Yesterday, I did not post anything... No, I did not forget about it... No, I was not sick... No, nothing evil tortured me... And if I say that Internet connection failed again, I would be lying... .
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Sometimes, I sneak a peak furtively to facebook, at late hours well into the night. No big interest, no particular interest, though.
Last Saturday, for some reason -well, I know the reason-, I could not sleep. And thus I roamed around facebook, almost prowling, and ended up looking at some of the profiles of people from the old times, I mean, real old times. For example, friends of my parents from the time that I was born and both couples used to live in a small village 2-km away from Portugal boundary, in the Spanish Extremadura region. Oh, boy, time has gone by! And it came to me that, in the same way I said a couple of days ago that Internet can be regarded as a time vehicle to travel into the past, I now say that facebook may operate just the opposite. Here, all of a sudden, you see some people you lost contact with a thousand years ago, showing up in facebook. The old friendship sometimes remains, deeply-entrenched; yep, certain friendships get trapped in the realm of time, and never move back nor forward. So one day you see them in facebook and it's like a dizzy jump over the precipice of history; to me, a wholly shivering experience, a flooding tenderness unabridged.
Sometimes, you don't know how little you know people until, at those late hours of the night, playing over and over the same song, you see pictures, photographs, comments... Memories spur... On a different thing, you also wonder why are these and these people not in facebook?... In which way are they different?... The foremost of all my re-births out of pain and dejection is the acknowledge of the difference.
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I can tell more. I will post here -in the hope you forgive me for not showing up last night... No, it was not laziness, either-, I will post here, I say, two comments: one is about soccer -oh, my God!; another is about the important decision of Zapatero not going into re-election.
FIRST: It might sound preposterous that I recall here the comment of Steve Archibald in The Evening Standard in order to critize it. The guy has been living in Spain for the last 27 years and is a commentator for the FC Barcelona Television. But, judge by yourself: precisely the day after Real Madrid lost the game at home against Sporting (0-1) and practically said goodbye to this year's league, Archibald writes the following headline: "It's a real miracle what Jose [Mourinho] has done at Madrid". And sub-head it: "Mourinho radically transformed the club and created a team of fighters who may not play beautiful football but, like their manager, just don't know when to give up". Well, this is tacky, or naff -you say so, don't you? and fully stupid.
First, probably that virtue was in the Real Madrid before Mourinho; he might push it a little, I guess, if you say so, I'll take that, but it is just such a wide-spread virtue. Normally a winner team is like that, but what kind of miracle has Mourinho done when he got Madrid worst beaten in history this year against Barcelona (5-0)? I think it is just in fashion in Barcelona to say that Madrid never gives up... Well, Madrid gives up and do not play beautifully. Sorry, Mourinho... Now, what is Archibald really meaning or why is he saying this?... Everytime Britain and Portugal got together, Spain lost something.
SECOND: Zapatero's decision is not, from my point of view, out of good, but only a truly strategic movement of the Socialist party. Zapatero have nothing decided last week, much less half a year ago, as some people say. If any politician say so, well, he is just lying. They do it frequently, and with no regret. The gruesome and criminal findings last week about the secret and illegal arrangements between PSOE and ETA has sped out the whole thing, I believe.
Now, there is something crystal clear to me: PSOE will win again next year the General Elections. Zapatero's utterance of not stepping up for PM again is not as good as it looks like. Socialism will remain in power, ruining the country and betraying the nation. It is a bad piece of news for the ones who think that half the Socialist Government should be in jail and the other half in the High School. Zapatero will be benefited, I am sure. He has been toiling with serious familiar problems; he will get better -I hope so- and will be well-paid for his services to the party from now till the end of his days. He just paid the last one: comply with the strategy of leaving.
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No, you are such a nuisance tonight... No, I am not getting tired of writing every day this. No, I won't tell you why I did not show up last night... But I will pray today, though, for all following the slippery slope. Yes, I shall have a glass of wine now and have a toast -yes, yes, no problem, with myself- a toast on behave of those in the slippery slope -or directly in the filty gutters of their soul's foldings- as to they be given one chance, at least one chance, to heal and recover, to live and meet braveness of heart! Salud!
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