterdam



Espero que tarde en marcharse de nuevo o al menos me informe por anticipado, y es que son tan tontos que piensan que los gatos no nos enteramos de casi nada, somos como un mueble que de vez en cuando se mueve, salta, corre, y duerme.
No es así, yo necesito saber con anticipación si me van a dejar solo, me hago a la idea y me lo tomo mejor.

Humanos despues de todo, que puede esperarse.




yo mismo el gatufo







A NICE TALE








from before........

Again in the academy we have two young persons, a girl called Maria Jose and a boy called Emiliano. None of them knew nothing about the other, but the shy girl started to talk with emiliano.
- He, you are a new comer she said.
Yes I am, my name is emiliano.
Mine is Maria Jose, is it your first day here?
No, I came yesterday but you were not here.
Yes, I was at home just a little sick.
Are you well now?
Yes, of course, it was something very common.
Then, the professor gives a paper to the girl and say her that her
exercise of rubbish strake in N.Y., was o.k., but he thinks she could do a better redaction next.

Emiliano look at her with a smile on his face and says; so the exercise was of yours, I liked it very much when Mr. Pelegrín read it yesterday aloud, I thought it was funny and was looking for the person who writes it, so now I have found the person, you, congratulations it is a nice very good exercise.

 - Oh, thank you emiliano, you are really kind.
No, I am not, that´s the truth M.José.
Thank you again.

Talking that way they remain for ten minutes, suddenly the boy who was out (the boyfriend of her thought emiliano) returned and the conversation was over.

What a pity, thought emiliano, what a nice beautiful girl is this one Maria Jose, I would like to talk more with her.... emiliano thoughts were very fast always, and without knowing nothing about the girl he thought she was really very nice and cheerful. 
 
What are she doing  with this boy?, what different they are, thought by himself this boy in his second day at Jorge Juan academy, and he was right without knowing anything about the girl and her boyfriend. 
They were absolutely different and soon these differences will be so evidently that their life will turn and will separate one from the other for ever.
No one of the three youngs know anything about this premise, future is always ahead our life and we know nothing about tomorrow. 
 

With this feelings and thoughts the end of the class was soon and he find himself walking beside Cuca, talking with her vividly, how has been so?, no matter, he was cheerful and happy to be at her side going up Jorge Juan street.
Till where?, it doesn´t matter to him, it was just a pleasure to be close this nice beautiful girl who was absolutely new for him.

Yes, this situation was repeated some times along February, March and even April, till a day in this last month when Maria Jose came to the class without her boyfriend Jose Luis.
This day was crucial in the life of them both, it was a day to remember always for them in future as being alone for nearly one hour inside the class they could talk for long feeling themselves ver close.
They were so confortable talking one with the other that without knowing what was happening it was clear for emiliano that he likes M.Jose and she started to think what was she doing dating with a boy with she could not talk as well as she was doing with this one?, for her emiliano was a nice boy to talk with and she feel very confortable being at his side.

There we are, Jorge Juan Institute and a new pupil sitting in a desk.
It is Emiliano on his first day of class. To him all is new, there is a long time since the last time he was sitting on a desk watching round him all the people who will be his partners, even the professor it is a new face.
He doesn´t know anybody, no that´s no true, there is a known face he knew from the mountains trips, yes Jesus, a nice boy who shared the
bed room sometimes when they go to the Hispano Club. 


That´s good, it is better to have a known face if you are a new comer that goes late, when the course has opened since a month o two ago.


Shake hands, how are you? and they sit together, that´s right.  

How long is he going to be here?, till june more or less, when first test at the Bank Office will be, if he pas the first it will be another test may be in September, close near to get his licence from the army that will be in December.

Emiliano´s mind was thinking all these subjects  while the professor was reading some writing works about a rubbish strike in New York.

A rubbish strike in New York?, funny, here in Spain strikes are forbidden by the law and it is difficult to imagine something like a rubbish strike, at least we are in winter he thinks.

Pelegrin, the professor, started to read another work and the new comer emiliano stop thinking and put some attention to the new reading.
Nice, a nice work with humor and very good written he thinks, let see who is the author.
No author, the girl who writes it has not come today, who could be? he say to him, I would like to know.

Next day Emiliano was again in the class and take a sit just behind a couple, a young boy and a very young nice girl, really nice he thinks.

He has arrived with Jesus who seems to know the boy and the girl, emiliano was sitting silence watching everything with his eyes looking at the nice girl who was also silence watching the two boys talk.

When the class was over, Jesus and the other boy, Jose Luis, left the class and the girl was alone, just the same like emiliano.

Suddenly she turn her body, relax on the wall, look at him and said:

He, you are a new comer, aren´t you?.
Yes, of course, it is my second day here.

After a while of some talk the new professor comes to the class and gives a paper to her saying it is a good work.

So, it is from you, emiliano says, it is very good, funny and very good written, I like it very much.

How do you know, says her.
Well, yesterday Pelegrín read it and I think it was the best of all.

Thank you very much, ....uhm, your name please?
Emiliano, and yours?
Maria Jose but friends call me Cuca. 

Nice to meet you Cuca, just a pleasure.


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Everything about this story started so, Cuca turning her body to the
right, relaxing her back on the wall and greeting emiliano with her
word, he, you are a new comer, aren´t you?.

Why she do such a thing?, there is not any explanation as Cuca was a shy girl that doesn´t speak with people she doesn´t know.

Why for she does such step?. 
Along years this couple has been for long thinking what happened to
her to do such a thing so odd in her way of doing.

She has done this gesture for the best, as the story of these two young

persons started just from this moment.

In Spanish could be,  He are you a new pupil?

She knows perfectly well emiliano is a new comer so the real motive for
her could be she wants to talk with this boy.

Is this a mutual crush? a Cupido´s arrow?.


It could be, but we have to wait some months to see it.


Yes, of course, some moths because Cuca is dating with Jose Luis (in fact she was engaged with him) and emiliano is a serious boy that doesn´t want to interfere in a love relation, which ever kind of relation it could be. 

That´s not the way of emiliano actions and for him, a serious person, that kind of behaviour could be not ethic. 
Silly boy after all, as in love of war there are not rules. 

Evidently, he likes the girl, very much endeed, but she was dating another boy, such a problem, but to talk with her or going out with both it is nice for him and he doesn´t think in other subject that following their talking outside the Jorge Juan Institute.


In future he could repeat these actions some times, not very frequently

as he would like to do, but it wasn´t in his will as he doesn´t know the boy or the girl enough to ask them for a walk. It was always the other boy Jesus who likes to talk with Jose Luis about futbol and emiliano has his chance when the two boy where talking ahead walking up till Cuca, yes Cuca, house.

After two months everthing will be  finished as Cuca and the boy will change their desks in the class, and emiliano has less opportunities of talking with the girl.

Having this in mind, he goes back the class and watched the couple curiously asking by himself "what have seen this incredible nice girl
in a boy like Jose Luis", it is a mistery for emiliano and he thinks that
the boy is handsome, good looking, and physical attraction was the only motive for her.
Other reasons are unthinkable for emiliano as this boy Jose Luis seems very simple minded for him, but who knows girls?. What is in the soul of a girl?, what is the choice of a girl like this one, Cuca?, only physical attraction?.

I don´t think so, were the thoughts of emiliano, it have to be something more as the girl is inteligent, nice, beautiful, well she has everything I like in a girl and it is sure I WILL BE HAPPY WITH HER FOR EVER, if she choose me and love me as I want, just a pity she is dating already.

I don´t like to suffer it is better to put some distance, was his feelings without being alert about them.

Poor boy Emiliano, he is hard inside his heart about falling in love with the first o second girl he could meet, or the hundred or thousan, that is his way of feeling. 

Difficult to find a girl who could like him specially and the one he meets
is engaged?. There is not a reason for that, so many time alone without a loving one, and now.....nothing?.

Be in you boy, don´t lament anything, you are going to the bank soon and afterward you´ll be out of Spain and could know a blonde girl in Canada that make you happy.




of course it will continue.......




el gatufo

 

자신에

런던. (조달)


나는 고양이, 영리한, 조용한 집,하지만 고양이. 그의 주위에 모든 것을 배운다
모든 고양이처럼, 당신, 인간 세계와는 별도의에 살고있는 것 같다,하지만하지 않습니다.

당신이 할 모든 것, 삶의 실수, 실수, 생각과 방법은 우리, 고양이에 영향을 미치지 만 우리는 그것에 대해 아무것도 할 수 없습니다.

나는 외모와 같은 삶을 느끼는 고양이의 전망을 부어 오늘부터 나는, 다음 쿠카 및 EMI에 편안한 삶을 살, 조용한되는 피곤 해요.

소리의 모든 종류의 쿠카 TV, 영화를보고, 에미 누워 매우 강한 음악을 내 귀를 도달하거나 PC에 넣어. 그리고 모든 거리 그 멀리 도달 소리가 난다.

내가 TV에 전송 된 것을 배웠다 어제, 논쟁은 국가의 상태를 말하고, 스페인, 항상 같은 말을 그들이 수행하고있는 것을 또 다시 반복, 그 자체로 논쟁 아이처럼 자랑스럽게 전화 수행 한 후 다른 이동이 말도 안되는 것을 강조, 아무 짓도 안 했어요, 다시 약속의 성취와하지 않았습니다.

이 인간은 이야기와 이야기 시간을 보내고, 어떤 생활이 인을위한 중요한 것이 무엇인지를 보지.
음식 찾기, 자고, 일광욕, 제대로 스트레칭, 다시 태양에 거짓말을하고, 평화적으로 위의 잠을 일부 인종을 줄 의자 또는 우리가 사랑하는 하나의 다리에, 그리고 N 제 경우에는 위의 에미.

나는 행복하다 그들은 보이지 무엇을하지 않거나 적어도이다. 그들은 항상 화가 난 것, 그리고 좋아하지 않는다.

여기에 그들이 아픈 말을하기 때문에 때로는 에미 나 쿠카 고통 때문에 내 집에서, 항상은 아니지만, 평온을 숨을 쉰다.
그리고 물론 그녀는입니다. 항상 바퀴 금속 의자에 앉아, 약간 이동합니다.


런던


난 바퀴에 내 손톱은 고무입니다 걸고 열심히 촬영 그의 의자를 이동, 이동하려고합니다. 나는 같은 위치가 여전히 당신의 PC의 일부입니다. 화면을보고 항상하지 않은, 한 장소에서 다른 장소로 가져가, 이동, 그리고 아무것도 만 조금 이동할 수 있습니다, 그것을 할 것입니다. 내가 할 때 또한 나는 항상, 싸움,하지만, 난 여전히 평균하지 말고 말한다.

내가 다리 에미에에지고 가장 좋아하는, 당신은 아무것도 생각하지 않고 잠을 나를 소중히, 그는 기꺼이하지 않을 때 나는 바닥에 누워 그를 나와 함께 재생하는 원인이되었다.
그는 웃음, 저를 이동, 차종을 나 긁힌에 발이나 손.

항상 행복하고 장난, 그 날입니다.


나 자신.

WHAT IS SAID ABOUT CATS





It is said that cats do not have emotions, just feelings, and what is worse than we are selfish, thinking only of ourselves and even worst.

All this I think it is said by humans who do not like cats or simply have never had one near them.

They usually say, "I do not like cats" and have never had any at home. ¿ As you may know ? if you have not ever have a cat with you boy.

Cuca is an endearing human whom I love very much, before having me she was thinking something similar about us cats, she thought we seemed selfish and unsociable, now she has absolutely changed her mind when I had my nearby.

I feel she is so ill, poor, almost not moving and I feel great tenderness for her.
I do not quite understand what happens, I have always known clumsy walking, using a "walker" and I loved getting in front of she be barred step sneak underneath it and bars gadget, she stood, she said kind words to me away but never angry with me.

Emi had taught me to sneak under the bar of the walker, was his measure to see if his cat, me,  was agile and had not gained weight.
Now the "walker" is not, I think It was dropped to a place outside my house called "storage" but I have not been there. Too bad it must be full of things to play but I do not dare to go outside of my domain.

Cuca hardly moves, always sitting and takes a few days nor listening, complains moving hands with difficulty, and is half asleep.

Happens I wonder, say they have a disease called "multiple sclerosis" and must be very bad because every time it shows a little worse.
Not to do so she improves, or smile, I would rise above it but I see insecure and almost no she dares to touch me.

Emi touches me, give me massages, he cover my head with his hand, I kneaded says Cuca, and my everything he does really like it.
It's very safe when handle me, I do not care that boosts me I carry from one place to another or even put the very strong music and dance with me.

Long time ago, when Cuca was here, I was really very well, she loves me very much. 
Now I don´t know where Cuca is, and I miss her a lot.
So yes, cat have feelings because I have and sure other animals feel the same a miss some good humans that have been nice with them as Cuca was with me.

Years ago a human girl come here, she was very nice too, just the same where is she now?

Humans appears and disappears without any explanation.
She said it's physiotherapist although I was not that word means.

Leticia is nice, tolerate even I let her caress me. 
She is a good person who likes cats.

Well I don´t understand how is the reason that now scarcely a human comes here.
It is Charo the one who comes and cared me, she is really a nice human
girl and it seems take care also of the chief emiliano.

I'm tired of telling you things about my life as a cat, another day I could tell you more.





Myself gatufo

HUMANOS




Me dice emi que somos igual que  Calvin y Hobbes, aunque yo no los conozco, es gracioso que me compare con un tigre de peluche según me ha explicado el, cuando le he manifestado mi total ignorancia sobre esos personajes, de peluche? y el un niño? ja,ja, me da la risa.
Menudo niño ya crecido y con bigote y barba. No sabía yo que los niños tuvieran barba, ja,ja, miau.

No le sigo, soy simple y llanamente un gato y no deseo ser otra cosa.

No conozco otra tribu que esta, es mi mundo, es mi todo, y no me interesa nada lo que veo fuera. 


Gente extraña que va y viene, no se nunca a donde se dirigen, ni me importa, lo que veo fuera me intriga pero no me parece un buen sitio para vivir. 

Que hace esa gente ahí afuera? No logro entenderlo, con lo bien que se está aquí, nunca tengo frio ni calor, cuando hace sol me meto tras la cortina, me tumbo y me quedo dormido con el calorcito.

Por las mañanas emi y yo hablamos siempre. El se levanta a las ocho y yo me tiro de la cama también y le acompaño por toda la casa. Luego el se sienta frente a una pantalla y mueve los dedos sobre un teclado y las letras aparecen en esa pantalla.


Todo esto lo se porque el me lo ha explicado, si no estaría con mi mente gatuna en blanco, a nosotros el mundo de los humanos, lo que hacen, lo que dicen, en que pasan su tiempo, no nos atrae nada. Pero nada de nada.


Son muy estúpidos y no saben como vivir bien su vida. Siempre liados, yendo de un sitio para otro, ocupados en no se sabe que?.


Yo tumbado, soñando, corriendo, jugando, y me pregunto por que no harán lo mísmo?, la vida es para gozarla.

En otro momento más.






el gatufo

NO NOS GUSTA SUFRIR






¿Que tontería es eso de "las memorias de un gato"?. 

Este bicho grandote no sabe ya, a estas alturas, que los gatos no tienen memoria?. Vivimos el presente, dejamos para los bichos humanos eso del pasado, los recuerdos, el futuro y demás zarandajas.

No nos gusta sufrir, eso para vosotros que si sufrís a cuenta de todo y postergáis el vivir para otro momento, siempre tan ocupados en no se que....., y pensando lo que vais a hacer, lo que hicisteis y lo mucho que sufrís.

Me vas a cambiar el título de esta cosa que escribes ya mismo, bueno "por favor" que es la forma correcta de pedir algo, entre vosotros.

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Convivir con esos bichos grandes, que huelen raro, y que así mismos se llaman humanos es fácil y lo mejor es que lo tienes todo hecho.

Te alimentan, tienes un sitio caliente donde dormir y además te tocan constantemente, te acarician e incluso te lanzan sonidos extraños como si quisieran decirte algo.

De vez en cuando yo digo un miauuu y ya se dan por contentos.

No falla, cuando te falta algo vuelves a decir miau miau en un tono diferente, con desesperación, y enseguida se afanan por complacerte.



No entiendo como no se lamen, de vez en cuando los tengo que lamer yo para ver si así se les va el olor extraño que tienen, pero no hay manera.

Me gustaría que olieran como yo pero son muy grandes para conseguirlo, así que me conformo con lamer sus manos,lo que más utilizan y con las que me acarician y me ponen la comida, aunque sólo es emiliano quien me pone comida y agua, así que es a a el a quien mas lamo sus manos.

El olor de emiliano y cuca aunque sea extraño me empieza a gustar un poco, son ya de mi manada y les reconocería para siempre, es un olor afable.

Me pregunto si no se fijan en mi que yo me lavo con mi lengua mas de quince veces a lo largo del día, e incluso por la noche también lo hago, es fundamental no dejar olores para que los otros bichos que pululan por todos los sitios no te identifican.

Quizás a ellos lo de dejar olores no les importa mucho porque a veces cuca se echa un líquido que es extremadamente oloroso hasta el punto que casi no puedo soportarlo, porque es ella que si no saldría pitando lo mas lejos posible. 

Bueno la verdad es que me voy sin que se note demasiado.

¿Y por que hacen tanto ruido?.

Menos mal que cuca y emiliano hablan bajito, no gritan casi nada, y muchas horas las pasan en silencio. No obstante de vez en cuando empieza la sesión de lo que ellos llaman música, televisión o no se que más, es un poco espantoso.

Cuanto me costó acostumbrarme a un ruido tan ajeno y tan fuerte, pero ¿es que no tienen oído esto bichos grandes?. ¿Para que les sirve tanto tamaño?.¿Y esas orejas planas sin pelos?.

Están muy mal hechos, son débiles, se enferman, se quejan y no les importa?

Yo nunca me quejo, siempre aparento estar bueno y en forma.

Al final me acabé acostumbrando a la dichosa música que sobre todo emiliano está poniendo con mucha frecuencia, suelo acercarme a el cuando está sentado y me subo encima, se está bien hasta el punto que paso de todo y me quedo dormido que es lo mejor que se puede hacer.
 

Ya me cansé, sigo en otro momento y ahora voy a dormir un ratocon vuestro permiso.




el gatufo

I GET THE FEELING






I get the feeling you are pissed all day, you do nothing more than write with some fury seeming to hate everything around you, judges, politicians, unemployment, the crisis, the lack of hope, start have a boring broken record.
Sure at this rate you will lose readers who feel depressed by the amount of bad news and for your continuous anger.

You should tell us more fun things, anecdotes, what do you do, what makes your cat, how you feel you look good in the world around you in order to optimism and hope it is what we need to transmit when you write.

You're right for once, whoever you are, unnamed interviewer, storytelling, or curious and heavy that explores our lives and propagates the Web. Are you not ashamed to be so nosy?. Having our little secrets and you can always taking off from inside?.

No, I'm not ashamed, it is my mission to dig inside people. Like I do with you doing with others.
There are many like me who are dedicated just to that, to dig, to help the emotions to surface and people like you Emiliano, Cuca or other link to download the pack and I release them from your hidden feelings.
psychiatrists we network, we have no name, only awareness and imperceptible entity for most people.
restless  you are and so worry as we have to meet and make a therapeutic work with you and with other like you my friend.

Interestingly, no idea you were at heart a good person and not a nosy jerk, as you usually look like.

Hi now it's your turn, you have to tell us something that interests us about yourself, which I think is going to be difficult.

Think about it, my life is not fun or varied precisely and I doubt that matters to anyone, but make an effort following your advice.

To begin and not well precisely, I have a terrible flu for about ten days, I have been coughing so much pain because of back pain that keeps me awake at night.
If I'm lying is like needles pricking me in the lower back while I cough, all I can not sleep in my bed. I have attached to a easy chair is in the room and that's my bedroom for seven days or more.
Instead of being next to Cuca the Gatufo´s cat is on my side all night.  
The poor cat is very puzzled when I feel cough, if he runs over and then sits back down on my legs or attached to my belly. 

Gatufo is overnight at me without abandon or even a moment, and then say Cats are selfish, this at least looks like it hit me when I was born and it does not come off for a moment.  The most loving thing in the world is my Gatufo.

About me want to tell you, I'm a retired man, usually indoors for days. There is nothing outside, on the street I'm interested too, so I can go weeks without leaving home.
Gatufo is always by my side or up on my legs.

What I could say to you dear friend, I am a retired now, my work now is to handle all my tasks at home previously done by Cuca, she being sick it is my turn now.

Before that I was working in a Bank, here in Madrid, where I was born and I have lived since them.
Life in Madrid is very hard for anyone who has to earn a wage, blessed if you work, it is almost a privilege to work in this country.  
Usually it takes you an hour or more to get to the job every morning, so people living in a big city like this have to get up very early.
Distances are huge, traffic is hell, and the subway is crowded.
When I worked in the center of the capital got up at half past six to get to the office at eight o'clock.

Live within the city, with metro and bus coming and the office was in the middle of Madrid, Retiro park attached to. However I was almost an hour to get if I wanted to be five or ten minutes before eight.
I used to come early in the office, an empty office was waiting for me, aired by opening all windows and for a while I sank into the peace of starting a day quietly without anyone around me, slowly companions were arriving and I was sitting in my room with all the files on the table.
The first hours were the best, arrived with great enthusiasm because I had raised two or more hours .

I enjoyed working the last I had in the bank, foreign trade had incidents. Import and export credits, documentary remittances, guarantees, warranties, document review guaranteeing delivery of the goods.
Review of documents coming from other foreign banks, finally a job that I liked and that practically had to do all mornings writing and reading in English.

Good times for work and companionship, good times are gone now. Everything is competition inside the works, computer work, and infighting little creative to survive in the gigs.
A disgusted by what I see when I go to a bank or other sites and chat with employees.

Doing this work interesting, specialized in need to have a good knowledge foreign trade bank gave me the opportunity to prejubilarme with 52 years and certainly take the opportunity.
A waste without specialized workers at an age where they can go a long way and make a good work.

It was not my problem, the salary is charged at home without glue a stick to water, make ends meet and salary paid without going a single day in the office .
Freedom to read, walk, listen to music and learn computer. I wanted to write, ha ha, good. Write?, And that on that?. Easy to say, write a book, but as'. To whom would interest my wanderings through life and other issues I lacked imagination.

By now more than enough, I've told a lot of things I guess interest to very few friends of the blog.

Another day a little more.

Thanks, greetings.