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domingo, 30 de octubre de 2011

MADRID IN AUTUMN

   I walk in Madrid, along the Paseo del Prado, the way of the Atocha station. My feet get tangled in the dry leaves of autumn. A long line of calmed people stretches patiently and endless. They expect to see the exhibition of works brought from the Hermitage Museum.
   I breathe fresh air under the colourful trees. Ocher, brown, dark green ... and a sweet melancholy in my soul.

jueves, 27 de octubre de 2011

Don Juan Tenorio

   On 31st October, at 23.30 hrs we are going to read the play by José Zorrilla. We want to rescue the most famous play of all the Spanish theatre. In some American countries it is a well known play. It is played on this date as it has usually been along the time.
   To tell the truth, I love this play. So I am very happy to read it in one of the most beautiful churches of Calatayud (Saragosse): San Pedro de los Francos. In this church a young Ferdinand was named crown prince. He would marry Elizabeth and reign in Aragón.
   It is the first time that "Don Juan Tenorio" will be played by broadcasters, writers and ordinary people who have never played theatre, here in Calatayud. You are all invited to come. And if you are courageous enough, you can read with us.
  

sábado, 22 de octubre de 2011

THE PEEPHOLE

She could not avoid look out of the corner of the eye at the door of the apartment. Somebody wheezed behind the peephole. She trembled. The child of 3B is very strange, strange as a Martian. One day a bad accident will happen, she said to herself. A green sticky spot started going out below the door. I do not have intention of paying attention this stupid boy. He is only trying to scare me. She put the key in the lock. She was going to turn it when the sticky spot lengthened a green hand and pulled her. The voice behind the peephole whispered. Don´t  you want to play with me today, Louise?

domingo, 16 de octubre de 2011

AROUND ME

   Birds in the air,
air in my hands,
hands in my head,
head on my brest.
Arms around me.

martes, 11 de octubre de 2011

A NAME

   Nothing exists unless you name it. Explain it, give it a name and it will be. Something exists in the moment you name it. You exist when you can hear another person calling you. A name. My kingdom, my universe, all my world for a word. And I will be.