When nature is in jail, when you must pay for seeing nature, nature is like animals in zoo. I had a dissapointment in Betws y Coed in Snowdonia (Cymru) when after walking for a long time to see what I thought a sauvage landscape, I mean, Swallow falls, I discovered that Swallow falls was in fact a circus where too many people gathered in crowd should pay one pound to see the poor sauvage animal, who slobbed in tears, the waterfall.
There is an imaginary bridge to Wales which could be hanging as the Rande at Ria de Vigo. But that's another story. At the end we got to Wales, catching a train to Llalludno Junction where we descend to the mountains of Snowdonia. These peaks are famous for its slate, as with areas such as Courel in Galiza. Anyone who travels feels enter lands Lugo or Gipuzkoa in the Basque Country, with hills filled with white dots that are called sheep, and with remnants of castles, towers probably tribute, with invisible soldiers and horses galloping before dawn, riders on the storm, one thinks. At the end of the bridge is the day to go, and one has the feeling that finally arrives in Ithaca, a place where a language as the Welsh tries to survive off the first language spoken in the world, a place where you will not find any flag UK, only red dragons. It seems that we returned home, but everyone speaks strange always with a smile on his mouth. The evil dragon seems an exaggeration here in Wales.
Why has poetry to be supported by store chains? Café Costa is not Mc Donnalds or Coke but it's nearly the same thing. I mean, café Costa is not a local coffee shop, it's one of the so many unified coffee shops like Nero or Starbucks that we used to see everywhere.This kind of globalization is not poetry, it is the contrary, it's in some way responsible of troubles caused by neoliberal system in the world. Most of poems in the world aim to denounce the lack of freedom, genocide and that “ without love, we are strangers in the paradise”... If Culture is supported by tyranny has only a name: propaganda, advertising.
It is not the first time that I've seen unfortunately that. When I usually come back at home by train on friday or saturday night I witness of Britain like Drug nation. And I don't go clubbing, I am only present at first when the party is about to start, when people go from the sourrounding places to Liverpool's pubs and vodka clubs in order to have fun. This saturday I've seen three people taking cocaine in front of me without any sense of shame. On the contrary, I was scared because they were shouting and provoking to the passengers all the time. I tried to read my book but I couldn't pay attention, I only remembered when a drunk girl tried to hit me with her heel in one pub toilet one night. Since this moment I am afraid. Although, to be honest, the episode which really broke my heart it was when I saw also in another trip by train one young drunk mother with their three little kids wandering by the carriages without control of herself. I never forgot the face of her oldest kid. Alcool is drug. I am fed up about demonise only the tabac in our society...why not the alcool as well?. Drug nation or drunk nation?
We've seen these days the superb exhibition at the World Museum about music from 50s in Liverpool. "Liverpool has been buzzing with musical talent for more than 60 years. Bursting with audio points, juke boxes and fascinating films. The Beat Goes exhibition captures these amazing years". It makes clear than The Beatles phenomena does not appear overnight. It was a surprise for us to find out one of the most beatiful songs of the eighties came from Liverpool group called Frankie goes to Hollywood.
Yet, there were many groups with fantastic sound from Liverpool and also right now. For instance: The Christians, Elvis Costello, Frank Vaughan, The Farm, The Merseys, Billy Fury, Cilla Black in the past. For the groups nowadays, we invite you to join us and discover them in a club in a live concert. We say goodbye at the moment with the next lyric:
"The Power Of Love"
I'll protect you from the hooded claw Keep the vampires from your door
Feels like fire I'm so in love with you Dreams are like angels They keep bad at bay-bad at bay Love is the light Scaring darkness away-yeah
I'm so in love with you Purge the soul Make love your goal
[1]-The power of love A force from above Cleaning my soul Flame on burn desire Love with tongues of fire Purge the soul Make love your goal
I'll protect you from the hooded claw Keep the vampires from your door When the chips are down I'll be around With my undying, death-defying Love for you
Envy will hurt itself Let yourself be beautiful Sparkling love, flowers And pearls and pretty girls Love is like an energy Rushin' rushin' inside of me
[Repeat 1]
This time we go sublime Lovers entwine-divine divine Love is danger, love is pleasure Love is pure-the only treasure
I'm so in love with you Purge the soul Make love your goal
The power of love A force from above Cleaning my soul The power of love A force from above A sky-scraping dove
Flame on burn desire Love with tongues of fire Purge the soul Make love your goal
I'll protect you from the hooded claw Keep the vampires from your door.
In Primark, Mcdo, Gap, and whatever store brand well known by practising modern slavery in the estern countries whenever in this city well known by its ancient slave trading... Unfortunately, Liverpool is just a shoppingpool with only store brands as lifebelts. In the port city, store chains will save accurately your life if you don't wanna be alone. Just take a Primark bag as a shield. I can assure that six of ten people in the street take one of those...feeling themselfs less lonely? I usually mooch around Liverpool center and I always become amazed seeing people to buy as much as it's possible all days, it doesn't matter timetables and person profile. Although it's sunday or ten o' clock in a tuesday's morning when you imagine everyone working, you will see everybody going shopping, queueing anyway in order to get some take away or any piece of trendy kitch clothes. Don't people have a rest a bit? Do these people know that Marx and Engels drew up nearly the whole communist manifesto and the condition of the working class in England at Manchester 45 miles far away? It must be the same there, though.
Up and down Liverpool is done by the people whose names are written in the left's photo. If Thomas Young attempted to decipher the hieroglyphics on the Rosetta Stone without success, on the contrary, we promise to be the "Champollion's heritiers" in determining this foreign language called english. We write our name with hieroglyphics because that is still for us english. We will try to arrive to the final solution from our scholar bad learning in english. I mean... why were we taught in false beliefs about this language? Why do we innocently think that english people pronounce h- when we check daily that everyone don't pronounce it. It's because of that it's so difficult for us to distinguish the most importants english words such us the verb to have in its whole conjugation or the pronouns him, her etc. Why don't we know the english slang " wanna", "gonna", "aint", "I am starving" etc. etc.? Why have we learnt that in english it is forbidden not to use the subject in sentences ? Why weren't we said that english we usually learn at schools in our country is only posh english, formal english....People walking along the streets, having a coffee or texting a message don't use the subject...we should be said that and another secrets about oral english at present. I am regret but what we learned for sixteen years in the academy was archeology.
In Primark, Mcdo, Gap, and whatever store brand well known by practising modern slavery in the estern countries whenever in this city well known by its ancient slave trading... Unfortunately, Liverpool is just a shoppingpool with only store brands as lifebelts. In the port city, store chains will save accurately your life if you don't wanna be alone. Just take a Primark bag as a shield. I can assure that six of ten people in the street take one of those...feeling themselfs less lonely? I usually mooch around Liverpool center and I always become amazed seeing people to buy as much as it's possible all days, it doesn't matter timetables and person profile. Although it's sunday or ten o' clock in a tuesday's morning when you imagine everyone working, you will see everybody going shopping, queueing anyway in order to get some take away or any piece of trendy kitch clothes. Don't people have a rest a bit? Do these people know that Marx and Engels drew up nearly the whole communist manifesto and the condition of the working class in England at Manchester 45 miles far away? It must be the same there, though.
