Around the world

                         

Emma: Oh, I have seen your photographs in your Facebook profile! Have you recently travelled to Canada?

Patsy: Yes, of course! I was there two weeks ago and I had the opportunity to try one of the best food I have ever tasted in my life... the most delicious pancakes in the world!

Mum!

When I took my year off, I decided to visit Greece on my own. I left my house and my family in Spain and I took the first flight to Athens without any accomodation in order to survive by myself.

When I was a couple of days there, I started to miss my family, my neighborhood, my friends...but I have to be strong and forgot those ideas.
So, one day while I was sitting on one of the beaches of Santorini Island I look to the horizon, and then I realize that my life was starting to finish...

THE END

Manolos...

Some months ago the police found a drug stash in Barajas airport. Probably the luggage which contains the substance came from Colombia. The cocaine was camouflaged in the heels of a very famous shoe´s brand: Manolo Blanik.

Personally, I don´t know how drugs smugglers could be so creative in order to hide the drug into the heels of the shoes; but if the are so creative people...why don´t they decide to be fashion designers, artist or architects? Their job would be more decent and they would probably have much more friends!

I have found the answer. Currently, the crisis is causing unemployment.
There is crisis for engineers, teachers, doctors and traders...but not for smugglers.

http://www.20minutos.es/noticia/1209204/l/cocaina/zapatos/manolos/

God save the Queen!

Please Don't stop me now, because I was born to love you.

You knew that is A kind of magic find Somebody to love.

And also We are the champions because Friends will be friends.

You have been absent for a while... How long? 20 years?

Well, Who wants to live forever if the Show must go on?

You Want it all and you Want to break free too...

Wherever you are... 

We will rock you, Freddie.


http://www.abc.es/especiales/freddie-mercury/

Ex-Homeless

Although I've been off the streets for 3 years now, I'm struggling to meet my day to day needs.

Keeping food in the cupboard is the hardest one.

 

http://www.elmundo.es/elmundo/2006/11/10/solidaridad/1163166025.html

GENESIS

 Bangkok. In July. It's raining. Again.

- Why do I have this urge to find some high ground, build a boat and fill it with animals?

- Shut up Noah! Hold on to the roof or we'll drag by the stream!

http://www.lavoz.com.ar/noticias/sucesos/inundaciones-tailandia-ya-causaron-562-muertes

Job Lead

Someone has informed me of a job lead for which I am well qualified. 

It's a temporary job, 3 months long, but it is full time and will get me back in the swing.

I am more than ready to get back inte  the work force. But I'm sure everyone else is too.

Chapeaux

The first time I saw them, I tried to imagine their suffering, the acid on their face, destroying their beauty, their hopes. I can’t believe that after all that pain, today I have seen them smiling.

The newspaper boy

Although it was cold, snowing or raining, he always gave me the newspaper with a wide smile. Today you weren’t there. I miss your smile. I hope you’re not one of the 5 millions of unemployed...

Beauty and the Beast

After years of suffering, Beauty starts winning the Beast.

http://www.20minutos.es/noticia/1227358/0/telecinco

Corazón galego (Galician Heart)

Tired of being with my parents! Tired of their rules! Tired of doing what is correct!
Tired of my brother! Fed up with his jokes, fed up with his mess everywhere, tired of having to share everything with him… TIRED!

And finally, I’m going away, with the excuse of improving my level of English, to meet new
people, other cultures…

I’m here! I’ve done it! Everything is pink! I can talk perfectly in English, I have met lots of people from different cultures and I live alone, without anyone that could annoy me.

Tiding up the house, I have found a picture of my parents and my brother.
Suddenly everything is clouded around me, it starts to rain, my heart shrinks, and the only words I can pronounce are; Ai a miña terra!

Bye bye, mum!

A: It´s your time, son!

B: Are you sure, mum? It sounds like a joke more than a real fact. You have been preparing me for this moment since I was a little kid.

A: Yeah! I know! That was my intention!

B: Excellent then. Everything is understood.

A: Really?

B: Of course, mum. Here is your luggage. I´ve been packing it up for months. It´s your turn to leave home and let me live my life. Good luck!

Oh Canada!

New experience. Red and white. Information, colours, cards, photographs. Enjoying our time just trying to make it work what is a success abroad.  An approach to other continents. An approach to other cultures. An approach to a new way of doing things. An approach to our classmates. Share and create. The main values of the international fair.

55 killers´ thought

Sunday evening. Having a walk. She just deserved her death. She was constantly making me feel bad. She didn´t have the dinner on time and I have to wait for more than 10 minutes everyday. She used to wear those tight trousers. Other men looked at her. That´s why I had to punish her. It´s obvious. She was mine. I can do whatever I want with her. She was my property. Why did she start shouting at me? What did she expect? I had to kill her. I´m going to call the police. I´m sure they will understand me.

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Monotony

Tic-tac. Another shout. Tic-tac. Another push. Tic-tac. Another injury. Tic-tac. Another bruise. Tic-tac. Another arm broken. Tic-tac. Another murder. Tic-tac. Another victim. Tic-tac. One woman less.

Don´t let women´s murders be as monotonous as the sound of a clock.

Nano related to this piece of news:

//www.elpais.com/articulo/sociedad/Detenido/asesinar/mujer/Terrassa/elpepusoc/20111128elpepisoc_4/Tes

Hide-and-seek

Everybody knows he was guilty but no one said anything about the case...it was an open secret among the population of the town.

- Don´t worry mister Wilson you are going to be save with us...

Mr. Wilson doesn´t answer, he was pale and his eyes were like hollows of madness. He had been running from the law for ages, and he had been hidden in many different places like caves, churches and abandoned houses.

All people could see were his intentions in his look, however nobody never betrayed him...

13.

My grandmother was a very weird woman. She had squandered her life studying biology and she never shared her knowledge with anybody. She also didn´t like the familiar gatherings and she was always complaining about the food which my parents and me served al home al Thanksgiving Day. She hated turkey and she never understood why people eat it that day; so she didn´t dine that night.

That day, few hours later I got up in the middle of the night and I saw her in the kitchen holding a knife. She was doing some strange movements in the shadows. I didn´t know what she was doing but at that moment I was very frightened...I venture to go towards her and suddenly I asked "Grandma, what are you doing?" She turned around and look at me, it was very dark and then she answered, "Oh, I was very angry and I was buttering four thick slices of bread!"

Crisis

"He is a real slave driver..." the crakling of whips could be near behind him.

Happy ending?

Few paragraphs before the ending of the novel...he has already dead...

1st of February

My mom is busy all the time.

My mom never has a break and she's always doing something.

Other moms, like James', are always with them. They drive them to school, buy sweets for them and also they scold them!

But my mom doesn't have time for me because my mom works hard!

My mom isn't working as a doctor or a a police officer.

My mom is working in a ballons shop.

My mom works with those ballons which float in the air and never come down.

My mom is very tidy and she is classifying all the ballons in the same way that she does with my clothes.

T-shirts on its place and socks in its other place...

Yellow ballons in this place, red ones in that corner and Sponge Bob ballons next to Hello Kitty's...

Well, I think that's what my mom does.

For me is the only reason why she never comes back from heaven...

On scene...

 

Lights on!

Green pears, yellow lemons and red apples.

Lights off!

Black pears, black lemons and black apples...

What a wonderful fridge!

Chips

- Laura, don't open the chips on that side of the bag!

- Why not Mom? If I start by the end, I'll have more at the beginning!

Sci-Fi

The boy though that her classes were boring. 
He preferred read sci-fi comics. 
Then Miss Morgan got up from the desk and had four legs...

BLUE

Breakfast: Prune Jam.

Lunch: Eggplants.

Snack time: Blueberries

Dinner: I feel blue! 

A mess of laces!

- Mom, how can I tie my shoelaces?

- Remember John, you take the rabbit ears and...

- Mom, forget the rabbits!
I want to tie my shoelaces!

Action Man

The first thing that I see every morning is my super Action Man. I know that he’s there, aware that nothing bad could happen to me, watching for danger.

Action Man looks every morning under my bed to see that there is no monster that could catch me and sometimes -and this is a secret- I sleep embracing him sure that he is here to protect me.

After I say good morning to Action Man, I run to give dad a hug.
He is at home today. Most of the days he’s not. Mom says that dad has a really important job and that is why I can’t see him as much as I would like to.
The best thing about my dad is when he hugs me and raised me in the air, like an airplane!

Mom and dad argue a lot. When they argue I observed them through the door’s chink so they can’t see me.
It is very strange because when they argue, dad hits mom.
My teacher at school always tells me and my classmates that we can’t hit anybody, and if we have hit somebody, we have to apologize and promise that we won’t do it again.
But dad never apologizes.
There are sometimes that they yell so loud that, even I if I cover my ears with my hands, it seems that they are screaming into them.

This morning dad hit mom. She is on the floor and she looks as if she was sleeping.
Dad is crying.
I have taken the Action Man to wake her up, to save her like he saves me from the monsters, but mom is sound asleep.

Different alternatives

Mom: “You have to eat everything that is in your plate!”
Son: “But why? I’m not hungry!”
Mom: “Think of the poor children, they don’t have anything to eat!”
Son: “Well, I can send them my food.”

New vocabulary

At school studying summer’s vocabulary. We started with “the sea”, “my towel”, “your sunglasses”, “the beach”. But, the teacher instead of say “beach” she said “bitch” and all the class was “bitch” “bitch”, “I like to go to the bitch!”

First Date

Our first date in a restaurant. I am really nervous. Crap! I have choked with my meal! I can’t breathe! How fantastic, our first date and he thinks I’m a clown.

-Mmmm...chocolate...

- Don´t eat so much chocolate or your face will be full of pimples, said her mother...

She was drinking her hot cup of tea...suddenly a thick fog clouded her vision.

Later she realize her glasses were fogged by the vapor.

The theatre

“I´m Mrs. Texas”, said to the pupils. She knew they were all going to joke at her surname. They didn´t. So she decided to start preparing a cow-boy performance.

Just do it

A: Cooperative learning: the first sexual experience

B: We have already passed the previous lessons. Don´t you think we are prepared enough to do it?

A: Yeah! Just do it.

New experience

Sweet, salad, sour. What a variety of flavors I´m able to taste now. I can´t understand why I have been so many months just drinking milk from my mum´s tits.

I´m hungry

“What are those little brown balls? Do you really think I´m going to eat that while you have such an appetizing fish? It´s my turn! Let´s have a slap-up mea!” And the bird died.

What happened yesterday?

He was sat on his favorite chair. No meaning, the same action every day. She makes constant efforts to help him think again. Void. The only name he can remember is Alzheimer.

Traffic lights

New job. New life.

“Welcome Samantha! This is going to be your desk, close to the picture window”, explained her new boss.

“Oh! Thank you! I will try to do my best”, answered Sarah. New office. New life.

On the way back home. Full of bright light thanked to her new place, her new window. Suddenly, RED. The traffic lights showed she needed to stop again. “Why was me the only witness of that murder? Why do I have to change my life? Where is he?” she asked herself. Old thoughts. Old life.

A new chance: GREEN. “Come on, Sarah! You need to continue walking. You can do it”, she encouraged herself.

Home. Everything is different. Letters for Samantha read by Sarah.

His little son asked her if she could help him with his homework. New school. New life.

“I need to write about my family, mum”, asked little James.

YELLOW. Truth or lie? Sadness or happiness? Killer or dad? Old or new?

“Everything is new, little James. Let´s paint all of our walls green”, answered Samantha feeling more confident than ever. Convinced of being a new woman. “Bye bye, Sarah”.

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