A Little Space. Words or something

I guess my memory eliminates some embarrassing moments, because I’m remembering a few of them. Nevertheless, a memory comes to my mind and makes me so sad. Well, another brief memory: I don’t know why, but, a lot of times when I’m talking with somebody, while we walk, I hit with a pole (light pole or whatever). It’s more usual than you think, and those remembers go back to when I was preadolescent… And I feel so pathetic when that happens. The sad memory is when I was in 5 th basic grade. It seems me in that time we must to have a class council or something like that, and, I guess, the “meritocracy” supposed a good way to elect a class’s president. And they elected me, because my qualifications were high. But, in that time (and now perhaps less), I was very, very shy. Really. In fact, I almost didn’t participate in class and never I participated in another activities (some years in tennis like extra-curricular activity… And now I don’t play that). So well, the teacher forced me to t...

I don’t know if I am the wrong person or my life just doesn’t want to give me an interesting story about a notable concert or an unforgettable holiday. Maybe it’s me and that’s all. Well, whatever… –If here is a space for the English student expressions, I will quote an excerpt. But, if doesn’t, you go to the next paragraph… I warned you–. As a novelist wrote: “this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants of God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty… what you will. I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak”. In 2020, the year in the world destroyed and restarted itself, with my mother went to Osorno, where my father worked during the first trimester. Just the family, nobody else. There, we wanted to travel for the near cities and know them. It was for four days, but, the so famous and repetitive amazing of the Chile’s south we really recognised in that travel. In four days, we were in Osorno, Puer...

Donostia (San Sebastián). Gipuzkoa, Basque Country (Hego Euskal Herria). W hy the Basque Country. That is a good idea to start the reasons: if it is the Giethoorn city at Holland, if a lot of beautiful but idyllic places to travel, to stay in the Caribbean, if Paris is so romantic and bohemian. Well, Paris is the second option and Giethoorn in any case I’m dismissing. But Donosti is so cultural, bohemian and beachy city, Bilbao is an incessant and tireless big city, and the Euskara is a language that I want to learn more . There is a personal reason all about that. I would know the relationships between the Basque people, their way of live, their traditions and customs, feel the streets with the Euskara language and the historical places of the ancient and contemporary history. La Mota or Butron Castles, medieval history; Errenteria places, Bizkaia city with its Antzokia. I would know the green mountains that interrupt the boring flat travels, the caves where the Basque deities live....

When the day is so hot, I remember the things I do when winter season grows in the city. And between a several things a somebody can do; I love reading out of my house. I love to read while the wind is blowing cold and the clouds is getting dark. The thing I love is read books, principally, philosophy, history, literary (novels) books. There is something weird when a reader tell his topical readings: I haven't listened someone says "I love read economic or political science's books", always is literary (poetry, novels, stories in general, drama) or bound to the humanities. Can someone read, I don't know, Keynes in the middle of Forestal Park, or in a coffee within Italia neighbourhood? A lot of "seriousness", as a French philosopher says, "read with the Outside, please". That is the occurrence what I love: the coffee, the tea, the cake, dessert; always is the crazy man that he is drinking beer at 4.00 pm with a good book for him, is a little di...