Oh my senses..... Because, sometimes, you need the impossible to make something possible

A couple of days before, we have a very good night. Lots of friends, lots of good vibes and lots of poetry and music. From this night, I want to share this song. Thank you, Josh. You made it possible.

Hace un par de dias, tuvimos una gran noche. Una noche llena de amigos, buenas vibraciones, musica y poesia. De esa noche, quiero compartir esta cancion. Gracias, Josh, tu lo has hecho posible.

Si alguien quiere la traduccion al español, que me la pida.

Oh My Senses (Oh, mis sentidos)

Isn’t it amazing, the
sunlight on your face?
See the world everything’s right.
See the world everything’s fine.

Isn’t it amazing, the
blue-sky and the clouds?
See the world everything’s right.
See the world everything’s fine.

Oh my senses, bringing me back,
where everything and everyone
is fine, under the sky.
Oh my senses, bringing me back,
where everything and everyone
is fine, under the sky.

Isn’t it amazing, the
mountain and the streams?
See the world everything’s right.
See the world everything’s fine.

The morning light is falling bright
into my room, and everything is quiet.
See the world everything’s right.
See the world everything’s fine.

Oh my senses, bringing me back,
where everything and everyone
is fine, under the sky.
Oh my senses, bringing me back,
where everything and everyone
is fine, under the sky.

The daylight may break for you,
and shake for you,
all that have may not last.
The season may bring you down,
it’s alright,
turn back, the other side.

Oh my senses, bringing me back,
where everything and everyone
is fine, under the sky.
Oh my senses, bringing me back,
where everything and everyone
is fine, under the sky.

Oh my senses, bringing me back,
where everything and everyone
is fine, under the sky.
Oh my senses, bringing me back,
where everything and everyone
is fine, under the sky.

Oh my senses, bringing me back,
where everything and everyone
is fine, under the sky.
Oh my senses, bringing me back,
where everything and everyone
is fine, under the sky.

This time, in Spanish...... Desayuno de un idiota. An idiot's breakfast.

Ingredients:

Ham (Jamon York)
Cheese (Queso)
Bread (Pan)
Coffe (Cafe)
Aspirins (Aspirinas)
HangOver (Resaca)
Pakistani Mandarin (Mandarina de Pakistan)

Modo de preparacion:

Coges el Ham y lo colocas entre el pan junto al queso. Eso es lo que los expertos denominan "Sandwich de Jamon y queso" o Ham and Cheese Sandwich. Tambien conocido como Bikini frio o mixto en tierras ibericas.
Pelar concienzudamente la Mandarina de Pakistan.
Hacer cafe
Sentarse en una mesa vacia, solo.
Mirar al techo
Comerse la mandarina
Comer, con cara de estupido, el "Sandwich" mientras admiramos las extrañas variaciones de pintura que, milagrosamente, solo los podemos ver en situaciones como esa
Ignorar el esplendido dolor de cabeza que se posee
Repetir de manera repetida lo idiota que es uno
Opcionalmente, escuchar "Blush Response" y saberse el dialogo entre Rachel y Deckard.
Servir cafe al gusto
Insertar las aspirinas en la boca
Saborearlas. Mucho. Que la boca sepa a acido agrio.
Tomar cafe

Volver a la habitacion y hacer una entrada como esta en el blog.

So, that is. Thank you, citizen. The computer loves you. You love the computer.

http://www.elite.net/~runner/jennifers/welcome.htm

Hello everyone. Welcome to my blog. Bienvenidos, bienvenidas.

My name is Egoitz. I'm one of the so-called "intelectuals" members of the academic community. Yes, that is the community who thinks has the right to know, more than the rest. The thing is that I don't like comfortable with that thought. Am I betraying my colleagues???

First of all, I don't like blogs. I don't have te time to update them, don't have the will to answer to all the posts and don't have the commitment of take care of one of them. As you could read in the description, this blog came after a night in a pub. A night full of senseless discussion about what the "people" want and who have the right to know it. That night I realized that nobody have the power to know anything about it. I doesn't matter if you are indigineous, white, black, western, eastern, tall, small, gorgeous or ugly. And, of course, doesn't matter if you're drunk or not.

I would like to start to talk about this. The issue that we have to be in control of everything, but we know it's impossible. Who have the right to know? Who is the person who is able to know? and, behind all of this. What the "people" want?????

At the same time, I'll post some of my dreams, thoughts and strange things that sometimes appear in my life. I hope you'll do the same.

Finally, I would like that this blog will be a multilingual one. Of course, we have to use a "lingua franca" in this case, english, but feel free to post in any language that you want. Sometimes I'll do in spanish, and sometimes, if my limited experience allows me, in Basque.

So be it. First question. Who has the right to know about one thing? The academic who research about, the person who is part of it? I'm waiting your answers, my friends.....

alea jacta est. La suerte esta echada. Como diria Cesar, que empiezen los juegos.