PantoHell...

Director:

Can somebody kill me?

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Sophia:

...I didn't want to say.. it is pretty bad, but...

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Director:

No! I meant: Can somebody kill the MICROPHONE!!!!!!

On how Farm should think of a new door....

He examined the door, as a paleontologist would do with the ancient remains of a brontosaurus.

At first he felt like an Indiana Jones, but as the task became more and more difficult to achieve, he thought that Mr. Jones probably never had that much trouble with a single door and he probably never used the 'girl' to hold his 'stuff' while attempting the unachievable under the London rain.

'Bollocks', he thought... and all that Christmas decoration waiting to be hanged...

The End.

p.s.: By the way, the name 'Brontosaurus' is not right.... the correct name is: Apatosaurus.. but there's something so romantic about 'Brontosaurus'....

A Night

Blackdrop. The darkest night I've ever seen. So dark, the stars could almost be fetched with ones hands. Thousands of stars, engaged in a slow dance, flirting almost. The milky way as visible as the spiders that crawl on your shoes if you step out of the tent.

Five or six tents spread over a small area. Lanterns an ghost stories rolling from tent to tent alongside the nicotine and maryjane. Jose Julio, Jorge Mario, Oscar and Luis pee in a line, looking at the sky while killing insects with the yellow liquid.

Nights in the rainforest are longer, not because of the absence of light (light never lacks there, and stones glow in the dark, reflecting the moonlight.), but because your dreams seem to be as old as the stones used in the temples. Sleep is heavy and memories from ancient times gravitate in the environment colliding with your thoughts from time to time.

Legend says that once, one of the guardians of Tikal fell asleep at the top of the big temple (the Great Jaguar). He then woke up having had the most extraordinary dream; in his dream, he participated of a funeral some thousand years ago. He saw every detail of the ceremony including the exact position of the grave of the magnificent king who was being buried.

His words awoke the curiosity of the archaeologists who had been trying to find that spot. To everyones surprise, the place he described was in effect, the place were the king had been resting since his death.

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I love randomness...

In a weird way it was a sort of serenade....

thank you.








p.s.: who likes 'normal' anyway?

question of the day.

What do your friends love about you?

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you have to find out, for yourself...

Over the last two weeks I've been in some kind of emotional rollercoaster in which I discover (quite insightful also) all the range of emotions a human being is capable of.... so it seems.

It all starts with some projects I was really looking forward to be part of and couldn't because of various reasons; then there is the usual pain in the ass-blondish cutie with british accent who is the biggest idiot on the planet, that, and a fucking comedy genius.

Arrrggg.... So one day you look to the future and think: what a beautiful life... I will do this and this and that... well, the next day you are back in '0' and nothing seems to be working...

Tonight I had dinner with a friend, (hard to say because before today I never really saw him as a friend, but just someone I know... but now I know he cares)

basically he told me of how much he did underestimate me in the past and how amazed he is with me now. He said something like: 'Somehow you managed to hide your strenghts from me.' In his opinion that is what I do in life... I am afraid of taking risks, of leaving my comfort zone and of showing my strenghts. 'Your playing small doesn't help the world' someone wrote in a book. Sometimes one has this amazing image of how one wants to be... but maybe in the future; I don't know... a bit like leaving life for later... something like that...

And I did think of a song a friend sang for me once (the same I sang for another friend too- but without the audience), of a Buddhist phrase and something I read in a 'New Age book'.

The Buddhist thing goes like this:

Radiant Presence-

However young,

the seeker who sets out upon the way

shines bright over the world.

Day and night

the person who is awake

shines in the radiance of the spirit.

Meditate

Live purely

Be quiet

Do your work, with mastery.

Like the moon,

come from behind the clouds!

Shine.

Song for a Friend is a song I always told myself I would remember when having a bad day... probably my fav. song by Jason.

The video is a little shitty, but hey, it was a nice present.

I also have to thank Indre for reading this blog and for being such an amazing friend. xx

Toilet Rolls...

Toilet paper is talking to me.

Something about it being the softest paper I’ve ever tried.

I reply I’m not a professional toilet paper taster. I don’t know fuck about ‘softness’.

It says it has a dimpled middle layer for extra softness.

It is the best shit in the world, a jug of warm milk coming second place.