Saturday morning in the free world.

Saturday morning in the free world.

This morning I decided to pay a visit to the old Pero Botero's exhibition (well-intended joke) before tomorrow's "closing day", not "closing down day" a joke that in the past could have had some success in the old grammar school, but perhaps not too popular  in these recessive times! Impressive, outstanding quality and a painting that I have to trace:  the one of the cub lion. Where were you before, in what circle? Cancerbero was the star no doubt. Sunny cool winter day. A walk, an exhibition, a couple of well-intended photos, coffee and cake and some inspiration. No infringements today, at least apparently. I miss these old cosmopolitan peaceful and productive days in which one could enjoy some hours in peace and in silent work all over the free world. Hopefully, the gradient of evil will not succeed!

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I want a hero, an uncommon want!

Lord Byron.

- ¡Ni pensarlo -- contestó rápido el jefe. -- Una Biblia, con una hoja cortada, tiene tanto valor como un libro de canciones y para nada sirve jurar sobre ella.

R.L.Stevenson. La Isla del Tesoro. Ediciones Cantín, Barcelona 1943.

Saturday. Some Sunlight. 

I walked today

To fulfill a duty
Not compulsory,
But, in a way, obliged.

Achilles was weak,
Same as Ulysses
And all the others.
Not me: a hero, I mean!

Yes, it was a disparate,
A Barbie disparate
What I witnessed today,
Safely protected, not alone.

I feel sentimental now.
Almost generous, free.
A coin for the old Nick!
He knows of modern cruelty!

I want to be back, though.
I feel the urgent need
To caress my pet parrot,
To feed it, and play.

We've made up games
For both of us alone.
We utter words and sounds
To exchange the ancient wisdom.

"Words of love,
Games of affection.
What has happened
In gay Barbie land?"

[Eduardo José Varela Bravo

Vigo, 31st January 2009]

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