18 junio 2019

Abrazo natural


Fuente: propia
En otras ocasiones lo he comentado, que la naturaleza nunca deja de sorprenderme y hace un tiempo me encontré con esa imagen en un parque de Ingenio.
La imagen es clara, una árbol que se abrazó a una palmera para mantenerse en pié y no perder el equilibrio y seguir viviendo y creciendo, aunque después, con el paso del tiempo, terminó muriendo y la palmera continúo su camino hacia los cielos.
¡Cuántas veces hemos necesitado alguien como esa palmera! Una mano amiga que nos ayude, que nos sostenga cuando estamos a punto de caer al abismo y que nos salve.
Lo triste es que no siempre encontramos ese tronco al que asirnos, para mantenernos en pie y seguir nuestro camino con piso firme y nos perdemos y, muchas veces, no sabemos cómo regresar.
Aunque también puede tener otra lectura, la del amor imposible, ese amor incomprendido, al estilo de Romeo y Julieta; Montescos y Capuletos que hicieron lo indecible para impedir su amor.
Ese abrazo puede significar el amor incondicional del árbol por la palmera, un amor sin ninguna condición; solo el amor natural y grandioso.
En fin, la naturaleza nos da lecciones porque es sabía, llevan millones de años aprendiendo de sus errores y nosotros debemos aprender de ella.

17 junio 2019

Kites

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It's been a long time since we launched kites into the wind, perhaps more than forty years, which are many, but the memory is still there, alive and nostalgic.
I remember that we started going to look for the canes in the nearby ravines, which, at that time, we didn't have to go very far, because our neighbourhood, Escaleritas, was still on the external border and had not been engulfed by the city of Las Palmas de Gran Canaria and we enjoyed some open spaces to play. 
Right next to our street we had a small ravine, which was near the canódromo, although we called it the Galgos, because the word canódromo was somewhat strange to us and the galgos seemed to us to be a more accurate and, of course, more colloquial toponym.
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There, in that small ravine, grew some canes that we cut to make the skeleton of our future kite, then we cut them in half and assembled the structure using thread, then cut the tissue paper and glued it with a boiled potato dough, because we did not have glue.
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In order to finish we made the tail of the kite and for it we used remnants of old clothes; the shirts were our preferred ones because they weighed little and were ideal for the balance of the kite.
Then we tied the yarn mallet to the center of the kite, we went to the open field behind our street, to launch the kites we had made. We would find out the direction of the wind by using the index finger wet with saliva, then one would grab it and grab the distance, while the other would run and grab the thread until the kite would go up driven by speed and wind.
So, little by little, the kite went up and up until it reached its limit. Some, the most daring, tied another mallet for the kite to go up until we lost sight of it because they said that it asked for more, that it pulled so that we could give it more thread and we said: thread the kite.
When we had it up there, we played to send it a message, which was nothing more than a cardboard cut out of round, square or triangular shape, which we hooked to the thread and watched as our message went up spinning until it was lost from our sight.
Then we lowered it and when we had it on the ground with us, we checked that the silk paper was wet, proof that the kite had risen a lot.
Then we went home satisfied because we had done a good job, a very basic aeronautical experience, but unforgettable for the children of my time.

16 junio 2019

¿Qué libro he escuchado? El fabricante de ataúdes de Alexandr Pushkin


Fuente

OPINIÓN

Ayer escuché el relato El fabricante de ataúdes de Alexandr Pushkin, un relato que me gustó mucho, que se mueve entre la realidad, los sueños y la ciencia ficción. Un relato muy bien escrito y que tiene interés desde los primeros párrafos, sobre todo cuando el protagonista, Adrián, no se le ocurre otra cosa que invitar a todos los que han pasado por sus manos.

FICHA TÉCNICA

Formato: Audilibro.
Editorial: Libervox.
Lengua: CASTELLANO.
ISBN: 9788416793228.
SINOPSIS
Adrián, un fabricante de ataúdes, después de una cena con unos conocidos y de mucho vino, tiene la ocurrencia de invitar a los muertos que han pasado por su ataúdes.

15 junio 2019

One step, then another

Source: own
His recovery was a matter of time, of closing the wounds, of omitting the errors of the past and, also, of letting oneself go, like a branch that goes down a stream without knowing where it will end. I knew of his energy, of his strength to continue fighting, to achieve the goals he had set for himself, that his stop was only to gain strength and move forward. 
That morning I gave him a flower, a wild daisy growing in our garden. I took it out carefully with all its roots, with some soil and transplanted it into a flowerpot. I gave it to him because I knew he would like it, that it would lift his spirits to have that wild flower in his room. She took it in her hands, smiled at me and placed it by the window. There she will find the harmony necessary to grow, she said. 
Then we went down to breakfast and she sat next to me. 
"Are you ready?" 
"I don't know. You're never ready to start a new path. Besides, after leaving everything, it's not easy to start all over again."
"You know what they say, one step and then another. There is no other way to start."
"Yes, I know the theory, but the complicated thing is to take that step. Sometimes I have the feeling that my feet are nailed to the ground."
"Then you'll have to buy an ear hammer."
"I don't understand you."
"Yes, to get rid of the nails."
"It's a metaphor."
"Yes, I know, my hammer is too. Nails need hammers, and in your case you just have to look for the right tool to help you take that first step."
"Clearly, in life you have to have tools. If you have tools we are saved."
"Today could be that day; the day you take the first step. You could start by deleting the first ten articles from your blog, then, the next day, continue with another ten, until there are no articles left."
"And when I'm done with everything, what am I going to do? "
"To live, which is no small thing. To get up in the mornings to dedicate yourself to the contemplative life." 
"I don't know if I can. That's a lot of years writing every day."
"Living doesn't need training. You just need to live. You have to leave behind what doesn't satisfy you. You can always write again."
"Well, that's what I'll do."
He finished his breakfast, sat down in front of his laptop and erased his first items. He got up and I saw him crying. Then he went out into the garden and sat down on a lounger. He had taken the first step of his new life.

14 junio 2019

El 11M y los miserables


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El 11 de marzo de 2004 fue un día triste para todos los españoles, un día que se grabó con bombas, sangre y muertos en la mente y los corazones de todos los que vivimos en este país.
Todavía recuerdo los primeros instantes de atentando, en los nadie sabía quién había puesto las bombas y por qué. Todos estábamos con el oído puesto en la radio, esperando que el número de víctimas mortales se detuviera, pero no se detuvo, y la cifra siguió subiendo hasta alcanzar la terrorífica cifra de 193 personas y casi dos mil personas sufrieron heridas de diversa consideración.
Todos dirigimos la mirada hacia ETA porque tendrás de la banda terrorista había atentados muy sangrientos y deleznables, como el de Hipercor, pero cuando Arnaldo Otegi manifestó que ETA no había sido, nos preguntamos quién estaba detrás de los atentados.
El gobierno, encabezado por el Ministro de Interior Ángel Acebes , insistía en que la autora de los atentados había sido ETA, cuando los medios de comunicación, encabezados por la cadena SER, afirmaban que los responsables podrían ser yihadistas. Y así se confirmó.
El gobierno mantuvo su postura de que los responsables había que buscarlos en la banda terrorista ETA, porque las elecciones estaban a tiro de piedra. El 14 de marzo había elecciones y el gobierno no quería, ni por asomo, que los atentados se relacionaran con la intervención de España en la guerra de Irak, pero no cabe duda que esa fue la razón.
Sin embargo, la mentira les costó muy caro. El Partido Popular perdió las elecciones del 14 de marzo de 2004, por intentar manipular el atentado más sangriento que ha ocurrido en España para ganar unas elecciones.
Quince años después, con una investigación policial de las más arduas, con un juicio con miles de folios y con dos sentencias, una de la Audiencia Nacional y otra del Tribunal Supremo, algunos siguen manteniendo que todavía no está todo aclarado en relación con los atentados del 11M, que todavía quedan cabos sueltos. Estos planteamientos son miserables y son un insulto primero a la justicia y después a todas y cada una de las víctimas de ese terrible atentado.
Sí, los que todavía ponen en duda la autoría de los atentados del 11M son unos miserables, porque solo buscan el rédito electoral, sin pensar en el dolor que causan a las víctimas y el daño que causan al prestigio de la justicia española. Parece, como entonces, que solo les interesa ganar unas elecciones, importándoles bien poco la verdad de lo ocurrido en 11 de marzo de 2004.

13 junio 2019

Sleep

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Every day I arrived at the same time. He waited for the door to open at five o'clock in the afternoon. Don Ambrosio greeted the priest, put his index finger in the baptismal font, dipped his finger a little, made a cross in the center of his forehead and felt how the holy water cleansed his soul. Then he sat on the bench in the fifth row, to the left of the main altar.
There he remained silent, closed his eyes and fell asleep. It was the only place where he could sleep on his own. At seven o'clock he was awakened by the murmurs of the parishioners who entered the seven o'clock mass. Then he got up, approached the main altar, knelt down and left through the central corridor of the church in his neighborhood.
Already in the street he walked along the main street until it began to get dark. Then he would go to the central library of his city, take the book he was reading, go up to the top floor, look for a free corner, sit down and read there until the dream conquered him. His body had become accustomed to sleeping in that somewhat uncomfortable position, but he had to pay that price because he never liked sleeping in the street.
He woke up at five in the morning, went to the bathroom, washed his face and went back to his place to continue reading, until, at half past seven, he went out to line up in the dining room for a hot breakfast. 
Then he would wander the streets again until it was time to eat and would go to the other soup kitchen, the one near the beach. There he was allowed to eat two dishes, take a shower and wash his clothes.
At dusk he returned to the church with some hope in his pockets, which was all he had left.

12 junio 2019

¿Qué he visto en Netflix? El niño que domó al viento


Fuente

OPINIÓN

El pasado domingo terminé de ver El niño que domó al viento, una producción de la BBC y distribuida por Netflix y que está basada en un hecho real. Una película que me impresionó mucho porque habla de algunas realidades de África que desconocemos, de cómo la tecnología puede ayudar a solventar muchas de las dificultades que allí están pasando y que te hace reflexionar sobre ese otro mundo que está ahí, pero que desconocemos.
El niño que domó al viento también es un canto a la perseverancia en una idea, que sabes que puede funcionar y que puede terminar ayudando a la comunidad en la que vives.
Una película para no perdérsela y verla con tranquilidad.
Fuente del vídeo: Netflix

FICHA TÉCNICA

Producción: BBC Films / BFI Film Fund / Blue Sky Films / Head Gear Films / Lipsync Post / Metrol Technology / Participant Media / Potboiler Productions. Distribuida por Netflix.
Dirección: Chiwetel Ejiofor.
Guion: Chiwetel Ejiofor 
Fecha: 2019.
Reparto: Chiwetel Ejiofor, Maxwell Simba, Joseph Marcell, Aïssa Maiga 
Duración: 113 minutos.

SINOPSIS

Un chico vive en sus carnes las penurias que está padeciendo su familia y su pueblo por la falta de agua, que hace que su familia no pueda cultivar. Entonces decide construir un aéreo-generador para sacar agua del pozo que está en su finca. La idea es buena, pero muy complicada de llevarla a cabo.