Walden 7 That red light district. Those children playing in the ruins of the cement plant. That duck pond, made up. Those soccer games, in the main gallery. That football on the grass, from a famous architecture workshop. That great game, against the Finestrelles neighborhood of 86, and we won!!!. Those broken glass from a ball. That "pichi", or poor man's baseball, or imaginative. Those 4 baseball bases in the main plaza. Those cypresses. Those friends, who were 2 brothers. That friend with a puppy dog. That baptize a stray dog, and make it the mascot of the gang. That mini BH, red or green, model from 79. That half-empty architectural mass. That infinite space. That thick fog, 10 meters away, visibility. That incessant wind. That green on the slopes. Those herds. That 1992 filming of "el amante bilingüe" (1993). That society, half utopian. Those networks, that made us, from another planet. That skin of the building, falling on the nets. That noise of the til...

LES CORTS That Parra, who should be given copyright. Those girls with the t-shirt, bleached. That delusional Marketing. That approve five of seven in September. Those random moments. That kiriki. Those snake eyes. That homemade and wild party from 92, for which even today, they stop me on the street. That 93 shirt. Those repeaters more than rolled up and great "persons". Those ripped pants. That end-of-stage trip, which fell, at the last minute. That familiar, by Ismael Serrano. That exquisite neighborhood. That youth house. That gazebo. And so many drunk "that". That improvised rugby in the gardens. That walk from end to end of the neighborhood. 05/1992 09/1994 05/2013 ÚLTIMAMENTE {ISMAEL SERRANO}   TITI TIME (C)

  CAN CLOTA That sneak into the school field. That chatting of the most suffocating intimacies, in an abandoned car, in the suburban steppe. Those haunted houses. That stick the file in the mud. That eighty-four collection. Those routes, through caves in the "forest", which was nothing more than a park. Those snakes and those rabbits, from the countryside. Those marbles. Those hand thunder. That constant gossip. EL SITIO DE MI RECREO  {ANTONIO VEGA} TITI TIME (C).

                   PLAZA REAL Seen from a future time, which now present, it seems like a dream. Happiness was nothing more than a night in "Glaciar "(Plaza Real). An improvised combo of bohemians, they were posh American boys, out of boy scout hours, with a ripped guitar. They played with great intention "losing my religion" (REM). What a joy at a certain level of drink. What an indelible memory. Ah!... And what to say about the Sidecar march. It was one more attraction of the magical square. An intergenerational institution, it is the Jamboree. When I hung out the most, Steve de Swart played bass. By the way, as this gentleman played, it was simply a great show. That more visceral JAZZ, that blows to the strings, more precise and thoroughly rehearsed. What perfection, almost imperfect and balanced. After the nightly "show", we always had to walk Rambla towards the mountain, and eat some stuffed croissants, which some nomadic stree...

RELATOS CORTOS - SHORT STORIES: Y que decir de los relatos, son locos, viscerales y incluso censurables, alguno lo he censurado por improcedente...  And what to say about the stories, they are crazy, visceral and even reprehensible, some have been censured as inappropriate ... titi time (c)

EINSTEIN ETERN Einstein created the propitious conditions for humanity to produce a personality that was as influential as its great personality. The fact is that since the creation of the atomic bomb in the world is impossible to have a world war, the species would disappear, so we are playing all without limits until he (Einstein) returns to appear. DANCING ON MY OWN {CALLUM SCOTT} titi time (c)

“IN THE GHETTO” It was the Jerry's bar, it was all wood of formics worn because of the bottles of beer bottles. F. spoke with J. They were raised together in the "ghetto" (somewhere in the industrial belt of Baix Llobregat), they grew together, they estimated, they were two old friends, despite the political differences, they were respected and They had personal devotion. This is an example of coexistence within the current ideological framework in Catalonia. Many have raised me together, we love and respect. That's when the day of voting, we do not lose it, everyone votes at home, and God at the same time, nothing happens here. PAÍS PETIT { LLUÍS LLACH} PASA LA VIDA  {PATA NEGRA} titi time (c)

TARANTOS It was an appetizing afternoon of the gray cage, Barcelona. I was with popular couples of the institute, we were already caught. It was the end of spring. White shirt and I striped cotton sweater a little "verano azul", but you want in the ninety three, Franco only 17 years that had stretched the leg and "Beverly Hills 90210"  had done us much damage. I'm mature to do it, we'd say to each other as if we were something crazy. I was in a neighborhood where the girls were a lot of lazy people, they were princesses, a disaster. Since I was, a clumsy prince.   I wish I would have spent my adolescence in the industrial belt, there they go to the point and with fifteen years the dumbest has already benefited his cousin. In short it was a pleasant night of Tarantos, we danced, we heard rap sung by blacks, we had a great time and I stayed three centimeters from her nipple, which could be more desired. EMPIRE STATE OF MIND {ALICIA KEYS}  I'M...

GALLERY In the distance it seemed cold squeal of a drunk, but it was the screech of night bus engine that made its route. The gallery in silence. A hunchback lay sleepless, released, his jailbird, resigned to being little more than a piece of furniture. Explosions piston cars, taxis or other cyclically broke the silence and the silence returned. The darkness was floating in a dead sea of light, for which there was no longer anyone. The private terraces, and their owners were deserted and snored. In the parking, lot one constable, between Goytisolo's poems, grumbled carrying garbage and surrounded by concrete, could hear his own echo and free up vital frustrations, he was lonely, very lonely in the city. Goytisolo's poems NAO FAÇO QUESTAO {D.A.M.A.  ft. GABRIEL O PENSADOR} titi time (c)

REALITY As the bow of a peacock, a bright and immense arc eclipsing all my life, that's the image I had of her. Were beautiful episodes which we live, intermingled stages of life. Her tiny voice I “ belling ” the brain was like a cruel interference while beautiful, natural and like bathing in a waterfall tropical, days after taking the body to dry land. So I was all wrapped. It was not falling in love, just a great experience. Almost a phenomenon. NON, JE NE REGRETTE RIEN {EDITH PIAF} YOU GIVE THE BOW OF A PEACOCK !!!... {Si te vas } PAULINA RUBIO {Me quema } titi time (c)

EINSTEIN NUMBER TWO  The man has begun to put the batteries in the need of wanting to flee the planet: smarthphones, tablets, laptops, ipods, and I know ... but if we droids fucking !!!  The fact is that we must get out of this interstellar paradise here to 5000 million years, we are 500 Einsteins (new unit time) to get it. Why we will not stop reproducing. For the Einstein number two appears???... EN QUE ESTRELLA ESTARÁ {NENA DACONTE} titi time (c)

TAXI Aleja was silly one, cultured, socialite, bold, refined silly superalejita in resume.The unrest was one of the evils, the music was exquisite.The best performers were Anglo-saxon my feet. It was a comparable experience to practice buddhism.The globe earth got smaller.The clinical Sinai enormous nostalgy and inner smile, he was one of the last chapters. In the capital of the world. But if literature is covered get into lives of others because not to mention Aleja?. In his time the upper west side, used to power started with his 27th floor and walked three times around the block while meditating seriously taxi go.One of those times where the bar of a luxury hotel upperiensy where coincidence, to act presence, as roguish neighbor, a adventure. Nothing out of the ordinary for someone sexually active. DON'T KNOW WHY {NORAH JONES} WONDERWALL  {RYAN ADAMS} EL TAXI {Pitbull} UPTOWN GIRL {BILLY JOEL} ...

The sound of the city It has unique forms the border between what is considered "outside" the big city and gaseous. Here polygons are seen, some of the factories emit cyclically as hats classic kitchen chimneys. The flower morning, wet and sunny you can guess, but if there are tangible seasonal colored solid hills that spring green denote an intense vitality, and spread everywhere. Civilized, seem born with the first spectra morning, it's as if the put there specifically. In spite of the perceived wake it permanent day and night. The noise, is noise plus surrounded noise, but even so, is more noise than noise in the big city. The constant wind not cease for a moment, during the search of empty at all times. His mace drop the plan emphasizes on the site. The feeling is alpine, surrounded by the essence of a sea always objective. ÀS VEZES {D.A.M.A.} titi time (c)