Froehliche Weihnachten und ein gluckliches Neues Jahr Feliz ñavida y provechosu añu nuevu Shuvo Baro Din Nedeleg laouen na bloav ezh mat Vesela Koleda I chestita Nova Godina Seng Dan Fai Lok, Sang Nian Fai Lok Bon nadal i feliç any nou! Geseende Kerfees en 'n gelukkige nuwe jaar I'D Mubarak ous Sana Saida Shenoraavor Nor Dari yev Pari Gaghand Felices navidaes y prósperu añu nuevu Prejeme Vam Vesele Vanoce a stastny Novy Rok Sung Tan Chuk Ha Pace e salute Glaedelig Jul Colo sana wintom tiebeen Jutdlime pivdluarit ukiortame pivdluaritlo Vesele Vianoce. A stastlivy Novy Rok Vesele bozicne praznike in srecno novo leto Feliz Navidad y Próspero Año Nuevo Gajan Kristnaskon Rõõmsaid Jõulupühi Zorionak eta Urte Berri On Cristmas-e-shoma mobarak bashad Hyvää Joulua or Hauskaa Joulua Zalig Kerstfeest en Gelukkig nieuw jaar Joyeux Noël et Bonne Année Nollaig chridheil agus Bliadhna mhath ur Nadolig LLawen a Blwyddyn Newydd Dda Bo Nadal e feliz aninovo Kala Christougenna Kieftihismenos O Kenourios Chronos Mele Kalikimaka Mo'adim Lesimkha. Shana Tova Vrolijk Kerstfeest en een Gelukkig Nieuwjaar Kellemes Karacsonyiunnepeket & Boldog Új Évet Selamat Hari Natal Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Idah Saidan Wa Sanah Jadidah Nollaig Shona Dhuit Gledileg Jol og Farsaelt Komandi ar Buon Natale e Felice Anno Nuovo Shinnen omedeto. Kurisumasu Omedeto Natale hilare et Annum Nuovo! Prieci'gus Ziemsve'tkus un Laimi'gu Jauno Gadu Linksmu Kaledu Streken Bozhik Macedonio Selamat Hari Natal Nixtieklek Milied tajjeb u is-sena t-tabja Kung His Hsin Nien bing Chu Shen Ta Meri Kirihimete Zul saryn bolon shine ony mend devshuulye God Jul og Godt Nyttår Polit nadal e bona annada Bikpela hamamas blong dispela Krismas na Nupela yia i go long yu Tok Pisin (hablado en Papúa Nueva Guinea) Wesolych Swiat Bozego Narodzenia i Szczesliwego Nowego Roku Boas Festas e um feliz Ano Novo Mata-Ki-Te-Rangi. Te-Pito-O-Te-Henua Sarbatori vesele Pozdrevlyayu s prazdnikom Rozhdestva is Novim Godom ciid wanaagsan iyo sanad cusub oo fiican Wilujeng Natal Sareng Warsa Enggal God Jul och Gott Nytt År ºKrismas Njema Na Heri Za Mwaka Mpyaº Suksan Wan Christmas lae Sawadee Pee Mai Nathar Puthu Varuda Valthukkal Noeliniz Ve Yeni Yiliniz Kutlu Olsun Turco Veseloho Vam Rizdva i Shchastlyvoho Novoho Roku! Chuc Mung Giang Sinh Sinifesela Ukhisimusi Omuhle Nonyaka Omusha Onempumelelo

Froehliche Weihnachten und ein gluckliches Neues Jahr

Feliz ñavida y provechosu añu nuevu

Shuvo Baro Din

Nedeleg laouen na bloav ezh mat

Vesela Koleda I chestita Nova Godina

Seng Dan Fai Lok, Sang Nian Fai Lok

Bon nadal i feliç any nou!

Geseende Kerfees en 'n gelukkige nuwe jaar

I'D Mubarak ous Sana Saida

Shenoraavor Nor Dari yev Pari Gaghand

Felices navidaes y prósperu añu nuevu

Prejeme Vam Vesele Vanoce a stastny Novy Rok

Sung Tan Chuk Ha

Pace e salute

Glaedelig Jul

Colo sana wintom tiebeen

Jutdlime pivdluarit ukiortame pivdluaritlo

Vesele Vianoce. A stastlivy Novy Rok

Vesele bozicne praznike in srecno novo leto


Feliz Navidad y Próspero Año Nuevo


Gajan Kristnaskon

Rõõmsaid Jõulupühi

Zorionak eta Urte Berri On

Cristmas-e-shoma mobarak bashad

Hyvää Joulua or Hauskaa Joulua

Zalig Kerstfeest en Gelukkig nieuw jaar

Joyeux Noël et Bonne Année

Nollaig chridheil agus Bliadhna mhath ur

Nadolig LLawen a Blwyddyn Newydd Dda

Bo Nadal e feliz aninovo

Kala Christougenna Kieftihismenos O Kenourios Chronos

Mele Kalikimaka

Mo'adim Lesimkha. Shana Tova

Vrolijk Kerstfeest en een Gelukkig Nieuwjaar

Kellemes Karacsonyiunnepeket & Boldog Új Évet

Selamat Hari Natal

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Idah Saidan Wa Sanah Jadidah

Nollaig Shona Dhuit

Gledileg Jol og Farsaelt Komandi ar

Buon Natale e Felice Anno Nuovo

Shinnen omedeto. Kurisumasu Omedeto

Natale hilare et Annum Nuovo!

Prieci'gus Ziemsve'tkus un Laimi'gu Jauno Gadu

Linksmu Kaledu

Streken Bozhik

Selamat Hari Natal

Nixtieklek Milied tajjeb u is-sena t-tabja

Kung His Hsin Nien bing Chu Shen Ta
Meri Kirihimete

Zul saryn bolon shine ony mend devshuulye

God Jul og Godt Nyttår

Polit nadal e bona annada

Bikpela hamamas blong dispela Krismas na Nupela yia i go long yu
Tok Pisin (hablado en Papúa Nueva Guinea)
Wesolych Swiat Bozego Narodzenia i Szczesliwego Nowego Roku

Boas Festas e um feliz Ano Novo

Mata-Ki-Te-Rangi. Te-Pito-O-Te-Henua

Sarbatori vesele

Pozdrevlyayu s prazdnikom Rozhdestva is Novim Godom

ciid wanaagsan iyo sanad cusub oo fiican

Wilujeng Natal Sareng Warsa Enggal

God Jul och Gott Nytt År

ºKrismas Njema Na Heri Za Mwaka Mpyaº

Suksan Wan Christmas lae Sawadee Pee Mai

Nathar Puthu Varuda Valthukkal

Noeliniz Ve Yeni Yiliniz Kutlu Olsun

Veseloho Vam Rizdva i Shchastlyvoho Novoho Roku!

Chuc Mung Giang Sinh

Sinifesela Ukhisimusi Omuhle Nonyaka Omusha Onempumelelo



el gatufo 

CIUDAD DE CONTRASTES

Madrid, ciudad de contrastes y de enorme bullicio, que nunca duerme y donde nadie se siente forastero.

Llegar, verla y amarla.

Cuando pasas un mes, dos o tres, la haces tuya y nunca se te borrará de la memoria.

Las increibles facetas de una ciudad de contrastes.




el gatufo

MADRID MY CITY

 

Today Madrid is a big city, nothing similar to the city I knew when I was a Young boy and walk round its streets and squares, in fact I can´t recognise this city of todeay less friendly than fourty or thirty years ago.

 

Every persons who came here to live, after some years it was a madrilean more, it doesn´t matter which part of the world she ot he was born, but even more after ten years or a Little more these people love the city as it was of them, their city by all means.

My parents came from Burgos when they were married already, I was the only one that was born in the city, the Little city then, but it was so nice, friedly, funny as always it was. They, my parents, seems madrileans after ten years living here.

The castellano language here sounds different, as in every land of Spain, but we talk so different that the language its called "castizo" because we use a lot of words and expressions that they are not used other parts of Spain.

We have our own music, "chotis", that is sing and dance in the feasts, but also our own Opera that here we call it "Zarzuela", it is similar to an Opera but its also spoken at the same time that the music sounds and the singers sing. I do love Zarzuelas, and despite there are these kind of music from all lands of Spain, Madrid has their own Zarzuelas where the way of speaking of "castizos" are the accent that is necessary to use.

The girls are called "chulapas" and the boys "chulapos" and all they have a peculiar way of being dressed, nice coloured garments and also the girls wear "mantones de manila" what is absolutely necessary for them if they wanted to be good dressed.

There are some Zarzuelas very funny and quiete a good music, several in fact, but some of the best known are "La Verbena de la Paloma", "La Revoltosa", "La Gran Via", "El Barberillo de Lavapiés". "Luisa Fernanda"...it was singed by the good Tenor Alfredo Kraus  Placido Domingo but also Javier Pons or Jose Carreras and some of the best sopranos or mezosopranos like Teresa Berganza, Nancy Herrera, Maria Rodríguez, and so forth.......

Once that O went to the theatre to attend to Luisa Fernanda, singed by Plácido Domingo it was sitting close near to me Alfredo Kraus, one of the best tenors to me, he was retired already and few months later he was dead, I was very sorry for him and his family.

Usually Madrid´s music is pleasant, bustling and cheerful just how madrileños are. Friendly nice people who take life easy, without too much troubles.

The city now it is quite different, all has changed to be a big European city, for good or for bad I really don´t know.

Life is different, hard, too much noise, millions of people from every where of the world, some of the áreas that was absolutely typical have changed drasticaly, for worst.

But time changes everything and this my city wasn´t an exception, no so much "castizos" "chulapas" or "chulapones" instead people from China, Equador, Maroc, Peru, Colombia, Nigeria, Argentina, Rumania, Russia, Ukrania, and thirty or more countries have taken their place.

At the end all these people will be madrileños too, that´s for sure, but it will take several years to be truth.

Now Madrid has the best Art Museums nearly from the World, as Thyssen, Prado, Reina Sofia, Picasso, Sorrolla, Caixa Fórum, Royal Palace, Descalzas, and so forth....

But also another kind of events that makes the city one of the first in Cultural event in Europe and other parts of the World...

I love and hate Madrid.

Why? that´s a mystery to me.

el gatufo

(by the way people that were born in Madrid are called "CATS"

some time ago....now I think it is different...why they are called Cats along history......that is another story to tell in future)

MADRID IS NOT OLYMPIC

Yes, Madrid wanted to be the Olympic City on the year 2020 but it wasn´t possible, every body knows it already, but in march when I wrote this there was hopes to get the goal.....

IT WAS TOKYO...........congratulations to Tokyo.....from Madrid.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Today Madrid is a big city, nothing similar to the city I knew when I was a boy and walk round its streets and squares, in fact I can´t recognise this city of today less friendly than fourty or thirty years ago.

Its a beautiful city, without any doubt, Madrid has some museums so good as el Prado, Thyssen, Reina Sofia, and parks as El Retiro or Casa de Campo.

Also there is the Royal Palace, Sabatini Gardens, Gran Via with its incredible buildings different from other cities of the world.

Years ago every person who came here to live, after some time it was a madrilean more, it doesn´t matter which part of the world she ot he was born.

At the end these people love the city as it was of them, their city by all means.

My parents came from Burgos when they were married already, I was the only one that was born in the city, the Little city then, but it was so nice, friedly, funny as always it was. They, my parents, seems madrileans after ten years living here.

The castellano language here sounds different, as in every land of Spain, but we talk so different that the language its called "castizo" because we use a lot of words and expressions that they are not used other parts of Spain.

+ + + + + + + +

We have our own music, "chotis", that is sing and dance in the feasts, but also our own Opera that here we call it "Zarzuela", it is similar to an Opera but its also spoken at the same time that the music sounds and the singers sing. I do love Zarzuelas, and despite there are these kind of music from all lands of Spain, Madrid has their own Zarzuelas where the way of speaking of "castizos" are the accent that is necessary to use.

The girls are called "chulapas" and the boys "chulapos" and all they have a peculiar way of being dressed, nice coloured garments and also the girls wear "mantones de manila" what is absolutely necessary for them if they wanted to be good dressed.

+ + + + + + + + +

There are some Zarzuelas very funny and quiete a good music, several in fact, but some of the best known are "La Verbena de la Paloma", "La Revoltosa", "La Gran Via", "El Barberillo de Lavapiés". "Luisa Fernanda"...it was singed by the good Tenor Alfredo Kraus  Placido Domingo but also Javier Pons or Jose Carreras and some of the best sopranos or mezosopranos like Teresa Berganza, Nancy Herrera, Maria Rodríguez, and so forth.......

Once I went to  the theatre to watch a Zarzuela called " Luisa Fernanda", singed by Plácido Domingo it was sitting close near to me Alfredo Kraus, one of the best tenors

Spain has for long.

Usually Madrid´s music is pleasant, bustling and cheerful just how madrileños are. Friendly nice people who take life easy, without too much troubles.

+ + + + + + + + +

The city now it is quite different, all has changed to be a big European city, for good or for bad I really don´t know.

Life is different, hard, too much noise, millions of people from every where of the world, some of the áreas that was absolutely typical have changed drasticaly, for worst.

But time changes everything and this my city wasn´t an exception, no so much "castizos" "chulapas" or "chulapones" instead people from China, Equador, Maroc, Peru, Colombia, Nigeria, Argentina, Rumania, Russia, Ukrania, and thirty or more countries have taken their place.

At the end all these people will be madrileños too, that´s for sure, but it will take several years to be truth.

Now Madrid has

 another kind of events that makes the city one of the first in Cultural event in Europe and other parts of the World...

+ + + + + +

MADRID WANTS TO BE AN OLYMPIC CITY ON THE YEAR 2020...

Will be it posible?

I love and hate Madrid.

Of course, I was born in this city.

Why? that´s a mystery to me.

(Puerta del Sol, it is the 0 km. of Spain because all the roads of

the Nation start here, like the centre of Iberian Península)

Greetings, 

el gatufo.

RESPIRAR UN SUBLICIO

Respirar es un tormento constante, los pulmones estallan, la tos no cesa tratando de expulsar cuerpos extraños introducidos con cada bocanada de aire pestilente. 
La falta de oxigeno es angustiosa, el corazón se acelera al máximo y temo que en cualquier momento sufrir un infarto. 
Mi compañero es mucho mas fuerte y acusa menos la extenuación que siento en mis músculos, no siento los pies, mis piernas rígidas como palos dudo que me sigan manteniendo por mucho tiempo.
Hemos salido del túnel hace unas horas y parece que lleváramos el día entero caminando. 

El caos es si cabe mayor que ayer. 
Ni se preocupan ya de apilar los cadáveres que proliferan por doquier. 

Niños, mujeres y ancianos están diseminados por cualquier lugar, iban pertrechados con unas pocas pertenencias como si quisieran huir de sus casas.

Habrán salido de madrugada y no han podido andar más de un kilómetro o dos, derrumbándose exhaustos, tosiendo, vomitando, sangrando por narices y boca hasta que un ataque fulminante de corazón o un derrame cerebral acaba con sus vidas y su sufrimiento.

Acabaré igual que ellos, pienso, no puedo continuar más. 
El aire es irrespirable y venenoso en grado sumo. Cuando joven fui un experto nadador que aguantaba horas en el agua haciendo largos de piscina o de playa una y otra vez. 
Nunca he fumado, tampoco he padecido severos catarros, y quizás este sea el motivo de no haber sucumbido ya.

En cualquier momento estaré en el suelo, pienso, cuando de hecho he caído ya y no me he enterado.

Me ponen una boquilla en la boca y respiro, respiro, es una delicia el aire que llena mis pulmones. Estoy así un segundo aunque no creo tal cosa. Habrá sido un buen rato, me sacuden y abro los ojos. 
En marcha, vamos, tenemos que seguir me dice una voz.

Me incorporo con ayuda y comienzo a caminar de nuevo. A mi lado sigue mi compañero que rápidamente está guardando algo en su macuto. 
Es una mascarilla de oxígeno que me ha dado la vida.

Conviene que nadie la vea, menos aún los soldados, por lo que vamos caminando con sumo cuidado, escondiéndonos en el momento que escuchamos pisadas de grupo.

El silencio es opresivo. En una ciudad como Madrid el hecho de no escuchar nada, solo algún grito o de vez en cuando algún disparo, es aterrador.

Siempre deseé un poco de silencio, pero no esta calma, me eriza los cabellos presenciar que nada se mueve, nada se oye, se habla con voz queda, nuestras pisadas también son silenciosas debido a la capa de polvo, sangre y suciedad que cubre el asfalto o las aceras.

Se escucha el ruido de pesadas botas sobre el asfalto, de inmediato nos escondemos tras varios árboles caídos y observamos atentamente hacia el lugar del que proviene el ruido.

Se oyen juramentos y voces que acompañan a las pisadas.
Un grupo de soldados astrosos con los uniformes sucios y raídos aparece al frente doblando una calle. 

Hablan, tosen, escupen quitándose las mascaras para hacerlo, portan pesados cuchillos en sus manos manchados todos ellos de sangre.
Han dado buena cuenta de los desprevenidos que se han aventurado en las calles tras el toque de queda.

El que parece ser el oficial habla por un teléfono móvil. 

No puede ser, pienso, no funcionan los móviles, pero este es distinto y funciona. 
Es indudable pues se dirige a algún superior recabando ordenes e informado de los incidentes nocturnos.

Cuando acaba suelta una blasfemia, manda formar a la tropa de unos quince y esbozando un grotesco paso marcial enfilan por otra calle a la derecha de donde nos encontramos. 
Se alejan, vuelvo a tragar el asqueroso aire con alivio, seguimos nuestra penosa marcha.

Mi compañero me anima, me sujeta, no desea verme morir pues tendría que seguir su marcha hacia el norte solo, y no desea hacer tal cosa.

Conocidos de una sola noche y amigos ya para siempre unidos por la adversidad y el sufrimiento.

Andamos, tropezamos, sorteamos cuerpos y arboles putrefactos, seguimos caminando sin parar.

¿Cuanto tiempo?

Miles de horas, cientos, no,  solo cinco o seis y nos falta mucho camino aún para llegar a casa.

A TRAVEL THROUGH THE WORDS

After a year of writing here I like to see what have been the changes in this blog, also I like to see what I said a year ago that it was my first experience about writing a blog.
More or less what I wrote a year ago was a lot of nonsense words or ideas, but as always when a person read some notes that were written on the past there is something to learn from them.


I said that it seems I was writing for no body just because there was not any reply or not any signs that any people could read it.
Having in mind I was writing for me only I talk something about my own life, just a diary as I
have done several times before.

Also writing I said our life in a sunday was the same as a monday or other day of the week. Why?
It is easy, I don´t work out from home, so days of the month or the week are the same for me and for my wife. Frecuently I don´t know which day we are living.


Our life is simple, living in a big city like Madrid with so many sites to visit we usually don´t go out to any place, I would like but it is not possible.


My wife Cuca is sick, with a bad sickness "multiple esclerosis" and she likes to be indoors doing her life, Reading, listening to the radio, or the news and even, typing in the keyboard of her pc., so a sunday is a similar day to other day of the week.

The rutine of sundays is that a person comes home to do house chores, help me with the hard work  of a house. This person is like a friend of us now. For years she has been coming on sundays because the rest of week days are working doing other things.

These was before, it was was wrote last year, now just today everything has changed as I could say in other ocasión.
Every day is coming Isabel, the peruvian friend to help me with the chores of the house, little by little things change and this year 2013 it is different from the last of 2012.

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 Being a marry man, working all my life out home, I was very bad acustomed to do nearaly nothing at home.
It was my wife, Cuca, who take care of the children and the house.
Suddenly she was ill, it seems her illness was going to pass soon, but it wasn´t so and at the end
her husband, me,  needs to start a new life as a house keeping.

Yes, this was a new life for me, taking care of my dear wife, looking for the supplies, cooking, going to shop, doing everything a girl or a woman it is supposed to do at home.
Why not men? ....A good question.
So last year and today, of course,  I understand very well what a good woman do at home, it is a difficult work that is not appreciate for us, men, who are absolutely selfish, proud of our Works out home.

Till the moment a person start to do something different, he or she is not aware of the difficult task a house could be, and yes for me it is.

Here at home I have known something about house chores, but outside this my little world I do not know what is happening in the outdoors world.
Yes, the world of outside home, the Spain´s world, The Europa´s world, and so forth....what is happening over there?

So easy to know that I am fed up about the bad news of every day.....

-----------------

Everything if falling down since five or six years ago, and people are not aware that their world is over.

There is not work, not hopes, not any future for the momento, and thousand and thousands of young well prepared tha have to leave their countries looking for a work.
People with fourty or fifty years old that have not money, not work, not home, and so forth.......
so, I said that "Just hte same as every day" no good news at all, not justice, not hopes for our
young and so forth.

Every week now people are in the streets making noise, shouting, against nearly everything
even also they want to change the goverment, the democracy, our system of life, and so
forth.
People are desperate and it is easy to manage persons who has nothing to lost.

Another kind of problems appears from this chaos, yes that is so because some of us are thinking about Spain.
 Spain? does exist this country?...or it is something I was teached and now that idea is not valid?.

Why?. Because every one out  the centre of Iberia wants to be out of the Nation.
Spain? Not, it is better to be Cataluña, Comunidad Vasca, Canarias and so on........
Some months ago I could listened to news that said something about an agreement of Maroc with U.E. about fishing round its coast was finished, and that would be affected to....the fishmen/women of Spain, Andalucia and Canarias.....and I thought......Andalucia is not Spain?
Canarias is not Spain?

What kind of news are these?. I have headache already of listening news like this every day.

Well, I would like that news, subjects, and so forth should be a Little more clear as people
at the end don´t understand anything.

That´s all friends.
This was an example of the subjects I use to write a year ago.

Even now I could write more about the same ítems, but I am fed up. I prefer to look to my
nice cat Gatufo and forget what is happening round me, in my country, in Europe or in
the World,, in fact I could do nothing about it.

It is possible that after a year I have learn anything to talk about?. May be, I like to write that is sure.

Thanks a lot if you have enough patience to read me in this blog even once and have enough patience to read till the end of some of the subjects.



el gatufo.               

MAS QUE VIAJAR SENTIR

 

Lost

Perdido ando hoy sin tu alegría.

Que me anima a seguir este camino.

Emprendido a tu lado ya en la lejanía.

No recuerdo otro despertar sin tu regazo.

Pain  WHAT FOR
 

Un dolor anticipado nos hace ignorar la fragilidad de nuestro entorno.

Incierta pesadumbre de esa pena ilusos ignoramos si vivos enfrentaremos el mañana.

Dolor futuro tangible eres ya sin ser real, ciegos a la realidad de hoy.

Sufrimos ya ese momento que solo con la mente anticipamos.

Ansiedad, aléjate de mi, no eres certeza estate callada.
Solo eres producto de una mente que sufre ya anticipada.

Falling in Love

Sin querer, sin sentirlo casi sin darme cuenta estaba enamorado.

Delgada, bonita, criatura loca viviamos ya en los sesenta.

Ilusos años de una generación que lo confundió todo.

Amor, milagro cotidiano fue que con su ardiente brillo me sustenta.

Tras treinta o mas años sin darme cuenta casi sin sentirlos, hoy sigo enamorado.

(my girl and love)

 

Depresion

 

No soy el mismo que ayer me sentí.

Cambiado estoy sin saber por que.

Sera el hoy lo que me deja vacío.

Ideas vienen y van sin dejar huella.

Pensamientos incesantes taladran la cabeza.

No hay sosiego ni descanso solo ya.

Vuelve en ti me digo, y así un día mas.

Persigo quimeras que se esfuman.

No hay sentido ni esperanza, solo espera.

Un día, y otro mas aguantando ¿que?.

La muerte sin duda, descanso aparente y facil.

Dormir, no pensar, no sufrir, no esperar.

Dormir al fin, ¿descansar quizás?.

                                                                                               

 

 

In the bed

Pienso cuando a mi lado duermes....

Tu cara pecosa, tu sonrisa que ansío.

El amor en tus ojos, la luz de esa mirada.

El tono en tu voz, si estás triste o alegre.

Cosas que adivino al verte cuando dormida.

A mi lado sigues y el nuevo día amanece.

The Waiting

Alejados de nuestro mundo de ayer

tranquilos vemos pasar los días

juntando tiempo suficiente para pasar

los años.

Apagada la tarde se acorta el plazo

futuro incierto que esperamos sin prisa

pues aunque prisioneros somos

sin angustia estamos

Felices de seguir recorriendo

el camino sin retorno que finaliza

antes o depues, quien lo sabe

la larga o feliz espera siempre cierta.

el gatufo