YOUR-SAY(3): 100 WORLD KISSES

100 WORLD KISSES:

The project is called 100 kisses world and it was devised by Ignacio Lehmann, a
photographer who had the idea of taking pictures to people kissing in different parts
of the world.

It is curious to observe different people from different countries ( kisses passionate,
tender kisses, fiery kisses, friendly kisses,...)
Ignacio still doesn't know because he decided to do this project, and indeed neither I myself
I can find few words to find an answer, but it's just beautiful.

It is beautiful to see the samples of people love, and is at the same time curious and
funny.

(The site: www.100worldkisses.com )

YOUR-SAY(2):We are Olympe de Gouges daughters

Olympe de Gouges, woman rights and french revolution:


Olympe de Gouges was a writer, pamphleteer and a politic of France during
the time of the French Revolution.
This daring woman intended to draw attention to issues taboo in her time, being very criticized by society.
One of her works portrayed the condition of black slaves; Olympe was imprisoned in the Bastille because in the Court of Versailles, the noble families used slaves to enrich themselves.
Fortunately Olympe was released because of the help of her friends.

Even so, Olympe continued their tireless struggle against the injustices of
the time and with the French revolution in 1791 wrote "The Declaration of the
Rights of women and the Citizen".

Her works were feminists and revolutionaries, defending equality between
the man and woman both in life publishes private.
She also made approaches about the removal of the marriage and the establishment
of the divorce. She wanted to create national workshops for the unemployed and households for the beggars.

She defended the Girondists, supporters of a federal State, and this led her to death.
She was in court on 2 November 1793, and finally climbed the gallows with value and
dignity on November 3.

She was a woman who never be surrendered despite adversities.
One of the mothers of feminism, and one of the mothers of ourselves.
One of the many women that fought for equality and for the respect for women.

She said in one of her writings:

"Women have the right to mount the scaffold; they should likewise have the right to mount the rostrum."

YOUR-SAY(1):My story with the supposed revolutionary Che Guevara

My Story with the supposed revolutionary Che Guevara:Although Che Guevara is an extremely famous character, I never really got into know about him.
And recently, I felt the obligation to read about him.

One day while leaving classes, I saw a guy of first ESO wearing a t-shirt with Che Guevara's face on it.
And I start to think: Would he know what Che Guevara represents? Would he know that he's wearing a t-shirt with the face of a person that represents a way of seeing the world, and ideology, a thinking?
And then, I realized that I couldn't think that if neither I really knew who was che guevara: I I knew that was an argentine communist who fought to make his country a place not habited by the rich that make tax havens while the poor were starving to death; but I was interested to know more about him.
Is he considerated a revolutionary? Or is he made of marketing?

I started with the most easy way: look for information on internet. And I realize that was the choice more complicated.
There was a lot of sites on internet: I started to find information on the Wikipedia but I couldn't find the type of information that I was looking for. I wasn't looking for information about what he had done, because of that I've already reported before.
I was looking about his personality, his values, his real ideology, his thinkings. Because you can do acts to avail and to have a certain image, but then having very different thoughts (I was thinking in Manuel Fraga, that start to do democratic things for our country when he had franquist thinkings)

I realized that was a lot of debates relacionated with Che Guevara: Some people sayed that Che was a revolutionary that pretend to do good things to his country that he loved to much; and some other people sayed that Che was a killer because he must to kill a lot of people to make possible a country like he wanted.

I start to felt a pain inside of me when I knew that Che Guevara killed so many people, and I started to doubt.
I thought he really was a revolutionary, but then the opinions that was a killer mingled in my arguments.

And I thought that would be a good idea to ask to known people.
My mother told me all the story with all the tints of it. He believed in his ideals, and he was in favour of the country people and not of the upper class.
Logically, he wasn't alone in this mission. He was with Fidel Castro and other revolutionaries that thinked that they must do a Communist Government better for the country and that's all.

But, Che Guevara hoped to change other South American countries, he wanted to expand his ideals so that there are no more oppressed countries. And that was his fail; or his most courageous act that marked by the history of mankind.
They killed him because he tried to go too far.
Surely the murderers were the Americans, who couldn't tolerate this man to do the same in other countries controlled by them.

Surely that they put him a limit. And he didn't understand of limits. The limits weren't in his ideology. There was no limits for him. There was only Che Guevara and his ideals.
And he died, but not his ideals.

Finally, I understood the story; but I was thinking of the word "Killer". Even.

And I tried to talk to my father.

My father's family were republicans. The father of my grandfather was the mayor of a town in andalusia and put him in prison for being republican in the Franco era and the civil war. Then, my grandfather with ten or eleven years, hid in a cave for years, along with the "maquis".
My grandfather given a day to my father a keychain with the face of Che.
And I thought that would be a good idea to talk to my father.

He sayed to me that is so difficult to make a revolutionary act without kill people, and Che was not a exception.
He explained to me the same as my mother, and then I ask to him:
"But, he was really a revolutionary? Or he was a farce?"
My father is not religious, and in fact has a hatred of everything related to Catholicism and the Catholic Church, but he told to me that Che Guevara was like Jesus Christ. And I understood what he mean.
If we have in mind that Jesus was a simple man with revolutionary ideals in his time and not a superior man with divine powers (as it made us believe the Church), we can compare him to Che Guevara.
He wanted to convey his ideals of respect and tolerance to the people. Until the powerful men who saw that their ideology was growing popularity not interested them, and they killed him.

He was a man. A simply man. Like Che Guevara.
With his defects, and his peculiarities, and his good things. But a man, after all.

So, with the pass of the time, the figure of Jesus was covered by a multitude of fabrics full of lies and superstition:
they started to say that he not respected women, that he wanted us to gave wealth to the Church, that we had to think like him, that he could heal the sick and he could restore the sight to a blind.
To attract the attention of the crowd, they invented these atrocities, because a simply man is not interessant.

They do the same with Che Guevara.
Fidel Castro created the idealized image of che guevara as a Messiah because in this way fidel castro were benefiting from that (marketing, the image of the country, the myth,...)

But after all, Che Guevara was another man that wanted to change the world. And that failed in the appearance,
but he triumph inside:
He inspired and he will inspire "simple men" with revolutionary thoughts that will leave their grain of sand in the history of humanity.


And this, for me, is revolutionary.
The true revolution.











 

 

YOUR-SAY(3): Feeling like an elf in an absinthe cup

Feeling like an elf in an absinthe cup:

 

The first time I saw them was in the back seat of the car of Bobby The True, driving toward the neighborhood about three in the morning.
The True saw the look in the middle of the night. The electronic music of the car helped making the moment even more specially weird than before.

Absinthe's Green pearls were reflected in my eyes, and I almost felt the taste of the psychedelic potion through my tongue, and then in my esophagus and stomach, feeling sparking bubbles tapping me furiously inside me.
The quake moved by all the layers of the epidermis, bristling the hair of the most superficial skin of my body.

I felt the peculiar odor of the alcohol pass through my nose, and then passing through my lungs.
The lungs' blood gotten the smell, and that blood went through my head making the block of my mind because he don't recognized the indescribable aroma.

The shock of the first minutes waned when I realized that the most interesting of all was not knowing how to describe those absinthe's green pearls that appeared in front of me.

And curiosity took over my body, examining everything I saw:
Green stretched before my eyes.
And I could not stop swimming at the mossy river; I could not stop stroking that colorful frog of intense green; I could not stop to observe the different green shades that moved as a loop in which I couldn't go out.

And I felt an inmense admiration for that perfection that stretched ahead of mine.
And enthusiasm at being able to participate in that beauty as a secondary character.
And this enthusiasm was seen in my eyes: the green potion with its hieratic smile wanted me closer at me.

And when I approached slowly, I felt my body sparking: bubbes smote at all my skin.
And I turned green.

YOUR-SAY(2): Describing a saeglópur

Describing Sæglópur



A woman is watching the calm blue sea while a skinny silhouette is dancing through the water.
Immersing slowly in the depths while the wind touches the hair of the woman with the imperceptible colorful dress.
The skinny silhouette disappears slowly.

Within the water, everything is different: the previous tranquility is transformed into a desperation when she sees the darkness of the underwater world.
Even so, it is beautiful.

The girl moves her skinny legs, swimming trying to endure a breathing that is running low.
Some monstruous and blackish tentacles coming out of nowhere trap the girl's foot.
But she can escape.

She not stop swimming even knowing that she may not go very far away... The seagrass trap her.
She looks panicked until she tired her body, feeling her heavy breathing.
She fades.

Suddenly, a light appears through the darkness: it's a diver illuminated by the light of the moon.

He save the girl and takes her to the surface, near the woman with the imperceptible colorful dress, who this time jumps into the water to retrieve the skinny silhouette who previously ventured safely to the sea.


Do you think that is a metaphorical video?

YOUR-SAY(1): Born slippy...

Born slippy:

The first time I listened to this song was at Emma's house.
We're lying on a bed covered with clothers, cigarettes, socks and some unidentified entity, smoking bored, speaking of weird thoughts and paranoias.
Emma decided to watch the movie Transpotting because i had never seen it before, and I was so ill of everyone saying "that was like a transpotting scene" or "I feel like a transpotting character".
So, we decided to watch the popular movie.

The movie changed the boring afternoon by another focused on mental concentration and reflection.
Mixed with black humor and irony (details that did increase the quality of the movie).

The story featured a multitude of complex characters involved in a web of drugs and search of identity. But above all, search of individual happiness.

The song of Underworld appeared in the last minutes of the story, with the long monologue of the principal character.
A monologue that is the key to understand that the film has a cyclical external structure equal.
But at this time, the character has been changing in this society that appears to be the same.

The individual change in a society that will not change her course ever.
The importance of individual happiness on a cruel society that will not realise their mistakes although you do numerous "hunger vagues"...

Go countercurrent doesn't change society.
Go countercurrent makes no happier.

YOUR-SAY(3): "I'm a Ken doll in a plastic world"

The GOAL OF PLASTIC SURGERY: I'm a Ken doll in a plastic world



Justin Jedlica is a clear example of how superficiality is essential in a society full of prejudice and falsehood.
With more than ninety operations throughout his body, this boy doesn't want to stop to making tweaks because he wants to be the alive and real image of the doll called Ken (friend of the famous Barbie doll).

Sometime I think deeply to understand what have in their minds people like him.

It's sad to see how the people care about what the others think, and what the society in general think (when I talk about society, I talk about the fashion industries, the malefic television, and the cruel and shredders magazines...)

It's sad to see a Holocaust of beautiful and innocent girls who would give her life for being one more piece of meat to sold in magazines.

It's sad to see intelligent women who dedicate their efforts and their intelligence to think how to slim "X" pounds every day without regaining it after a month.

But the most sad think is the hipocrite people that say "Oh, what a society" when they saw videos like this and then they are the people who criticize and torture the others.
An "others" that will be converted all of them in an obsessed by their physical.

YOUR-SAY(2): Enjoy a silence

Enjoy a silence:

My mother always tells me that I have to enjoy more of silences when rarely appear...
Strangely, I hate the silences.
I've always hated them since I use the reason.
For this reason, I always slept with the television, or study with music.

The silence breaks my ears (impressive paradox).
When there is silence I am alone with myself and with my mind, and I'm beginning to think too of the account.

When there was silence, I am raising questions that cannot be resolved and which cannot be explained with words to other people. So I feel powerless.

I remember that when I was little and I was trying to sleep at night, I used to count the pieces of light
that came out of my roller shutter's blind holes.
From there, I started to think overnight about life and the world.

But next to the questions appeared more questions, and I wanted to resolve them. And I remember that I cried because I wanted to sleep but I could not stop thinking.

It caused me many problems in my childhood.
But suddenly I realized that the only time that I was not thinking about this questions and about bad things was when I was next to nature.

It seems silly but, there, the silence is different from the others.
It's a calming silence. As if I were in the correct habitat.


And I learned to enjoy the correct silences.


And it's for this reason that, when I saw this video for the first time, I felt comforted.

YOUR-SAY(1): Strange girl... or unhappy people?

Strange girl... or unhappy people?



One day, I was watching videos on youtube, looking old songs of 80's (which I personally adore) and, searching, I found this video.
The title impress me a lot: A girl dancing alone.

Normally people dance alone or in group but always in an atmosphere which is "appropiate" or "socially accepted" (like a pub, disco, or even in the friends' houses, parties,...).

I started watching the video: And I saw a woman dancing alone on a street in Las Vegas.
Some of the people of her around looked at her with a bad face, others laughted at her thinking: "one more mad person doing mad things".

I smiled.
Because from that moment I admired that woman.
I felt an strangly happy and carefree aura wrapping her.
And I felt envy.

Because after all, we come to the world to be live our lifes and to be happy.
Not an absolute and permanent happiness as some say ( happiness like a goal). Because for me, happiness are in some moments. Usually, few moments only.... but moments.
And we must appreciate and make the most of these moments.

And this woman did it.
She was like: "Oh, this one of the songs that I like. Well, so let's dance it".

And this is gesture, as a metaphor, we would have to do.


"We would dance a little more"