Morning for waiting

Today it’s a morning for waiting.

I wake up early, even if I don’t have to, and I opened all the windows, even if I was cold, I sited on my couch with a cup of coffee, and I set Bruce on the stereo, then I curled up with a blanket and sited while I wait.

Sometimes I loved to wait, bean seated curled up with a blanket with all hours ahead, when they are many, drink careful a coffee and leave the fresh air for the early day refresh my face.

No the books that I have to read, no the short tales that I must continue to write, neither the task that still in half done, nothing cares now.

I like to be alone, sited without do nothing, with nothing happening, none a dream, o evocation.

But, I can’t do it well , I couldn’t bean all time like this, the still a lot of hours ahead, and my mind already wakeup and out of any prediction, today, Saturday I’m writing in my blog.

Today my waiting its like a little path, each hour it’s a few steps, each minute I reach a little, I star to see the destiny.

Today will be a meeting of old friends , the was some years that be could we all together, today its going to be a especially day and I know it, but I’m not nervous, I happy full of Joy and I like to say it.

Today I’ll give huge hugs and the most lovely kiss that my best friends grant to, today it’s going to be that day that the distance in the road doesn’t matter, I reach the destiny.


Today I’ll at home, with they I always be, don’t matter where be are.

Pages

Today I’ll write a letter with invisible ink, full of good memories, from the things I loved, and the things that I still have inside me and will be not for forgetting, just to write my last poem with it, to joy with the power of words and memories.

I will do it with a paper that I really like it, those you search when you want to say something nice to someone special, and I choose it with softness, I don’t to be sober, but also don’t be to showy.

I think in every word, in every sentence, like if I composed a melody, I’ll read it until I find myself singing it without notice, and then I’ll dance it for a while, until my legs fell down.

Then I’ll put on it ever sentence, every letter, with softness but with decision, and I sing it with all my names, the ones I was, the ones I’m , the ones that I’ll never be again, putting mi kiss, my tears and sign with it.

Then I put on my baggage, that I used for little travels, that have been with me so long, and so many times, the one that saw so much about me that sometimes It’s know me better that myself.

And one day, when my feet touch again the border of a beach, I’ll put on the water, let the see take it within, going ever where it want to go, the nice its no only have it, no only wrote it, no only brought it, sensed it and specially remember it.

Today I begin to turn the page.

Musical Brothers

Everyone childhood was marked with little moments, things that happens and people who influence us, some of then are evident, like a. scar in a smooth kin, and others more subtle, even inappreciable, like a memory of a name that now be don’t even know, but some how its strangely familiar.

I try hard in show my small world to my brothers, no for make they been like a copy of me, just to given they more choices that then ones that everybody could choose. Nowadays they own world it’s big and a I see little part of the things I loved in there.

I remember perfectly that to me was happened the same, in same way, part of the music I listen its influence by my bigger sister, even some of the books that I read where I was a child, I happy to see that our little worlds are replicate and share within we love.

Some years ago I brought my sister to home to show they Madrid city for a weak, we went to see my favorites places, at that moment, and many others places that I consider that they could liked, once was a Musical.
My passion for Musicals its parade with my passion for movies, I transmitted to my sisters some years ago, they only been in small plays y small theatres and they never been in nothing similar as a Musical, and that time they was in Madrid “Beauty and the Beast” so I decided that its could be a greet manner to show something that they don’t know.

Be bought a good tickets, I don’t usually see they in many time so I spend money without thinking how much its, and we went to the theatre with a lot of illusion, we where a few meters from the scene and in the air we smell like theatre smelt, they were nervous and the couldn’t be quiet in they chairs, and I laugh for happiness because they illusion that they has to went to the play.

Lights go down and the orchestra star to play, and was like magic, they sited and listen the music without saying a word, they have red cheeks of happiness, and they moving the little feet according the music, I have recorded in my memory they surprise faces for the spectacular thing they saw, the dances, choreography light and sound.

Between two acts my little sister said with a true illusion: - Juan, this it’s like cinema, but for real-.

They make me to sensed that I’m the best brother in the world, even If I’m not, and nowadays when we spoke, even its was a long time ago, they tell me that If they come to Madrid we go to see one musical.

Live it’s a musical.

Colours

Today I should stay in bed, curled up in my blankets.

Maybe I finally dream with a sky full of clouds, but no dark o gray clouds those that could hiding the light, just round clouds made with soft colours, open in holes by ray of lights that make you see portions of sky.

Maybe dream with shining green hills, covered with a early dew, and on they a blanket, on it a good book with a feather marking what I already readed, sited hanging my knees together and my hearth startled for looking that sky that its only in my dreams, and then I could sense a low breeze that sing a old song, from a old time when the music usually calm, even the saddest hearths.

And then I could outlined the contours with a small brush, making new textures and forms, fill all with colours from a palette full of colours that I never used, and redefine my world, even for be the same, just to look like its was new.

But today it wasn’t that day, today I just wake up and leave my dreams stored in some place where I could go one day to colour it.

Friends with Chocolat

It was a good weekend, full of god friends.

New and old friends, friends that love you and treat you with softness, and friends because the love you they treat you with bitterness, the ones which you cry when they hugs you, or to hug they when they are sad, the ones that they will always be near you, and the ones that they never went.

So between laughter and weeping, between spontaneity and foolishment of be our self, and the conscience to talk about something more serious knowing about what we are saying, between hugs and love, emotions and even pulls of the ears, because every once sometime grant its, on those things all the weekend went and show me that….

I’m lucky for having those good friends.

Hello to everyone

First at all, there was a long time since I wrote my last web page using English, so forget about my poor English and the mistakes that I could do.

They were a couple of month that I started to make my own blog, but I did it in Spanish, mainly because most of my friends are Spanish.

Then I realized that its maybe good if I try to make another blog in English, so some other friends could read it, especially my brother in-law, and my little nephews, so here we go, let’s see how I manage it.