In the name of time

The stage of public life co-stars a large number of figures behind the main names. In the same way the flashing lights in electrical placards show off, these second-line figures come and go, shine and vanish, hit the news one day and are mainly forgotten the next one. Nevertheless, the real action twinkles within them and thanks to them, like the nervous pulses travel jumping from one nerve cell onto another, like the metal sphere in pin-ball machine.

I am coming to think now how wonderful it would be to remember every single name one hears or reads about now and for ever, and his whole story attached to it. Can you imagine? I mean, Would it be possible? The news you get in the paper seems to be a compendium of detail information about a single chronicle, an appealing story or an outrageous tragedy; the news is a collection of lively portraits of someone's tales, which will be entirely forgotten as soon as the clock ticks on to the next day. It would be so cool to lock every detail alive in your brains and kept it latent for ages... .

Laura Waddell, 26, British actress who lives in LA, is a role in the romcom about William & Kate to be released on DVD on April, 25 _She is hot; Other mature hotties: Sian Williams and Susanna Reid, for the BBC Breakfast show; Silkie Carlo, Charlie Veitch's girlfriend, seen in a reality TV, Shipwrecked, in 2009, in Channel 4, and last Saturday inside the vandalized Fortnum & Mason, along with Charlie, the founder of The Love Police Academy. Silkie is 18, Charlie is 30, lived in Cambridge, both are privately educated people and blinded with rotten money. Charlie likes doing damages on a regular basis, but never takes care of doing so to any of the oil companies his father happens to work with.

Speaking about oil, how nice, the Southeastern part of Libya released from Gaddafi's grip, is now entrusted by the Libyan opposition (sic) to Qatar... Remarkably, Qatar joined the coalition against Gaddafi and collaborates with 4 airplanes... .

The name of Simon Jenkins is worthwhile to remember. I disgusted so much his article in page 14 of tonight's edition of The Evening Standard: "London's broken windows -a price worth paying". Oh, yes, would you be willing to pay "that price" if the windows were yours? If I were 10 years younger I would have spent the whole evening writing a reply, being his nonsense so prejudicial, typical and juicy.

The beautiful Asma al-Assad, the first lady of Syria is married since 2000 to the anti-democratic, I heard, president of that country, 10 years her senior. Asma is only 35, looks gorgeous, and uses -in the picture I have in front of me now- the same color for her nails as my supervisor does for hers. She was born in London, Acton, in the West End, and met the man in here. There is an interview in Vogue in February, if you want to take a look. It's crap. If I could read the smoke of reality and truth, would look very dark to me.

                                                         Asma al-Assad, first lady of Syria.

This is funny: Italo Giovanni, the Panama Consul in the Canary Islands, is on the brim of resignation because of a photograph of himself dressed like a woman during the past Carnival. To the deadly hammer of Twiter, you must add the open windows of Facebook, as terminators of the public foolish.

All these names, having a terrible memory, will be out of my vault in the span of a wink, although they've occupied my time and thoughts today and made my connection to the so-called actual world. I guess this is the meaning of time: a cloudy path fading out quiet and swiftly, like the wake of a jet in the high sky.

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