Semper fidelis

It must be a Yankee Army custom to have a gala ball before marching off to war. I remembered it from the time at Fort Apache. It was done, he supposed, so that receiving the news of marching would have sufficient solemnity or, also, so that some officer could look circumstance worthy when pronouncing that …

The collapse we will be 

A collapse is not an accident. It is a process with a bad end. A process that ends badly even though everyone knows along the way that it is going to end badly. In many ways, a collapse is the result of not wanting to understand the symptoms correctly. The electoral ones, the economic ones, …

Thirds, fourths, fifths, sixths…

And where do you live: in reality or in fiction? Wherever you are, similar things happen: an almost permanent manipulation of the discourse so that the universal condition of spectator that is to be a citizen can feel calm and surprised. Even surprised at their own tranquility.

6 | Neither virtual nor of the others

Neither virtual nor of the others -Facebook, what is it?-A website for gossipers.-And why don’t you ask the mayor?-Because he will answer the same as you. But you’re the one in charge of culture, you should know.-Of course I know. We’re working on it. This week is going to be a spectacular Facebook.-Better than Rajoy’s?-You …

Herd immunity

There are many days when we are a candor tied to a relic of progress. And we do not distinguish whether the rope we wear around our necks is condemnation or liberation. When young we listened to the promises of three-room apartments, but instead of receiving the keys in hand we were given a spatula …

“Theater is life concentrated”

Peter Brook (1925-2022) visited Santiago de Compostela in 1998 how main character of the first edition of the Festival Millenium. Two his works formed part of the programming, Je suis a phénomène and Oh les beaux jours. Brook It explained one and another time what considered theater and the festival carried to the viewers it one closed cinema Capitol that stop the director seemed to have the advantage to be very next of the ruin. The past week (2 of July of 2022) died Brook and from 1998 went back an interview, two critiques and a conclusion. The interview and the critiques of the his two shows in Santiago follow here. The conclusion is that it weigh to the prestige, the recognition, the intelligence and even the success of Brook, the theater no did him case.

Early morning arrived

He put up a fight all night and did not give it up. Since he had come in, finding himself so unpleasant. Pacing up and down the field despite playing away from home. He walked past the groups looking for faces, trying to find a look that would return some kindness. It was a delicate, …

Game of pastiches

I didn’t waste too much time reading George R.R. Martin even to check the idea that pastiche is the genre par excellence of contemporaneity. Of this particular contemporaneity.

Unsolved labour tension

All the labour tension that so clearly perceives in the photography does not proceed of a historical conflict with the patronal, of the of the rule of labour risks or that this telephone, son of a decade of fixed elements, sound uninterruptedly like a hammer that strikes from the past. The labour tension that stops …

Stories of a man who told stories

Xabier P. Docampo disappeared last week. Memory brings back to us his attitude as a storyteller of all stories and of that humor he practiced to bring down the saints and bring up the people. (Four years ago of the text and a few more of the stories, but continue, they remain the same).

Gray matter

The box was made of cardboard and, when opened, the flaps made a movement to make way for a ceramic container of a very, very soft gray. Almost white. On the card were printed all the symbols of recycling, eco-sustainability, the second life of things. For those who could remember, the box had some kinship …

Unnormalized nerves

The text is dated January 20, 2009. Now it is archaeology, but this past week there was some talk about this without going to the heart of the matter. The pyramids are best explained from the outside.

On the walls

You know how it goes. Summer in Ourense. The only wave that survives is the heat wave. You have the timetables of a lifetime. Those of a civil servant city where you are not a civil servant. You have the schedules of a world that doesn’t get hot at noon. You have to go to …

In the middle of the middle

What is transgressive for a theatergoer is not watching the stage. Nor is it to watch the reaction of the rest of the audience. What is revolutionary is to look at the space between the stage and the seats. A no man’s land where all things happen.

Difficult love triangle

That line over there is a horizon. Anyone thinks of horizons as a decisive line, but like all human invention it is irregular and eaten by doubts. But it is a horizon and there is room for things we want and things we don’t want. For some, this horizon is a source of pride because …

May de force forsake us

When the Constitution arrived, Star Wars was already here. The galactic western with confusing paternities arrived in Spain before the great text. When Luke still did not know who his father was, I was leaning out of the henhouse of the Xesteira cinema in Ourense. It was 1977 and now it is frowned upon to …

Bouquet

It had fallen right there. Burst. As if lightning had struck and split it. But without breaking it. It had fallen vertically, without drama, without signs, without slow motion. She died more instantly than a decaf envelope. He was beside her and it took him four or five seconds to recognize the seriousness of the …

Yellow aristocracy

Sport is moving from spectacle to storytelling. Sport has that low-key epic that is dramatic without any drama and warlike without any war. You can do with it whatever you want except maybe ignore it because it’s almost impossible to live and not have sport looming everywhere. Television, moreover, is going from being the preferred …

5 | The anonymous are unknown

He was picked up next to the pharmacy. He entered through the back door of an Audi. In front was the mayor, driving, and the commander of the Civil Guard post the mayor, driving, and the commander of the Guardia Civil post. The mayor looked at him in the rearview mirror.-Don’t look at me like …

The curved beam

One of the great armament advantages of the Ming emperor over the earthlings of Flash Gordon’s time was the curved beam. In spite of being a conventional weapon, it had the property of firing on enemies protected in the corners. There was no point in hiding because the beam came out of the weapon, advanced in an irregular line until it reached a point and turned and located whoever unwary relied on conventional physics. The sentry boxes had ceased to be a shelter. It cannot be said that the USA, Russia, Israel or the British Prime Minister is not testing weapons like the curved beam. But it exists.

Schrödinger’s raincoat

It could be the time when Inspector Gadget ruled the cartoons with that stupidity saved by a smart niece. Or the time when trucks didn’t have electric brakes or passed the MOT very badly because there were none. The photo is as real as a photo can be. Neither CIA montages of Castro nor Stalin’s …

May 13, 2022. Naked

I feel naked. Distrustful. But not both for the same reasons. I feel naked because I am no longer president of Galicia, Galicia, Galicia. And I know I have to be, but it is not that I enjoy it either. I have been president, president, president for so many years that now it is like …

Pop does not say goodbye

For Siniestro Total those words that wanted to mark the end of The Beatles are not valid. “And in the end, the love you received is equal to the love you gave”. The chords didn’t go that way, but in a more literal translation* it would have served for that version of the Liverpool band …

The midday sun rises early

You get up early and the sun is already at noon. The most direct environment of the hotel is almost European: watered lawn, terrace, parasol, flowers. It is not a luxury either, but here the perspective plays, and the circumstance is always a bitch. There is a wall, of course. There is always a wall …

Ourense has more terraces than Liverpool

In Ourense many lines are crossed. In a morning that anticipates the summer can cross the Galician anthem by the speakers of the working class and the vermouth terraces with many big heads and no giant. The bouquets of maternal flowers cross with the crosses of the maios and their copla soniquete. The Beatles also cross. Not The Beatles. The memory without almost soundtrack of the most important musical group in history.

April 29, 2022. Farewell

GaliciaJacobean YearManuel: I remember many things at this time. Of when I met you at JMRB’s house, of when you proposed me to come, of the tensions of the intrigues and the transfers. One day they passed by asking who to notify in case of termination and the real possibility of it happening left us …

The chronicle of the critique

Halftime makes me melancholic. Unlike the rest of the Galicians, so determined to blame everything on the humidity. The undefined weather makes me melancholic as a spectator and instead of being objective, as everyone asks with their immediate interests, it only gives me the head to be coherent. It was at the end of one …

April 20, 2022. Impossible

It is not that everybody does not understand, it is that it is not convenient for them to understand so they give explanations of convenience. I have to explain it among the immediate and some fewer close ones because they play the fool as if it were an emotional matter, but in spite of the …

Who cares about that?

Everyone has an opinion about the theater even if only a tenth of those who have an opinion go to see them. It is easier to give an opinion than to go to the theater and that is why there are more people giving their opinions on Twitter than going to the theaters. The two activities are not incompatible, but the eyes suffer infinitely less when they go to the theater.

April 15, 2022. Diary. Serious, serious, serious

Well, it’s already solved. I’m going to explain it because it’s funny so much business with succession, so much breaking and putting the pieces back together again. But it’s not. There was only one way for this to work and it was clear from the beginning. Another thing is that everybody has to assert themselves …

April, 12, 2022. Diary. Madrí, Madrí, Madrí

In Madrí everything is bigger. It is not a sensation. Everything is bigger. People are also taller. I don’t know if I will have to put heights on my shoes because after meeting Felipe VI and Pedro Sánchez I look short and this needs to be studied. But you have to measure because someone chose …

Buttface

Between subliminal images, half-truths and their corresponding half-lies, political correctness, education, between what can be said and what should not be uttered, overwhelming sincerity and diplomacy, between hyperbole and metaphors it is becoming more difficult every day to be frank. It was not necessary the appearance of Twitter to know that there are double standards …

Mistaking curves for joys

It may be the caprice of property or the weakness of the state vis-à-vis the individual. It may be the winding character that comes to the map from the collective identity. There is something twisted in the immediacy of the horizon in which the Academy can find a reaffirmation of nineteenth-century loveliness. A victory of …

April, 1, 2022. Diary

The time has come. It had to come and it came. Now I have to change my mind and start thinking differently. Because things are not working well. Now that they think that the rush is over is when I am in the rush. I don’t show my authority. Problem A) I prioritize the confrontation …

Noise and nuts

There will be a butterfly effect between the appearance of Motomami and the moment Will Smith turns into the character he plays in The Suicide Squad, even less violent. It may be a primal relationship, but it sure won’t be simple. We all want to believe it is, but the world doesn’t change: as soon as we …

4 | If the phone rings at midnight

Go home. Turn on the TV. They abuse the Lakers mercilessly. As he misses Trecet, he goes over his to-do list. He has to make the holiday plan. Doing a party show is like being a coach: everyone knows how to do it, everyone has something to say, everyone finds the flaws. Look at the …

What the world says, what the rumormongers say

I don’t know what sense it makes that show business awards galas are not considered a show. As a fact, I mean. I don’t know how much sense it makes that they work differently from all the other job that same industry produces. Maybe it’s an act of rebellion, an emotional act. A not wanting to do everything that is done during the rest of the year.

March, 18, 2022. Diary

I think I went a little overboard. I came off a little over the top. EGP is right. Even if I don’t say so. I’m not used to the rally. I’ve been doing this my whole life but raising my voice doesn’t make me any more authoritative. IDA, despite the faces he makes, handles the …

Shock doctrine

What everyone calls a gun could be called marginalization, unemployment, eviction, power cuts, hunger. It could be called layoffs, wage cuts, impossible rents, unpayable mortgages, censorship. It could be called insult, contempt, ignorance. It could be called misery or barbarism or the sum of all the above in a single word that never loses its …

Telegrams from the front

In the Peter Lindbergh exhibition in A Coruña there is a photo that summarizes Europe’s position in front of the war. It can also be the summary of Europe’s position on peace. Peace is a photo. Peace is an aesthetic matter, a claim during an unstable appearance, between the symbols of making love and not …

March, 2, 2022. Diary

Here’s how it goes. I know emotion is weakness, but I can’t help but get emotional in public and I should have trained this much better so that it is understood that stability is the main value of my character. Serenity, tranquility, stability. A little moisture does not tarnish so much and maybe it will …

Back in the USSR

The Union of Soviet Socialist Republics does not exist. It does not exist even though we owed it a large part of our extra pay and that we were somewhat disloyal when it disappeared. Even ungrateful. The USSR does not exist and the reality is very forceful with this no matter how much some little heads see previous shadows and some media confuse being very far from reality with equidistance.

Slightly tousle

And suddenly, in a context that is invented as perfect, someone alters the narrative and the image is decomposed enough to attract attention. The diversion of attention is the science of magicians and of some politicians with stage and communication skills. But, as Manuel Luis Acuña used to say, there are cracks and almost everything …

Of votes

Whoever watches not very recent cinema will identify a gesture very similar to the one in the photo at the end of the first part of The Godfather. When Michael achieves absolute power after eliminating, one by one, the enemies of his family. On his right hand the younger Corleone would have worn a watch …

Madrid 2022

Almost never passed through Lavapiés. He followed the sunlight down the street and was surprised by the huge letters shouting “Drama!” on the façade of the Valle-Inclán theater. It was not the size of the word that caught his attention, but its context as a reader. Whatever the word had meant to say was already …

Red Square 1993

Moths are born from forgetfulness. They are born and grow by eating the felt of hats, the cloth of flags. They take history books for lunch, leaving in the pages small volcanic eruptions, like empty lakes for the time to be. Right now they must be at a banquet of words like revolution, proletariat, comrade, …

Suspending the profession

And even without going to see how Gio, Cristiano Ronaldo’s wife, lives, you turn on the TV or any other screen and they start to show you things to brag about. Matters that seem like rich people’s things and that even if they have no apparent connection make you see that there is an impossible …

Jack and Jackie, Miles and Frances, dad and mom

The car is chauffeured. Jackie can’t imagine riding in a car any other way. He likes Cadillacs, but he has no problem riding in an open-top Lincoln, no matter how black it is. He can’t conceive of driving through a city. Too many things to pay attention to. John rides next to him. He’s tall, …

Sex, truths and videotapes

Melancholy invades everything, like Russia’s vocation to proprietarize Ukraine. The same as Germany buying Poland or Spain sending judges to Catalonia. It is not the melancholy of those who lack everything, but the feeling of loss of those who already have a lot but notice that something is missing, like when we run out of …

English previsior

He thought about the future and began to arrange his familiarly classified objects; he covered the shelves of memory facing the arduous selective task of planning a time yet to be lived. He did not want to leave anything out of hand, foreseeing each of the details that could have decided life. He faced himself …

Two colonizations

Niger is, in many ways, in the heart of Africa. Of the Africa that, for some reason, we call black. The one who suffered two colonizations very distant in time and did not manage to overcome any of them. The first of Niger’s colonizations was Muslim. Economically adaptable to the occupied territories, it altered the …

Arriving at night

Arriving at night to any unknown place is disorienting. Getting into a car to travel a few miles of relatively well-lit wide avenues only adds to the traveler’s anxiety to get situated. There are long straightaways and traffic circles, as if on a string of lines. The light is ghostly and the distance is intermittent. …

3 | Pies and fish

When he arrived at the meeting venue, his veteran plumbing skills made him wary. He put down the chairs as he greeted the people who were already waiting. The public address system guy had not arrived and he had the impulse to make a phone call. But since the cell phone was his own he …

23 million hens / 783 titles

Numbers don’t make society. They only represent it. Literature is rebellious in the fight with statistics and yet there are times when it becomes inevitable: Galicia happened to be the country of a million cows. But more than that it is the country of 23 million hens. That was in 2017. The same year in which this same country published 783 titles between books and brochures. It is clear that chickens do not read.

What do you want, you bastard

The fact that the sun had been presiding over the morning horizon for two hours was not because of his joy. He jumped out of bed, put on his shorts and ran into the kitchen. Mom, I’ll get the bread. He looked at the clock and quickened his pace. Entered the bakery and looked for …

I had a farm in San Amaro

Melancholy can kill. In fact, it kills. The facts are not known because no one thinks it is relevant or worthy of change. Melancholy kills like sillines kills or ignorance kills. Or poorly attended healthcare. It kills like miscalculated accounts kill. Let’s not get dramatic either… It kills as life kills, but in this case, we don’t give it the importance it has. We are at war against melancholy, but we don’t know it because we are losing.

But laugh

For a man to speak for women as if he knows what to say means he is either foolish or presumptuous. Maybe both things come together. That’s why I’m only going to talk about the picture. The photo of women protected by the metallic covering of Caixa Ourense circulated on the digital world without the …

Towards Oira

It would be much easier towards Oira. To walk along the river bank, among the ghosts of old abandoned buildings and the civilized steps of almost furtive fishermen. It would be lighter to walk looking at the backwaters like the calm that comes after a decision already made. No matter how much river is left, …

Reconstruction of Fantasy

The story changed, and he asked Thumbelina to climb in. Climb up here. He took her for a trip in the forest in which all the fauns weaved a sound of glory with their wind instruments. Climb up here and hold tight, he told her, as the way is quite bumpy. He took her through …

Political readings of parody and capital

How confined is a spectator to his or her own prejudices, or to those of others? Why do we accept in some works what we reject in others, and why does liking an artist end up being so much like being a fan of a football team? Let’s consider, hypothetically, that Paolo Sorrentino is much …

Dismantling themselves

One day, the flowers, the costumes, the pageboy hair, the meditation and the dust of the fans came to an end. The fantasy of travelling and the world in technicolour came to an end. One day someone realized that besides love, many other things were needed. That day The Beatles came down from the terrace …

Chords and discords

Someone said that in popular music there are two categories: The Beatles and the rest. Fifty-two years after their dissolution, there were few new things left to see about the most influential band of all time, but Get Back was one of them. The docuseries that Peter Jackson put together about the limitless hours of recording of what was called Let it Be proves, once again, that there is always a difference between the group and the rest. Even at the end. Get Back might have been an ending, but it wasn’t the decline.

2 | With arms folded

Passing the broom in front of someone’s face is not very delicate. But it’s the day and the pilgrimage. You dip the broom in the powdered water, place the poster on the plywood that still has the remains of the posters from previous elections, put the broom in the middle of the poster and go …

Distribution of Power

He was walking through the corridor realizing that earth’s rotation wasn’t fast enough for him. He didn’t have enough patience to wait for the cycles that put day and night over the houses, and with a very slow desperation, he would ruminate a set of bad excuses. He was walking through the corridor with clear …

Bridal Parade

He had walked the entire supermarket searching for an offering. He had seen on television how certain Australian birds called for their partner by building a nest in which on one side of the entrance they placed fresh flowers and on the other a bunch of freshly caught beetles. He went through the shelves, checking …

Speech of the moviola

Time falls, football remains. He saw the black ball arrive and was a little frightened by the responsibility of being on the front line. Time passes, but football remains. He thought back, stopping the clock, and did not remember that he had never liked football, not even as a child. He had sometimes reflected on …

So much happiness

So much happiness illuminated the past life with the same light that illuminates the sea at sunset. There was no complaint in their silence, as they watched the receding forest from the suntrap of the house. They hardly spoke in the late afternoon hours; what was necessary had been said. In the twilight they did …

The loneliness of the murderer

He felt the repetitive ringing of the doorbell and with ill-concealed displeasure he got up and headed to the door. As he entered the narrow corridor he switched on the light and thought that, on his way back, he should raise the blinds to let in some of the afternoon sun. The doorbell rang again …

The moral rucksack

We Europeans never leave Europe. It’s intrinsic within us, as if it came on our backs, in the form of a passport, vaccinations, language breviary, protective ointments, cotton socks, mosquito repellent, embassy telephone and a moral superiority that no universal history, no matter how objective it may be, can justify. We travel with history in …

Bus Station

Getting off the plane and finding a bus station. It must be four o’clock in the morning. Everything looks like abandoned tile, scattered kiosks, short corridors with perhaps fortnightly cleaning. Maybe not. Maybe it is the dust of the desert announcing itself. Passing through customs and its lack of concern. The curiosity within the eyes …

I also read Kierkegaard

He was sleeping when the pressure on his bladder woke him. He woke up uncomfortably jolted by the need. He set the autopilot, ready to navigate the darkness of the bedroom. Sleep was still spreading waves of fog in his understanding. Outside, birds sang in the sycamores. The bladder sent a message again; two steps …

On the straight way

In summer, the city was sweating through the stones. I went into the grocer’s and Don Alfonso turned around, airing his checkered apron, to reprimand me for being late: I told you to take the straight way. Then he told me: take the bottle of Marie Brizard and take it to Don Ricardo, from the …

Dramas and anguish

Africa is one of those parts of the world that is not Europe. Africa would like to be Europe, but they don’t let them. Someone decided many years ago that Africa should be like Europe and changed the traditions, the language, spread a few streets with a certain ideal character, planted trees and dictated the …

Knowing how to swim

There was a graffiti in Ourense: The son of the fish knows how to swim. It was monarchical because it explained how the monarchy works and it was anti-monarchical because any explanation of how the monarchy works is reasonably anti-monarchical. We should not despise what the walls say or how the pictures end because in …

1 | Either you start adding or you are already subtracting

He pulled the car under the water tank in As Cancelas. He always ended up stopping there. He got out of the car, his car, and watched how Santiago descends towards the cathedral. In all the stories there are some clouds and that’s how the city was, a bit iridescent to his eyes. Due to the …

Four kilometers from home

When he answered he was four kilometers away from home. Hey, they’re saying that you’re not together anymore. He was four miles to home and carrying two backpacks to fill the fridge because there were complaints about how often he went shopping. They were full, to make up for the trip, of those documentary foods …

Hamlet Accuser

His love was sick with Parkinson’s. His heart was wounded, from atrium to ventricle, by the arrows of offensive fortune, and every time he began to declaim, a world of butterflies stirred his body and brought back the memory of a face floating among the water lilies. He climbed the boards with confidence, but as …

All that bites is fish

This man with a fishing rod and fish lived his whole life surrounded by a halo. But it was not a political sanctity halo. For some people he was Fraga Iribarne, for others he was Fraga and for many others he was Don Manuel. A sum of different uniforms that, in practice, only disguised an unusual …

Romanticism is what fucks us up

Because we’re culturetas we’ve inverted the process of understanding and we think that first comes the message and then the things. And we overthink it and let what we feel in our stomachs change the discourse until our own interests seem like collective reasons. Twitter helps a lot.   As we are culturetas it is unnecessary to quote Friedrich and, …

Do electric companies dream of synthetic sheep?

Perhaps sheep do not distinguish the quality of the shadow and go about consuming it wherever there is some, without bleating, without entering disquisitions, without stopping to think if that shadow corresponds to their social class. It was Christianity what brought sheep into the comparative imaginary of humanity. Lamb of God and all those metaphors …

Step inside

To enter the forest you have to accept three conditions. Trees are methodical, they resist standing, being unaligned, in the best sun of the day. They gently move the rumours like the corridors after a resignation. There is an unadorned bush, some signs of abandonment, a path without alternatives and an iron gate that civilizes …

What love has to do with bicycles

It is not true that the Dutch are quiet people. Maybe they are quiet until they get on a bicycle and the world changes for them. The point of view changes. They ride higher than pedestrians, higher than drivers. Much more than those who ride in the back of an official car. The Dutch are …

Letter from Theo

Dear Vincent: I hope you are well, and that Ibiza has the weather you were looking for. Amsterdam is having a quiet summer. Lots and lots of people and the same old doubts. I think you should seriously think about spending some time here. Now is the time. There are some discreet houses in Hoekenes, …

Hard Rock

Across the canal from the Hard Rock Café the ambulance parked. While someone was in a hurry, the rest were salivating at the prospect of ounces of grilled meat and photos of immortally famous and mortally purchasable musicians. Ambulances in Amsterdam are yellow (the most famous submarines in history are fictional). In front of the …

Coffee for all Humanity

The most visited place in the Rijksmjuseum is the café. It is strategically placed next to the foyer and has a hot table system: it is all busy between nine in the morning and five in the afternoon. A very high rotation system. It’s not cheap, though. On the other hand, the Van Gogh Museum’s …

System of a Down

Humanity is scary. Not because of the panic produced by nuclear weapons or by going through Anne Frank’s house in detail – a surname that is incredibly widespread around the world – to realise that her comfort as an inner refugee responded to a system of barbarism. Humanity is frightening when we realise that for …

We shall sell

When his father sold the land, he felt no pain. Perhaps relief. He was more in need of novelty than of that sure condemnation of the rural lex. He was tired of the peace without horizon, of the siesta in the summers, of the shadows of the gardens and the bugs in the orchard. He …

Sushi for two

Years ago, they had received the news of her death as when a couple ends: circumstances that change without any logic. Doors disappearing from the corridors of houses overnight. And hits against the same partition everyday. The news had been given bluntly and that hung over them for a long time. Even for no reason.  The news resisted …

Theory of the Center

The centre is one thing, and the suburbs are another. In politics as in cities. In philosophy as in the radio. We govern ourselves under the idea that what is important is always in the centre, placed there with hierarchical exactitude, with demonstrated authority, following the example of a lying urbanism because the centre of …

Bruno Ganz (The heaven over Amsterdam)

There’s a queue for the little piece of paper that says when your turn is. The modern science of signage relies more on the intuitive nature of the design than on translation. The queue is typical of touristic cities: Europeans from all walks of life, Japanese teenagers and Chinese families going everywhere as if they …

With death on the balls (Spanish culture)

There is a day in 1992 that nobody remembers anymore. It’s weird that it’s like that. That no one remembers because it has a lot to do with everything. The day existed, although we don’t know what it was. For the first three quarters of the year, whatever happened was welcomed. The daily verbena or …

Previously on Tondela

 All the faces I see refer to a previous one. I live in permanent deja vu and each face is evidence of forgetfulness or misplacement. I live in uneasy walks because every face I pass on the sidewalks, instead of shouting equality as it would be logical to do in unbalanced times, shouts: don’t you remember …

Blame it all on

Either we are old or the slogans are old. John Lennon would turn 80 years old in 2020 and Yoko Ono is in delicate health. They formed the artistic couple of the twentieth century even above the other great couple of the same century: Lennon-McCartney.    Ono is a “victim” of her biography, but one should not trust …

English Week

Lunch’s ready! Lunch’s ready! A child’s voice echoing throughout the courtyard. Lunch’s ready! Lunch’s ready!  From afar it sounded like an invitation. A Saturday morning, the voice escaping through the cement of the streets, reaching the passers-by. Saturday mornings, that concept of rest that will soon disappear. That day of shopping, of rummaging through the city… The …

Criticism was not the worst thing about Galician theatre

“Criticism is not the worst thing about Galician theatre”. The quote is from a theatre critic, pronounced towards the end of the decade of 2000 and, at the same time as having a preventive disposition, it conceals a falsehood dismissed as naive. At that time, as now, it is necessary to understand that if something …

All you need is you

At the very moment when All you need is loveended, the hangover began. It was an imperceptible but unstoppable movement. Like when the drunkenness ends. Like when Saint Paul fell off his horse and had an attack of lucidity. For 30 seconds, he was lucid and everything glowed. Then he sat up and lacking intelligence as …

We can talk

We can talk about football, about sheep, about fairs in all the meanings of the term, about the confusion of words, about the confusion of pain, about the people not being in charge, about good wheat, about bad wheat, about the bread of Cea, about the mark left by the carts on the roads, about …

Life goes on

Perhaps they hate each other. Perhaps they feel for each other what the Madrí press calls African hatreds but which, in view of the statistics of customs, are quite Galician. It may be active indifference. Or loneliness. They come across each other because one comes and the other goes. One comes from the supermarket and the other …

No homeland, no show

I’m still confused by this escapist idea that childhood is man’s homeland. As if it were a primitive saudade, unrecoverable and, therefore, unfair. As if the homeland were the past and not the will.  But when the homeland is exhibited like a movie trailer, there are going to be blows. And when blows are announced, the …