In Madrid for a Complutense professor position

Tomorrow at 11.00, I will be confronting another candidate for a position of professor in the "Facultad de Informática" at Universidad Complutense of Madrid. I don't have any opportunity since the other candidate appointed 2 out 5 jury members, but I gonna fight for it; as I fought all my life long... alone! One must be too crazy or desperate to go through this situation, but I feel that I can't do otherwise. I only think in the "combat" with concern, I'm conscious of the risk , but I want to fight for the new life that I'd earn if I won, I gonna fight to honor my principles and manhood and also for whom is not more with me. I think her in this lonely and bitter instant, in which I'm watching over my arms for the combat of tomorrow.

My heart is venezuelan

I can't explain this, but it's true: I found this out recently. I can't have Spanish breakfasts anymore; yesterday, I was preparing tortillas and put in small slices of 'lechosa' and cheese. I can't stand the strong coffee anymore, I only drink natural toasted coffee from there! ... and I feel a deep emotion when I hear "Alma llanera". The other day, I was looking for small black beans in the supermarket to prepare the "Pabellon".

I want, I need, to get there a.s.a.p. I'm dying for seeing Choroní again and fishing, and sailing in this blue turquoise sea. I can't live with the sadness of not seeing Venezuela again!

I want to remain in Venezuela forever. I love the land and people. I love José Antonio Abreu and I laugh with the jokes about "gallegos". Moreover, I feel sympathetic to Gustavo Dudamel, which means to be in a very bad mental condition! So --I reckon-- I'm getting fucking crazy out here: I'm getting sick of nostalgia of a country which is not the mine.

I can't believe what is happening to me... I'm on the verge of tears when I listen to venezuelan music and I like to talk with latinamerican master students, because their accent reminds me the way the people talk over there!

No more Christmas trees...

No more Christmas trees for me


Christmas time is approaching to us, but I can’t set up a new tree, though the one you set up on here last year has grown near 10 cm. I wish you could decorate it this year as well as you did the last one. I can see the scene if I close my eyes, with your skilled and delicate fingers, you were putting golden ribbons and small balls one afternoon long, and making a golden star of bright paper for the top … No, I can’t have another Christmas tree ever, never again!, there are beautiful memories of the past that can’t be treasoned with expensive, emotionless, trees.