The obituary

I can't believe it, Peter. Now that everything is quiet, I have to tell you.  I can't keep this inside me. Now it's three o'clock in the morning. No one will hear us. There is only your sister, your daughter Mary and me, but they sleep outside. The rest have gone to rest. What have I to tell you? Wait for me to take it out, I have it here in my bag. Look. What is this? Yes, it's the page of the newspaper in which your obituaries appeared. I thought that only ours was going to come out, but what was my surprise when I saw another one dedicated to you and, on top of that, half a page and bigger than ours.

I repeat, I can't believe it. I read that obituary over and over and I still don't understand it. I've come to think it's a joke. I don't know, about some friend of yours, about those you were partying with, who wanted to be funny or about someone who doesn't like me well and wants to make me suffer even more in these painful moments. What does he say? He waits for me to read it to you. My voice trembles.

"My love, thank you for those seven years of passion, love and happiness. Your beloved Elizabeth forever. I will never forget you, Pe."

Yes, as you hear it. An insult. When they brought her to me I didn't know where to put me. Your daughter Mary became like a beast, but then she calmed down. You know what they say: the procession goes inside. You have no idea how embarrassed I have been sitting here, being the one to make me laugh at the morgue. Some neighbors looked at me strangely, as if taking pity on me. I don't need pity or understanding.

I'm going to incinerate you.Verything will be faster. Less pain and less shame. Can you imagine that we would have taken you to the village to bury you? I don't even want to think about it. The whole town talking about your adventure, about what a son of a bitch you've been and about the horns that reach the second floor. I know that. You wanted us to bury you with your parents, but I changed my mind. After what you did to me with that one, what did you want? To take you in procession to the cemetery? No way. When I saw the obituary, it was clear to me. I called the funeral home and asked them if the burial could be exchanged for incineration. They told me there was no problem. 

They're even going to give me some money back because the coffin will come out cheaper. Besides, I'm not going to order the stamps for the funeral mass because you don't deserve it. I'm even thinking about not doing mass for you so you can stay in purgatory for all eternity, but I know your daughter Mary won't let me. She loved you very much, she even defended you when she found out that you had had a mistress. Men's things, she told me. A bastard thing, I replied. I also told them that we should close the room and come tomorrow morning, about nine o'clock, but your sister screamed in the sky. Of course, it brings to her that you've cheated on me. Maybe she even knew it. Who knows?

Now that I've told you, I'm calm. I had thought of mourning you for a while, but since you are burned, I will turn the page. A dead king, king put and I'm going to recover all the time I lost attending you like a fool. Ah, I forgot to tell you, your friend Mark, yes Mark who was going home to drink the wines. He always looked at me with good eyes. I knew it, but I let it go. He's comforting me very well and I think I'm going to let myself be loved for once.

 Image source:  Pixabay 

A tientas

Fuente: propia

A tientas, con el corazón en ambas manos,
tropezando con los bancos y las sillas,
cayéndome en las zanjas del pasado,
intento encontrar el resquicio,
el halo de luz que me guíe hasta tu sonrisa.

Espero, solo espero, a que la oscuridad se ilumine,
con esa luz del fondo, la única luz,
seguirla hasta encontrarte,
detenerme ante ti y esperar la palabra,
la sonrisa, el deseo, el beso y la caricia.

Después te dejaré el corazón en la marca,
ahí donde las grietas del olvido se juntan,
donde los recuerdos quieren salir y salen
son devorados por la luz del sol,
donde las culpas se esconden tras las rocas 
buscado el perdón,
donde las mentiras están enterradas
bajo siete metros de disculpas,
ahí te dejaré mi corazón,
a la espera del abrazo que abra las puertas verdes
y soñar por estar y por ser.

A tientas, un paso y luego otro,
consciente de sabor áspero del pasado,
de la locura que salió en estampida
por los callejones del desencuentro,
a tientas, te busco y no sé si te encuentro.

The Sinner

OPINIÓN

After having seen the first season of The Sinner, which was quite a discovery, the second has left me wanting for more, with the feeling that it has been left half-heartedly, as if it lacked to go a step further, that it had something left in the way, as if the producers were in a hurry to finish it and did not give them time to finish it properly.

Perhaps the reason for this is a script that does not take off, with a plot that is very interesting, but as the series progresses, is diluted without untying all the knots that are raised throughout the chapters we propose.

This does not mean that this second season is bad, what I mean is that, from my point of view, this second season has dropped a level compared to the first, not only with the level of the actors but also with the story that tells us.

However, it must be said that the series lets itself be loved from the first chapter, captures your attention and invites you to continue seeing it, chapter after chapter, until you reach the end, an aspect that must be thanked to part of the script and the direction.

No doubt I invite you to see it, you will have a good time following the inquiries of inspector Harry Ambrose to unravel the case he is investigating.

SYNOPSIS

Inspector Harry Ambrose returns to his hometown of Keller to investigate the poisoning of a couple by his teenage son for no apparent reason. His return is due to a call from the daughter of a childhood friend who is a policeman and has taken charge of the case. The investigation becomes entangled as the police investigation progresses, uncovering unknown aspects in the town of Keller.

¿Qué he visto en Netflix? Bandersnatch

Fuente

OPINIÓN

El mes pasado terminé de ver Bandersnatch en Netflix y la verdad es que me sorprendió mucho cuando el mando de la play (veo Netflix a través de una play III solo uno para eso) comenzó a vibrar y preguntándome si había entendido cómo funcionaba la película, yo le dije que sí, pero la verdad es que no tenía ni idea, aunque cuando tuve que elegir si desayunar Frosties o Sugar Puff, comprendí de qué iba la película.

De inmediato me vino a la cabeza la novela Rayuela de Julio Cortazarque tiene un esquema parecido, en el que puedes leer lo capítulos en el orden que creas y sus finales serán diferentes.

Netflix ha hecho con Bandersnatch una apuesta arriesgada, una propuesta que a muchos gustará y otros no tanto. Yo estoy en el término medio. Reconozco que la película me gustó, sobre todo su planteamiento interactivo y que , de alguna manera, formes parte de la película y que los finales dependan de tus decisiones, aunque el juego interactivo, a mí por lo menos, me llega a cansar. Tengo que reconocer que yo no soy mucho de juegos y, quizás, ahí hay que buscar la respuesta.

Por otro lado la serie de Black Mirror tiene su sello de identidad y que no es otro que las tecnologías futuras y sus consecuencias y Bandersnatch se aleja de este planteamiento, aunque si hilamos muy fino podríamos encontrar algún encaje en ese sello de identidad.

Así que Bandersnatch es una película que hay que ver, de eso no cabe duda y su encaje en la serie es otro cantar.

Fuente del vídeo: Canal Youtube de Netflix

FICHA TÉCNICA

Producida: Netflix / House of Tomorrow.
Guion: Charlie Brooker.
Fecha: 2018.
Reparto: Fionn Whitehead, Will Poulter, Craig Parkinson.
Duración : 1h 30 min.

SINOPSIS

Un joven programador está realizando un vídeo juego en 1984 que está basado en una novela fantástica, cuyo argumento principal son las múltiples opciones que puedes tomar mientras lees la novela. El intenta replicar este argumento en el juego que está realizando.

The Silence of Others

The title is already revealing, because that is exactly what has happened since democracy was established almost forty years ago, where silence has been, and continues to be, clamorous with the victims of the Franco dictatorship.

The silence of others tells you, in a simple way, what happened and is happening with the victims of the Franco regime, whose heirs continue to ask for justice in order to rescue their loved ones from the oblivion of ditches, mass graves, wells, chasms, fields and seas and to be able to bury them in a dignified manner. They do not ask for revenge, they ask for justice.

They also demand justice for those who suffered reprisals from the dictatorship, from the hand of the regime's torturers, and who are still at large in our streets.

Many repeat to the point of satiety that we have to turn the page, that past water does not move mills, but in this precise case, one cannot turn the page until all those victims are taken out of the mass graves to be buried with dignity because they were killed with premeditation and treachery and buried at night so that they would never be found.

The silence of others should be seen in the institutes so that the youngest know what happened in Spain with the defeated, those who gave their lives to defend democracy.

This documentary can help us understand the victims and put ourselves in the other's shoes to understand their grief, their helplessness, their anger and their shame.

December 6, 2018 is the fortieth anniversary of democracy, forty years in which we have made great progress as a society, but we have the subject of historical memory pending and we have not been able to erase, forever, every vestige of the bloody Franco dictatorship and we continue to perceive its stink in our streets, in our squares and in some of our politicians. I hope that this will be possible before the frogs grow hair, as María Martín, a victim of the dictatorship, said.

Image source:  The Silence of Others. / BTEAM PICTURES

Nature Drops

The camera of my mobile has its limitations, but there are times when the gods of light join forces and I take photographs such as this flower, in which all the necessary elements are combined to demonstrate, for the millionth time, that nature is wonderful and gives us beauties such as this flower, a hibiscus that was in a garden in Budapest.

In my daily walk I look everywhere, not that I go in search and capture of a photograph, but I recognize that my look is active, waiting to find something worth being photographed.

This time we were walking in the direction of one of Budapest's metro stations, and soon we came across some gardens with a wide variety of flowers, including hibiscus, white and mauve. I took out the mobile phone and activated his camera because I knew I would find some flower that deserved to be photographed. It didn't take long to find it.

I stopped in front of her to contemplate her beauty, which increased with the raindrops that had fallen a few minutes before, a perfect combination. Drops of rainwater, the colors mauve, red, white, yellow and green.

Yes, nature gives us every day part of its incredible beauty, we just have to stop to observe it, have an active look to enjoy what it offers.

Perhaps the daily hustle and bustle pushes us to pass by the wonderful nature, however, we have to stop; our world will not collapse if we stop for a few minutes to enjoy what we have around us.

 Picture taken with an Acer Liquid Z630 mobile phone

Tajinaste blanco

Fuente: propia

No estamos en primavera, ya lo sé, estamos en los comienzos del invierno, pero las Islas Canarias son muy agradecidas y desde que cae un poquito de lluvia y sale un pizco el sol (el sol siempre sale en estas tierras) el campo florece en todo su esplendor y las flores no esperan a la primavera para mostrarnos su hermosura.

Entonces los campos, los barrancos y cualquier lugar en el que haya un cachito de tierra, la vegetación no pierde la oportunidad y se llenan de verdor.

Cierto es que la temperatura ayuda porque en pleno invierno rara vez tenemos temperaturas bajo cero, si acaso en las cumbres se llega a los cero grados, pero en las islas la temperatura oscila entre los 15 y 24 grados.

Así que las plantas tienen primavera también en invierno y florecen cuando las condiciones se lo permiten, como es el caso de los tajinastes blancos, que, en muchos casos, están floreciendo, como este que me encontré junto con otros en el barranco de Tamaraceite.

 Fuente: propia

El tajinaste (Echium decaisnei) es un arbusto endémico de las Islas Canarias, los hay de varios tipos y se puede encontrar en todas las islas y su máxima floración es en primavera, pero, como es el caso, puede florecer en invierno.

En este barranco hay muchísimos tajinastes blancos y todos estaban florecidos o comenzando a florecer; un espectáculo digo de ser fotografiado.