Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

I'm leaving to Sevilla until the third, time during which I'll try to get online, but if I do it won't be frequently or for long. So... Have a happy Christmas, a happy new year and I'll see some of you when I get back!!

William Eggleston

Felipe wishes he could take colour photographs like this. Someday.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

You're so nice and you're so smart,

You're such a good friend I've got to break your heart

I'll tell you that I love you, then I'll tear your world apart,

Just pretend I didn't tear your world apart.

-Kimya Dawson, So Nice, So Smart

The tree is up, this year we have tacky 'tienda de 20 duros' lights, they shimmer in every colour possible (purple?) and drive me crazy, and all our decorations are 8 years old and broken, but we make it look great anyways, with an shitload of fake snow which left the house smelling toxic for days. The tree also has candy canes--- well, had. I've stolen around 20, and my sister admitted she has too, so now there's around two left, but not for long. We'll buy more soon. They're the real kind, peppermint, and I love sucking on them until it forms a little step when you remove the plastic further up. Then you make a next step, and a next step, and soon the edge is really sharp and stings your tongue, or breaks and you have to start over.

Yesterday I had my first starbucks hot chocolate with caramel of the year, while I was studying for midterms with Olga. I was waiting especially for the cold and yesterday was the perfect chance. Though today is colder. It's so cold outside, you can feel your bones under your fingers. Your nose gets numb, your hands are red, your breath is white. Drafts of cold seep up your tattered pants, your legs freeze.

On the streets, the christmas markets are being assembled where there once were construction sites, and all the stores are decorated. Some streets look really pretty with their lights up too, Urgell has Christmas foods up. Champagne, turkey, roscón de reyes... It's really friendly. Passeig de Gracia has neon chandeliers, ranging from the Corte Ingles, decorated with giant snowflakes, all the way up to the diagonal.

Sick :(

Amor,
by Felipe Alvarez de Toledo

Al despertar en plena noche
en medio de la oscuridad,
inhalas, y no puedes respirar;
Te intentan robar la vida
las láminas de saliva y
de flema que se forjan al tragar,

Y solo te puedes esperar
a que venga El Amanecer,
para enlazar palabras mudas
Y rezar que sepan entender,
trayendo rayos de promesas
a tu voz altiva que no logra gritar.


I shall be pretentious and title this poem 'Amor'.


:)
But it also describes my current feverish and swollen-tonsilled state!
(Extra extra long weekend, I'm taking a sick day tomorrow)

Update: During my sick day, Your photostream 183 items / 3,013 views
Yess!! Flickr reached three thousand.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/shoot_theradio/

In that small café, the park across the way,

I'll be seeing you

In all the old familiar places

That this heart of mine embraces

All day throooughh

The children's carrousels,

The chestnut trees,

The wishing well...

-Billie Holiday, I'll be seeing you