Ziggy stardust and the spiders from mars...

Nothing is happening during this summer, humid, sticky and lazy. I am wasting my life, spending my time lying in bed, reading, listening to music and looking at the whole world collapsing while I rest my arse on the mattress... what else can I do? what else can you do?...

John asked me the other day...-hey mate so.... what is your master plan?...-, so I hesitated for a split second, ponder for a little while -I was trying to impress him- and replied, -well my master plan...errr...my master plan is to go back to the drawing board and design a plan!...- he laughed and I felt quite uneasy, as though I had not blood but hot sand running into my veins...-ok John I have to go, take good care of yourself...- -Okay Volan -he said- so you going to the drawing board?....-

I launched a scornful gaze at his green eyes like olives and answered: -I'm going to a bar-

I am walking down the street, it is 1:30am, a black young girl stops me on the street...

hey fella... what are you up to? - she asks-
going back home... why? -I replied-
may be we can have some fun together -she said-
sorry dear, I am not interested. - I said, thinking over my "master plan"...

I like Ziggy Stardust.... Stardust... I should put his music in the blog.

Here we go people, this week the music is by Ziggy Stardust and the spiders from mars, the Delgados, Chuck Berry and more... hope you enjoy it while the whole world collapes while resting our arse on the matress. A bunch of thanks.

Volan

Comments

Limón said…

Hola, felicitaciones a mi porfe de ingles porque entendi
XD

jaja

hacer nada es el mejor plan algunas veces, como dice el comercial "has todo, has nada"

besos

2:20 AM

Volan's last will.

This is a picture of the envelope I received. On September the 29th I received a letter sent from London Metropolitan Police’s forensic department. The envelope contains Volan’s death report. I am still recovering from such a terrible moment. As Volan’s closest (and perhaps sole) friend I am in the obligation of publishing these lines on his own blog, as it was his last will. In strange circumstances my dearest friend Volan passed away in the dawn of the 23rd of September in Homerton Hospital in London. His body was carted off from the churchyard of Saint Paul’s Cathedral after a mad night out with Siobhan (Sweeny), -an Irish-Scottish blues singer whose Volan had just met few hours before in the surrounding areas of Anexo Bar, close to Farringdon Station. At the moment that the ambulance arrived at the place Volan showed a critical state and almost without vital signals dying a while after indoors, in the above mentioned hospital. The death certificated shows a very cryptic language ...

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Siete cosas que nadie sabe de mi... (conque puedo mentir)

Aceptando la tarea que gloqui me dejo en la cajita de mensajes me dispongo a enumerar siete secretos que nadie sabe sobre mi (de saberlo no serian secretos). Para empezar, estuve dandole una mirada a los siete secretos de otros blogeros y la verdad la mayoria terminan siendo un listado de "siete cosas" que me gustan o no, o "siete caracteristicas de mi personalidad". Asi que para dejarnos de bobadas voy a revelar "siete cosas que mucha gente no sabe de mi" (teniendo en cuenta que el 99.9999% de los blogeros no me conocen en persona pues tampoco me afecta demasiado el resultado de estas terribles revelaciones -menos interesantes que las de la Virgen de Fatima pero mas trascendentales en mi vida cotidiana. Here I go.... 1. Soy dislexico desde chiquito. 2. Las mujeres con la que he estado alguna vez en mi vida ya estan felizmente casadas y tiene hijos y hogares estables. 3. Estuve preso por 48 horas. La razon no es importante, sin embargo no me arrepiento....

Nevermind the bollocks!

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