Spread your wings

I have just read that Raya doesn't read this mail cause i don't write so much and cause it isn't the same than in spanish one. And for sure it isn't ! The trick is that i write things here that sound better in english, other wich i produce for another public. My spanish blog is more " private " one, in the way that a blog could ever be private - such a ridiculous concept -. But one of my
main " agreement " with my readers is that most of the things that i write in my mail are free from my mind. Nothing to use against other to please me. If i begin thinking in the consequences of what i write there other here i would lost my freedom, and without freedom it cannot exist art other creativity. So please, let's enjoy :-) I will translate this last article just to unplease her, and after explain all this i will keep with my production: some things in english and some things in spanish. Let's be thankfull that i don't write another ones in german other russian :-P

Spread your wings is a hit of Queen, but i knew them in the cover of Blind Guardian. Anyway, as today i found Ivan, wich i didn't meet for years and he is a mega-fan of queen, this article is dedicated to him.

I am so excited. As i came over the Calesas Street, i phoned Luis to make him jealous.
- Guess what have i listened.
- Tell me.
- " Caleta " sang from Antonio Martin group.
- Son of a bitch...

But it was a " son of a bitch " reconcentrated, of hate, evil. I loved it. And it's not the only thing that i have loved today. I slept five hours and, after laugh a lot with mrs Inna Osypenko, i have taken my mp3, my trenchcoat and my converse and i went to the center to feed Burger King and Carnival with Mrs Niki. The bottle girl. And, do you know something ? One knows that he really enjoyed with someone when, a little bit after saying bye, miss him/her. This girl is a all star, good for her. And fuck, how much did i wanted a lot of carnival. Of chorus, comparsas, people, foolness. Of rain too, what the hell, cause water cleans the soul and paint tears in your face a while. And to be deep and metaphisic and fool and stupid. I have came back home cause i have to prepare things for tomorrow, take a look on the car, take out my wet shoes and write Raya. And remenbering Raya, now i notice that this girl is a heal for the wounds that i make to myself, and that i am a teacher for her. She said me one time that, if she wouldn't learn anything from me, she wouldn't lost time with me. Wich is at the same time so cruel and so smart from her. I am playing with this idea, that men, for animal agresivity, tend to build, destroy, modfy.. without limits. And then it comes the women and put limits, organize, manage. I was thinking in that concept of roles together and it looks as a so crude idea yet, but something wich we can exploit.

And all this after a carnival time and a nice girl. What a thing. In two days i feel me like if i were having spring inside again, a few of life, of fight, of lust. I want to live. I want to make things. And i feel that i can do it, i can offer something to the world with my silences, my surrealism, my way of watch the world. I feel myself more... alive. How much did i needed a few carnival after the stupid tireness of the campaign, for God's sake. Take care, i miss you

Ale