Las Zapatillas In My Life

martes, 23 de agosto de 2011

Casualitats agradables...nice coincidence

Voltant per casa amb poques ganes de fer feina m'he trobat un diari vell (bé, vell de la setmana passada) i m'he posat a fullejar-lo. A la contraportada hi escriu l'Eva Piquer i sempre que coincideixo amb un dels seus artícles me'l llegeixo, m'agraden. Al que avui he llegit entre d'altres coses hi parlava d'un càmping que ha denuncia google perquè quan al web hi fas una recerca d'ells el primer que et surt és una referència a un accident amb víctimes que va passar en les seves instal·lacions.

El que més m'ha interessat a mi, però, ha estat del que escribia per introduïr el tema del càmping: el record i la seva importància. El record és quelcom molt important en les meves peces i darrerament penso molt en els records, recordar... Us escric algunes de les frases amb les que em quedo:

"No sé si som el que mengem, com sosté convençuda la meva amiga macrobiòtica, però segur que som el que recordem."

"Deia que voldria oblidar segons què, però no goso dir-ho gaire alt: fins i tot els mals records formen part del jo que sóc ara. Estic prou reconciliada amb la meva biografia, potser perquè és tot el que tinc."

" Trobo molt més sa reivindicar el dret al record, fins i tot quan fer present el passat ens boicoteja la felicitat."

Us adjunto també el link al seu blog, on hi podeu trobar aquest artícle i molts d'altres:

http://evapiquer.cat/

A recordar tots tant com poguem!

Walking arround home, trying not to work I've found an article in an old (one week old) newspaper. The writer, Eva Piquer, explains on it about an accident that took place on a camping in 1978 and the owners has pressed charges against google because when you try to google the camping the firsts articles are about this event.

The most interesting thing to me is that the writer was also writeing about memories and how important they are for her to be.

I'm going to try to translate you some sentences of her text:

"I'm not sure if we are what we eat, as my macrobiotic friend holds, but for sure we are what we remember."

" I had said that I would like to forget some things, but I don't want to say it to loud: even the bad memories are a part of myself."

I link you her blog page! in there you can find the whole text and more of her.

http://evapiquer.cat/

Try to rember as much as you can it's a good thing!

lunes, 18 de julio de 2011

My Characters

They came from the snow to stay...

...let me to introduce you them.

The other Montserrat. She always have had cold hands, like if they were of ice.

Núria. Even she feels with her hands teid up she keep on taking of all that disturbs on her way.

Isolda. She wants to have long fingers to get everything, but she doesn't know how to use them.

Ramon. He needs all this fingers to count everything arround him to control the situation.

Martina. She is there even no one notice it.

Rafel. Quietly, littel by littel, he is leaving his mark.

María. Always on doubt.

Alícia. Unconditional protective.