Hi @ll!
I’m now working full-time in Madrid (by “full-time” you can understand 8am to 8pm). You already know how the first days are… I haven’t had any time to post since my debut. To make it worse, just after work I have a daily training session. Nevertheless, I promise to stabilize my agenda soon -it’s a matter of days- and start posting regularly again. I like pretty much my new job, although it requires a lot of commitment and effort; btw I’m going karting on thursday and having a xmas dinner afterwards… if I don’t have any accident while racing 
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“The probability of someone watching you is proportional to the stupidity of your action.” — Anonymous
December 17th, 2002
Boss: (to employee) - Experts say humor on the job relieves tension in this time of down-sizing, Knock, Knock.
Employee: Who’s there?
Boss: Not you anymore.
December 13th, 2002
Another contribution to the internationalization of these meaningful lyrics…
“With you” (acoustic)
by Joaquin Sabina
I don’t want a civilized love,
with bills and scene in the sofa;
I don’t want you to travel to the past
and come back from the market feeling like crying.
I don’t want neighbors with stewpots;
I don’t want to sow or to share;
I don’t want February 14th or “happy birthday”.
I don’t want to carry your luggage;
I don’t want you to choose my shampoo;
I don’t want to have my ponytail cut,
move to another planet, drink a toast to you.
I don’t want Sunday afternoons;
I don’t want a swing in the garden;
what I want, cowardly heart, is you dying for me.
And die with you if you kill yourself
and kill myself if you die
because love kills when it doesn’t die
because killing love never dies.
I don’t want to save up for tomorrow,
I never knew how to reach the end of the month;
I don’t want to eat an apple twice a week
and don’t feel like eating.
I don’t want greenhouse warmth;
I don’t want to kiss your scar;
I don’t want Paris with downpour
or “I love you” without you.
Don’t wait for me in the court at midnight;
don’t tell me “let’s try it again”.
I don’t want neither free nor busy,
neither meat nor sin, neither pride nor mercy.
I don’t want to know why you did it;
I don’t want neither with you nor without you;
what I want, lass with sad eyes, is you dying for me.
And die with you if you kill yourself
and kill myself if you die
because love kills when it doesn’t die
because killing love never dies.
p.s. once again I’ve translated this on the fly… it is provided “as is”.
December 9th, 2002
