time

happy lunch

Healthy food, delicious dishes, variety, nice place....a newspaper to have a look at...



http://www.lagranjavegetariana.com/

upwards...

Lifts
Upwards or downwards
upstairs or downstairs
Stairs

shiny red shoes to paint movements.

2009

A brand new day
a brand new month
....and a brand new year!
I didn't wait to welcome 2009 when it came here....i went to bed as usually but i just interpreted it differently....at 21:30 the new year had arrived to Teheran....so it was as if I had politely greeted the new year and then left.
The beginning of 2009, Spanish time, found me in a deeeeeep, deeeep sleep. I didn't even hear the fireworks nor the enthusiasm of already drunken people.
And now a new day awaits to be enjoyed. A new year to take the most out of time. Life's too short to waste time.

Quasi la la nàusea

Quasi la nàusea arran de totes aquelles paraules farcides de substàncies prescindibles, indesitjables.

Quin és aquest panorama de cotxes oficials customitzats, d’inodors sofisticats, d’idees poc adients en temps en què és preferible l’austeritat, de preferències mal definides (crear ministeris ara per col.locar-hi alguns amics i familiars??)...? i negació de l'evidència força sovint...

Vaig decidir llençar a la paperera uns quants prejudicis (tots són inútils i fan més mal que no pas bé) i vaig acabar expandint la meva mirada i la meva oïda cap a més mitjans de comunicació. Comporta més nàusees però al menys no hi ha només mots desitjats ni descripcions parcials. No vull escoltar només aquells que em puguin dir el que vull escoltar, el que vull llegir. Pel matí, diari “Público” i “El País”, tot dinant, potser una “La Vanguardia” o si en trobo, un “Avui”, al restaurant on vaig sempre....i de tant en tant, “El Mundo” i els diumenges l’”ABC”. Una mica de tot. A les ones, tant Catalunya Informació com la COPE. Fins ara no m'ha passat res. Sí tinc més criteri per criticar certes coses que es puguin dir i puc reflexionar millor amb més plantejaments. No es contagien els plantejaments conservadors ni entra febre...i hi ha continguts que valen la pena a mitjans que mai haguéssim pensat a tenir en compte. Tota la informació és bona si se sap emprar-la.

Sort que vaig votar partits verds que no van tenir una representació que els fés partíceps de cap vergonya....perquè poca cosa haguessin pogut fer.

Nàusea, com l'altre dia anant en cotxe (com és habitual)...descordinació entre cervell i cos, entre percepció visual de moviment mentre el cos roman quiet dins el vehicle. Nàusea: declaracions i boques que s'omplen de paraules grandiloqüents i promeses per penjar als titulars dels diaris....mentre els fets agafen d'altres direccions. Nàusea.

Brand new O-days

Yes....Obama is the new President, far away, but almost everywhere. I was even moved yesterday when I read the news. Happy for the coming of hope, happy for the possible improvement in the lives of many people...happy because it's a historical moment... Why can't Spain (and many other countries) have a president like him??? that charismatic, that well prepared, that good at connecting with the population???
The coming of the O-times ::)
I'm still moved...

flaire...i noms

...sorpresa. Cercant aromes abraçants per aquests temps estranys, alienants en que desconec qui mira des del mirall, qui viatja en tren a diari, qui navega entre pentagrames dibuixats a l'aire per Lévon Minassian, Djivan Gasparyan i Armand Amar...qui té un pas ràpid i àgil sense fugir ni anar enlloc, qui escriu això....Totes aquestes dones difuminades, de cop nítides, giratòries, ingràvides, sense lloc.

No calen identitats, noms com els que se suposen que donen certes marques, certes firmes. Ni en roba, ni en perfums ni en res. Paraules buides i que remarquen estupideses humanes i necessitats falses d'identitats que no porten enlloc.

Perfums cars de noms coneguts i publicitats....buidors per trobar llocs i reconeixements. Al mercadona vaig fixar-me en un pot de perfum curiós i vaig dir...a veure què tal. Fantàstic, simplement (aroma intens, dolç, persistent, càlid, abraçant...). L'únic que no m'agrada és el nom... precisament el que menys importa.

New frames

Seeing everything through new frames...In a strange week of changes, journeys to nowhere, cloudy mood and floating steps. Nothing concrete to darken my breathing, nothing concrete to make all spaces too cold and too large.
Whispering autumn behind the walls...And had some music hugging me, hugging this light and almost transparent body.

die rosaschuhige Eremitin

Graue Beine bis zum 7. Stock.


Rosa Schuhe den grauen Straßen entlang.


Seltsame Zeit...aber vielleicht ist sie ganz normal, für mich.

Die Zeit, die kommen sollte. die Zeit für die ich gemacht würde.

Gemachte rosaschuhige Eremitin.

Gewordene, gemachte, Ausgebaute...

Schöne Arbeit und wenig Zeit.

Sonnige Straßen, um alles zu erbreiten.

Züge wie immer.

Rosa Schuhe und eine leicht wiegende Seele.

Diese dünne Frau, die schreibt wird fast unsichtbar.

Fast ohne Korper...nur Farben, nur Formen.

Leicht wiegende Seele und rosa Schuhe.

whirl, whirl, whirl...

How long had I waited for this movie?? How many months? It was summer when I discovered Bab 'Aziz but had to wait until I could go to see it. On 7th March it was finally possible to watch it...but didn't go then. Waited. Something told me it was not the moment. Then the first afternoon session faded away the following week (living outside Barcelona it was a bit too late to go for the second/last session). But last week...again the early afternoon session...and at another cinema, in the centre of the city.

And I wasn't at all deceived (sometimes it happens when we expect lots from something or after waiting for a long time for something we want). Wonderful words, great music, incredible images. And then comes the creative side of the one who watch the movie, especially in the case of films like Bab 'Aziz. It's not just a story to see, to follow. The film continued (and continues) after leaving the cinema. Part of the melody of one of the songs kept in my mind and danced around my steps and my eyes.

A blind person across the desert. Would we really need our eyes to go across a desert?

how many deserts? where?

I found and created so many metaphors...I was lucky to have been reading about Ibn' Arabi and Farid Ud-din Attar and their works. If i hadn't I might have never been so interested in that movie. The circle is drawn: some texts in Bab 'Aziz come from the works by those sufi wise men (some other are from works by Jalal al-din Rumi, and other great figures)

The street looked so different after the film. It was cold but it wasn't cold. The movie had stepped out of the screen and wandered around, outside, not far from the path I followed and follow.

A few days ago I had been exchanging a few words about Sufism with Arief, but just a few words, as a proto-discussion via email (will continue? I'm interested in your point of view). it was when I felt I had lost the chance to watch this film. The self, God...

And then, soon afterwards, came the movie....or did I walk toward it??

And now...trying to meet again some words, some sentences in Bab 'Aziz...