Author: Caroline Bach
Webmaster-ing
Sharing my computer geekyness with Jessica by helping her to build her new website. Visit her at www.jessicamed.com and say hi! :)
FF.
Yours truly
The fear that fire gives
I never showed you the pictures I took in Cornellà de Llobregat the night of San Juan the 23rd of June. There is a Catalan tradition called Correfocs, where people dressed as devils and dragons spray fireworks at people and play drums while the spectators, children and adults soaked in water, run away and dance around in the fire. It was an amazing show to watch, and relating that to yesterday’s observations about water and joy, fire has completely different effect on people.
Personally, fire gives me a quite specific feeling, it evokes great respect, admiration and curiosity, while I subconsciously note an instinctive fear that in turn sparks adrenaline and a completely different euphoria than that brought by water. We are addicted to fear, we want to feel the rush of adrenaline, we want to watch scary movies and go skydiving. It’s a different kind of euphoria that we strive for and miss. Considering our ancestors that had to go hunting and protect themselves from dangerous animals and dangerous people, fear is an instinct that we once learned to live with. Today our lives are organised and easy, and food is comfortably found in the nearest supermarket. We are bored. So we hit the streets, have a guy put his medieval dragon-outfit on, and run for our lives.
..Goodnight :)
The joy that water brings
Water has a very strong positive effect on me.. I always get in some kind of euphoric mood when there’s a big fountain or, even better, a waterfall! So yeah, I turned into a happy kid and dragged my dad into the fountains.. that’s why he’s so happy with his t-shirt being wet on the first picture. We had good fun. :)
Locked up
Areszt śledczy, Toruń 2011
Man held custody in the Areszt śledczy building in Toruń. I have often seen people standing outside of the building, groups of friends or girlfriends, communicating with the prisoners either by sign-language or simply by shouting using strange slang that other people don’t really understand. This man was watching me take his photo. He saw me. He stayed in the window. He didn’t seem to mind at all.
Somewhere in Poland.
Spatif!
Today I’ve been with my cousin in Spatif where I spent many nights with the people from the diplomacy course we did here in 2007. Great memories with great people.. and Spatif lives on!
Trójmiasto is great at this time of the year. I should come back to Sopot when I have more time to really go out and dance.
Maldita Dulzura
Vetusta Morla – Maldita Dulzura
Mapas (2011)
hablemos de ruina y espina
hablemos de polvo y herida
de mi miedo a las alturas
lo que quieras pero hablemos
de todo menos del tiempo
que se escurre entre los dedoshablemos para no oírnos
bebamos para no vernos
hablando pasan los días
que nos quedan para irnos
yo al bucle de tu olvido
tu al redil de mis instintosmaldita dulzura la tuya
maldita dulzura la tuya
maldita dulzura la tuyame hablas de ruina y espina
te clavas el polvo en la herida
me culpas de las alturas
que ves desde tus zapatosno quieres hablar del tiempo
aunque este de nuestro lado
y hablas para no oírme
y bebes para no verme
yo callo y rio y bebo
no doy tregua ni consuelo
y no es por maldad lo juro
es que me divierte el juegomaldita dulzura la mía
maldita dulzura la mía
maldita dulzura la míamaldita dulzura la nuestra