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They're all out there, every single one of them, looming behind every corner and waiting for the unwary walker to stumble upon. The fuckers. They're huge, they're pointy and they've got the most disgusting decorations I've ever seen ( Read more... )

Silvia really didn't know what to do next. The same old filmreel spun in front of her eyes as she descended the stone staircase two steps at a time, not caring if some of the fucker's neighbours were going to get out and make her notice that it was actually four o' clock in the cazzo di morning ( Read more... )

Suppose you're in the middle of an empty afternoon, not-so-quietly and not-so-calmly wrestling your way through the assembling phase of an Ikea bookshelf that looks like a chicken shack for mass-producing children as cannon meat for the revolution du jour ( Read more... )

The univeristy radio's morning press overview is just over, me and a friend have been blabbering and quoting and explaining and generally parroting serious people for a couple hours or so ( Read more... )

It feels like if you focus hard enough, you can almost hear the world trying not to breathe too loud while people in America are choosing their president/commander in chief in quite impressive numbers ( Read more... )

Done the usual stuff, let night fall between frantic refreshings of a forum page and hopeless looks into a desolated-looking fridge. Another October/November Santi holiday survived, with every meal as a challenge to my digestive organs. Enough meat, sweets and fat to make a rhino worry about the cholesterol level in its bloodstream, and still I ( Read more... )

You know, something just occurred to me. Something that struck me after spending an evening browsing through blogs and arguing about politics in a forum, as I watched the interaction of so many people in so little time. And reading other's journals as well, trying to find in them the common lowest denominator that drives all of them/us to pack up ( Read more... )

That's right, fear. Not the kind that freezes you deer-in-the-headlights-like, mind you. More like the kind that creeps and slithers around the edges of your eyes, looking for just the right kind of thought to piggyback and infiltrate your mind. Which is not exactly good news for me, having had it on my back all damn day. Right now the situation ( Read more... )

Pedro Almodovar's last film is his worst so far. Stale, monotonous, repetitive: he ought to know by now that he can't fill theaters just by going one up on pulpness and explicitness. Another worrying thing out of Spain recently, all in all.

I could've bought a book with those seven Euros.

A nice book.