Laika, lost dog...

It is cold outside these days...

Cold waves follow each other like the waves of the sea. A sea that she does not know. She has known the gray pavement and the dark soil at the back of the patio and the gray color of the dishes she fiddles with sometimes when she is bored.

At night she knew that dark room with the little squares and her pink bed, a pinkish gray, she would say. The room darkens at night and only a very dim light pass through the window, up there, a window that cannot be reached.

And so the hours passed. She sometimes dreamed. She dreamed of pleasant smells that she did not often perceive: smells of caresses and laughter. And she remembered that time they took her out for a walk. What a wonder world! Smells everywhere! Smells of other dogs and other people, scents of plants and grass, fragrances of the morning when the sun comes up very bright, and smell of hot and tasty things. Smells of quiet afternoons when other children play with their pets. Scents accumulated at night that tell secrets from other lives.

She did not know much about that world. She had built a world for herself with bits of memories of what she had lived through intermittently, at times, even when she ran away some other time in the past.

In the morning people used to greet her. Those lively blue eyes shone in the rays of sunlight reaching the patio. She likes people and she did not understand why they did not spend more time with her.

She used to run from here to there. She raced with her dimmed shadow or with an imaginary friend who was formed from the scents of other friends she knew for brief moments.

One day they left the door open.

How could she resist to run away and discover that world she dreamed of when she slept!

Of course, she escaped.

Today we do not know if she sleeps peacefully and dreams. Or if she has aromas of human beings next to her that give her food on time.

Or maybe everything darkens and even she dreams of going back to the patio and playing again with her shadow but she does not know how.

Laika is a husky dog that got lost. If you can, help her find her home.

If you can, help any lost or stray dog find a home.

And suddenly, you look out...

A face appears on the bright screen of a computer as if it was the same. But its heart has stopped beating. - It is asleep - is the thought of the most optimistic people. One of those days it will be reborn in the light of a new technology. But the pessimists think that its digital life has gone forever.

The files collected in many navigations trough strange seas in a world parallel to the human one. Images and written documents whose content may never will be read again. There is a mourning  when someone dies. It lasts months and sometimes even years ... sometimes a whole life. But what happens when the virtual life disappears? The loss is different from facing. It's hard but strange to know what happened when you felt something so alive and suddenly dies but it was not alive actually.

A failure of the electric light like a shock that accelerates the heart rate and suddenly stops it. A fall that destroys everything. A hard disk that exists but at the same time disappears. The information contained among its clues: disappeared forever ... or perhaps it is asleep.

And suddenly, you look out, small piece of geometric symmetry, as if to say that you are still alive.

The 6th of January present

The first days of January had passed slowly after the crazy days of December. The children were still in holidays as well as their dad. Thus, he decided to carry them outside to see everything not seen in the last month.

Jonathan worked till the 16^th of December when he received his salary and his bonus. He was so happy. Then he rested the remaining days of the month converted in a summary of visits to the family, friends and Christmas events including the food, of course. Susana was with him when she could. The other days she stayed at home cooking tons of food that were kept in containers to be eaten during the end of December and the beginning of January when she could rest.

Waiting for something extraordinary…

Christmas came and also the days that passed too fast. Last year did not allow us to go to carol concerts, to visit belens neither to see the decorations or the theatre plays… this year was the same.

The city was crowded. Christmas time started since September with the commercial promotions in the stores full of Christmas products. TV was full of commercials as well. Everything to make you well among mobiles, computers, houses, insurances, trips… everything for Christmas happiness except the Christmas and the happiness.

 

Resting a little bit

I went down to the living room using those pink stairs that resemble stones. There was nobody in the house. Like those years when the family used to go out… to buy something, to eat in some place or only to go because they wanted to leave.

Witches

Do you think in the existence of the witches?

Well, believe me, they exist! 

The imminent change of the time.

It has been a year since the snow came.

Those little star-shaped fractals that fall in your hand and disappear being fairly visible to your eyes. The obsession for the work, the dead lines and the surprises that change the way of your life as inelastic collisions in a pool game. How much momentum is left in that white ball?

The Little Prince and the Infinite

Recently I met with the Little Prince of Saint-Exupéry. 

He is just as described by the writer, his disordered hair seems as made of wheat fields and his smile is charming.

But the writer was a little scarce in the description of his character.

You can not tolerate him!

He is insistent until death... maybe as several children that I know. 

Once he asks one question, he expects the best answer. 

 

This was my situation the day when I saw him.

I was in a 2 hours cue to ascend to the Eiffel Tower plus 2 hours cue to wait for the elevator to go to the half of the tower. I did not want to continue and preferred to see Paris during an hour among hundreds of crazy people, cameras and flashes. Then, I waited other 2 hours cue to the elevator that took me down… I felt that I was waited an infinite time until then.

Teachers and Apples

Sitting in a garden bench of the Faculty, in front of an apple of pale color, she decided to take out her paintbrushes and paintings. At the mercy of her hands, the fruit began to take a more attractive tint, a red color that her inspired mind tinted of new life.