Saturday, April 30, 2005

Programa Reencontros


glory-hole

Saio dar unha volta coa Queen ata Viños, no casco vello. Bebemos unhas cañas. Pronto comezan a subir... Ao cabo dun anaco aparecen pola porta Perphida e mailo seu mozo, digno de ser visto.
Semella o Programa Reencontros. Levaba moito tempo sen velas. Bicos. Presentacións. Amósolles as fotos que fixen no Carrefour. Despois vou ao baño e tiro a que aparece neste post. Non é a porta de entrada a un dark-room! Aínda que pareza un glory-hole.... Faime graza o debuxo, e decido tirarlle unha foto.
A iso das once decidimos ir para a casa. Pensamos ir á manifa ao día seguinte.

The Dark Side


The Dark Side

A miña é máis longa ca túa!

Parlem català?


Parlem català?

O sábado estiven coa Queen of Punk no Cruzamento de Camiños botando un ollo birollo. Atopamos unha exposición de cousas de Star Wars feitas con pezas de LEGO. A que é cuspidiño ao ex-President?

Friday, April 29, 2005

Puro teatro.

Luns 25. Convezo a Mercurio para colgarmos a clase das 6. Ás 6 e media hai unha obra de teatro no teatro da Cidade Universitaria (ehem... ehem...). Era a primeira vez que íamos ao teatro. Como é novo, aínda non estiveramos nunca.
Decepción profunda ao entrarmos. O espazo en si é bastante pequeno. Para non desafinar co resto de estruturas da
Universidade, especialmente os novos edificios e centro comercial, todo é de cemento. Seica o cemento anda moi caro, porque coa millonada que costaron todos os novos edificios; tan bonitos eles, tan acolledores...Ehem... Pois non creo que entren alí máis de 150 persoas sentadas en filas de cadeiras aliñadas por ferros. Moi cutre. Mellor non moverse, senón podes facer tremer a toda a fila. O chan é tamén cemento. Ah, é o mellor de todo é que todo o auditorio está ao mesmo nivel, é chan; ou sexa, que os que estean nas filas traseiras dificilmente poden ver o que acontece no escenario.
A obra que vemos é Nai? Unha adaptación dunha obra de teatro de
Maxim Gorki, representado polo Taller de Arte Dramática do Campus de Lugo da Universidade de Santiago de Compostela.
Conta a mecanización e a deshumanización do home na sociedade industrial. Agrupación de traballadores ao redor dunha mesma forma de pensar. Represión. Medo. Necesidade de afecto.
Venres 29. No super-teatro da uni hai hoxe unha obra obra da compañía palestina Al-Kasaba . O nome da obra
Stories Under Occupation. Traxicomedia que nos dá a coñecer a realidade da xente dun campo de refuxiados en Palestina dende diferentes perspectivas. Brillante a actuación. Aguda combinación de humor e traxedia nun explosivo cóctel que nos obriga a pensar, reflexionar e viaxar mentalmente ao conflicto entre palestinos e israelís.
PS. A primeira vez que asisto a unha obra de teatro con dobraxe nunha pequena pantalla.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

Wednesday, April 27, 2005

Gloom

Saturday evening (April 23rd). I'm listening to Medúlla on my radio. I hadn't listened to Björk for weeks... I'm feeling somehow, I don't know why, a little "dark". I leave home at about 8 p.m. I decide to go and buy some caprice: some pu-erh and soy sauce (artificial substitute of bygone emotional memories).
I get into the poshest department store in the city. It's always crowded of posh and pretenders. Money, money, money...
I pass across the books section. Pretty shitty and commercial (of course...). There's a lot of people there, it's The Book Day, and they pretend they're interested in reading and literature, but where are they normally? I go downstairs to the supermarket and buy my worshipped posh things.
Then I leave the building. There's even a stand with books outside. It's funny, because if you wanted to, you could easily get a book for free. LOL!
I go to the wood. I get into the thick wood. There's no one over there. The skies are gray and blue, charged with menacing clouds.
Little by little, the realm of darkness falls on me as the night comes and light starts fading. It's so beautiful; darkness, shades, and still.
Monday 25. I submerge once more in the realm of darkness. We're analysing Edgar Allan Poe's The Fall of the House of Usher.
"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."
'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
Whole poem.

Sunday, April 24, 2005


Mysterious Nightfall

Saturday, April 23, 2005

The Pope Karaoke

Very entertaining to sing out with the whole family!
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Wednesday, April 20, 2005

Gústache o meu embigo?

Nos EE.UU segundo publica hoxe a Voz só o 3% dos libros que se editan foron traducidos dalgunha das linguas do mundo ao inglés.
Se é que ter cultura no país presidido polo ser mentalmente menos activo do sistema solar é todo un luxo (unha matrícula universitaria custa normalmente mínimo 6.000€!), ademais non deixa de ser un risco nunha sociedade na que prevalece o business is business, a hipocrisía, o puritanismo, facerse rico a calquera prezo, e a explotación do medio ambiente para obter money-money.
Pero aínda podemos consolarnos (tampouco sen fantasear demasiado...), o Faro publica que Galiza é a cuarta comunidade autónoma cos alumnos mellor preparados do Estado. Incrible, tendo en conta o que inviste a Xunta na nosa educación...

Hell on Earth

Boas novas. (Hihi) A fin!

Monday, April 18, 2005

Big Father Vip, The Show

The hottest show on TV has just started!!! Set in Vatican City, the show gathers a group of cardinals who are to vote for the next World's Big Father.
Take a look at your favourite cardinal's life; meeting at the
House, waking up, in the shower, eating/devouring fresh flesh, making poo, sleeping at night, taking some sticky snot out his nostrils and sticking it on his chair, putting on his nicely coloured garments...
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Sunday, April 17, 2005

The Show Goes On

Aiiiisss... Cando cesará tanta manipulación e tanta propaganda orquestrada polo Goberno (ausente) da Xunta de Galiza!
Fraga leva xa tempo "ralándonos" coas súas mensaxes (sutilmente subliminais, ehem... ehem...) en contra da oposición, dos nacionalistas (grave ameaza segundo el), do goberno central (culpándoos da súa incompetencia), etc... etc...
Onte abro o xornal, o Faro de Vigo, e cando xa levaba olladas unhas cantas follas, atopo unha "edición" especial de dúas follas de propaganda da Xunta chorando polo maltrato do goberno central de Madrid...
Ai, ai, ai... Por que non refloxionamos sobre os nosos feitos? (Como é que o chaman os católicos, exame de conciencia?... Pois eu diría que non teñen diso... Uhm...)
Arrepentídevos pecadores!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, April 08, 2005

Long vendredi d'hypocrisie

Ante todo o que nos espera hoxe, despois de vir sufrindo os últimos días... Apaga (la tele) y vámonos!

PS. Volve á orixe. Faite pagán!

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Don't be that "toxo"!

Ata onde pode chegar algo relacionado con Galiza? Ata Nova Zelandia!
Leo cos ollos moiii abertos que en New Zealand empregan o toxo bravo para valar unha extensión de terra! Coma se fose un arbusto ornamental! Incredible! Que freaky que son estes Kiwis!
Hai que botarlles en cara que deforestasen a maioría dos seus bosques para convertilos en pasto para ovellas (meeeeee...). 53 millóns de ovellas nun país con só 4 millóns de seres humanos!Aínda así é dun países que morro por visitar. Sniff... I wished I were there.
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Saturday, April 02, 2005

Nice life-giving warmth. Penetrating salty smell. All along blinding light. Weightless white wheat flour? No, just light white sand on a small hidden strand. The delicate kiss on our skin of a soft-touching sea breeze. The sleep-sending sound of the sea waves arriving onto the beach. Just two towels on the beach. The frisky sunrays on our tanned naked bodies play.
We embrace us in the water. We get closer and closer. We kiss. He covers my body with his lips, chin, cheeks, forehead, arms, chest and legs. I also cover his whole body in the erotically running water.
Almost lifeless we lay on our towels. Lifeless because the warmth and sun turn us so sleepy... We lay embraced, without moving, whispering warm words through our mouths.
Now the sun rays fall lighter on our skin. We decide to go and take a bath in the Atlantic blue waters. But before getting in the water, he pushes me softly down onto the sand. We roll along the shore wetting in water our warm bodies. We kiss and laugh. As well as me, he loves playing. I adore feeling his skin contact with mine. We get in the water hand in hand.

And suddenly, I get apart. He seems not to understand why. I disappear with a jump, diving to where the water is deeper. But whale-like on the water surface I emerge and show my tongue to him. He decides to attack by surprise. He wants to bite me, to bite me with his teeth, which have a powerful poison that makes me addicted to him. Oh, yes. It's an addictive venom. I want some poison, I need a little venom, I do want my poison dose. I cannot help it. I'm already addicted, addicted to his sinful lips and tongue wandering across my chest. With great pleasure I tremble who he, with his tongue and lips, licks and sucks my nipples. He really knows how make me succumb to his conquest skills. I put my legs around his body and let land my feet on his buttocks. Snore. With my lips and tongue I leave his mouth on a voyage across his chin, across his jaw, up to his right ear (now it's him who quivers), to descend then down to his chest, passing across his neck .
Lying on our towels we get dry with the last sun rays of day.
It's time to go. We pick up our things on the beach and go to the car. The beautiful twilight tinges with its tones of colour blue, red and orange the huge sky, letting some colour drop into the ocean, on the horizon, there where the sun is hiding.