Cuando me echo a la calle, vida mía,
se paran el reloj y los calendarios.
Los andenes son todo despedidas,
TU NOMBRE ya no está en el diccionario. . .

It's needed to sweat it, like you sweat in a summer day, like the coat that is oppresive . . .

I am carrying the sun as hand luggage, I came here without thinking a lot about it...
I imagine you there, saying goodbye to me and I've got a knot in my stomach that tightens . . .I've got a forced smile and the soul a little bit in cautiousness. . .
Because my boats were knocked down
and I was left floating in open sea. . .

If you forget me you will live a quiet life, you will have plans and future projects, if you forget me there won't be whirlpools nor emotional ups and downs...
Because the moment when we met came in the middle of a storm and even though my sails were heading for you my direction was still . . .

If you forget me you will live in peace, but you will not be loved by anyone as I can. . .

How to know when you are wrong . . .

- And how u will know that u are wrong?
- 'Cause I will try it till I'll realize that maybe its not worth anymore . . . Then, I'll stop. The time will tell me. But meanwhile, if there is any sign that could make me have at least the feeling that it will worth, I will go on, keepin the hope I am not wrong at all . . .
- Your hope is what is carrying u on . . . I mean, you are crazy. . .
-I've never said I wasn't. . .

Los astros

Eres como el café amargo por las mañanas, que me sabe dulce aún sin tener azúcar, y para seguir el día me es tan necesario . . . Eres como ese amor de las películas, que se va, pero que siempre vuelve tarde o temprano.
Eres como eso que se queda sin hacer pero sigue en tu mente dando vueltas, como una tarea inacabada, tú eres eso que al final vuelves a recordar, aquello que tenías pendiente pero no olvidado.
Eres como las palomas en el parque, todas juntas y revoloteando, no siempre que llego están ahí, pero cuando llego me alegro de verlas y ellas de verme a mí, como un huracán de plumas, como su vuelo alto. Eres como la mermelada de moras que hago en los Pirineos, fresca y dulce, pero nunca se empudrece, su concentración en sacarosa no permite crecer a los hongos, no hay nada que destruya su impecable sabor, no hay nada que modifique lo dulce de tus labios, de la poesía de tu mirada, ni el tiempo que no te haya probado, ni miles de solitarias mañanas.
Eres como el sol cuando se pone, que deja brillar todo a su esplendor anaranjado. Dejas que ilumine la luna, más blanca, más hermosa, más alta, radiante, para hechizar el mar, ciclar el ritmo de las mareas, y alumbrar con su blanco halo todo de pureza, de alegría inmaculada.
Tú eres ese sol, que esperas a que la luna haga su magia, para volver a aparecer, más tarde, más brillante, más caliente, más fuerte.... Pero nunca a la misma vez. Siempre con biorritmos distintos, nunca coincidiendo en el tiempo, ni el espacio, tú en el día, yo en la noche, si trazáramos una línea bajo la Tierra, las antípodas nos unirían como un lazo, despegados, tan lejos y tan cerca, tan unidos, tan separados, tan deprisa y tan despacio....
Pero hay que recordar que alguna vez esa luna y ese sol se unieron en un eclipse eterno, fogoso, excéntrico, menudo, natural, desorganizado, colosal, incierto pero exacto.

Y volverá a ocurrir, aún no se sabe cuando.

Es la magia, de los astros. . .

Transeúnte

He estado en tantos sitios, he tenido tantas dudas, he querido volar tan alto, he imaginado esos ojos reflejados en la luna, tantas y tantas veces, que ahora, cansada, desde tan lejos, me agoto de no tener de nuevo esas esperanzas, de ver de nuevo esa mirada, de subir, de bajar, de buscar, dónde estuviste este tiempo, que ya no formas parte de mí, ni de nada, que este andar por el mundo no es más que esta sin respuesta, de buscarme a mí misma, de encontrarme en las calles de Lisboa, de Milán, de Madrid, perdida . . . . De la ausencia de este todo, del frío y la ingrata compañía de este nada. . . Acuérdate de quien se acuerda de ti, llegaré lejos sí. . . Pero empapada... empapada de sueños, de recuerdos, de añorar pieles y momentos, de sentir vacíos inmensos, como casas abandonadas. . . De jugar al azar contando los años que me lleven de nuevo, al mar, de nuestro encuentro, sin más. . . Sólo con dos pares de alas . . .

Broken halos that used to shine . . .

Today my post is not for anybody or any concrete situation but for all of them . . . 

All the situations that make you think about ... "you know... that could be me . . ." Like this helicopter that you see taking off . . . Suddenly is up there. . . In the high clouds . . . And then is even higher. . . Till you can't really see how far it is . . . Or how big is the distance that separate yourself from it . . . Where is it going? . . . That could be you, just taking off suddenly to go far, higher, taking risks and forgetting about the little pieces of you that you are leaving here, downthere, in the earth . . . To make yourself be elevated . . . Like in another level, like flying, like human birds, like angels . . . But then, you remember that once your halo was broken . . . And maybe it is unrepairable . . Maybe . . . 

Till you see yourself again going far, and higher from this crowd . . . Flying . . .  

"Fear of the unknown is the greatest fear of all, but I just went for it"

So, yesterday I was watching the movie 180º South, which I had to say I "borrowed" from the Couchsurfing profile of an American friend of mine, who is also a traveler and who can speak also Spanish and English, as he was living in Costa Rica :). I really enjoyed the movie as it was showing me all the same that I find in most of places whenever I travel, you can really approach to the new culture you are knowing just listening to the local people. You can learn from their history, their past, their gastronomy, their landscapes, their threats (that they´ve suffered).  . . So, I would say, the most important thing to travel is to have very good ears. A person that travel without listening is like a blind that is going through a desert, without seeing anything, he could die of thirst until he feel how the thorns of some cactus are pricking him/her, then could try to open it and find some water inside, but it would be too dangerous, and at the end the water that would drink would not be enough according to the blood that would have lost with the pricks. . . So, if for one second we are able to open our eyes and see that in fact, we are sourrounded by cactus, we just have to go to them and take the most advantage of their water . . . Is the same that if we go to places and don´t listen to indigenous people, to locals. . . If you just travel without taking the time to seat next to them, you would be the same blind in the desert . . . There won´t be any water for you even if you liked the experience of running these beautiful landscapes . . . Because the water is inside, so you may have to be meticulous to reach it without pricking yourself, you have to be wise to find the interior treasure of every culture. As it was sayed once, "the essential is invisible to the eyes". 

Also I was shocked to find myself so identified with the main character and with his feelings, as in example, when he was in Rupa Nai (Easter islands), he had exactly the same feelings that I could had in some other remote Pacific Polinesian islands, such as the Hawaiian archipielago. . . Or in some other places that you could never had imagine that you were gonna be, like the rainforests of the Chiriquí mountains in Panamá, or the Caribbean archipielago of Bocas del Toro, where I felt in love with a beach (Playa de las Estrellas, or Stars Beach). You know that you really love there, and you try to promise yourself that you will come back, even if you know that there is a high chance that you betray yourself . . . But that´s the price you have to pay to know such an amount of indescriptible places in the world, that sometimes maybe you will betray yourself . . . But you will be a creature full of freedom and empty of fears. . . Whenever you travel, you catch buses, you have to ask and trust people, you have to check timetables, you have to rush . . . But, for me is better to find myself full of calm, to breath and say: "Allright, I don´t have any idea where the hell I am..." So, that´s when the adventure begins . . .Even if you don´t know how to take the next step, the next conection, the next transport, even if you won´t be able to point yourself in a map  . . . ¿So what? Remember that you don´t really have a home to come back, so you are now part of this adventure, you cannot feel that you would be "safer" at home, because now your home is the road, is the people that you met, their advices trying to help you, the gentle breeze whispering in your face, is that woman that sells you fruit in a corner, or that child that asks you for coins . . .There is nothing to be afraid of, you have to feel yourself part of this reality, part of this environment, we are all animals, part of this world, we can adaptate ourselves wherever we go . . . That´s the main thought that is inside of me when I see myself alone in that point, when I don´t know which way to take, when the adventure starts. . . You have two options, let the panic let in, or let the calm invade yourself and try it again . . . That´s what made me a traveler, when I realized that I never had any fear of getting lost myself anymore, as I realized that we are all lost, but we are finding ourselves in the way.

So, whenever you see a foreigner travelling, you could tell she/he is a traveler by looking at her/his eyes. If you don´t see any fear, then, she/he is.