You're on your way.

Source: own

You're already neglecting souls,

those that are lost through the hidden holes, 

looking for the absence of feeling,

to devour them and leave them in the desert.

You don't wait for the night, you just pick up the boxes of oblivion,

you search in them for weaknesses and mistakes,

the catches and the collections,

the guards for the uncertain future

and then you attack with nonsense weapons.

You don't care about pain, or crying, or grief,

all you care about is reaching your ultimate goal,

caresses and smiles, then throws the frozen claw,

and you comfort yourself in your lonely corner.

You've lost count. You don't care.

There you are, waiting for weakness and hopelessness,

you go out again without even thinking about it,

you follow the instinct they gave you.

since the beginning of time.

You have no remorse; it is your fate,

you just have to wait for the right moment,

you throw yourself without thinking, with your mouth open,

to take the last bite and feed your insatiable hunger.

You are not worth pursuing or even fighting,

in the end you know you'll be a winner,

that's why you're still here waiting for your next victim.

The dictatorship of the automobile

Source: own

There are cities that are not made for bicycles, as is the case of Las Palmas de Gran Canaria, a city where the car is its owner and lord and is the cause of the daily traffic jams and the discomfort of thousands of citizens.

You don't have to walk much to realize what I'm saying, at the first change you find cars everywhere, here and there, without leaving us almost breathless and such a number of cars harm us when we move, ruining the effectiveness of other means of transport because they become entangled in that car spider web that makes them ineffective.

The City Council of this city has insisted, with success, in establishing a set of bicycle lanes that cross the lower part of the city, to try to make this metropolis, a friendlier city and also more sustainable.

Because it is clear that when a city bets on bicycles, it is a city that bets on its citizens and there are many examples in the world, but also here in Spain. One outstanding case is the city of Seville, which I have made a firm commitment to the use of bicycles and the results could not be more encouraging.

The city of Las Palmas de Gran Canaria has begun to create its network of bicycle lanes and some are already raising their voices because these bicycle lanes are taking away parking spaces and here enters, roundly, the dictatorship of the car, which is imposed on anything that is not move without this four-wheeled vehicle.

And the arguments cannot be more pilgrims, saying that they are bicycle lanes that nobody is going to use, but it turns out that, in the cities where bicycle lanes have been implemented, in the end they end up flooding with bicycles, because moving by bicycle along safe lanes is a more than feasible option and the citizen ends up understanding that it is faster to move by bicycle than by car.

I have been going to work by bicycle for more than a year now and I have to say that the experience is satisfactory, not only because I am contributing, with my grain of sand, to reducing pollution, but I am also helping to reduce the number of motor vehicles in this city and to improve my health.

Without a doubt, when the network of bicycle lanes is finished, this city will take a step forward, a step towards modernity, with the unequivocal direction of having a city for citizens and not a city for cars

Minerva: prow to the future

Source: own

We are less than a week away from the start of the season of Vela Latina Canaria and the boats are getting ready, soaking their hulls and maneuvers, with the first edges against the wind, pulling the sheet, to get as close as possible to the wind to seek the spirit and soul of the boats, which were born to face the wind and become the first.

The Minerva has not been left behind. This season we have been in the water since the second week of February, with the renewed hopes of going to the Tunnel to compete as we have always done, with the humility and veteranship that the 85 years of existence have given us, in which we have been up, in the middle and, also, down, but we have never lost the attitude of going out to compete no matter how strong the winds were; the Minerva has always been, is and will be there.

So here we are with the bow looking to the future, but also looking to the past to learn from our mistakes and know that objectives and goals are achieved with work, with a lot of teamwork. There is no other choice.

In the end we are left with the moments lived, those that led us to victory, but also to defeat, and those moments will continue to shape our history, that history of which we feel so proud.

Natural embrace

Source: Own

On other occasions I have commented that nature never ceases to amaze me and some time ago I came across this image in a park of Ingenio.

The image is clear, a tree that hugged a palm tree to stay standing and not lose its balance and continue living and growing, although later, with the passage of time, ended up dying and the palm tree continued its way to the skies.

How many times have we needed someone like that palm tree! A friendly hand to help us, to hold us when we are about to fall into the abyss and to save us.

The sad thing is that we don't always find that log to hold on to, to keep us on our feet and follow our way with a firm floor and we get lost and, many times, we don't know how to get back.

Although it can also have another reading, that of impossible love, that misunderstood love, in the style of Romeo and Juliet; Montescos and Capuletos who did the unspeakable to prevent their love.

That embrace can mean the unconditional love of the tree for the palm tree, a love without any condition; only the natural and great love.

In short, nature gives us lessons because it knew, they have been learning from their mistakes for millions of years and we must learn from it.

Fronteras

Fuente: propia

Ya estamos frente a frente,
tú con tus ganas de perderte dentro de mí,
yo con las ganas de romper el frío
y dejarme llevar por el desenfreno,
rompiendo las fronteras invisibles,
y los muros del no lo entiendo.

Dejarte llevar, acercarte a mí,
romper el tiempo del café,
saltar el abismo de la mirada del sí, pero no,
recoger el roce furtivo y darle el debido abrigo,
que crezca como una onda en el mar
y sea un maremoto del que no pueda escapar.

Soñar con atravesar tus labios,
rescatar un beso, luego otro,
y así hasta conquistar las montañas que te cobijan, 
hasta quedarme a dormir en tus praderas.

Al final seguirá el tiempo del café,
de las miradas perdidas,
de los ojos que dicen,
de los roces que van y que se escapan,
y tú seguirás.

The 11M and the miserable

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March 11, 2004 was a sad day for all Spaniards, a day that was engraved with bombs, blood and dead in the minds and hearts of all of us who live in this country.

I still remember the first moments of bombing, nobody knew who had planted the bombs and why. We were all listening on the radio, waiting for the number of fatalities to stop, but it did not stop, and the figure continued to rise until it reached the terrifying figure of 193 people and almost two thousand people suffered injuries of varying degrees.

We all look towards ETA because you will have from the terrorist group there were very bloody and despicable attacks, like the one in Hipercor, but when Arnaldo Otegi said that ETA had not been, we wondered who was behind the attacks.

The government, headed by Interior Minister Ángel Acebes, insisted that ETA was the author of the attacks, when the media, headed by the SER network, claimed that those responsible could be jihadists. This was confirmed.

The government maintained its position that those responsible should be sought in the terrorist group ETA, because the elections were just a stone's throw away. On March 14 there were elections and the government did not want the attacks to be related to Spain's intervention in the war in Iraq, but there is no doubt that this was the reason.

However, the lie cost them dearly. The Popular Party lost the elections of March 14, 2004, for trying to manipulate the bloodiest attack that has occurred in Spain to win an election.

Fifteen years later, with a police investigation of the most arduous, with a trial with thousands of pages and two judgments, one from the National High Court and the other from the Supreme Court, some still maintain that everything is still unclear in relation to the 11M attacks, which are still loose ends. These approaches are miserable and are an insult first to justice and then to each and every one of the victims of that terrible attack.

Yes, those who still doubt the authorship of the 11M attacks are miserable, because they only look for the electoral revenue, without thinking about the pain they cause to the victims and the damage they cause to the prestige of the Spanish justice system. It seems, like then, that they are only interested in winning an election, importing very little of the truth of what happened on March 11, 2004.

¿Qué audiolibro he escuchado? Basura de Héctor Abad Faciolince

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OPINIÓN

El pasado lunes terminé de escuchar Basura Héctor Abad Faciolince, una novela que ganó el I Premio Casa de América a la Narrativa Americana Innovadora. Lo cierto es que la novela está muy bien escrita y uno se percata de que el autor domina el oficio de escritor, porque usa multitud de recursos literarios para presentarte al personaje, Davanzati, que es el autor que tira casi todo lo que escribe y que el narrador recoge de la basura.

También es bien cierto que la novela, al estar construida con trozos recogidos aquí y allá, por momentos se convierte en un galimatías y tienes que estar muy atento para no perderte y, al tiempo, desesperarte o aburrirte de la lectura.

FICHA TÉCNICA

Formato: Audiolibro.
Editorial: Libervox.
Lengua: CASTELLANO.
ISBN: 9788416526208.

SINOPSIS

Bernardo Davanzati es un escritor desencantado y que todo lo que escribe lo tira a la basura porque entiende que no merece ser leído ni publicado. Sin embargo, un vecino comienza a recoger de la basura todos sus escritos, a leerlos y, de alguna manera, a criticarlos.