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I got river, I got music, I got cherries and Mandi back today, who would ask for anything more?

Well, I think I would, but I’d better shut up and “enjoy the present condition”.

Los de Elpais.com no dejan de alucinarme.

Cito textualmente del pie de foto: “En Brasil han sido descubiertas cuatro tribus amazónicas que no han mantenido ningún contacto con el ser humano”.

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Qué suerte tienen las “personas” de esas tribus que aún no se han topado con esos animales imbéciles que se hacen llamar “seres humanos”. Como dirían mi prima Sofía y Roberto Carlos, “yo quisiera ser civilizado como los animales”.

Qué bonitos son a veces los lunes. Ni siquiera saber que quizás tenga que trabajar el próximo día festivo ha fastidiado el día de hoy.

Un abrazo a Irene, Maje, Jánder, Philip, mi estimadísimo Caesar y mi amantísima madre porque conseguí conversar con todos ellos a la vez a través de distintos canales.

Y no, no me he tomado ningún
tripi… Aún.

“O maio”.
Imaxes dos maios celebrados en Poio e Combarro no ano 2006.
Vídeo publicado polo usuario marepodium en YouTube.
Letra: poema de Manuel Curros Enríquez (1880) Aires da miña terra.
Música e interpretación: Luis Emilio Batallán.
Álbum: Ahí ven o maio (1975)

Aquí ven o maio
de frores cuberto….
puxéronse á porta
cantándome os nenos;
i os puchos furados
pra min estendendo,
pedíronme crocas
dos meus castiñeiros.

Pasai, rapaciños,
calados e quedos;
que o qué polo de hoxe
que darvos non teño.
eu són vos o probe
do pobo gallego:
pra min non hai maio,
pra min sempre é inverno!

Cando eu me atopare
de donos liberto
i o pan non me quiten
trabucos e préstemos,
e como os do abade
frorezan meus éidos,
chegado habrá estonces
o maio que eu quero.

Queredes castañas
dos meus castiñeiros?
cantádeme un maio
sin bruxas nin demos:
un maio sin segas,
usuras nin preitos.
sin quintas, nin portas,
nin foros, nin cregos.

Life is mainly crap so that after the minimum annoying thing that happens to you (because it WILL happen) when you were thinking that no more annoying things would happen that certain day – you totally collapse… Or something of the sort.

Some survive – some don’t – some kill everyone around.

That’s natural selection: eat the crap or die.

I’m sick of people now. Literally: they make me cough – my eyes cry without permission – and so on.

AND NO – NO COMAS – THE BLOODY KEY IS TOTALLY DEAD – LIKE MY MOOD NOW. I don’t even feel like copy-pasting…

Whatever. I might laugh at all this after the jazz-dance lesson. Ojalá.

(Thanks to the Caesar for trying something though).

[EDIT]
No jazz-dance lesson this week: bl**dy winter holidays. No more comments…
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[EDIT 2]
Gilda (1946), the Caesar, copy-pasted comas and two quotes my dearest cousin Sofía (in spite of her skipping Ñs around ) displayed on her Messenger saved my day. These quotes are from the soundtrack of Juno (2007):

If you were a kiss, I know I’d be a hug (Song “All I want is you”)
Your part time lover and full time friend (Song “Anyone Else But You”)
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Hala, a descansar de arroutadas varias.

This is so sad… I remember when my parents told me that Spaniards had to go to France to see the film Last Tango in Paris (1973) because in Spain it was censored, and in such a great country like France they were more open minded: the key of their supposed greatness.

And now it’s the other way round. In France, this poster -which, in my opinion, is quite sweet and innocent while it deals directly with the matter- has been banned… But why? Are they becoming so USAfied that they are copying even some of the most stupid great ideas that come from the other side of the ocean? Deciding for us in a very evident way what we can see from reality or not as if they were able to modify it just like that and, of course, doing all for the sake of the people? (As I often say, if at least they pretended a bit…) Oh yeah, I love democracy too.

So images of some retarded starlettes making a fool out of themselves every day are not to be banned and we are even compelled to swallow and digest them, but a necessary and less retarded image is?

These things are those that make me wish to go into exile… To another PLANET.

But well, you never know. Those that say that the image has been banned are those that are clearly against Sarkozy. Maybe this poster was just not used because of artistic reasons, because they have a better design with a similar content…. Yes, you never know…