Tuesday, 23 December 2008

Season's Greetings

Dear non-existent readers of this blog (and Amalia),

Wish you the best this Christmas, I hope none of you are lonely.

Your friend,


Monday, 22 December 2008

Quoting Guns 'n' Roses

I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you?

Saturday, 20 December 2008


-----Email Message-----
Sent: Sunday, December 14, 2008 1:45 AM
Subject: everyone would say what they want to
I wish for one day everyone would say exactly what someone else needed to hear.

Wednesday, 17 December 2008

Have I seen you before?

"Everything she saw around her was so beautiful and so alive that Sophie had to rub her eyes to really believe it. But nothing she was looking at now would last. And yet- in a hundred years the same flowers and the same animals would be here again. Even if every single flower and every single animal should fade away and be forgotten, there would be something that "recollected" how it all looked.
Sophie gazed out into the world. Suddenly a squirrel ran up the trunk of a pine tree. It circled the trunk a few times and disappeared into the branches.
"I've seen you before!" thought Sophie. She realized that maybe it was not the same squirrel that she had seen previously, but that she had seen the same "form." For all she knew, Plato could have been right. Maybe she really had seen the eternal "squirrel" before- in the world of ideas, before her soul had taken residence in a human body.
Could it be true that she had lived before? Had her soul existed before it got in a body to move around in? And was it really true that she carried a little golden nugget inside her- a jewel that cannot be corroded by time, a soul that would live on when her body grew old and died?"
-Jostein Gaarder, Sophie's World

Wednesday, 3 December 2008


A young kid sings ' We Are the World' -tries to at least- on the bus which I'm on with that pesky little kid I have to tutor four times a week (every afternoon except Thursday, from 5:30 to 6:30) (in practise, 'til 7:00, plus the 40 minute trip back).
Boy: Mira, mamá, casi me lo aprendo entero.
(Through the corner of my eye I see he has a sheet with what I imagine are lyrics.)

Send them your heart /So they'll know that someone cares /And their lives will be stronger and free /As God has shown us by turning stone to bread /So we all must lend a helping hand. In choppy English.

Mother: Pués si que lo escriben distinto a como lo pronuncian.

When you're down and out /There seems no hope at all /But if you just believe /There's no way we can fall /Well, well, well, well, let us realize /That a change will only come /When we stand together as one

Somewhere somebody laughs.

Saturday, 29 November 2008


"My mind was filled with that great song 'Lover Man' as Billie Holiday sings it; I had my own concert in the bushes. 'Someday we'll meet, and you'll dry all my tears, and whisper sweet, little things in my ear, hugging and a-kissing, oh what we've been missing. Lover Man, oh where can you be...' It's not the words so much as the great harmonic tune and the way Billie sings it, like a woman stroking her man's hair in soft lamplight. The winds howled. I got cold. "
- Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Thursday, 27 November 2008

Quoting the Ramones...

When I'm goin' home
Whiskey bottles
Movie on T.V.
Memories make me cry
And I'm alone
Just me

Just me.

Saturday, 22 November 2008

Talking on a chilly autumn night.

SN: Yeah, that's what I was saying before... I'm not sure I've done everything I needed to do in this visit. I've seen some people enough, like -----; okay, she's my friend pero I don't plan on being so close to her. And ----, I slept over at her house and we were able to talk so I had enough time to be with her.

(It was 9:30, dark already, chilly, and everyone had left. We had stopped by Pans for a second to get a drink, and were sitting down on a bench, finally having the one-on-one time we had planned for.)

SN: But then, Felii!, you and ------, I don't feel I had enough time with you guys! Well, with ------ I think it was just right. We were able to talk and enjoy and-

FA: Yeah, and maybe too much time would have been bad for you both.

SN: No, I don't think so... Yeah, but the time was perfect, I think. Yes, it was perfect. But with you we never had that Feli and Shai time we were looking forward to! I just feel that we could have done so much more.

FA: But it's been like this since the beginning, we've never had enough time to enjoy our friendship. I dunno, since we met it's been the same.

SN: Yeah... I'll visit again, though, Feli. And you have to promise me that you'll come to Israel!

FA: Of course I shall, Shai.

(We momentarily debated plane ticket prices.)

FA: Yeah, we've got all our lives to be friends.

Dedicated to a great friend who just visited and who gave me a wonderful conversation, as short as it may have been.

Thursday, 20 November 2008

Here Comes the Sun.

Estoy muerto; igualmente saldre a cenar hoy, a un restaurante indonesio en Plaça Catalunya. A ver a una amiga que visita, y que se ira el domingo.
Good food, good friends, I'll have a good time.
Even so, I have a lot on my mind, as always... But I'm much better, really.
No se, physical evidence may deny it but I think I'm better.
As always, I feel like an idiot; but now I'm more hopeful?
Or maybe not. I'm still really sad...
Necesito una larga caminata a solas.

Monday, 17 November 2008

Quoting the Beatles...

And when the broken-hearted people living in the world agree,
There will be an answer;
Let it be.

Sunday, 16 November 2008


I cant see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I say.
You can call it lack of confidence
But to carry on living doesnt make no sense...
-Sting and the Police, Can't Stand Losing You

Back from the IMUN trip to Lisbon, Portugal. Had loads of fun, and learned quite a lot. Can't wait for another one.

I'm feeling slightly heartbroken and slightly optimistic... Some readers might know why.

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

Un Relato

"Me da un euro?"
No, I don't have, really. I check my pockets, maybe I do. I'm a sucker for people who ask for coins. Then I think Gee maybe it wasn't such an innocent proposal as it seemed. Like this one guy, a black man with a face that screamed weed, who asked for spare change for food and I said he could have the product I had just ordered from the food machine. "No worry, no worry, have a nice week, nice week, yes."
The Man Who Asked Me for a Euro goes to the next person on the streetcar, a woman on the foldable bench horizontally opposite to me. I too am on a foldable bench.
"Me da un euro?"
"Bueno, gracias."
He walks another half a meter, disappearing from my peripheral vision into another wagon. I hear his voice, asking for the time, and another voice stating the fact that it's 7:30.
He walks across my wagon again.
And again.
The Man Who Asked Me for a Euro again asks someone else For the Time.
I think this is a good moment to describe The Man: he was of standard height, weight-wise on the chubby side. Black hair, pale skin and a sad face - an innocent face, for that matter. One that didn't realise people stared.
The streetcar stops, some step out, new people step in, and The Man Who Asked Me for a Euro proceeds to ask other people the same two questions he had been repeating all afternoon. He once again disappears from my sight. (Also, I'm reading a recollection of some of Truman Capote's descriptions of- celebrities?- no, intellectuals, so my full attention isn't focused on The Man.)
(I finish the description of Tennessee Williams. Love that guy.)
I look up, and then recall the existence of The Man. He is two meters away, asking a woman facing my way for the time.
"Perdon, que hora es?"
"Ia se lo dije hase sinco minutos."
A rude Columbian accent. True though, was that The Man had asked for the time near 15 times already in a span of 15 minutes, and obtained quite a few responses. The Man Who Asked Me for a Euro comes my way.
"Perdon, que hora es?"
I don't know. Really, I honestly don't know. I'm so useless. I flash a semi-friendly semi-I'm-sorry-I'm-of-no-use-whatsoever smile. I glance at my book for a millisecond, and smile again.
"Perdone, Señor, me da un beso?"
No, haha, but thank you. I give another smile, this time shy but still honest. The tram stops once more, Zona Universitaria. The Man Who Asked Me for a Euro, the Time and a Kiss steps out. He says goodbye, one foot in and one foot out of the streetcar, by asking the crisp air outside for the time.

Monday, 10 November 2008

New URL:


Just thought it was time for a change. To me, it evokes breeziness, contentness, peace. I'm really content.
(Strange how such a simple thing can make someone so happy. Now is this sad or actually relieving?)

I used to walk in the shade,
With those blues on
But I'm not afraid,
'Cause this rover
Just crossed over.

-Frank Sinatra, Sunny Side of the Street


"For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone"
-Audrey Hepburn

Just a Perfect day

Just want to say that what I miss most at this moment is someone to talk to, that can give me support, or just listen.

I've been missing that 'friend' figure for a really long time, and I feel that lately I'm not taken seriously by anyone.

No adequate responses are formulated, and sometimes no response is needed! I don't want a forced answer when you can just give a hug.

I despise this. And I hate the fact that adults just consider us 'hormonal adolescents'. Pardon me if you're cold, boring adults. Keep your judgement to yourself. Experience is not always the key ingredient to wisdom. What bothers me most is that I might think likewise in a few years.
I hope I don't lose the last bit of fiery spirit I have left.

Though lately I feel that due to the lack of any support, it is slowly dwindling.

Thank you for listening.

Just a perfect day,
you made me forget myself
I thought I was someone else,
Someone good...

Sunday, 9 November 2008

Yo homes, smell ya later!

In west Philadelphia, born and raised
On the playground is where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool,
And I was shooting some b-ball outside of the school.
(new shoes)

Friday, 7 November 2008

"For millions of years flowers have been producing thorns. For millions of years sheep have been eating them all the same. And it's not serious, trying to understand why flowers go to such trouble to produce thorns that are good for nothing? It's not important, the war between the sheep and the flowers?... Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, even without realizing what he's doing - that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself, 'My flower's up there somewhere...' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important?'"
- Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince

developing my previous ideas...

-felipe- outside the barracks, by the cornerlight dice:
pero bueno
-felipe- outside the barracks, by the cornerlight dice:
si eso te sirve
-felipe- outside the barracks, by the cornerlight dice:
yo no puedo vivir asi
-felipe- outside the barracks, by the cornerlight dice:
pero si te hace sentir mejor
-felipe- outside the barracks, by the cornerlight dice:
he concluido que soy demasiado egoista para que alguien me ame
-felipe- outside the barracks, by the cornerlight dice:
porque yo tengo mucho amor que dar
-felipe- outside the barracks, by the cornerlight dice:
pero absorbo mucho amor
-felipe- outside the barracks, by the cornerlight dice:
necesito la atencion
-felipe- outside the barracks, by the cornerlight dice:
necesito la devocion
-felipe- outside the barracks, by the cornerlight dice:
entonces no se
-felipe- outside the barracks, by the cornerlight dice:
soy demasiado egoista para que alguien me quiera

Thursday, 6 November 2008

Note to self:

You're too selfish to be loved by anyone.

You don't let yourself be loved.

You need to be loved.

Nobody loves you enough.

Hope this nobody finds you soon, for your sake.

Tuesday, 28 October 2008


"I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so eventually you learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together."
- Marilyn Monroe

Saturday, 18 October 2008

Bugler tonight, don't play the call to arms

Lili Marlen fue una canción de origen alemán (basada en un poema escrito por un soldado) que pronto se extendio y fue cantada por soldados de todas las nacionalidades en la segunda guerra mundial.
Solo viene a demostrar que quizás los alemanes y los aliados tenian más en común de lo que pensaron, que en el fondo todos somos humanos. No existe ni el bien ni el mal, por lo menos no en terminos de 'una persona malvada'.
Y si piensas que matar a un hermano es justificable, no sabría que decir.

Marlene Dietrich tiene grabadas una versión en alemán y otra en inglés, aunque hay grabaciones incontables, para él que le interese.

La guerra nunca tiene justificación.

Lili Marleen

Outside the barracks, by the cornerlight
I'll always stand and wait for you at night.
We will create a world for two,
I'll wait for you, the whole night through.
For you, Lili Marleen.
For you, Lili Marleen.

Bugler tonight, don't play the call to arms
I want to spend another evening with her charms.
Then we will say goodbye and part,
I'll always keep you in my heart.
With me, Lili Marleen.
With me, Lili Marleen.

Give me a rose, to show how much you care,
Tie to the stem a lock of golden hair.
Surely tomorrow you'll feel blue,
But then will come a love that's new.
For you, Lili Marleen.
For you, Lili Marleen.

When we are marching, in the mud and cold,
And when my pack seems more than I can hold
My love for you renews my might;
I'm warm again, my pack is light.
It's you, Lili Marleen.
It's you, Lili Marleen.

Wednesday, 15 October 2008

Wish You Were Here.

Stare blankly into space,

fly across the sun

You have lost face

you are loved by noone.

Land your trust,

lost its trace

Others' memories turn to dust

somewhere in some other place.

Sad spectacle of the human race...

-Something I worked on in math class...

Sunday, 12 October 2008

Funeral Blues

W.H. Auden (1907-1973)

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Sunday, 28 September 2008

I've been everywhere.

Menos mal que he acabado la tarea de Castellano.

Ah, y sin ideas o tiempo para escribir, disculpen

Sunday, 7 September 2008

Cigarette Holder

"I love you like the stars above, I love you 'til I die."
-Dire Straits, Romeo and Juliet

Tuesday, 26 August 2008

Oh, Cielos.


"I get so tired when I have to explain,
When you're so far away from me.
See you been in the sun and I've been in the rain,
And you're so far away from me."
-Dire Straits, So Far Away

Tuesday, 15 July 2008

Sorry for the Disturbance

Disculpen las molestias causadas por mi ausencia estas previas semanas, he estado en italia. Vuelvo con mucho material del cual escribir.

Wednesday, 11 June 2008

Why do you wanna tell me how to live my life?

Me desespera no poder salir al acabar un examen. Suelo terminar media hora, cuarenta y cinco minutos antes de la hora en que termina oficialmente la examinación, y lo único que hago es observar la pared, el reloj, el profesor, el reloj, la pared, el profesor, un ciclo vicioso. Se me caen los libros al suelo, todos miran. Perdón, susurro. Hago intentos fallidos de ponerme el auricular del ipod en la oreja, y vuelvo a mirar al profesor. Que, me doy cuenta, me observa a mi.

El profesor, o mas bién dicho la profesora, en este caso es la profesora de psicología, vigila a los examinados e impresiona el descaro con el que analiza a algunos alumnos de la clase. Después de la caida de mis libros y varias señas a compañeros que también han acabado la prueba, parece ser que esta ha tenido suficiente tiempo como para obtener un crudo perfil psicológico de mi ser, e intenta esclarecer algunos detalles observando intensamente ( entrecerrando los ojos, para precisar) el tamaño de mi craneo o la posición en que me siento.

O eso, o le remuerde el aburrimiento, como a mi.

Shining like a diamond,
Rolling with the dice,
Standing on a ledge
I show the wind how to fly

If the world gets in my face, I say:


-Bon Jovi, Have a Nice Day

Rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone

In the midst of exam week, mañana es el último día. Overall estoy confident de como me fue.

Monday: History, Chemistry
Tuesday: World Lit
Wednesday: Maths, Historia de España
Mañana: Castellano, Physics

Monday, 9 June 2008

Cocktails and Laughters

Inaugurando un nuevo blog, time for a fresh start.

"Though you're a child, dear, your life is a wild typhoon..."
-Poor Little Rich Girl, Count Basie

Poor little rich kid.