Nothing but the constant blue of the water… and the sound of the waves coming closer and further from the sand
It is hard to find a shadow… the oblique sunrays smartly escape each and every obstacle…
It is still there… but soon it will be gone giving the sea a darker color…
It is still there... getting weaker… and soon it will leave… to come back… bringing different, stronger colors…
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
Never land
Nothing but the golden sparkles over the blue water… coming and going as the wind writes its destiny…
Nothing but the sound of small waves breaking against the rocks…
From where we are, we can stand up and look forward and it would be like the titanic…
Even if it is taking us nowhere… even if it might not have a final destination … it doesn’t matter… as long as the one holding the iron bar next to you… is a true dear friend …
Nothing but the sound of small waves breaking against the rocks…
From where we are, we can stand up and look forward and it would be like the titanic…
Even if it is taking us nowhere… even if it might not have a final destination … it doesn’t matter… as long as the one holding the iron bar next to you… is a true dear friend …
Monday, July 23, 2012
Crystal clear
Since I don’t remember when I have been talking about music and books and how they are my companion…. And how they give a meaning and a sense to the days …..
That’s not because I don’t care about people… or because I don’t believe in other human values like friendship and others…. I do believe in these … I simply got tired of getting disappointed ….of trying to find a way to communicate with people who don’t want to stay in touch with me… I had enough caring about people who don’t care … or worse… who pretend to care, only to realize later that all that was said and done was simply…. Non sense…. Or very far from what I believed ….
Going through this more than once… I thought I have a problem… may be I can’t be a good friend …. May be I don’t know how to treat people well…. But then there is no manual for that…. I am who I am … and believe it or not … I do care… yes… I care
Now that I remember the people who helped me when it really mattered… the people who got my back when I did an honest mistake …. The people who kept a secret that I trusted them with … the people who gave from their time to explain to me how thing should be done ... and those who were generous with their honest advice…and the people who constantly ask because they truly care… I remember all that and I am sure that I am right and I don’t have a communication defect.
As for other cases… I really don’t care.
That’s not because I don’t care about people… or because I don’t believe in other human values like friendship and others…. I do believe in these … I simply got tired of getting disappointed ….of trying to find a way to communicate with people who don’t want to stay in touch with me… I had enough caring about people who don’t care … or worse… who pretend to care, only to realize later that all that was said and done was simply…. Non sense…. Or very far from what I believed ….
Going through this more than once… I thought I have a problem… may be I can’t be a good friend …. May be I don’t know how to treat people well…. But then there is no manual for that…. I am who I am … and believe it or not … I do care… yes… I care
Now that I remember the people who helped me when it really mattered… the people who got my back when I did an honest mistake …. The people who kept a secret that I trusted them with … the people who gave from their time to explain to me how thing should be done ... and those who were generous with their honest advice…and the people who constantly ask because they truly care… I remember all that and I am sure that I am right and I don’t have a communication defect.
As for other cases… I really don’t care.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Turkish airlines
Flying with Turkish airlines means we must land at Istanbul first, and then take a second flight to our final destination.
It was around 10:30 pm when we were heading to the transit area through the hand luggage control point.
Too many people… and too little time …. Time zone changes coasted us one hour.
There was a guy standing at the small entrance at this area checking the passport and the boarding pass of each of us and… asking about their destination… which is a bit non sense as he already checked the boarding pass… but it was OK…. Until he paused… greeted one of his colleagues…. And started talking with him….
One of the passengers said:” we are late …. Can’t you see…?” Another one yelled:” are you an idiot ... we will miss our flight…” and beeing too late responding to the people’s anger …. He found himself knocked to the ground and people just passing to the gates carelessly trying not to step on his lying body….
Finally, we were at the gates… and that was great … until we needed some water….
I got a little bottle and paid in Euro, but the lady gave me the change in Turkish Lira!! Money wise it was nothing… but I hated that she fooled me ….So I collected all the euro cents that I have and asked her to take them and the Turkish lira and give me back my Euros “I can’t ma’am it is cancelled….” She said coldly … but I insisted and eventually got what I want …. And right before I leave a former customer was returning to her … apparently with the same problem and she… told him the same answer….so he grabbed her neck… pulled her across the bench… pulled her hair … and kept hitting her head against the table …. “ you don’t treat people this way you arrogant idiot failure “ he said “ you don’t take them for fool and you don’t rumble something in your language because stranger won’t understand it… it is IMPOLITE … travellers are tired… exhausted… tense…. And you don’t get to treat them like this and get away with it ….”
When he finished, he looked up to the girl’s colleague and saw the “please stop and leave” in his eyes …. The customer let go the girl and headed to the gates leaving the guy holding the euros in his trembling hand
Finally … the “gate open “… boarding …. And a long flight home
The situations are true, but of course, that was not the way we handled them, though I wish it was… it is not violence... it is simply how frustrated I become when I face all the carelessness, the lack of logic and the huge inconsideration from other …
It was around 10:30 pm when we were heading to the transit area through the hand luggage control point.
Too many people… and too little time …. Time zone changes coasted us one hour.
There was a guy standing at the small entrance at this area checking the passport and the boarding pass of each of us and… asking about their destination… which is a bit non sense as he already checked the boarding pass… but it was OK…. Until he paused… greeted one of his colleagues…. And started talking with him….
One of the passengers said:” we are late …. Can’t you see…?” Another one yelled:” are you an idiot ... we will miss our flight…” and beeing too late responding to the people’s anger …. He found himself knocked to the ground and people just passing to the gates carelessly trying not to step on his lying body….
Finally, we were at the gates… and that was great … until we needed some water….
I got a little bottle and paid in Euro, but the lady gave me the change in Turkish Lira!! Money wise it was nothing… but I hated that she fooled me ….So I collected all the euro cents that I have and asked her to take them and the Turkish lira and give me back my Euros “I can’t ma’am it is cancelled….” She said coldly … but I insisted and eventually got what I want …. And right before I leave a former customer was returning to her … apparently with the same problem and she… told him the same answer….so he grabbed her neck… pulled her across the bench… pulled her hair … and kept hitting her head against the table …. “ you don’t treat people this way you arrogant idiot failure “ he said “ you don’t take them for fool and you don’t rumble something in your language because stranger won’t understand it… it is IMPOLITE … travellers are tired… exhausted… tense…. And you don’t get to treat them like this and get away with it ….”
When he finished, he looked up to the girl’s colleague and saw the “please stop and leave” in his eyes …. The customer let go the girl and headed to the gates leaving the guy holding the euros in his trembling hand
Finally … the “gate open “… boarding …. And a long flight home
The situations are true, but of course, that was not the way we handled them, though I wish it was… it is not violence... it is simply how frustrated I become when I face all the carelessness, the lack of logic and the huge inconsideration from other …
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Foggy
Today I find myself going back to a soundtrack that I used to listen to over and over for almost a year or more. I wrongfully thought that I was cured when I stopped for a while.
Now all the talk about how I love to silence the world and only let what's beautiful and nice be heard, so that i can breath easily... and how music can be the way to a better being or a gate to an old memory... was never more true.
It seems the connection was strong this time... what i can't understand is why my feelings are so foggy. With all the stress that came with the job - the job that was one of the places where I listened to this music, in fact, a colleague there introduced me to this music- with all the non sense in the work system, I find it hard to understand that overwhelming nostalgia.
I say to myself:" suppose you get a chance to go back, would you?"
No I wouldn't, no doubt there... I don't want to go back to the job that had no job description and where you can be easily blamed for not doing what you were supposed to do... I won't go back to be with poeple who pass by and don't even say good morning
I don't know... it will go away that strange feeling... even if I couldn't figure out why I feel this way... may be it is simple the effect of the "Javier Navarrete" music ....
Now all the talk about how I love to silence the world and only let what's beautiful and nice be heard, so that i can breath easily... and how music can be the way to a better being or a gate to an old memory... was never more true.
It seems the connection was strong this time... what i can't understand is why my feelings are so foggy. With all the stress that came with the job - the job that was one of the places where I listened to this music, in fact, a colleague there introduced me to this music- with all the non sense in the work system, I find it hard to understand that overwhelming nostalgia.
I say to myself:" suppose you get a chance to go back, would you?"
No I wouldn't, no doubt there... I don't want to go back to the job that had no job description and where you can be easily blamed for not doing what you were supposed to do... I won't go back to be with poeple who pass by and don't even say good morning
I don't know... it will go away that strange feeling... even if I couldn't figure out why I feel this way... may be it is simple the effect of the "Javier Navarrete" music ....
Monday, July 2, 2012
انها تلك الحالة المذرية 2
مممممممممممممممم أنها تلك الحالة المذرية ... حين تمثل أبسط الأمور التى يجب عملها مجهودا شاقا
و السبب ؟ غير معروف
و النتيجة ؟ ضياع الكثير من الوقت فى لا شئ , و زيادة عدد السطور المشغولة في ورقة " ما
يجب عمله"
و المشكلة أنه لو تجاهلت ذلك و اعطيت نفسك دفعة لعمل أى شئ ... سينهى الامر بسلسلة من
الأختيارات و القرارات الخاطئة مثل اضاعة لحظات قليلة من التركيز فى كتابة شئ سخيف
انها تلك الحالة المذرية ... ذلك الوقت الذى يجب ان تبحث فيه عن حائط اتختبئ بداخله
و السبب ؟ غير معروف
و النتيجة ؟ ضياع الكثير من الوقت فى لا شئ , و زيادة عدد السطور المشغولة في ورقة " ما
يجب عمله"
و المشكلة أنه لو تجاهلت ذلك و اعطيت نفسك دفعة لعمل أى شئ ... سينهى الامر بسلسلة من
الأختيارات و القرارات الخاطئة مثل اضاعة لحظات قليلة من التركيز فى كتابة شئ سخيف
انها تلك الحالة المذرية ... ذلك الوقت الذى يجب ان تبحث فيه عن حائط اتختبئ بداخله
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