Hacer o no hacer

Dos cosas te puedes decir a ti mismo, o escuchar que te digan, o decir a los otros, que constituyen una aproximación cuasi perfecta al concepto de verdad absoluta, y contra las cuales, por tanto, no cabe más que inmediatamente bajar la cabeza y asentir —fin del asunto. La primera: Haber estudiao. La segunda, un poco menos conocida pero más potente todavía: No haber tenido hijos.


Go incognito to the house by the sea and stay there for a fortnight, no social life whatsoever. That’s a little dream of mine. Not a chance it’ll ever occur.

695 right now from 1500 +

For a song to stay in my collection (and my collection and my playlist are the same thing) it must meet the following criteria:

  • The very first chords have to arouse a minimal, almost non-existent, inner feeling of joy in myself, just because of that song.
  • It has to suit my mood, whatever my mood happens to be at that very moment.
  • Not for a second the thought I wish it’d have finished by now must present in my mind.

And no holy cows neither sentimentality crap whatsoever.



Harden up

Wind, rain, and snow, plenty of. Midway I began to fear my toes would freeze. Chainset and sprockets started to malfunction just in the middle of nowhere, with heavy snow falling on a beautiful white for once landscape. A shame all these worries didn’t let me fully enjoy the ride. Pretty decent times for all the trouble. I feel increasingly safe on the bike.