The butterfly effect of a buckle

I arrived at the station forty-three minutes before the time of the train's departure. Enough time to have a good breakfast that would later make its sleeping effect and I could sleep the two and a half hours of travel that lasted the journey Barcelona-Madrid. At the end of my breakfast I went to pass the passenger control and I passed it without any problem.

I enjoyed reading Peter Svansen's latest book, "The Deck" until I began to notice a stir around me and that stir became a public address warning that we had to leave the station as quickly as possible.

The passengers were panicked because there was a rumor that there was a bomb somewhere in the station. Everyone started to run as if they had two seconds left to live and as they say, fear is free and so much so that it is free, because some ran terrified pushing to get out of the potential hell as soon as possible. I left the station without haste, but without pause.

I was out of the station for over an hour not knowing what had happened, with the only information that the evacuation had been for a bomb warning. With more calm and through the digital newspapers we find out what had been the reason and it had been none other than a belt buckle shaped like a grenade that had passed the relevant controls. I had time to go into the Cabify application to suspend the contracted service and wait to know at what time I would resume my trip to Madrid.

When I knew the departure time of my train, I re-entered the Cabify application and hired a service. After four and a quarter hours I was able to take the fast train to Madrid.

When I arrived in the capital of Madrid, Cabify's car was waiting for me outside the station that would take me to my destination. During the journey I asked him why he had a black loop on the vehicle's antenna and the driver replied because a colleague had had a fatal accident in the morning on his way back from Atocha station. A truck had skipped a stop and threw it. I don't know why I asked him if he knew the license of the driver who had died.  He said yes and gave it to me. I opened the application and it was the driver who had to pick me up if I had arrived on time in Madrid.

I didn't say anything to the driver. I made the tour thinking about the coincidences of life, as if a simple object: a buckle shaped like a grenade could change so many things, because if the security guard had detected it, I would have taken the fast train without any problem, I would have arrived in Madrid at the scheduled time and the driver of Cabify would not have died run over by the truck because everything would have changed.

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Flores de invierno

Fotografía sacada con un teléfono móvil Acer Liquid Z630

El invierno ya está aquí con todo lo que eso conlleva; ya saben frío y más frío, aunque en Gran Canaria estamos viviendo un tiempo magnífico para estar, a estas horas de mañana, en la playa disfrutando del mar y del sol.

Fotografía sacada con un teléfono móvil Acer Liquid Z630

Con todo ello seguimos con las flores, que algunas de ellas desafían a las bajas temperaturas, como esta margarita con un espectacular color rosa que estaba en el patio de la casa de un amigo al que fui a visitar antes del día de Navidad. La flores no pierden la oportunidad de enseñarnos sus maravillas; no necesitan más que un poco de agua y sol.

Me llamó mucho la atención, como siempre, la curiosa combinación de colores, rosa y el intenso amarillo del polen, dispuesto a que los insectos polinizadores lleguen hasta ella para perpetuar la especie. Así que no pude resistirme a sacarle un primer plano. La condiciones de luz eran óptimas y la candidata posaba para ser fotografiada; no podía perder la oportunidad.

¿Qué he visto en Netflix? Roma de Alfonso Cuarón

Fuente

OPINIÓN

Hoy terminé de ver Roma de Alfonso Cuarón en Netflix y la verdad es que cuando comencé a verla no tenía muchas esperanzas de que me gustara, pero a medida que la película iba avanzando, me terminó por conquistar, ya no solo la historia de las dos mujeres, trabajadora del hogar y su jefa, sino por la forma que tiene Cuarón de contarnos una historia común, pero con una profundidad que te deja pasmado.

Luego la filmación el blanco y negro, que te lleva, desde el minuto uno, a ponerte en línea con lo que te quiere contar el director, los planos secuencia que son perfectos, la fotografía no se queda atrás y la utilización magistral del espacio cinematográfico.

Después está lo que nos cuenta Cuarón entre bambalinas, parte de la historia política y social del México de los años 70 que nos acerca, un poco, a entender el México actual.

En definitiva una película para no perdérsela, verla con tranquilidad y disfrutar de todo su arte, que lo tiene y mucho.

FICHA TÉCNICA

Producida: Participant Media - Esperanto Filmoj y distribuida por Netflix.
Dirección y guion: Alfonso Cuarón.
Fecha: 2018.
Reparto: Yalitza Aparicio y Marina de Tavira.
Duración: 135 min.

SINOPSIS

Roma cuenta la historia de Cleo, una joven empleada de hogar que vive, a tiempo completo, en una casa de clase media alta de Mexico y que está al cuidado de cuatro niños, al tiempo que nos cuenta su relación con la señora de la casa, con su familia y con el exterior.

Fuente del vídeo: Netflix

Thanks, Stan Lee

Two months ago Stan Lee, creator of the Hulk, or La Masa as I knew him in the 1970s, died, but he also created Spiderman, Thor, The Avengers and The Fantastic Four.

I have to say that I didn't know who Stan Lee was until many years ago, too many perhaps, but his stories contributed to my having a more transient childhood in the hard years of boarding school.

Looking back over his biography, I read that he wanted to be a writer of successful novels, but never succeeded and dedicated his life to creating one of the most important superhero sagas in comic history; something for which he will always be remembered and for which we can never stop thanking him.

As I said I was an unconditional fan of Hulk, the comic I read the most in my childhood, along with Spiderman and Thor.

I remember that to buy them I collected the little money I made selling copper, lead and cardboard. After reading them, I exchanged them with friends and continued reading the saga of my favorite superhero.

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I won't forget that my years at boarding school were spent reading Stan Lee's comics and that I also spent telling his stories to my boarding school classmates. I still remember sitting them at snack time and while they ate the chocolate bread and drank a bag of three hundred milliliters of fresh milk from Sandra, I would tell them the stories I had read from Hulk, from Spiderman or Thor. Although I have to say that, on more than one occasion, I used my imagination to continue with the stories I read, adding new plots and dialogues.

I've always said that I started out as a writer at boarding school and that my foundations were strengthened by telling the stories of my superheroes and the trailers of the films they exhibited at the Scala cinema in my neighbourhood.

So, in an indirect way, I owe Stan Lee a part of who I am now and how I have to tell the stories I tell.

Thank you, Stan Lee.

Image source: verne.elpais.com

¿Qué he leído? Las dos muertes de Mozart de Joseph Gelinek

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OPINIÓN

Por fin terminé Las dos muertes de Mozart de Joseph Gelinek, una novela que prometía mucho cuando comencé a leerla, pero que se fue diluyendo como un azucarillo a medida que avanzaba en la trama.

La novela se plantea en dos planos temporales distintos, uno en la época en la vivieron Mozart y Salieri y la otra en la actualidad. El relato de la época mozartiana nos cuenta la vicisitudes del padre de Mozart para hacer que su hijo alcance la fama al precio que sea y el relato de la época actual lo narra Laura, ayudante de Teresa, una descendiente de Salieri que está empeñada en demostrar que su antepasado fue uno de los mejores músicos de la época y que no contribuyó a la muerte de Mozart.

Cierto es que la novela, en sentido formal, está bien escrita, con un estilo directo y sencillo, pero la trama hace aguas por todas partes y llega a ser aburrida. Si a esto añadimos la subtrama del sobrino de Teresa tenemos un cóctel difícil de digerir, porque esta parte poco o nada tienes que ver con la trama principal y que si la quitamos o no la leemos, no pasa nada.

Los editores definen la novela como thriller y esta novela es todo, menos un thriller.

FICHA TÉCNICA

Formato: EPUB.
Páginas: 377.
Editorial: Plaza y Janes.
Lengua: CASTELLANO.
ISBN: 9788401020636.

SINOPSIS

Un cadáver en descomposición da comienzo esta novela, en la que se entremezcla la historia de Mozart y Salieri y la decisión de una descendiente de Salieri en limpiar el nombre de su antepasado.

Fisheye

I usually take photos of the graffiti that I find because they seem to me to be urban art that, on many occasions, is of unquestionable quality and they have nothing to envy to normalized art.

In this case, this is one of them. I don't know if the yellow hands were part of it; I think not, that the yellow hands appeared later. The good thing is that they respected graffiti. It is not the first time that I find some graffiti scribbled by others who only want to destroy this urban art.

If we stop to observe the graffiti we realize that the eye becomes, at times, a big fish that watches us, with its two fins, dorsal and caudal, that encourage us to let ourselves be carried by our gaze, to navigate the seas that our eyes offer us, because they are like fish that look for new directions. We only have to let ourselves be carried away by our eyes and by our gaze, to look not only at what we have in front of us, but to go further and look at what many see, without stopping to enjoy what the world has to offer them.

Image source: Photograph taken with an Acer Liquid Z630.

Flor de vinagrera

Con el invierno ya en mi casa, aunque por el tiempo que hace en mi tierra cualquiera lo diría, la naturaleza nos sorprende en cualquier rincón con sus maravillas.

Como saben, no pierdo la oportunidad de activar la cámara de mi teléfono móvil cuando veo una flor para inmortalizarla. Hoy me detuve en una flor sencilla, porque en su sencillez está la hermosura. Unas flores monocolores, pero con una preciosidad digna para ser fotografiada,

En esta oportunidad hago referencia a las vinagreras (Oxalis) que salen en las macetas de mi huerto y que han decidido echar flores. En esta ocasión sus flores son de un precioso color rosa, aunque otras veces las he visto blancas y amarillas.