NOTHING TO SAY OR TO THINK ABOUT

It is just a pity but it is the truth, what can I talk about?. My head is blocked and being so bad I am absolutely fed up with so much talking about the euro. loans, public deficit, prime risk, and what is even worst european´s politicians who do nothing or past away from the problems of the European´s south countries.

Politicians from the European North countries are against any help to Greek, Spain, Portugal or Italy.
These countries make a lot of electronic machines, gadgets or high technology but what about food?.
What about fruits, vegetables, jamon, wine, good oil and so fort?.

Evidently they can´t eat a celular as a Nokia, a car as Mercedes or a high design furniture as human beings need food, to be feed.

South Europeans countries as Italy, Greek, Spain or Portugal do have a lot of food to feed  their people and to export north countries that have so bad wether, but also need money to buy the high technology products from the North or to pay the social necessities of the citizens.

My country, Spain, has all these kind of good food that North Europeans like so much.
So please, don´t be so proud about your money....if you don´t sell to us you are not going to be feed with nice oranges, strawberries, olive oil, and all kind of fruits or vegetables out of time.

B.C.E., Brussels, don´t be so much serious about strict rules, don´t have your hands so closed to let currency fluency.
We need loans, of course, but you need to sell your productions and also to recover your loans to Mediterraneas countries. 

Here in my country there is a saying that says:

"If your debt is a thousand you have a problem but if your debt it is of some thousand millions it is just the problem of the other"....Be careful about this subject.

So if countries like Greek, Spain or Portugal decides to go out from the euro.........not conceivable by now......the problem should be a global one not only a problem for us.

Be alert countries like Finland, Denmark, Netherland or Germany as the fall should be general.... to what countries are you going to sell your technology? how are you going to recover your loans?. Think about it, please, and don´t be so slow in taking resolutions, not be so strict and not impose so much hard rules to be accomplished
by us. With your actitude you are making too much suffering to our south people.

Have also in mind that countries from south Europe are the cradle of modern culture as law, theatre, art, numbers, calendar, religion, medicine, mathematics and so forth.
The best ancient thinkers are from Greek, Philosophy, Mathematics, Astronomie....
Think about the seven Athem´s wise men: Tales de Mileto, Bias de Priene, Solom of Athens, Quilon of the Cedemonia (Esparta), Periandro de Corinto, Cleobulo de Lindos, and Pitaco of Mitileno.
Also think in Averroes, (Cordoba), Avicena (Cordoba), Seneca, Adriano, Trajano, all  of them were born in Spain.
Sócrates, Platón, and Aristóteles. Arquimides, Pitagoras,  from Greek.
Leonardo da Vinci, Rafael, Gioto, Vivaldi, ...Leonardo di Medici, Italian Renaissance, The Roman Law....the list could be endless.
The Western culture comes from these ancient civilizations, do not forget that.

It is sure that if Greek goes out from euro, followed by Spain, Portugal, Ireland and Italy, .......the world crack would be unthinkable.
Think and please stop your threats and your impositions that are unenforceable for us the poor people of south.

Our countries have millenniums of culture to be afraid now, just do another thing instead and it will be sure that Europe could be good for every all people and all the countries of Europe, the same from the south and for the north.

It is enough, people are killing themselves all ove the south due for the hard circunstances of these years.
They can´t pay their house mortages because they have lost their works, their hopes, their self-steem and at the end some are killing themselves too.
Do you know about that or you don´t know anything about what is happening along the last two or three years?.
Your politicians are so bad as to do nothing to find a good solution to these problems.

This is a world´s crisis that could affect to every body here, there, and it could longs for too many years.

My best to all of us.

gatufo

ONCE AND AGAIN

BACK TO LIVE THE SAME EXPERIENCEIt seems that everything in my life now is a constant "déjà vu" , because what I feel see and think sometimes it is repeated once and again so that I have the feeling of having lived that experience before.

Sometimes it is the same "mea culpa" for actions that I have made and I promised not to repeat again, I feel the same tired before the reality of every day, the same boredom to what is happening which is usually a relentless repetition of facts, ideas, actions, speeches or actions unrelated to me but that affects me again and again.

The human being of thousand years before only lived thirty or forty years optimistic, and I guess it was enough to make life essentially, they were born, grow up, be adults soon after , and die soon, only lived to have more children and be dead almost immediately.They lived their childhood, adolescence / youth / love with luck, and sooner than later they have children and very rarely grandchildren.He lived needed to continue to spread our species, it seems to be the goal of all living creatures that inhabit this planet.Today probably we live too much, we have enough time. We have enough time, those serving over fifty, to repeat and live experiences over and over again.

We return to take care of our children, grandparents and parents simultaneously, stability-instability, development-recession, relativism faith-backward progress, social gains-lost rights, freedom, repression, and so many of the values ​​certainly supposedly won through struggle and wars are now in question again as on decades later.It is sometimes tired, at least for me, and I feel some skepticism seeing repeated the cycles, live them again and again over a single lifetime.

And what is worse, to repeat the same mistakes that we promised not to commit once and again.  There is a sayin that said "a donkey does not stumble twice on the same Stone". Why humans stumble so often on that ssme stones?. Yes, that happens countless.I wonder:How many recessions since the 30sHow many social reforms.How many laws enacted by remedying our lives.How many wars past and present in so few years.The rights won and then lost.The list is endless.

All this living in the same own life.

And the feeling we live  the same story, that the script, is repeated once and again makesme feel that "deja vu" constantly.Yes, there are unrepeatable experiences in the life of any human being, and minethere .... few but selected and they will not ever repeat again.Falling in love, the first salary, the first and subsequent children, a trip with  theloved one, and some more facts ..... all that one some extent living may have lived.
 
Some more than others, of course, that depends on luck?The destination?Who knows?........In this world so dull and repetitive for people, like me, who have lived enough there something new that I love quite a lot, I like and want to learn about,..............
Computer, web, internet, social pages and everything that involves the multimedia world it is facinating.

Yes, this is new and I have never quite felt that the history of somehowtake other paths, for better or worse and that depend of us.
But at least for the computer world I do not feel that "deja vu" that re-living situations that I know I have lived years before.In some ways it's great, at least I do think so. 


emi

PENSAMIENTOS

Que queda de la persona que fuimos cuando han pasado cuarenta años?
Nos obstinamos a veces de que todo siga igual, de que los sentimientos sigan imperturbables, de que los amigos de la juventud o de la niñez sigan siendo amigos, y de lo que nos ilusionaba hace mucho tiempo siga ilusionándonos igual que cuando críos nos ilusionaba cualquier cosa.

Por que por la mente pasan tan pocos años aparentemente, y en realidad han pasado de veras.

Somos tan estúpidos como para no darnos cuenta que nada es ya igual que cuando teníamos quince, veinte u ocho años.
O cualquier otra edad en realidad, bastan diez años o menos para que todo cambie.

Al menos yo me empeño en que los sentimientos continúen imperturbables y es una ilusión vana. Hasta me lo llego a creer, no obstante hay días en que te das cuenta que vives rodeado de una ilusión que no es real.

Hoy es uno de esos días.

Todo ha cambiando dentro y fuera de uno mismo. El cambio es lento, imperceptible pero se va produciendo sin que nos demos cuenta ni tan siquiera de un año para otro.

El cuerpo cuando ya empieza a decaer si que lo nota, y cada vez mas rápido según somos adultos, mayores, pero la mente?.
Parece que solo la demencia senil, el Parkinson, o el Alzheimer cambia el cerebro de las gentes y nada hay mas lejos de la realidad.

Es de ilusos, y yo lo soy, pensar que somos la mismas personas de antaño, que los amigos siguen siendo amigos y en otros casos, no el mio, que el amor perdura.
Digamos que si perdura se va transformado y la amistad es una vana ilusión de antaño.

Quizás hoy me doy cuenta de ello, tiene que pasar algo que te abra los ojos y te haga ser consciente de que nada es ya igual.

En fin, no deseo ser pesimista, a veces los cambios no son para peor. Se viven otras situaciones diferentes y las ilusiones varían, igual que las personas, y cuando sucede algo bueno/triste o como queráis llamarlo te das cuenta de que tu mismo ya no eres el que eras, que esa persona que considerabas amante, amigo, ya no lo es porque ha cambiado igual que tu mismo.

No somos piedras que tardan cientos de años en ser pulidas, nosotros nos vamos puliendo, cambiando, deteriorando mucho mas aprisa.

 

emi

AFTER A YEAR

After a year of writing here I like to see what have been the changes in this blog, also I would like to see what I said a year ago when it was my first experience in having a blog.

More or less what I wrote then was a lot of nonsense words or ideas, but as happens always when a person read some notes that were written on the past there is something to learn from them.

What I said at the begining?  a lot of nonsense:

I said that it seems I was writing for no body just because there was not any reply or I have not signs that any people could read the blog.
Having in mind it could be posible that I was writing for me only I talk something about my own life, just like a diary, more or less what I have done some years before.

Also writing nonsense I said our life in a sunday was the same as our life in a monday or other day of the week. Why?.
It is easy, I don´t work out from home, so days of the month or the week are the same one after another for me and for my wife.
Sunday? Monday? ...just the same.

Our life is simple, living in a big city like Madrid with so many sites to visit we usually don´t go out to home to any place in the big city.
Why?.
My dear wife Cuca is sick, with a bad sickness "multiple esclerosis" and she likes to be home doing her life, Reading, listening to the radio, or some news on the tv. and  even more, typing in the keyboard of her pc., some mails or just playing with the computer. Doing that a sunday is a similar day to another other day of the week.

The rutine of sundays at home is that a person comes here to do house chores, help me with the hard work of a house. This person is like a friend of us now. For years she has been coming on sundays because the rest of days are working doing other things. Quite different things, another different work.

But this sunday she didn´t come because she is in her country Peru. She wanted to go to her city Lima to see her sons and her mother.
There was  a lot of years that she haven´t see her family and she was anxious to
see them.

Writing nonsense I said that other woman take her place to do the home chores, a young woman of Bolivia, as a suplent of the first, my dear Isabel.
Like in football there are titulars and suplents, Chari, a nice person from Bolivia is the suplent of Isabel when she can´t make me the favour of coming.

To me is nice just to have some one who can help me to do some of my works at home. Being a marry man, working all my life out home, I was very bad acustomed to do nearaly nothing at home, as the majority of men.

It was my wife, Cuca, who take care of the children and the house.
Suddenly she was ill, it seems her illness was going to pass soon, but it wasn´t so and at the end Emiliano needs to start a new life as a house keeping.

Yes, this was a new life for me, taking care of my dear wife, looking for the supplies, cooking, going to shop, doing everything that it is supposed a girl or a woman do at home.....? Why not a man?.
So today I understand very well what a good woman do at home, it is a difficult work that is not appreciate for us, men, who we are absolutely selfish.
Till the moment a person start doing something, he or she is not aware of the difficult task a house could be.....for me, yes, it is.

So life it is a continuos change, but it is nice to be alive after all.



My best dear friends of the blog.

LAST YEAR

Last year many people were so tired or more than me, but could not so much suffering, no job, no home, no future. Many could not stand more and left.
They took the decision to leave forever and stop suffering uncertainty to be alive.
And now it's as if nothing had happened, who remembers?.
Greece, Italy, Spain to name a country where which were no longer support more?. Who remembers them?.  
It's like never despair never existed, not written, there is no record of his anguish, a day left and that's it.

It's not my case, I had no reason at all those poor things were, they had every reason YES.
I do remember September last year and is not written, did not write anything, but just that, by the absence of written records of the everyday despair.

One moment, whom I speak,  you're asking who you are?.
Your conscience, or whatever you call your inside.

Then follow if I do not speak for anyone except for myself or for anyone who wants to read this.

When I check this blog I see that in September 2012 did not write anything, not a note, as happened in October, but earlier in August I made ​​only one entry, and in July I made ​​three on the London Olympics.

This significant lack of comments is more articulate about what happened to me last year than any other story I could do then.

The internal suffering persists when I look back, soon erased when you think you're dying, or when you want to do as a priority over the fatigue of hopelessness.

How many times have initiated this kind of memory?, Three or four?, At least, and it is rare for there home, and I live and write is, it goes no further. There will be time to reread and correct.

For those who were no longer words. As dry and withered leaves them dragged the hurricane unleashed by an incomprehensible to many people crisis.

Only those who are suffering, or who have memory can remember what it was last summer, last year, this year continues as if nothing what happened was over with the hopes and dreams of millions.
The only thing I can remember is that it was really good
......
fifteen kilos less, defenseless, a brutal anemia, I lacked the strength to walk ten minutes at, surrounded by ghosts when she went out, and so one month followed by another.

Around this time a great depression motivated by the dire physical condition of this guy named Emiliano.
April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November and December 2012, notes in this blog 18 total.
Nonexistent actually, as I was. Nonexistent Like many others, the worst is that they / them if they ceased to exist.

In my case I still, I write, more than ever, the same person and I write like a man possessed. 910 notes May to September, this 911.

What has changed?.
Outwardly little, the same or similar heat, the same person but with 15 kilos more, with adequate blood levels and NO DEPRESSION.

We are like putty, inexplicable laboratory we think we have control.

And NO, we have no control.

If we had many of those who left might be reading this, your life has changed, perhaps better, like mine.
Who had control in my case?
do not know, maybe GOD?.

I prefer to believe that yes, HE saved me to do just what I do. Hawking, Bury, cheerleading, ultimately WRITE.



gatufo

SENTIDO COMUN

Definición......

Para Trout y Rivkin, el sentido común es «una facultad que posee la generalidad de las personas, para juzgar razonablemente las cosas». Yagosesky lo define como «la capacidad natural de grupos y comunidades, para operar desde un código simbólico compartido, que les permite percibir la realidad, o asignarle un sentido a personas, objetos o situaciones, que resulta obvio para el común de los integrantes de esa comunidad». Yash, Hipat Roses e Imeld lo definen como «el don provisto para saber distinguir todo lo que nos rodea: el bien, el mal, la razón y la ignorancia..

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El menos común de los sentidos, pues son muy pocas las personas que lo poseen, y según mi criterio permitidme que desde este blog haga una apología de semejante afirmación.

Yo mísmo carezco de sentido común, si lo tuviera no hubiera iniciado nunca este blog, pues que me reporta?.

Nada de nada, no veo ni siento ni se quien lo lee, me supone horas de trabajo, no obtengo ningún beneficio económico y es seguro que ganaré enemistades por doquier.

Donde está mi sentido común?
No lo encuentro, pues si razono lo que hago no tienen ningún sentido.

Si veo, gracias a Dios, oigo  y escucho, palpo y puedo abrazar y acariciar, siento el calor y el frio, también creo tener olfato pues distingo olores desagradables, para mi, y otros que me complacen, y finalmente distingo sabores en los alimentos que ingiero diariamente.

Y el sentido común?, pues no lo distingo, siempre me estoy arrepintiendo de lo hecho, dicho o de muchas de las decisiones que he tomado en la vida.
Luego, NO, para infinidad de asuntos no tengo el menos común de los sentidos, aunque pudiera parecer que si, que se dice en varios idiomas "es común al genero humano".



 


Puede alguien explicarme el sentido de la vida? de mi vida?.
La religión, los mitos, o las creencias se han empeñado en darle sentido y explicarnos que hay mas vidas, que la idea de Dios lo explica todo y que estamos aquí por algún propósito que no sabemos ni entendemos.
Y el sentido del yo?
Por que soy yo y no tu, o Vd.?
Que sentido llamado común tiene nacer, sin que nos pidan opinión, y morir sin que tampoco nos la pidan. 
Y que me dicen de la vida del hombre o la mujer a lo largo de milenios?.

Nacer, llorar, crecer, aprender, trabajar, faltos de libertad para decidir sobre nuestro tiempo de vida, procrear sin saber el por que, ser padres, abuelos a veces, envejecer, morir sin saber cuando, el motivo, o el por que, pronto, tarde, de niños, de adultos, en un absurdo accidente, de viejos marchitos, en una guerra, en un atraco, no sabemos nada de nada y nos piden tener sentido común?.

Y puestos a decidir sobre nuestra propia vida, que sentido común tiene lo que decidimos hacer con ella, como sabemos o aplicamos el sentido común para decidir el porque hacemos lo que hacemos, el decidir lo que decidimos a la hora de elegir una profesión, un compañero o compañera, una ciudad donde vivir, un lugar donde envejecer, un tiempo en el que morir. 

Tener o no tener hijos, trabajar como posesos horas y horas al día, si es que podemos, o simplemente vegetar viviendo al día sin preveer nada. 

A mi entender es muy dificil tener lo que llaman "el sentido común" cuando nuestro desconocimiento es total y absoluto.

Nos guia la tradición, el lugar y tiempo en el que nacemos, la formación recibida, y algo intangible que llamamos alma o espiritu que parece ser intrinseco de todas las criaturas vivientes. 

Por supuesto todo esto que escribo no tiene ningún sentido, común o no común, ni pretendo que lo tenga.


Gracias y saludos.

CURAR HERIDAS

Heridas propias o ajenas, pero es necesario restañarlas para intentar curar nuestra alma, nuestro espíritu o quizás simplemente nuestra mente o la estabilidad que nos mantiene cuerdos día tras día.

Hemos sufrido, hicimos daño, nos lo han hecho, por lo cual debemos curar al amigo del perjuicio afectivo que le causamos y haciéndolo también curaremos nuestra conciencia y ganaremos en salud y tranquilidad.

No es fácil ni sencillo, pero lo bien que uno se queda cuando sin preámbulos damos un paso al frente, mandamos un mail, hacemos una llamada, o subimos a pedir disculpas por nuestro error, por el daño causado, por la incomprensión generada por una actitud incomprensible de nuestra parte.

La herida se enquista, la incomodidad crece dentro de nosotros y ya ni nos atrevemos a mirar o encontrarnos con esa persona a la que hicimos daño y que al final confundimos causa o efecto pensando que nuestra actitud era justificada y preferimos pensar en otra cosa.





Nunca vamos a curar el alma pensando que la razón está siempre de nuestra parte.
No sirve tratar de pasar página y pensar en otra cosa, la culpa corroe, la incomprensión propia se acrecienta y al final desarrollamos  un corazón de piedra incapaz de sentir empatía hacia los demás, hacia el amigo, hacia nuestro vecino, nuestro compañero de trabajo, hacia nuestra pareja.

La vida del solitario nunca llegará a ser plena, siempre le faltará la sensación de ser útil, de sentir amor, de entregarse, pedir perdón, solicitarlo, otorgarlo, ser amado.


Hagamos el esfuerzo y pongámonos en el lugar del otro, veremos entonces sus razones, comprenderemos mejor sus sentimientos, veremos como y cuando le ofendimos, entonces ha llegado el momento de pedir perdón.






Decirle lo siento, entiendo tus razones y quizás así el pueda entender mejor las tuyas y la paz, el sosiego producido al reconocer nuestro error o nuestra falta de empatía, haga el milagro de curar nuestra alma, volveremos a sentirnos en paz con nosotros mismos y habremos mejorado como personas capaces de reconocer sus errores.


Con amor.


el gatufo