lunes, 26 de abril de 2010

Still crying for you...

Still crying for you...

Si alguna vez os encontrais con un funeral en el que aparezcan tres tipos vestidos de spiderman que preceden a un tío en una burra que tira del ataúd, estais de suerte! seguro que ese era un tío tan cachondo como mi primo. Y probablemente entre las alabanzas de unos (lagrimones), las historias graciosas de otros (carcajadas) sonarán canciones de tipo:
Call of Ktulu de Metallica, Sailing ships de Whitesnake y I don`t wanna miss a thing de Aerosmith.
Y despues de cañas, o más bien pintas al bar donde solia pasar muchas noches de conciertos, con musica heavy, una pantalla gigante con fotos, amigos, familia, risas y lagrimas... Para acabar en casa de uno de los colegas, en el jardín, tomando el sol, con mas comida, bebida y recuerdos.

Por suerte he estado en pocos funerales, pero este ha sido increible!!




KALI, la hija, será tan heavy como el padre????

love u Jasper!!!!!!

Just as Jasper would have wanted!!!!


See you!!!!

sábado, 17 de abril de 2010

Mal sueño

Hoy me he enterado que se ha muerto alguien a quien a penas conocí, que sólo he visto una vez en mi vida durante a penas dos o tres días. Con el que pocas palabras más he cruzado en estos años. Y sin embargo, le echo de menos, y te queda la cosa en la cabeza de porqué no habre disfrutado más de sus palabras, de su presencia... Y es que muchas veces piensas que si no es hoy será mañana o pasado, un día de estos. Y de repente ya no hay más días. Sólo me queda la imagen, la idea que tenía formada de él, como amigo, como primo, como padre. Verdadera o no, para mí era así! Y es que sigo sin creermelo, un mal sueño.

love u Jas!!!

martes, 13 de abril de 2010

Long, short Easter Holidays

Long easter holidays!!!! This time I won`t write in Sp, i´ll do it in my shit of Eng, cause this post is thought basically to my sheffield`s friends. You always see pics from them, now it`s their time to know a little about you and also a little more about me. But i won`t write a lot, pics usually say more than what I can write. So, let`s start:

1 week in Denia, a village in the east coast of Sp: parents, sisters, aunts and oncles, causins, granma and friends. This year, because of my sister Mary, many new friends and funny time with them. They play in a rock band call Pulmónnegro (blacklung). I´ve seen them playing and sound really cool! They remind me of another spanich group Reincidentes. Feel free to have a look:
http://www.myspace.com/pulmonegro





























Fan`s club












But i also spent some other time with people I know for more than 10 years now, and I love them a lot!!!!!! They are this kind of friends you don`t see frequently, and not even write them, but we know we are always there for whatever the other need. Dinner together, then to the Ca Tona bar to have a bier in the terrace until it`s close. But i´ve realized that we did no pics together!!! Oh shit!

By the way, Miguelangel, I let you here the song i told you about "Por qué te vas" of Janet, in ska version by Wisecräcker:



With the family, great! I got a little more in touch with a cousin who is now 14, so we had some kind of adult conversation: drugs, sex and rock and roll, jajaja.

But Denia finish with just one bathe (short, cause water was terribly cold), a little sunbathe (not much, i`m as white as i was before leaving) and the need of some more hours of sleep.

Arriving on Sunday, Elena was there "waiting for me" to go to Chendo, the official sunday bar: bier and tapa!!! (love Sp) And then to the house of a friend, to meet unimates!

Monday: runnig to the centre of the city to see some friends who live now in Pisa, Italy, and were leaving back there. It was less than 2 hours together, but fair enough to have a good time with them and make plans to see each other in Sheffield or Pisa. Then, eat a good kebab, not like the ones i`ve seen here... a bier in the hand and chatting for hours sitting in a bench in the street.

Tuesday:it started with plans to go a friend`s house, then change of plans, then change again, finally we did go. Some "How i met your mother" (gotta see this serie if you haven`t, really cool), chat, chat, chat... Great time, short but great!

But it was on wednesday when the miracle happend: i managed to join all my friends from highschool. This is what we did:

Quite a sunny day in the park we have spent hours and hours all our life

Thursday: dinner at the "chinorris", where so many thursdays or fridays biers and nuggets fade away. With these friends i went diving more than 1 year ago now, ufff, so much time!!
Esos choricitos al infierno, ummmmm.
Small chorizo (highly seasoned pork sausage) in the fire, ummmmm.
Las Mariangeles del Carlos, jajaja. Some kind of Angels of Charlie

Friday: Dinner with my friends from Vallekas (neighbourhood from Madrid, but not mine) Eating again tapas, playing absurd games we love, talking about trips they did, parties that are being planned... and of course chatting a lot!


















Saturday: Dinner at an indian restaurant! They say they cook indian food, but Abhi, i think you won`t agree. It wasn`t spicy at all, even for me!!!!! But as spanish people can`t stand really spicy food (and there are not many indian in Sp) it`s a good place to have some kind of indian food. Then we end up in a bar with life jazz music. While we were going back home, we met some friends, and there was a girl i hadn`t seen her for 2 years maybe. it was great! It was the tirest night, and i didn`t sleep much. But...




Sunday morning: going to my father`s village to see my other granma, some auts... Lots of sun, playing with kiwido in the street while talking about the family.
My granma and one of my granauts

Back in the car, reading a the last 2 comics a friend lent me, as fast as i could to give them back before leaving. Did it! Then, back in Madrid, late evening, just a couple of hours in The Bech to say goodbay, well, not a goodbay, just a SEE YOU SOON!!!



















lunes, 12 de abril de 2010

back to my uk room

"tú, yo y un bote de queso rallado" una de las frases que mas gracia me han hecho estos días.

Prox. (a ser posible mñn) historia y foticos de los ultimos días