Hi @ll!
I’m writing from a ciber by the Victoria Station in London, so will be concise to avoid extra charges… I arrived at London yesterday night after a (very) long flight delay. Besides they broke my luggage 
Yes, you guessed it! It was raining. But I was psychologically prepared for that. It was much worse today, when I had to get to a company for a job interview and didn’t know that the fire brigade was on strike and closing many underground stations. In summary, it’s been a long an exciting day. Well, actually it’s not finished yet… Will now enjoy a pint at a very nice english pub.
November 14th, 2002
Have participated in a photo contest about the Erasmus experience. I have a collection of more than eight thousand photographs, and was really difficult to choose one to send. Couldn’t decide between these eight. Hope I’ve chosen the right one! :-S
p.s. I’m back in Madrid, but for a short time. I’ll be flying to London in one day and spend a week there!
November 11th, 2002
I’ll spend some days at warm Valencia, cos two good friends are getting married there. Won’t be posting again till Monday…
Have a nice weekend!!!
November 8th, 2002
Was just thinking about the great time we had @ Robert’s last bday party…
November 6th, 2002
I mean Joaquin Sabina‘s lyrics… Hope you all get to listen to this song sometime.
“By the boulevard of the broken dreams”
(to Chavela Vargas)
In the boulevard of the broken dreams
lives a red-poncho lady,
silver hair and brown flesh.
Ardent mestiza of free language,
brave cat of tiger skin
with Full Moon beam voice.
By the boulevard of the broken dreams
earthquakes straight past,
and there is a tequila for each doubt.
When AgustÃn seats by the piano,
Diego Rivera, pencil in hand,
draws Frida Kahlo naked.
He escaped from a love jail,
of an alcohol delirium,
of thousand nights staying up.
He left his heart in Madrid,
who would know how to laugh
as Chavela cries!?
By the boulevard of the broken dreams
the heartbroken devotees of San Antonio
are requesting kisses.
“Put your hand here Macorina”
pray your faithfuls by the canteens,
Black Dove of the excesses.
By the boulevard of the broken dreams
a tear wets old photos
and a song makes fun of fear.
Bitterness isn’t bitter
when it’s sung by Chavela Vargas
and written by a certain Jose Alfredo.
He escaped from a love jail,
of an alcohol delirium,
of thousand nights staying up.
He left his heart in Madrid,
who would know how to laugh
as Chavela cries!?
Bitterness isn’t bitter
when it’s sung by Chavela Vargas
and written by a certain Jose Alfredo.
p.s. original lyrics in Spanish. Hope they make a minimum of sense, I’ve translated them on the fly. (There’s not a single translation on the Internet!)
November 6th, 2002
