Moroccan Nikita's

"Laus Deus   Santa Clara en la montaña    esta sola y bien se amaña" The sign by Santa Clara's chapel mentions her solitude up on the mountain, but in fact, she is not alone at all, the lonely sanctuary being guarded by cats . These beautiful, clean, yet strangely corpulent cats welcome hikers in the middle of nowhere, mundane and friendly, against a share of the walkers picnic.  On the way up, you meet sparse (mostly German) hikers going down (you hate them - not for being German but for being on their way down), you're sweating, red in the face, out of breath and praying any god you've ever heard of for the next sign to tell you that your ascension is finally ending. You don't even look back down the steep rocky path, and when you look up, it seems  never-ending .  You're just swearing in silence for having had the silly idea to do this walk.  And then, all of a sudden, the miracle happens, you see an opening, the sun, a sign, four fa...

"L’homme ne peut découvrir de nouveaux océans tant qu’il n’a pas le courage de perdre de vue la côte."  André Gide I know well there is no perfect place on earth. I know it even better - for no place will probably be perfect for me. While some are scared to leave their hometown, and move elsewhere, I am scared to be stuck in one place for longer than..I wish to stay. Move in.. while thinking of moving out. Whenever the wind starts to blow again. At the same time, I wish to find that place, the one I will not want to leave. I think it should be south, warm, by the ocean. Now I bumped into one of these places,  but unlike all the ones I knew already, it functions. It's not perfect, sure it's not, let's not get started about their refugee policies, or the very ugly colonisation history the country (as we know it now) has built itself on. It is on the other side of the planet and people walk upside down, which is weird, but when I was a child and wante...

.... last post in February 2014... where did my words go? Was I talking too much for two years and releasing them too fast? (hmmm, no.. a million words a second is what I've been doing all my life...) Did they run out, did they jump aside, did they hide? I've eaten a lot of beautiful words instead. Now my head is full of them. So I have to write it .. (that's just to make sure I will): I'll pull my derelict words back together before two years of silence are complete. "Magda recorta palabras de los diarios, palabras de todos los tamaños, y las guarda en cajas. En caja roja guarda las palabras furiosas. En caja verde, las palabras amantes. En caja azul, las neutrales. En caja amarilla, las tristes. Y en caja transparente guarda las palabras que tienen magia.  A veces, ella abre las cajas y las pone boca abajo sobre la mesa, para que las palabras se mezclen como quieran. Entonces, las palabras le cuentan lo que ocurre y le anuncian lo que ocurrirá."...