Images of the world around me.

Outside.

Sun, 19 May 2013 11:12:54 +0200

Outside.

Four variations of a smiling tongue.

Fri, 17 May 2013 10:55:47 +0200

Four variations of a smiling tongue.

Working scenery: From my window.

Fri, 17 May 2013 09:41:28 +0200

Working scenery: From my window.

Crossing.

Wed, 15 May 2013 21:04:18 +0200

Crossing.

Share 10 random facts about yourself

Tue, 14 May 2013 11:33:16 +0200

Share 10 random facts about yourself

well…

1) I hate any kind of “-ism”. I think that ideas can’t be upon human beings and the basic rule for being in this planet is to respect the other’s ideas as well as demand respect for yours.

2) I have a compulsive need to understand things. I think that there is a reason for everything (maybe I can or cannot agree with that reason, or the reason can be logical or illogical…). Reasoning and understanding “why” is a key, for me, to learn in life.

3) I love history. Not as a sum of dates and facts but understanding how and why people lived. I enjoy writings, paintings, etc. a lot more if I know the conditions in which they were done (Shakespeare or Cervantes wouldn’t have been themselves outside that period of history).

4) As a consequence, I love memories. The world changes so fast that I need to preserve these brief and small pieces of life for me and others (starting with my family) as images or texts.

5) Therefore, I need to take images to preserve the scenes and feelings.

6) For me, my family is the most important thing. Living together teaches me to be more indulgent, to learn about my own mistakes (a lot), to see the world through the other’s eyes, to think first about others instead of looking my belly…

7) I love to teach as I think that, in this way, I collaborate in the “creation” of critic minds that can change the world for better.

8) I have fear of the future. Not for me, but for our kids. I would like to know that they are going to enjoy a better world than ourselves. At present moment, I’m not sure, so I try to teach them how to be ready for the future and to fight for a better world.

9) I love to eat and I must fight against this pleasure as I’m gaining too much weight (and this is breaking my health).

10) I don’t care about laughing of myself because I think that smiling is one of the greatest things upon the Earth surface.

Maybe too philosophical… but this is what randomly jumped from my brain!!! ;)

The horsemen.

Wed, 08 May 2013 09:14:53 +0200

The horsemen.

alveraz: Woman With Cigarette My Website My Facebook

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 18:29:31 +0200

alveraz:

Woman With Cigarette

My Website

My Facebook

Curiosity.

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 11:24:12 +0200

Curiosity.

Sons of Prometheus: the king and the death.

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 09:53:00 +0200

Sons of Prometheus: the king and the death.

25 de abril / 25 aprile / April 25

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 20:05:00 +0200

Per gli amici italiani e portoghesi: Congratulazioni! E né le generazioni presenti né futuro non dimenticano mai la storia!

Para os amigos italianos e Português: Parabéns! E nem as gerações presentes nem futuro nunca esquecem a história!

For Italian and Portuguese friends: Congratulations! And neither present nor future generations never forget history!

Para los amigos italianos y portugueses: Felicidades!!! Y que ni las generaciones presentes ni futuras olviden nunca la historia!!!

(links to the songs that are the symbol of this day)

Grandola

Bella ciao

My three halves vs. Three versions of me (Evolution).

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 22:01:20 +0200

My three halves vs. Three versions of me (Evolution).

In & out.

Tue, 23 Apr 2013 10:15:21 +0200

In & out.

Having cold on a warm day.

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 13:47:00 +0200

Having cold on a warm day.

The dancer.

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 11:35:52 +0200

The dancer.

El día que acabó la crisis / The day that the crisis was over.

Fri, 19 Apr 2013 10:39:44 +0200

El día que acabó la crisis / The day that the crisis was over.:

Cuando termine la recesión habremos perdido 30 años en derechos y salarios

One day, we’ll wake up in 2014 and they’ll announce that the crisis is over. Rivers of ink written with our sorrows will flow, celebrating the end of the nightmare, they’ll make us believe that the danger has passed but they’ll warn us that there are still signs of weakness and you have to be very careful to avoid relapse. They’ll get us to breathe relieved, to celebrate the event, to strip the critical attitude against the powers and they’ll promise that, step by step, calm will return to our lives.

One day in 2014, the crisis will be officially over and we’ll show a face of stupid grateful, they’ll reproach us our lack of confidence, they’ll make good the adjustment policies and rewind the carousel of the economy. Of course, the ecological crisis, the unequal distribution crisis, the crisis of the impossibility of infinite growth will remain intact but that threat has never been published or disseminated and those who truly dominate the world will put an end to this crisis scam -half fact, half fiction-, whose origin is difficult to decipher but whose objectives were clear and conclusive: set us back 30 years in rights and wages.

One day in 2014, when wages will be cheaper, near the Third World, when the work will be so cheap that it’ll no longer be the determining factor of the product, when they make all professions to kneel so their knowledge will fit into a squalid payroll; they will have trained youth in the art of working almost free, when they’ll have a pool of millions of unemployed people willing to be versatile, movable and moldable just to escape the hell of despair, then the crisis will be over.

One day in 2014, when students will be massified in classrooms and they’ll have expelled from the educational system 30% of students without visible trace of the feat, when health will be purchased and not offered, when our health status will resemble that of our bank account, when we will be charged for each service, for each right, when retirements will be late-paid and meager, when we’ll be convinced that we need private insurance to guarantee our lives, then the crisis will finish.

One day in 2014, they’ll have achieved a leveling down of the entire social structure and all -except the dome carefully placed safely in each sector- will tread puddles of scarcity or feel the breath of fear in our back , when we’ll be tired of confronting each other and all the bridges of solidarity will be broken, then they’ll announce that the crisis is over.

Never in such a short time they will have achieved so much. Five years alone have been enough to reduce to ashes rights that took centuries to conquer and spread. A brutal devastation as social landscape had succeeded only in Europe through the war. Although, come to think, in this case it was the enemy who has dictated the rules, the duration of the fighting, the strategy and the conditions of the armistice.

So, not only when we will be out of the crisis what worries me, but how we leave it. His great triumph will be not only make us poorer and unequal, but also more coward and resigned as without these last ingredients the ground so easily have won will come again in dispute.

Currently they have turned back the clock of history and they have earned 30 years of their interests. Now the last touches to the new social context remain: a little over privatization here, a little less public spending there and voilà: their work will be completed. When the calendar will point any day of the year 2014, but our lives have fallen back to the late seventies, they will decree the end of the crisis on the radio and we will hear the latest terms of our surrender.

Concha Caballero, 18 January 2013
(sorry for my translation)

Countercurrent II: me and the others.

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 13:52:00 +0200

Countercurrent II: me and the others.

Crossing lives.

Wed, 17 Apr 2013 12:23:00 +0200

Crossing lives.

clokaroundtherock: “‘The past,’ he thought, ‘is linked with...

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 13:10:47 +0200

clokaroundtherock:

“‘The past,’ he thought, ‘is linked with the present by an unbroken chain of events flowing one out of another.’ And it seemed to him that he had just seen both ends of that chain; that when he touched one end the other quivered.” Anton Chekhov.

Paris, rue Lepic, candid (the same you can see here, we were following each other quite by chance; BTW, it’s opposite the café where were shot “Amélie Poulain”, for those who know the movie), April 2013.

An image beyond the time.

Un cruce de ilusiones. A crossing of illusions.

Tue, 16 Apr 2013 11:15:00 +0200

Un cruce de ilusiones.

A crossing of illusions.

Countercurrent.

Mon, 15 Apr 2013 12:51:28 +0200

Countercurrent.