Tomo un café en la terraza de un bar mientras leo el periódico, mi mirada se encuentra con la palabra “colaborador” justo en el mismo instante en el que alguien de la mesa de al lado la pronuncia claramente.

•

I’m going down the street on my motorcycle, I see on the right sidewalk a motorcycle shop, inside is a wall full of merchandise for the rider, saddle bags for custom bikes, T-shirts with American motifs etc. I think about the Motorcycle clubs, I think that today the only thing you see on a Harley Davidson are executives with good shaved faces, businessmen with shiny shoes, wealthy people with a look of satisfaction. I think about the father of a friend who fits that profile, his name is Baltasar. “Baltasar” … not a very common name in Spain, I think few people know any. Ten seconds before I see the huge word over a shops door on my right, a single word can be read, “Baltasar”.

Coffee break in a bar, reading the newspaper, when i put my look over the word “collaborator” someone behind me pronounces “collaborator” clearly.

•

I´m washing the dishes, I start to think about Sara, a close friend who has struggled in recent times, through the thoughts is his name. I mentally moving the moments we shared, recapitulating. He’s the turn of the pot, clean it inside and when I flip it…

Estaba haciendo un dibujo para una exposición, se trataba de una figura humana en una posición forzada y de fuerte carga anatómica. Como me estaba haciendo un lío para hacer la construcción muscular de la axila, en la que convergen el serrato, triceps, pectoral etc, utilicé como referencia el famoso cuadro de José de Ribera titulado “el martirio de San Felipe”, en el que este área está magistralmente reflejada:

Al cabo de un rato hice una pequeña pausa para hacerme un café y mirar el correo. Veo que he recibido un mail de mi hermano en el que me pone un enlace a este vídeo:

Que cada uno saque sus propias conclusiones.

•

This is the most funny happened to me, two days ago.

Think what you want.

•

I visit a friend, he shows me the book he has bought a few days ago: “Guess guess, I have a zero in the belly” by Àngels Navarro Simón with beautiful illustrations of Mariona Cabassa. I leaf through, turning the pages, I like especially the work of the illustrator and I say to my friend, “is very good.” He nods and says: “It is very cuca”, (“cuca” means “beautiful” in spanish) the word “cuca” uttered by his mouth is materialized in the exact moment that my sight is met with the word “cuca” present in the book. I took a picture:

Al regresar a casa me fijo en el periódico del día, doblado por la mitad encima de la mesa del comedor:

Al desdoblarlo la continuación de la frase era “…entre la Iglesia y el Gobierno”, pero lo oportuno de las palabras a la vista queda ahí.

•

June last year. My cousin comes home to dinner, afternoon we said goodbye and she takes his car to return to their city. After half an hour received a call from her, has suffered an accident, a frontal collision with another car, and has completely broken the front of her car, fortunately there were no physical injuries from her neither the occupants of another vehicle. I take a picture from google to illustrate:

When unfold the newspaper the sentence continues “… between the Church and the government,” but the words are “strangely” relevant at that time.

•

I drive the car, my partner is sitting next to me. Talking about something funny I hear her laugh and i look to her: I like her smile so special, large, open and beautiful, I think: “May you always have this smile.” When I look immediately forward a small yellow sign with something written in black letters stuck to a lamppost passes quickly to my left, i drive at a speed of 31 miles/hour but a word can be read clearly: “Sunrise”. (“Sonrisa” means “Smile” in spanish)

No es un suceso, lo sé, pero mirando una rodaja de piña, no pude evitar ver el asombroso parecido. (Click en imagen para tamaño completo)

•

Not a event, i know, but looking at a slice of pineapple, it was inevitable to see the striking resemblance. (Click on image for full size)

•

Family dinner, my brother-in-law is a chef, he has cooked a lot of meat, including a fiorentina (typical Italian king-size steak). It is a spectacular steak, i`m sitting on the table and after three minutes of attemption in silence in my head appears a question for the cost of this huge piece of flesh, when my head had already prepared the question and my mouth was ready to ask… my girlfriend asks his brother: E quanto è costato? (And how much did it cost?)

Apoyado en la pared, junto a la puerta de un bar, escucho la radio, un anuncio, se escucha la frase líbre como un pájaro, justo en ese momento sale del bar una chica con un tatuaje en el hombro en el que se se lee la palabra free bajo el dibujo colorista de un ave.

•

I’m sitting on the subway platform, listening radio with headphones. We hear the sports news talking about a footballer`s ankle injury. Just at the moment in which the speaker pronounces the words “injured ankle” a girl, sitting next to me, it pulls the ankle and looks at his partner with a wince.

Leaning against the wall beside the door of a bar, listening to the radio, advertising, i hear the words “free as a bird” , just then leaving the bar a girl with a tattoo on shoulder which reads the word “free” under the colorful drawing of a bird.

•

I come back to home with my partner after shopping, we stop at the sidewalk of a narrow street to see a terrace full of plants and flowers that seem to spring from inside the house. We kissed for a few seconds, without haste, a thought is materialized in my head: “it`s true, we must to seize the moment.” That thinking has a certain logic, given the situation, but had a small part of him that I do not understand. Two seconds after and two meters from where we were, a man just off a car that had stopped on the road speaks to the couple who was inside exclaiming: “really, we must seize the moment!!”