Blackbirds and sangria with melocoton

In 2012 the world will be taken over by birds. Not my idea. I opt for more positive changes. Like a world where vegan pizza is just as available as in a Salamancan Brasilian snackbar, where you can eat fruits from the sacred garden trees or at least finds trust reflected in the mirror of opposite eyes. And if we are changing things, let's then at once get rid of bureaucracy and the vicious cirkels of communicational pluralism. Diversity? Vale, but calling to hear that they will send an email that tells you you need to send an official stamped letter by post that you need a fax from them... come on, that is a bit exagerrated. Now I know what the 'paper mill'-expression means. Viva e-mail, of course. Still, you end up printing half a forest when applying for a new future. And we need to rush... only 3 years to prepare for 2012.

A hot studenthouse bed in the middle of Spain, too thirsty to allow its visitor some sleep. A girl in blueish night dress, too busy in thoughts she isn't aware. Tingling in togetherness, yet alone. She is far away... still, coming closer. And soon she'll be where she belongs. Hopefully. Home...