....in concert....

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…?

grazing....

communique for the ill at ease

Although it was supposed to be a conversation…it appeared to be dual…parallel …we were talking at each other about different things…And paying no heed …to the arriving syntax.

Stop.

The difficulties (plural) manufactured by gossip (singular) are manyfold….(singular and plural)

Stop.

I can hear the crickets communicating in the grounds of my complex clearly making a better job of it than me.

Stop.

Their chirruping almost, but not quite, soothing this disappointed Scot.

PLEASE STOP.


The recently re-opened bar almost immediately below my balcony was at least playing Dire Straits instead of dire music. And the clientele appeared a little more sedate ….but as the lager levels rise……………..

I have become a dry cell of life……….with little charge left …running low on power… caught in the cross hairs as someone takes aim..

Anyone else require a pot shot?

the art of presenting.......

PROCESIÓN MARÍTIMO-TERRESTRE EN HONOR A LA VIRGEN DEL CARMEN‏

the Spanish word for chapel is....?