The "jungle" I walk past in my daily commute.             As I engage in my 5-minute walk back home, countless thoughts flourish amid fears of a shrinking end-of-month budget.  The light rain that falls this evening brings the gentle music one needs to feel happy or sorrow. Umbrella up, leaps down the watered street, my body reflects on the asphalt mirror like a character from a noir movie: Humphrey Bogart  or so, it only lacks the red-lip lady looking sneakily from a side porch.  Life’s a movie then, you play your part, sad or thrilling, giving up on a happy ending.             Hiking’s cheap, flying’s much better. So many places to see, you can’t help remembering that song, “So far away from me”. The year was 1979, maybe a little earlier, people rallied on the streets for democracy, there were still militaries everywhere, overseeing us, lecturing us o...

                    Many friends have complained that this country isn’t going fast enough, that it has been too lazy, inconstant and doubtful in its march towards backwardness. This way, they say, we will never get what we are promised to. One century ago, poet Oswald de Andrade claimed that antropophagy was the way we should undertake to  reach civilization right away, but we have evolved since: now autophagy is the thing, our real style. Why should we worry about this national  foolishness if we can achieve this much faster than politicians, economists and the media have voiced?             Crises is all around, let's pump our economic figures! It could just be more chaotic and unplanned than before, let's rest in piece. What does this people want? more half a million of polluting, noisy, individuallistic, dusgusting cars, highways, factories, second-class frozen recipie...

(Imagem: youtube.com)             Se iba Pantaleón al trabajo, cuando se le ocurió de pasar a ver Arnold, no el Scwarzenegger pero sí Jimenes, viejo amigo, propietario de una tienda en la Guernica con la Rambla, justo en la esquina. Lo encontró charlando con la dependienta, una chica de ojos oscuros profundos. Era la semana muerta del comercio, los clientes se habían ido de chopp a la playa, Arnold podia hacer lo que quisiera.             - He pasado por los escombros. ¿A quién los has vendido?             - A los hermanos Arajuès. Van a pagarnos despuès del diez.             Y Arnold cometió el acto fatal:             - Te presento la señorita Mallagana, mi dependienta.    ...

(Imagem: www.palmyre-equimage.blogspot.com)              Emmanuel P. Taitre arrive à la boulangerie:             - Deux saucisses du Rhin pour mon chien et un camembert pour ma souris.             - Vous vous moquez de moi, monsieur, répond une voix féminine de derrière le comptoir.             - Pas du tout. Je suis Jesus Emmanuel P. Taitre, je suis venu au monde pour désennuyer.             - “De” quoi?             - C’est pas “D”, c’est “P”, comme “perroquet”.             - Vous êtes fou, monsieur!             - Je m’en doutais. C’est où, l’hippod...