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The year of Bruce Lee…and I welcomed it in Seattle, where his and his son Brandon gravesite are to be found. On a more delightful and playful mood, here it is how the next year will be.

2012: What will happen.

JANUARY: Someone named Theresa will have my glasses on the 1st day of the year, I will get them back on the 2nd. Will watch The Godfather and think about moving to a lil village in Sicily. I will fly back to Berlin, instead, with no delays, and even if I get stuck in London I won´t be able to see Pec, because she will be working and BA will make me fly in the afternoon. Also I won´t be able to see Cruz as she would still be in Madrid. Will go to Henry Rollins gig with my mate Sam. Will join a Crossfit gym or start long distance running, altogether with Power Yoga and Chi Kung with my friend Pablo. And I will stick to it. Stalk the fancy people at Berlin fashion week. Specially heterosexual men.

FEBRUARY: One month no smoke.Think to go back to fashion biz, and discard it. I will be working my ass off, for petty coins, it will be freezing and snow will break in. The Bright Tradeshow won´t send me the press pass, and I would tell their corporate asses to stay away from the true spirit of skateboarding and all boarding sports: FREEDOM you fools. I will be single yet again in St. Valentine´s day but getting lots of good sex.  I will tour with Pec, or at least I will be in London. I can write now…oh no hold it, that´s an illusion.

MARCH: Biz takes off. Like seriously. Find a nice, cheap apartment in Moabit or Treptower Park, because I can´t live with the NK hip anymore, and I need nature. Although I might reconsider it and stay close to my friends in da hood.  We will jump into Spring, the season most hated. I will be allergic starting next month and single. Will wish to go to Japan, to say goodbye to friend Aitana, but I will be working my ass off and poor. Fidel Castro dies. The end of an era. Tresca´s birthday.

APRIL:  I will be on B2 of Deutsch, and able to have a decent conversation. At least. Or talk nonsense with a nice accent. I will be making millions.And writing a lot. Will be almost fit, back to a normal 125 pounds and eating good. I might get a boyfriend, just for the sake of having a boyfriend. Wait no, I have no time. My mother´s birthday.

MAY: Go to London, to be amazed by this in case i can´t make it to ATP. Buy a rodie to run with friends Sam and Marta. Enjoy two days of sun for the first time since arrival. Get amazingly cured from allergy, and enjoy Spring. Ha. I will buy my ticket to India. Go somewhere to surf and chill.

JUNE: Will go to Ibiza to pay a quick visit to my parents and my dog, chill at the beach and smoke weed…NO wait…this is my 5th month no smoking…anything. Crack included. Will get my hair cut at my favourite hairstylist in San Antoni, a Scottish sexy man.Second time I will cut my hair in the year, probably last. On my way there, a  quick stop in Madrid to see friends, meet Tresca´s daughter, Molly than by then will be sleep trained and actually walking. She will probably hold a MBA in Business, as well.

JULY: We will have two days of summer, and everyone in Berlin will run to the lakes. Will go to the Berlin Fashion Week, and maybe bump into Angelica. I will get a smartphone, because it is about time. Will have lots of work and make lots of money. New twist in the occupying movement, now revolution is coming late fall, right before the World ends. We will have a Green November instead of a Red October.

AUGUST : Will work even more, write even more, and ride a whole lot more. Will go to my brother´s wedding in India, and celebrate my 32 years of age with friends and family in southern India. I will celebrate in Chennai my brother´s wedding, and will cry a lot, dance a lot and hug people a lot. Hang out with friends and family. Feel much love.

SEPTEMBER: Travel to Kerala, to stay in an ashram for a month. Get my first yoga teacher training. Write a lot.

OCTOBER: Meet up with my friend Rodrigo in Nepal, to trek the Himalayas. Will stay there for a while, and meet interesting people, in the amazing land. One week volunteer in Lhasa. Revolution is coming.

NOVEMBER: We are taking the streets, and there is a global change a conscious change. Will most likely move to Malaysia or India, on a new job position. Book publishing deal. Get married, because some say the end of the World is near. And I will rethink my position and actually get married.

DECEMBER: Will spend Christmas with my family for the first time in two years. …….

So that´s it. Read also this  post about how to face the New Year.

Loads of love and aspirations.

xxx

L

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I forgot to give you YOUR CHRISTMAS PRESENT.

 

Stoked.

 

Enjoy. Don´t thank me, thank them.

 

Love and books.

 

xxx

 

L

 

I really like your work Scott Abels, and the poem chosen for the Best New Poets anthology as it appeared in Juked Magazine.

Funny how I had my own experience in Idaho. It´s the place for heroes.

I will most likely follow Country Music Poetry, and Hawaii must be a wonderful place.

Now if you excuse me, me and my tonsils are shooting brains up.

Loads of love and poetry.

xxx

L

While I listen to “Permission to speak” by Main Flow and 7L, I have to write about Kevin Coval “L Vis Lives”, new book 2011, that amazingly i grabbed on the go from Seattle Central Library. Here is an amazing article from a connoisseur and  Coval´s classmate Michael Volpe  you bet is worth a read.  And how i have been repeating mentally endlessly Amiri Baraka´s “Poetry is revolution”, and rhymes are rhymes, slam is slam, and how the words take off, in all their grace and power. And that´s to that.Always dismissed poetry, because I said it was easy. I walk poetry, I breathe poetry, I piss punk poetry a la Patti Smith. Easy. But then, I came to realize its true power, and remembered the happiness that Edinbrah (long live Scotland! ) and its wonderful Poetry Library, the Poetry Army and the biggest monument ever to be dedicated to a poet (Sir Walter Scott, famous for his novels, yet a poet as well) brought into my life. Well the statue, brought a spear up my foot, on a drunkard night of Goose whiskey and failed threesome with teenagers.

As a white southern European, hip-hop came to me, as everything from the outside world of coolness (America, precisely the U.S.A)…late. It was late 80s and early 90s that we started rapping and dealing with yuppies infesting downtown Madrid.  I used to record on a tape a Rap Program aired on a somewhat mainstream radio (thank god) at a really odd hour on saturday nights, I used to cut it, to have all the Biggies, or Run DMCs, and the early Spanish rap. Which was more like a joke. And that was that.

Then it became a bit more popular, and on my Freshman year 1995, in the midst of grunge and indie, there was Ilia. A weird name, for a weird kid. She was sporting a Hornet´s basketball tee, a cap, and oh my, she was a rapper from a blue-collar borough in southern Madrid. Don´t get me wrong, we don´t have projects. So when this thug rap burst five years ago, we all laughed hard. We don´t own guns, there is drug dealing, prostitution and all…but hardly gun shootings, we don´t say the word hommies, bitches, nor projects. We say bloques, that´s what we say. And also, there where big acts already going on in Spain´s hip hop scene. Like really good ones. So La Chula, me la chupa. La chula can suck my left one.

So anyhow, after Ilia, I lost sight of rap and hip hop. And it wasn´t till my Junior year, that I moved to Los Angeles, CA. The same year Tupac got shot. In El Lay, I embraced Bauhaus thanks to my friend Patty, as gothic as death herself…but most importantly the already popular growing hip hop rap culture, of black America. The gang time, the thug time. Like real thug. There were the shootings between Bloods and Crips, and I was scared to the bone to drive on the 6th. One of my besties in West Covina HS, was a black kid with serious alcohol problems (yes, am a magnet for this types) coming from DT in some sort of program to help out kids from troubled hoods in central LA, he gave me a Tiger and Winnie the Pooh shitty watch he stole from someone, and some tunes, some real tunes. I will never forget it, I was the fucking odd exchange shy student. I was so out of place. And he was so nice to me, in his early drunkness.  Also the Color Guard girls, were my buddies, mainly because I did all their algebra homework, and those dancing, laughing girls were patio-friendly-hiya doin chica to me. So, in the end I managed, could be because am Spanish, and found my place among hispanics and black communities, even though the fight each other badly.

When I went back to Spain, it wasn´t till one of my besties started Physics that I met through her, one of my best friends ever. He started providing with the real shit, from jazz, tu nu soul, to hip hop, to rap, RnB, everything. He writes for Hip Hop Nation, has a tiny recording studio, and before I decided to move to Berlin, we came up with a duo “Gobierno”, i rap, he feeds me beats. I hope we actually do it, like seriously. We could make it happen.SOON. I need Gobierno.

Also my brother (whom am not speaking to, at this point, sadly) got badly into it, he is a good rapper, and knows shitloads about new Spanish rap. For realz.

Then my fav. boyfriend (a white English boy, beautiful face even more beautiful soul, that sounds black, when he MCs, or used to) was big into it, and we started talking music. And I loved it. And I love him. Great human being.

So this is the story of my hip hop rap and so-called black music in general, love affair. And outside affair from my usual guitar, hardcore punk upringing. A beautiful love story, indeed.

Now loving badly, Mr. Lif , MF Doom and Mos Def. Andthis video, hahaha…makes me laugh every single fucking time.

After “L-Vis, Lives!” can´t wait to grab a copy of Coval´s ” Everyday people”.

It´s like that, and that´s the way it is.

Loads of love and beats.

xxx

L

UPDATE by request: I am speaking to my brother and I love him very much. We sometimes argue, but we are family and friends. Peace out.

 

xxx

L

 

 

Within You Without You

We were talking-about the space between us all
And the people who hide themselves behind a wall of illusion
Never glimpse the truth-then it’s far too late-when they pass away.
We were talking about the love we all could share when we find it
To try our best to hold it there-with our love
With our love we could save the world if they only knew.
Try to realize it’s all within yourself
No-one else can make you change
And to see you’re really only very small,
And life flows ON within you and without you_____
We were talking-about the love that’s gone so cold and the people,
Who gain the world and lose their soul….
They don’t know they can’t see-are you one of them?
When you’ve seen beyond yourself-then you may find, peace of mind,
Is waiting there….
And the time will come when you see
we’re all one, and life flows on within you and without you.

You gave me this. And I thank you.

“blank paper allows 360º of freedom to express the full range of your cortical skills, whereas pre-drawn lines restrict the natural flow of your thoughts, the organ band, i get up every morning to the beat of the drum, “william s. burroughs: a man within”, woah festival.the trip into the woods was quite tough. I was so exhausted that I slept the next day through”

Loads of love and randomness.

xxx

L