There are many things I like about big cities… diverse population (all races and religions meet), lots of activities to do throughout the day (musicals, movies, live shows, music concerts, plays…), easy connections to other places and last but definitely not least variety of restaurants.
And by variety I’m not talking about price and size (that’s true too). By variety I mean being able to eat Chinese, Thai, Ethiopian, Moroccoan, Mexican or Indian food if I feel like it. I wish we had that in Irun, but unfortunately there’s no such variety here. And I so miss eating food from other countries. Biarritz is the only city nearby that gives me the opportunity of being able to try different meals from time to time, but I don’t know if it’s because I’ve got to drive there or because the eating times are different in France, I don’t really go there. I should, I really should. I’ve been wanting to eat Indian for quite a while… I got to eat Thai last Sunday and I was so missing those delicious rolls, tasty chicken with curry and all those spicy foods they serve.
I hope that the immigrants that have decided to stay in Irun will open up different restaurants in the city. It would be nice to have the choice of eating different types of food every now and them.
Ok, now I’m going home for lunch… talking about food has made my stomach feel hungry…
A brief note to write about Barack Obama winning the elections. Yes we can and Change we need were the slogans of his campaign, a campaign that has had a very intense coverage in Spain. Senator, now president elect, Barack Obama won the elections to John McCain last night. Now I’m hoping a new era will begin after Bush’s administration. I’m hopeful about it.
Have you ever thought how important kisses are? And even more, how important GOOD kisses are? How a GOOD kiss can increase that chemistry with that possible Mr. Right or the opposite, make things go wo wo wo .
I’ve been talking a lot about kisses lately. Types of kisses, working on a studio session based on kisses, chemistry and kisses… a lot could be said about them.
When they ask you, what traits do you look for in a man… I always think of eyes, smile, hands, hair color… and then, after that first good impression, I think about kisses. How will we click after that first kiss. And when that happens and the kissing is good, or better than good, it’s like that connection that just started blossoms automatically.
I love kissing and to be kissed, but I’ve got to feel comfortable about it. There’s got to be something special… Anyway, here’s a good kiss:
Sí… pero no tengo ni pulmonía, ni bronquitis, ni gripe, ni nada por el estilo… me han contagiado esta real unionitis aguda que ahora ‘padecemos’ todos en Irún. Probablemente, el fútbol sea el deporte que menos disfruto viendo en televisión… pero ayer fue inevitable no quedarse plantado delante de la pantalla chica y saltar eufóricamente al escuchar el pitido final.
Al Real Unión de Irún le correspondió enfrentarse ayer al Real Madrid, en dieciseisavos de la Copa del Rey. Soñar, de momento, es gratuito y aunque una victoria parecía imposible, creo que a todos los iruneses en algún momento del día se nos ocurrió pensar que, tal vez, el Unión podía darle un pequeño susto al Madrid. Y vaya si se lo dio. El equipo local le plantó cara al ‘galáctico’ y consiguió ganar 3-2!
Menuda gesta la del equipo txuribeltz. En casa, las doce personas que nos encontrábamos viendo el partido, no pudimos reprimir la emoción cuando el árbitro dio por concluido el partido y el Real Unión se hizo con una muy merecida victoria.
En fin, que hoy sólo se ha hablado del 3-2 en la redacción… claro que en la mayoría de los medios se ha dado importancia al síncope sufrido por un jugador del equipo visitante, supongo que para dejar en segundo plano que el Real Madrid (aunque con suplementes) fue incapaz de ganar a un equipo de Segunda B. De Segunda B sí, pero un equipo histórico.
Y no soy futbolera, ya lo he dicho. Sigo este deporte por mi hermana, pero qué le voy a hacer… tengo real unionitis aguda y no hay remedio para esta ‘enfermedad’. ¡Aupa Unión!
Estabas muy cerca. Sólo
nos separaban diez ríos,
tres idiomas, dos fronteras:
cuatro días de ti a mí.
Pero tú te me acercabas
-circos azules en el aire-
con el tonelete en blanco
en la mano el balancín
sonriente en el alambre.
Por el alambre, en la noche,
sin ver nada, te acercabas,
a oscuras, derecho, a mí.
Me decías: “Aquí estoy.
Aquí”.
Me llegabas,
en el alambre, por tu voz.
El mundo era, aquí, tu voz.
¡Qué ojos sin color, qué boca
sin trazo, qué carne ausente
de lo blanco, de lo rosa,
qué tú deshecho, tu voz!
Te empezabas a morir
en la soledad de la noche,
de distancias, de no ver.
En ser ya sólo una voz,
desde lejos, por el aire,
te empezabas a morir
Y todo, todo en el aire,
tú en unas tierras, aquí
yo en unas tierras, allí,
tan de color de distancia,
tan azules, que eran cielos.
Todo por el aire: aquel
jirón tan desesperado
de ti, tu voz, por el aire.
Por el aire los alambres
en donde ibas a callar.
En donde ibas a morirte.
Porque no te morirías,
ninfa ahora, en fabulosa
hierba de mito. Sí en cama
de acero tenso, en alambre
por el aire,
al callar te morirías,
tú, vividor en tu voz.
It sometimes happens that you look at the mirror and don’t see yourself. Just a reflection of the person you think you are. But then again, it sometimes happens that you look at someone and find yourself in that person. It’s like a mirror. It’s not you and you’re aware of that, but you find so many resemblances in that person that you can’t help but wonder if (s)he the reflection of yourself.
Let me explain. I was introduced to this wonderful person I’m talking about a year ago. I believe it was around Christmas time (yes, December 25th… I was celebrating an early birthday then) that briefly I spoke to her for the very first time. And you know when you sometimes have that feeling, that good feeling about a person you barely know? I got that feeling that day. We just exchanged a few words, but I thought… she’s a something. I got her energy, ’cause let me tell you she’s a very energic person. And her smile gave me good vibes.
We didn’t speak much to each other afterwards. Just exchanged a few more phrases along the year whenever I ran into her or went to the place where she works. But I liked her already.
I’m really starting to believe that everything happens for a reason (he who said that to me once must’ve been right for once) and I believe her and I were meant to meet each other somewhere down the road.
It’s only been about three weeks since we ‘met’ again. It was at the dance class, I was happy to see her there. She’s friends of the teacher too, it was her sister who after all introduced us a year ago. Anyway, we soon connected and now that I’m getting to know her I feel I’m looking at a mirror whenever I speak to her. We’ve gone through very similar situations in life, we share some very similar dreams and interests, have the same passions. I think we really understand each other and that’s what makes this connection so special.
So, that’s her… or… me maybe? That’s us. Like she said to me a week ago, I hope this is nothing but the beginning of a beautiful friendship Gigy, you really are a something.
Filed under: blog, música — maider.izeta @ 9.17 am
Another childhood dream of mine (God, I’ve got so many!). I’ve always wanted to know how to dance. Up to this day, I’ve always moved my body to the beat of the music… hips to the left, hips to the right… one step forward, one step back… but that was basically it. Well, while spending a summer in Virginia, I got to learn how to dance cha-cha-cha, but I only remember a couple of steps now.
Anyway, dancing… this is probably one of the goals I had set this year and that I’ve managed to achieve. All of my other goals went down the drain… such a fantastic year… but learning how to dance makes up for all the other stuff. Really. I’ve started taking dance lessons and I just love it. For an hour and a half I don’t worry about anything but all those steps I have to memorize and reproduce with my body.
And I think about movies like Step Up. I always wanted to dance like them… I know I’ll never get to move such way, but I’ll least I know how to move to that beat. I love it, I love it, I love it! It’s fun, I exercise a lot, I sweat, I move and I release so much tension.
Siento estar tan vaga estas semanas… ha sido un mes especialmente intenso, por decirlo de alguna manera, y no mw he visto con ganas suficientes para escribir. Dejo esta canción que me enganchó hace ya cinco años… Ayer la volví a escuchar y me hizo llorar una vez más.
I’m sorry I’m so lazy these days… it’s been an intense, to say shomething, month and I really haven’t found myself with the will to writing a few lines here. Here’s a song I was hooked on five years ago and that I listened to again yesterday, made me cry once again.
Quisiera ser el aire que respiras
Quisiera ser el rizo de tu pelo
Quisiera ser tu séptimo sentido
Quisiera ser un voltio en tu bombillo
Y prender el alba
y amasar la noche
y salir contigo disfrazado de horizonte
Quisiera que me hablaras cuando callaras
O al menos ser el nudo en tu garganta
Quisiera ser la silla que te aguanta
Tu zafacón de besos escondidos
Y contar contigo
Y doblar las calles
Y sembrar guayabas
Y soñar con mil detalles
Quisiera ay tantas cosas mas quisiera
Quisiera ay tantas cosas mas quisiera
Revelar tus ojos
celebrar tu nombre
y salir contigo
disfrazado de horizonte
Quisiera ser el asa de tus ojos
el calcio que te dan tus vitaminas
Tu ruta cuando cruzas la neblina
y el cordón umbilical de tus zapatos
Y contar contigo
y doblar las calles
y sembrar guayabas
y soñar con mil detalles
Quisiera ay tantas cosas mas quisiera
Quisiera ay tantas cosas mas quisiera
Revelar tus ojos
celebrar tu nombre
y salir contigo
disfrazado de horizonte
Quisiera ay tantas cosas mas quisiera
Quisiera ay tantas cosas mas quisiera
Quisiera ay tantas cosas mas quisiera
Quisiera ay tantas cosas mas quisiera
I’d been a long time since I last included a song over here… I recently watched a scottish-indian movie called ‘Nina’s heavenly delights’ and this song was included in the soundtrack. I like her voice and the first seconds of the track where you can listen to the acoustic guitar.
P.S.: I know the video has nothing to do with the song, as it shows images of Grey’s Anatomy… but that’s all I found.
I was told today that to feel that my life is complete I have to plant a tree (done it), have a child (someday), write a book (it’s my plan to do so) and travel on a hot-air balloon (recently achieved it). So, according to what I have been told I am 50% complete. Maybe I should start focusing on that other 50% now that I am halfway there.
I have always wanted to write a book. And I started a couple of novels, but for some reason I always stopped after reaching X pages. I once thought it would be funny to write about what life is like for a lefty (yes, I am left-handed). People do not notice, but it ain’t easy for us out there. But since we just represent 10% of the humanity, I thought it would be useless to write about it. A year ago, I started writing a novel based on something that happened to me in real life. I wrote 140 pages and stopped. Maybe someday in the future I will conclude that book. And just as I returned from my trip to Turkey, I thought about writing about another topic. I might start doing some research and see what I get out of it. Even if it does not end up being a novel, it’ll be useful to learn some new stuff. (I have written a couple of short stories, if I put them all together would they count as a book?)
As for the child issue… of course I would love to become a mother someday. A lot of the people I know that are hitting their thirties are pregnant these days. I just ran into one of them earlier today. She looked gorgeous, with her new hairdo, the baggy pink blouse and baggy black pants. Pregnant women look gorgeous. So… hopefully I will fullfil those two goals some time in the future and be complete .
Seriously… one is complete if he/she achieves those dreams he once had. Doesn’t necessarily have to be planting a tree… I just found the comment funny.
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