san xoan – san cibrao

fogueira de san xoan ©riosik

Forzas do ar, terra, mar e lume,
a vós fago esta chamada,
si é verdade que das miñas mans
poderei calmar a xente eiquí e agora,
facede que os espíritos dos amigos que están fóra
participen con nós desta queimada.

Vacas

vacas ©Riosik

Trás mucho rumiar y rumiar la tesis acaba de acabar. Y de vacas gordas de Dinamarca, en un papel tapiz de güindous, a vacas sagradas voy!

quintana dos mortos ©Riosik

Un lapso desconectado del blog, espero que la tesis termine pronto, y venga riosik.com. Ahi queda la quintana de los muertos.

we are heading south

imprisoned ©Riosik

Somehow we are all imprisoned. Somehow we are all Gaza, or whatever land is being massacrated right now. We close the walls to southern people, the poor. Somehow we are also poor. Somehow we should just head south, and ask for help.

Concentración por Palestina, Puerta del Sol, Madrid

Madrid 4 Enero ©Riosik

Photos of one of the concentrations taking place these days in Madrid, against Israeli attacks to Palestine.

tree of life

tree_of_life ©Riosik

“…I heard it from the many Jews who demanded, indeed pleaded for a “balanced” picture, who wanted “equal time” for consideration of the violence from Palestinians that presumably creates the basis for Israeli retaliation in its various forms.

But the situation is not balanced.

Palestine is being destroyed. Israel has all the power. The Palestinian people — a good, patient people — are being ground into the dirt, their leaders killed, imprisoned or exiled, their young people impoverished and robbed of a future. Any possibility for nonviolent protest is made all but impossible by a brutal military occupation.

We are doing wrong. We have blood on our hands. Yes, there have been Palestinians who have perpetrated acts of violence. But we must look to the cause…”

Palestine Is Being Destroyed

By Mark Braverman

ensoñar

dream ©Riosik

“… Dijo que ya era hora de que yo aplicara en la práctica lo que había aprendido en mis ensueños. Sin darme tiempo a preguntar nada, me pidió que enfocara mi atención, como si estuviera ensoñando, en el follaje de un árbol del desierto que creía cerca de ahí: un mezquite.
-¿Quiere usted que lo mire fijamente? -le pregunté.
-No quiero que lo mires fijamente; quiero que hagas algo muy especial con ese follaje -dijo-. Acuérdate de que en tus ensueños, una vez que eres capaz de sostener la vista en cualquier objeto, estás realmente sosteniendo una nueva posición de ensueño. Ahora, mira fijamente a esas hojas, como si estuvieras en un ensueño, con una muy significativa variación: vas a sostener tu atención de ensueño en las hojas de ese mezquite, en la conciencia de ser del mundo cotidiano….
….Todo lo que necesité fue enfocar y mantener mi atención en las hojas, y en un instante, fui atraído por una sensación de vórtice, como en mis ensueños. El follaje del mezquite se convirtió en un universo de datos sensoriales; fue como si el follaje me hubiese engullido. Si tocaba las hojas, podía realmente sentirlas. También podía olerlas. Mi atención de ensueño era multisensorial, en lugar de ser únicamente visual, como en mis ensueños diarios.
Lo que empezó con fijar la vista en el follaje del mezquite se convirtió en un ensueño. Creí que me encontraba en un árbol irreal, como me había encontrado en árboles de incontables ensueños. Y, naturalmente, me comporté en ese árbol irreal como había aprendido a comportarme en mis ensueños; me moví de objeto en objeto, atraído por la fuerza de un vórtice que se formaba en cualquier parte del árbol en la cual enfocara mi multisensorial atención de ensueño. Estos vórtices se formaban no sólo al fijar mi vista, sino también al tocar cualquier cosa, con cualquier parte de mi cuerpo…”

El Arte de Ensoñar. Carlos Castaneda.

Today im greek

girl struck by tear gas faints ©efi

Greek riots continue. Plenty of different opinons. Different informations. Misunderstandings, manipulations. The system is ready to shape reality, and does it well. The system is strong. And we are afraid.

Think whatever you like, someway were are still free to think. I dont believe all this mess is just a bunch of criminals breaking the streets. I dont believe youngsters with unhappy lifes are the only explanation, as some may say. There must be somethig more.

More photos of Athens yesterday, here

ON THE ATHENS’ RIOT

athens dec 2008 ©efi

MAT they call them. 19 to 20 something of age. The worse students of the police school are assigned to be in the MAT team. There they are in their round white helmets squeezing their lightweight brains. Only moments earlier they emptied their tear gas ammo around the corner. It was an order. Them resting there is also an order. Obeyed.

Anarchists they call them. 14 to any age. Wear black masks. Break banks, franchise shops and expensive cars. They built their fortress around the educational institutes, put on fires to neutralise tear gas. Students mostly, here just outside the ASOEE, the most prestigious school of economics of the country. Raise their voice against the police that abuse power and misuse their weapons and shot a teenager on Saturday the 6^th of December.

Riot they call it. A society enraged. Anarchists versus the police and the wealthy. Police versus anarchists, citizens, immigrants. Immigrants versus police and the wealthy. Citizens versus immigrants. Fascists versus immigrants. Anarchists versus the fascists. Fires, tear gas, stones, broken windows. When things are over it seems to me there are two possible ways to rebuilt not only buildings but consciousness as well: “Make it as good as it was before” or “Make it new and better than before”.

Humans they call them.

text by Yorgos Paterakis.

eye ©efi

baboons ©efi

gas ©efi

CHRISTMAS OFFER: with your new mobile phone, get 1.000 bullets free!

smscide ©Riosik

The world is complex. Its impossible to understand why does shit happen. We are ignorants.

Its too intricate. We are so small… and we have our own big problems. Yes, we better let it be.

There is nothing we can do. We are just consumers. We eat the corpse of the earth, the flesh of our own brothers and sisters, white fat blind maggots we are.

As long as there is something left to consume, lets not bother. While the meat is still warm and tasty, why bother?.

Lets be a name in a credit card. Lets be lone, simple, silent. We wont get uptight about all the sad things that surround us, they are not of our business. There are plenty of nice things to make us forget.

Yes!: just yesterday i saw a new offer, brand new cell phone, with a great thousand million pixels camera to shoot my own stupid and ignorant face. I will get it, and throw away my perfectly-working-but-too-old phone.

And i will do it without checking what happens in the not so Democratic Republic of the Congo since 1998.

I will not talk through my new phone about the 4 million people that died there, and about the ones that are suffering now.

I will love my new phone, and listen to music with it, maybe some nice african rythms.

And please, dont tell me my phone has coltan in it. Dont tell me a country is being pulled apart so we can have these electronic technological dream drugs that we enjoy so much.

When i have it, i will send an sms to all my friends, a photo of my face.

And i will anxiously expect an answer from them, so i can feel  i am not alone in this pleasent frenzy of self destruction.