Una cuarta ola....

 El director del Centro de Coordinación de Alertas y Emergencias Sanitarias, Fernando Simón, ha reconocido la posibilidad de que se produzca una cuarta ola de la pandemia que coicida con la Semana Santa, pero su impacto dependerá de varios factores, entre ellos, la campaña de vacunación.

 acabo de ser consciente que casi todos los videos que he subido tiene el mismo tema, la politica.Tengo que cambiar esto..oh a proposito voy a abandonar FACEBOOK...y vamos a ver lo que pasará. 

 

 

Dream on.

 

Sitting on a hard bench in Calle Real, La Palma, people watching, hidden behind my obligatory mask, hidden from the cast of my unsuspecting passing street theatre.

Friends and enemies greeting each other, customary, agreeable. A woman with blue hair swished past, another clumping on fashionable heels, bearing discomfort in the name of moda ...moda indeed.

I came to wondering how I got here, not my uncomfy street furniture, but Spain, for over fourteen years now. I recalled one night driving from the south of Fuerteventura to my then home near the airport and thinking the same thing, windows down, radio on...fireflies caught in the headlights, enjoying my semi tropical dream...wondering when I will wake.

I´m still dreaming.

Dream on.

Busco…

 

Busco algo, pero ¿qué?

¿Algo fuera de mi rango, fuera de alcance?

Supongo que sí.

Como la canción de los rockeros irlandeses

Todavía no he encontrado lo que busco.

Buenas noches.

Detritus of Frivolity.

 

The jerky rythm of reggaeton played too loud, leaked from the battered transport, full of testosteron, alcohol and dreams. Smelly youth, the future prospects of power, our future.

Doors closed to foreigners, depending what or who that foreigner may be, or wants.

If the foreigner wants anything.

A morning walk, after the night before, detritus of frivolity trapped by the gutter of those same smelly youths.

We are all waiting for the same sunrise. Its just tha some have been waiting longer than others.

Goodnight.