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…I learnt it from friends. And American transcendentalists.

Ralph Waldo Emmerson Essays

Henry Thoreau ” Civil Desobidience”

Henry Thoreau ” Walden”

And the Midnight Juggernauts, go perfectly well with the mood.

Loads of love and never give power to those who have none.




So, I thought of cleaning the face of the blog and Anna Karina helped out, I still don’t get used to this theme same way I don’t get used to German grammar. But I will get to you Critique of Practical Reason, you the reason to learn German in the first place.

However wandering sightless the unknown (unpronounceable) streets of European cities, is losing it’s tempo. Might be the time, to enjoy the stillness of History, in a place that surely holds the key to past Western Modern History. A good three course meal for Cold War cravers, like myself. After barely five months, overcame the stage of enchantment to walk into what seems to be real true love. And am holding my breath, aware that the cold treatment is waiting at the gates.

Therefore I thought I should leave aside the “Sempre libera!” and start rooting in a place , so my love story with this city and my life story take a seat back, hold hands and enjoy the nothingness of routine. Which in Berlin is a complete myth. And intimacy is being sold in flea-markets, for this is the land of the dispossessed. Only wished for a couple kids and a pine-tree wooden table for the kitchen, so to say.

Ich bleibe.

In the Komische Oper Berlin “La Traviata” is being played throughout October and a bit of November, unfortunately the cheap seats have been already taken like lisergic candies at the school entrance. Let me have a decent job, that pays  for tiny luxury feathers pillows and the joy of seeing live, an opera many times watched in video. Just let me.

Also if you are in town, instead of enjoying the falling of the leaf somewhere in Bohemia, don’t miss Amiga Festival in Görli this coming Saturday. The rain is a state of mind.

Loads of love and arias.



P.S. Feels good to be back, as a 30er.

Hip hop culture, black activism, and art…sounds just beyond right, and if comes from Fahamu Pecou it looks beyond amazement. Enjoy the fine work of this great artist. And just I find out about Pecou, at a perfect time, as a divine sign for my next art project.Thank you, master.


Loads of love, fat beats and black powah.



As a child of my dear father, Science Fiction is never been an option. It was there for us to take it, without having a saying. It all started with the Jeff Wayne´s musical version of the H.G. Wells classic, later  famous hoax by Orson Welles, and ultimately dreadful Spilberg´s movie… “War of the Worlds”. That vinyl was played endlessly at home. Then Star Wars Sundays at grandpa´s came, Close Encounters of the Third Kind (personal favorite, although it scared the shizzle out of me at the time) altogether with the neckbreakingputmetosleep 2001 A Space Odyssey, which I have learnt to love through the years, specially knowing that Kubrick is a holly figure at home (also because dad and I were/are big fans of Clockwork Orange and his whole filmography).2001, film my dad loves beyond reason. Also our family knew, WE knew the TRUTH about Moon landing…WE knew it was Kubrick´s Moon short film, so the Space Race was out of the question for us. However the case, my father and us used to build this “matches rockets” with tinpaper, set them on take off position, start  ignition (lots of burnt fingers and nails there) , engines (matches) on fire, take off… and see them take off out of the balcony (same balcony that was the Pirate´s ship), like strange fire crackers . They were of course named  “Sputnik”, as an homage. We probably reached “Sputnik 50” on one solely afternoon. And miraculously never burnt anything or anyone. That we know of.

Click on the image if you´d like to listen to the track with Justin Hayward (Moody Blues) and the Spanish version of War of the Worlds.

To keep on going with other films my dad made us watch, we have Blade Runner (another favorite) ,  Enemy Mine…which we watched with the sound off, as we could dub all the dialogues…not very hard…just do a lot of ggrrrrrsssshhh…ssshhhiiiissssmaaaaagggggrrr…and so on, Mars Attack (he just loves that one, he can´t wait for the aliens to come already)…and probably any mainstream Sci-Fi flick, name it…and he loves it. At a time… he even wanted to learn Klingon!!!. My dad is a Psychology PhD. and a freak. But thanks to that freakness of his, he made us read  “A Brave New World” by Aldous Huxley and H.P. Lovecraft, and that strange book about Project Blue Book. Both of my parents believe in aliens, they say the Universe is far too big to think we are alone. Dad made sure we watched some of the series Cosmos by Carl Sagan, and passed on to us “A brief history of time” by Hawkings.  So for me, Sci-Fi is the Normal thing. Whatever normal means, I got used to be raised by this man and this mother that thought that dressing her daughter as a boy was way  cool, that would put a sheet on me with hands painted all over and call the custom “Fantasy”, a mother that every time you need/want/have a problem says “ask the Universe”…yes…I was weird, because am weird…but my parents did not help much, good thing is you learn not to really care about what others think of you…ever, you get used to awkwardness. Nevertheless I feel very lucky,  I had a vivid dreamy happy childhood. True.

Then he came along with all the Voynich manuscript, Masonry and all the Middle Age related themes, alchemy and blah blah, that got so into fashion not so long ago thanks to that Dan Brown and the Da Vinci Code. I even didn´t bothered to read it…I have a father, he´ll tell me…and it´s better than the movie. For sure.

Not so long ago, he wrote a sci-fiction,  conspiracy illuminati based novel (i think). I haven´t read it yet because it´s in the agent´s hands…and according to my father, it cannot be read until is published. He started with a novel and ended up with a whole trilogy.. maybe the reason why  it hasn´t been published yet, for over a year (august).  I just can´t wait. So if anyone interested into publishing it…give us a shout. Last thing I know, is that he is giving it a twist to make it a political panphlet, because my father is a delusional fascist-anarchist…yes…and inflexible anarchist.

The reason why I have been thinking of my father´s passion for the Sci-fiction, the aliens, the UFOs, the outer space, the Cosmos…is because recently I acquired this planisphere, that totally reminded me of the one we had when we were kids, that my dad used to carry along when we would go on free camping. My father is a complete genius, even if he has those other things I dislike so much. And I have to thank him, because he let my wings grow and my imagination fly endlessly until this day.

Later on in life, I had friends like V2 that told me about this book and whom I can talk about this things, that you don´t really dare to talk with many people and also my friend J who is a complete conspiracy paranoid and that two years ago sent me an e-mail with the Ederman message. Also when I was a teenager with my friend V1, at the village where my parents had the countryside house…we saw…a pretty strange light, with a pretty strange flying behaviour. At that same village  there was this lady on her mid 50´s stuck completely in the Spanish post civil-war era, with no TV, that would cook on a fire she would make on a hole in her primitive house said that she was abducted by the aliens. Go figure.

Anyhow, my father influence has being pivotal in my life for many reasons but all these sci-fiction, Cosmos, aliens and the likes…are some of them.

Charly, te quiero. :-)

Loads of love and look up and smile, they are looking down.



To keep on going

New discovery. Funny how I used to cut and dye my hair for years…now I like going to Sonia my hairdresser in Madrid…need to find a Turkish girl here in Berlin-OH.

Anyhow..jewel. Click on image below.

Loads of love and good readings.



P.S. Could anyone mail me the complete series of X-Factor, please…I really feel like reading it, and by no means I´ll do so in German. Na-ah.