Monday, August 31

computer virus warning from the Spanish Civil Guard

HOLA;
DILE A TODOS LOS CONTACTOS DE TU LISTA, QUE NO ACEPTEN UN VIDEO
LLAMADO ANILLOS DUREX, ES UN VIRUS QUE FORMATEA EL ORDENADOR Y EL
DE TUS CONTACTOS Y, ADEMÁS, TE QUITA LA CONTRASEÑA DE HOTMAIL

OJO, SI ELLOS LO ACEPTAN, LO AGARRAS TÚ TAMBIÉN, MÁNDALO URGENTEMENTE A
TODOS ELLOS, ES UN MENSAJE DE IMPORTANCIA, SIMPLEMENTE COPIA Y PEGA

Grupo de Apoyo en Tecnologías de la Información de la Guardia Civil

Basicaly it says dont accept an emailed video called ANILLOS DUREX...if you do it will re-format your computer amongs other nasty things....please pass on.

goal................NOT!



Monday, August 24

gracias a arcangel

Yo le pregunté a un pastor del amor
Y el me dijo que se lo entregara a Dios
Que no me sintiera solo, que estar solo era mejor
Que vivir de una ilusión
Yo le pregunté a un artista del amor a primera vista
Dijo que era un error
Que eso era de novelista, soñadores
Que en la vida hay que ser más realista

Y ahora que no te tengo
Pienso en todo el tiempo perdido
Que perdí... contigo
Pues por amarte a ciegas yo...
No escuché, y me lancé al vacío por amor
Todos me dijeron, todos me advertían
Que hay flores que tienen espinas

Tuesday, August 4

The stumbling beat of slow reggaton drifted down the street from an open window, accompanied by the sickly smell of hardship…a mere sepia smudge from poverty……….Lower class need, middle class hypocrisy entangled in a rosary of deceit….………..

.........orquesta.........







Sunday, August 2

gracias a Manu Chao....por esta canción

Mentira lo que dice mentira lo que da mentira lo
que hace mentira la mentira mentira la verdad
mentira lo que cuece bajo la oscuridad mentira el
amor mentira el sabor mentira la que manda mentira

....in concert....







Saturday, August 1

A Lesson for the Hard Of Wallet.

They were passing around the charity bowl as if it was likely to leave a degree of burns which would require first aid and perhaps second….

No one wanted to admit the need for such dinero succour during this time of monetary crisis, and for sure no one wanted to contribute to another’s cause. But with bars closing and empresarios trading swanky town centre offices for rent saving work from the domicile…..clearly financial times are less than easy.

But there are degrees of poor….individuals whom bemoan the groats are hard to accrue yet own not one but two or in some cases more, properties…here and in other locations of our shrinking planet, simply put, have a different fiscal comprehension than this humble Scot.

Humble huh?….Not so humble…the sneer is almost tangible.

So when will things improve? And what caused? My guess it was a who rather than a what …has been culpable for tardy cash flow….the irony being that someone has made a tidy fortune out of the mess of suffering around the developed world. I say developed, I’m not sure el tercer mundo will notice too much…as there must be a limit upon which people suffer until it makes no difference.

Thanks be to God, I have never felt such pain. But does money ease the pain? Makes life easier …but better ?

Greed is a blight on society, and lives healthily for sure here on Fuerteventura, well health is a poor choice of word but you get it…you do don’t you?

So as I endure an A.M. (instant) caffeine hit, these thoughts hover while I make for the guagua being passed by the strugglers in their 4x4 economy.

Crisis? Your crisis or mine…?

sin palabras