Back on air

So this morning got on a plane again. Pretty early, as usual, and pretty tired, as usual too, again hitting the road. I’ve found (again) an excuse good enough to spend some (more) time away from my beloved ones; this time I will spend four months at the Department of Spatial Economics of the Free University of Amsterdam (Netherlands) pushing forward my dissertation and whatever else tomorrow brings up. I’m totally braindead right now, after fliying, carrying my three bags around all day and fixing a little bit my new home, but somehow this song has got me writing…

I sort of feel like travelling again. A month ago, when I got back from India all I wanted was to find a little peace of mind and rest of planes, airports, continents, time lags and new things; just some time in an evironment I knew very well with people to whom I didn’t have to explain anything because they knew it before I’d open my mouth. That’s been pretty much my August: (almost) no planes, family, friends and my hometown. But this is a luxury I think I can’t afford right now. I feel like I have to go out there again, discover and live more because tomorrow might be too late or might just not be. So here I am, while all my friends are clebrating one of them’s birthday, I’m in front of a window where the white apple of my laptop reflects and beyond which there’s a whole great city waiting with more adventures to come. But that starts tomorrow, now I’m off, bed calls…

Tomorrow I’ll shave and then catch the plane

For whatever reason, I hadn’t open this pad in too long; it was even about to get lost in the last moving out. For any cause, I was about to buy into the idea that writing myself out was something for “whenever you have some spare time”. But I just hung my old Vans on a power wire, and I can’t think of anything more poetic other than giving “Confieso que he vivido” by P. Neruda to someone who leaves to find on the road. Tomorrow I’ll shave and then catch the plane, and I’m pretty sure, from that moment on, work and everything else waiting for me at home will weight enough so as not to keep on top these pieces of lived poetry I’m trying to put in words.

We live in such a digital world, where distances are often but anecdotes and where the possibilities of exchange are such that not giving it a try sounds like really stupid. Yet I hope means don’t keep me away from the real ends and, whatever cool Skype, SVN or the wiki’s are, I never forget it’s persons what really matter and, even more relevant, the satisfaction of an accepted paper or a new project is not a replacement for the print-leaving feeling you experience when six prople get out of their day-to-day lives for a few hours to say goodbye.

Tomorroww I’ll shave and then catch the plane. In my bag I’ll carry “Confieso que he vivido” with me; my sneakers, however do not fit in anymore but theirplace is filled with the names of all the people that, thoughout the last tenmonths, have made me feel “thank you” has way too few letters. Tomorrow I’ll shave and then catch the plane.

Manana me afeito y cojo el avion

Por la razon que sea, no habia abierto este cuaderno en demasiado tiempo; incluso estuvo a punto de perderse  en la ultima mudanza. Por algun motivo, ya casi estaba convencido que es de escribir lo que llevas dentro era algo para “cuando tienes tiempo”. Pero acabo de colgar mis viejas Vans en un cable de la luz, y lo unico mas poetico que se me ocurre ahora es regalar “Confieso que he vivido” de Neruda a alguien que parte para encontrar en el camino. Manana me afeito y despues cojo el avion, y estoy seguro de que, a partir de ese momento, el trabajo y todo lo que me espera en casa pesaran demasiado como para dejar a flote estos retazos de poesia vivida a los que intento dar palabras.

Vivimos en un mundo digital en que la distancias es muchas veces mera anecdota, en que las posibilidades de intercambio entre personas de diferentes rincones del planeta son tales que no intentarlo suena a estupidez. Aun asi, espero que los medios no me desvien nunca del fin y que, por muy fantastico que sea Skype, SVN o las wikis, no me olvide nunca que lo que de verdad cuenta son las personas y, mas importante, que la satisfaccion de un articulo aceptado o un nuevo proyecto no reemplaza la sensacion de dejar huella que sientes cuando seis personas salen de sus rutinas para decir adios.

Manana me afeito y cojo el avion. En mi bolsa de viaje llevare conmigo, orgulloso, “Confieso que he vivido”; mis zapatillas, sin embargo, ya no entran en la maleta, pero su lugar lo llenan los nombres de todas las personas que, durante estos diez meses, me han hecho sentir que “gracias” tiene demasiadas pocas letras. Manana me afeito y cojo el avion.

Junio 2009

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sLogs

After many problems, I’ve decided to set up a new site for the Sound Logs. From now on, I’ll upload them there so you can directly listen to them from the page (and subscribe to them if desired). However, I’ll keep on posting here whenever a new one is online so just by checking this blog you’ll stay tuned!!!

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Después de ciertos problemas, he decidido crear una nueva página en la que subir los Sound Logs. Así que a partir de ahora, podeis escucharme directamente desde ahí. Sin embargo, cada vez que cuelgue uno nuevo, lo anunciaré aquí, por lo que consultando este blog podreis estar siempre al loro!!!