Entre las hojas secas

miércoles, 8 de mayo de 2013

Imposible no amarlo.

viernes, 3 de mayo de 2013

This Is Bill (IV)

I just remembered the night I got into a tour bus for the first time. My friend Mary was there with me, we found out these tour busses were giving free rides on Fridays. This was great. The only bad thing was that you had to be in the bus station at least an hour earlier, because of the free tickets. We wanted to go on top of the bus, but, unluckily we couldn’t.

So, we went in the bottom, anyway. Thing is, it was so much fun, because there were many musicians and clowns that day, and they made the ride funny and interesting.

I pretty much think that night is hard to forget. I was so happy and I enjoyed her company. She was only a friend, I never saw her like anything else. But I decided to give her my favorite guitar pick. I just don’t know why, I just did. And I don’t regret it at all. It was a beautiful yellow- animal printed pick. It looked pretty much like a leopard. I loved that pick, so much.

I don’t know where Mary is now, or what she might be doing at this precise moment; all I know is that we aren’t closer now as we were back in those days. And I always wonder. I wonder where my pick might be. I wonder if she has it still, or maybe it got lost inside a train or something.

Since then, lots of memories just came out of nowhere. Like, this one time when I was at the event for “book’s universal day” and there was this Jazz band.

There is a famous writer who says, in one of his books, that Jazz is like going up in an “elevator of time”. I didn’t really get it until that day. And I remember feeling good, warm inside, and barely closing my eyes at the end of the song. I felt time was frozen, like being in love, almost the same feeling. So, I guess, because of that, maybe you can fall in love with songs as well.

martes, 16 de abril de 2013

This is Bill (III)

I received a Walkman for my birthday the other day. My aunt Charlotte gave it to me. She said I only need a pair of batteries and some mix tapes that I could make on my own, or I rather look for some tapes at the music store, it was all up to me. I really like rock music, pretty much the classic bands. So, I decided to do a mix tape, but the problem was I really didn't know how to.

I spent the whole afternoon figuring out what I needed and, by the evening, (I guess it was around seven) I finally discovered my stereo has a recording button, which I guess I never noticed, but was always there. It´s all red with three white letters which look like this:

R E C

I guess you can picture the button better, now.

Once I realize how it works, I have to record some of my favorite songs from the radio; I just hope the radio host doesn't speak at the end, otherwise, I'd have to listen to him all the time, and probably, my songs wouldn't be my favorite anymore by then, just because of that.

I've been noticing things again. You know, this stuff no one cares to observe thoroughly. For example, I look outside from windows. In my bedroom, they are all squared shaped and medium sized. Some nights, when I cannot sleep, I look through them and there is a mixture of color, darkness and light, in some cases. Other nights, the sky is deep navy blue and stars appear as millions of silver tiny dots. You can see the entire city from my bedroom windows, or pretty much of it. There are two big trees behind my house; to see them, you have to go to my parents' bedroom.

I wish my bedroom was as big as my parents', but I enjoy the view, anyway.

I'm thinking about you, again.

martes, 26 de febrero de 2013

This is Bill (II)

Falling in love should feel like a freezing in time, just a little fraction which feels infinite. At least that’s what I thought when I saw you that Saturday in the park. I don’t know what you did to me.

It’s weird how you can fall in love with someone you don’t know in person, but, somehow, has the right words you need to hear. I like to think you think about me, although you are in another places, perhaps, under other blankets; at sea, or playing cards, or dreaming.

Look: It’s all gone with the wind…

Daniel says you’re crazy, and I should let you go and meet other people. I still don´t know what I did to you that could possibly have been wrong and made you mad at me. In fact, I don’t even know if you’re mad at me, but I think you’re just not yourself these days.

Today I was at Spanish class, and I felt like I wanted to be left alone. I like to draw a lot, in case you didn’t know. My Spanish teacher is new, she seems really nice, but I don’t know her yet, if you know what I mean.

So, she told me to join a work group, and I said I would, but I really didn’t. I just stayed in my spot, and kept drawing. I like how whispers sound. And I like how rain sounds. I also like silence.

To me, looking at the sky whether is blue or grey, day or night time seems one of my favorite things in the world to do.

Sometimes in the morning, when I go to school, I see the beautiful red and blue, cloudy, mixed sky. And I think about some songs and wonder how would it be in other countries and if people look at the same sky, and wonders.

I don’t know if there’s actually someone as curious as me, somewhere far beyond.

lunes, 25 de febrero de 2013

¡Feliz cumpleaños George!

Hoy festejamos a George Harrison, mi beatle favorito (supongo que también el de algunos de ustedes) con unas fotos que me encantan de él. ¡Bon Appetit!