Bitter Seeds of Solitude

You never know what could happen tomorrow, but you are sure of what happened yesterday and what is happening right now.
What's your reality? Loneliness.
Yes it is, you know it is...
Is it sad? Yes, for sure...
Whatever you believed in, whoever you believed in... they aren't here now... they won't be, anymore.
Learn the lesson, learn what's ahead of you, because you'll need all that knowledge in your dark future.
Are you alone? Yes, you are.
Am I alone? Yes, I am. But I am with you, right now.
After that, I'll be just words that were typed by and for you.
Am I alone?
Yes, you are...
Both of us.

Going back in time

It is extremely sad, at least for me, how the current economic situation can produce benefits for a limited number of people. It is even sadder to see how humanity seems to have been vanished from all those souls that now remain empty. It is also sad how words such as friendship, love and peace have been destroyed from the lexicon. Now only a selected group of words are the stars: money, power, control...

We are going back in time. Today, with the excuse of the economic crisis, everything has to be 'cut'. No matter if we are talking about people's health system or if we are talking about education, workers' rights, women's rights, LGBT rights, children's rights, etc. No, these elements and many others are not important anymore.

I think there's an enormous interest in not going out of the crisis. It's better this way. Masses are controlled, rich people are richer and poor people are poorer. And if you combine this with an impressive and perfect control of the mass media, yeah, you're right (of course, if you want to be less democratic).

In fact, democracy is just like the island of Utopia. We are supposed to live in democracies, oh sure, the great civilisation, the Western culture... is this really true? Do we really live in democracies when we can choose our representatives from time to time? Let me say something, I don't think so...

And if there is something even even sadder than all the things mentioned above, that's resignation. If you think that people is much worse in Iran than you are in Spain, yes, I'm sure that's true, but that doesn't matter you don't have to fight for the rights gained in the past, those rights that were achieved thanks to the fight of our ancestors, because they didn't resign and wanted to build a better country.
There are people that feel better thinking that others are worse than them. That can work in the beginning (I don't share that idea) but, what happens later? If everybody thought that way, then we wouldn't try to get anything. Whatever we did, there would always be people in a worse situation than us.

If this is not stopped, we will be going back in time continuously... I'm sure there are a lot of people and institutions (some of them even considering themselves coming from Heaven) that would love a new Middle Ages time...

Black and White

You think you have everything under control. You wake up each day knowing what you are going to do, believing that those things you have, are real. One day everything is black and blue and suddenly, everything goes bad, everything gets damaged.
24 hours later, those things that were white and blue now are black and gray. What you thought to have was no more than a lie, what you saw around you seems senseless now. Life is that way, you can never plan anything for a long time because, although everything seems white now, maybe, just in half an hour, it will be as black as the pain of a withered heart.

Society... fucking society

It seems incredible how society, with its impassable canons of what is correct and incorrect, is able to create a feeling of massive destruction in a person's personality. That pressure will always take benefit of a moment of weakness in order to get out. It is like a dam that contains millions of litres of water that, in a certain moment and whichever the reason, cracks freeing all the water with horrible momentum, freeing all the destructive feelings.
It is incredible how the society's exemplary and hypocritical canons have the pretension of marking the path we all have to follow... so, people, let's go, let's become lambs as Nietzsche once said...
With this I'm not saying that I don't have my own clear ideas in my mind, or that I don't know what I want. Nonetheless, my 'dam' has cracked, freeing with high pressure all that 'water' that tries to drown what personality already possess, something that took a lot of time to be gained.
'I'll fight, oh yes... I'll fight in order to get the surface once again but... ¿when is it going to happen again?'

Time repeats itself once and again

There are moments in life in which one realizes how everything changes in short periods of time. It is in those moments where one realizes what he/she was and what he/she is and asks him/herself what he/she'll be one day.
Thinking continuously about the future doesn't solve anything since it always happens something in the present that will send your plans to hell.
This happens in each aspect of life. With feelings, with your own personality and maturity (what we hated in the past, now we can love it and vice versa), with our studies or with friends.
Thinking continuously about the past doesn't solve anything either. The past is past and nobody can change it.
So, let's live the present with 'certain intentions for the future'. If I have learnt something after 21 years is: don't worry, because the majority of your plans will go to hell because one reason or another. We have to live more the day-to-day. It is the fair thing in this stressful world. Let time pass... then, when we realize it, we well see that twenty years are gone and we are like in the beginning, with the same doubts... with the same anxieties...

From the party to the robbery

Today has been a very... curious day.
In order to celebrate the end of Easter holiday period, we organized a lunch at El Saler. Nonetheless, in the morning, the weather was not good and we were forced to change our plans. We met in our common place 'Twin Mayans place'. The weather changed quite drastically so we finally decided to go to El Saler. While we were eating, "someone" broke the security system of the two cars. That 'someone' was successful in opening the Twin's car.
Conclusion to this... this seemed a C.S.I. chapter (luckily without a corpse!)
Here is a 10 point section in which I relate the order of events:
1) We went to eat our lunch to the zone of restaurants of La Devesa del Saler. We ate like in a picnic style in some wood tables located between sand dunes. They are there especifically for tourists. We parked the cars in the parking lot of La Devesa and we sat behind a sand dune, in one of those tables already mentioned.
2) When we were eating, we forgot the cold meat in the car. In order not to come back to the parking lot, we decided to eat it later.
3) When we came back to the car, the bag that I carried didn't appear anywhere. However, we thought it was in the deepest part of the trunk of the car since it was full of junk.
4) We had a walk in the beach and then we went to El Palmar. We had a boat trip in La Albufera with the little boat of 'El Tío Pastilla'. We were not conscious that all the car locks were broken (since the cars are opened via remote control)
5) We decided to come back to our hometown because there was a football match planned for 19 hrs. We thought to eat our 'merienda' watching the football match on TV. We weren't conscious of the broken locks since we opened the cars with the remote control system.
6) We sat again in the Twin Mayans place. We decided to declare the bag with the cold meat officially lost without explanation. But, the 'funny' thing was when more things, such as Mona de Pascua from Alberic (a typical sweet dish from that town) and another bag with chocolates, were also disappeared. It was as if Earth had swallowed them.
7) We started then to suspect that one of the girls left the car open and someone robbed the food. While we were sitting, we were talking about that, at least, it was just food, not more important objects like wallets, etc.
8) When we were ready to leave because of the football match, one of the twins realized that her ID card was not inside her wallet. That was when we saw everything at sight. There was neither money in the wallets, nor the ID cards and the car lock was broken. The criminals broke the other car's locks, but they didn't were able to get inside and steal things.
9)We went to the authority (police) in our hometown to dennounce it. They sent us to other authorities (guardia civil). There they told us that it was not their demarcation and that we had to go to El Perellonet to let inspectors see the cars and carry out the complaint. We went from our hometown to El Perellonet. It was an oddisey to find the right place (in fact, in one occasion we ended inside a field full of greenhouses). But the worst thing was that the place was CLOSED! because they only worked from 9 to 15 hrs. Luckily, two of the guards appeared in the right moment. They saw the cars, they only saw that the locks were broken... then they said that we should put our complaint in our hometown, or, we could come back the following day to El Perellonet. We were worried about the ID cards, because we didn't know why the criminals wanted them.
10) We came back to our hometown and we didn't have problems for the complaint here (I still consider that they could have said that just from the beginning, avoiding us the fact of going to El Perellonet...). We were more than an hour in the place, carrying out the complaint. Going back home, we realized that the Twins didn't have their University cards either, also credit cards (although inactive) So, everything was clear, credit card + ID card... they wanted to spend plastic money...
So... in conclusion... and indescriptible day in which we realized the things step by step and in which criminals would have had a magnificent lunch at our expense...
(This story is totally real... unfortunately...)

Here's a short-short story

The sun was scorching. There I was, still and lying on the floor. It was as if someone had found a switch in order to disconnect me. I coudn't do anything. The sweat went down my forehead, very slowly, to my eyes. I was neither able to listen, nor to smell. I was not even able to look.
I simply felt heat, a heat that was more and more blistering and lethal. Perhaps all that was my own hell? Had I done anything in order to face that situation? I didn't even know how the hell I arrived to that remote desert.
Luckily, now I am quietly typing this sudden idea that has crossed my mind as a furtive arrow shot.

J. I. Xarmed