What Is a Man?

What Is a Man?

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How to train your dragon

This is a great film. I simply enjoyed it. It reminded me of Pete the Dragon, but only because of the friendship between the boy and the 'beast'; both films are quite different. How to train your dragon is so far away from the stupid cliches of movies aimed more for the parents than for the kids, that it becomes quite interesting for adults. The beginning invites you to a new world, a world you instantly believe that exists out there. Here the trailer, just in case you haven't seen it. I just hope that the producers don't transform this beautiful piece into a multimillion franchise without a soul.

It's so easy to become a monologue.

Wrote this it today, it was part of one of the writing workshops I'm undertaking. We had to practice poetry for children.

My mom it at work
It's late and I'm alone
I'm eight and I'm bored

My sister is studying
She's looked in my room
I can't get my toys
I'm eight and I'm bored

My dad promised we'd play
But he won't say a word
He's just lying in bed
I'm eight and I'm bored

And my birthday is here
And I'm all alone
I'm nine and I'm bored

She hides next to my bed almost every night. I don't know what she wants or why she is here. She's been death for ages, almost ten years. I don't remember her voice, 'cause she lost it when I was only 12 years-old; and I don't remember her smile, 'cause she spent the last years of her life trying to talk to mirrors, mouth crooked, shouting, pulling her hair of. I don't remember her, but she's hunting me. In the nights she laughs at me, her spirit comes down and tries to choke me. I even feel her bony fingers trying to pull me feet and drag me into a place I don't want to go. And she is not a ghost, she is my death grandmother who is visiting me everynight, and I don't recognize her, but then I never really knew her.

THE BUNYIP

No more wheel of fortune

Once I read that you become a true citizen of the city you live in when something that you really love about it changes. One of my very first memories of Sydney is Darling Harbour and its wheel of fortune. Every night I could see its reflection from M's place, and when I moved to my own place it was part of the scenery that used to accompany me every time I crossed to the other side of the City. Yesterday night, as I was walking to my place, I saw a huge truck next to the wheel, its carts where already down and half of it had no light. It's gone, and I miss it.

Fancy a cup of tea?

Soy un poco despistada y de pronto olvido o dejo las cosas en los lugares menos esperados. He dejado el cepillo en el refri, las llaves dentro del coche, los libros en la alacena y los platos en el clóset, pasa. Es algo con lo que he aprendido a vivir, es una característica muy mía que me ha acompañado toda la vida. La gente que me conoce bien sabe que pierdo las cosas todo el tiempo (tal vez me acompaña un fantasma cachetón que se divierte escondiéndime las cosas). Mi papá siempre me decía que era porque los genios pensábamos en cosas más importantes. Me encantaba su comparación, pero sé que sólo lo decía para hacerme sentir bien y suavizar el regaño de mi madre, pobre, ella era quien pasaba horas tratando de encontrar mis objetos 'perdidos'. La cosa ha mejorado, ya no pierdo toooodo, sólo algunas cosas. Pero hace un mes sucedió algo inesperado. Compré un set de cuatro tazas para el té-café y perdí una. Primero culpé a C, pues él es peor que yo: siempre rompé algo, pero fue tal su carita de sorpresa que le creí. Sé que él no rompió la taza. Ya busqué en el horno, en el clóset, en el baño y en cada uno de los rincones de casita y nada... Ahora creo que el fantasma cachetón se la llevó, me preguntó si sólo querrá una tazita de té.