NEW YEAR´S RESOLUTIONS!!!!

Guys!!! Come the last few days of the aging year, we all start making resolutions for the new one: gonna do more exercise, gonna write more in our English blog, start a diet ( impossible with Iñigo and Rober at the community), take up a new hobby, even quit smoking blah, blah, blah...Then, one way or another, most of our good-will intentions gradually fall on stony ground don´t they? But It is always nice to kind of try and "mend our ways" isn´t it???
That´s why I thought I could sort of say a musical goodbye to 2011 on our blog and at the same time wish you all the best for 2012. And there is a delightful song by a fantastic artist called Jamie Cullum: "Next Year Baby" and I think it suits today perfectly. My favourite part is when Jamie sings: " But if there´s one thing I must do/ Despite my greatest fears/ I´m gonna say to you/ how I´ve felt all these years"
I´ve chosen the longer live version because at the beginning of the rendition, before the actual song, you can watch Jamie deliver one of his renowned, physically charged impromptus on stage. A great entertainer, he really is!
Anyway my dear students, I do hope you all have well-meant resolutions for the new year, many of which, despite your greatest doubts will be fulfilled to make you feel better, nicer, healthier people. It was a pleasure to share with you the end of this year and the coming one. Thanks God for everything lived during 2011 and please pray a little bit for my operation that it will be on Saturday 17th at 1 o´clock.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR´S EVE EVERYONE AND A BLISSFUL 2012!!!

4. LOSER´S PLACE

4. Loser’s place

- He is there- he said pointing at the left tent.

The base camp was really huge. There were hundreds of people always waiting for the end. When the life is good, the time doesn´t exist, but when the life is war, the time shrinks the heart. Now, the life is war.

He walks slowly as far as the tent. At the door, he waits, takes the paper, reads it again and he crossed the door.

- Hi Sir- No movements, no noise. One fly crossed the air. Flies always remember him the death- Sir, you don´t know me. I´m soldier James and I was looking for you during two months.

- Soldier, What do you want?

- You are the writer.

- What are you talking about?

The soldier read the paper: «Something I woke up by night and I think it was a bomb».

- Shut up. It is enough- he scared- What do you want?

- I live the same.

- Everybody lives the same. It is a war: people kill people, because one of them hates the Jewish people, other hates the different people, another wants more and more, other…- he coughed and he covered his face. He was ill.

- I´m sorry, I´m sorry, I just…, I´m sorry- he was living the same. He always lived the same.

- Listen to me. Listen…- he said whispering- Could you make me a favour?

- Yes, yes, sure.

- If you survive at the war you will say to her that I didn´t suffer.

- She? Who?

The unknown man put on his hand a picture.

- This one.

She was really pretty.

- How can I meet her? -He waited- Ey! Answer me. How can I meet her? - He answered scaring.

-…

- Oh! No. Come on, come on.

-…

When he left him he went at the other side of the river near there. He took the paper, he read it again and he was one with the picture. He lost, like ever.

In the war, everybody loses. The war is the loser´s place.

By Carlos Muñoz Novo.

3. THE DAILY ROUTINE.

The corn sings at six thirty. At this time she is thinking about taking a shower. She organizes her morning: First, the coffee; two and half spoonfuls of coffee, a little bit of milk and what is most important, no sugar in it. Second, the newspaper, she hates this one, the newspaper that he prefers, but it does not matter, he prefers it. Third, flowers.

-          Hi darling!

-          Good morning Lise- her smile was like the Giaconda’s smile: happy or sad. The woman couldn´t know it.

-          Take it: two white roses, two black roses, two poppies. It´s the same everyday- Lise looked how the peculiar woman was nervous- Ey! I don´t want to know why- she said smiling.

-          Thanks- the peculiar woman said with a beautiful smile, (now yes, really).

-          This is a present for you- the woman said, giving her a pink rose.

When she arrived at home, she put the flowers in a vase.

Nice picture: the hot coffee, the most beautiful flowers, the newspaper and she standing up  opposite his chair.

At eleven o´clock she wiped the table, she took the flowers and then, she went at the cemetery.

-          Good morning mom. I´m here another day. I don´t know nothing of him yet- she wiped away her tears- I´m fine mummy, I´m ok. I know he will come back. He promised it and I believe him.

She put the flowers on top of the stone plaque: two white roses, two black roses, two poppies, but not the pink rose, it was a present.

The daily routine.

By Carlos Muñoz Novo.