El Tío Poppoff - Children book

a selfportrait of the autor

One of the books that I had when I was a child has had a big influence on my work. I used to sit for long periods of time watching the images on it, imagining and dreaming some day to make something like them, and also learn to fly.

This edition I have is from 1966, printed in Spain, the original title is " Onkel Poppoff kann auf Bäume fliegen". For some strange reason I always thought that Janosch - the autor and illustrator- was russian, of course when I grow up I discovered he is german, and seems still living. Despite of having the book I don't remember well the story now, perhaps I should read it again.

... and yes, I drew the princess's boobs :]

Un sueño

I decided to stay a bit away from (off, I'm always confused about this thing) moleskines to make this, because they don't give me the format for what I had in mind. I can say that, even if is something quite simple I'm very pleased with it.

r o s e a u drew a dream for me and this is my dream for her.

While I was painting it this musical piece came in mind. I think that, if my dreams could have a soundtrack, there's no better musician than Phillip Glass - or could be another one -.




My sister and I have been playing "song, song". Is a fabulous easy game on which one start with a song and that song leads to another and so on, so on. Could be because of the lyrics or the melody.

I'll marry a person that can play that game, so, I'll marry my iPod. Problem solved :P

Empty bed and secrets of my room

Today I woke up early. The sky was blue with no clouds, the weather hot but comfortable. I opened my eyes and look to the courtains moving softly when the breeze from outside the window hit them. I got up, right foot first, left one after. My mum was calling me for breakfast so I went down to the kitchen and that place where we eat - I can never recall what's the name of that place -. I ate my breakfast in silence : eggs, coffee and some mixture of apple with seeds, drinkable thing, sweet and delicious. My mum and sister were insilence too, except for the little tick - my neice . She was on and on talking about... what ever, actually, a common conversation an 8 year old gikl would have. I was still sleep, the minutes seemed to strech to impossible ways and every one of them seemed like a century. I had to excuse myself and went to sleep again. I slept until 3 pm. I was checking my e-mail and some pages around. I didn't have any mail. He doesn't write anymore and sometimes I miss the past days. Good, maybe is the way it has to be. My nephew came into my room and we were talking. He asked me lots of questions. Is amazing to see how much they change when they're growing up. My mum called him - it seems she's all day calling people around -, she tought he was bothering me, but he wasn't... much. Before I went down again I found two e-mails there waiting for me, one wishing me a good evening, the other with a link for a blog, both messages from the same person. My heart jumped, as it used to. Is all I needed at the moment.

Down there with my family I ate a mango, juicy, sweet. I went back to my room and decided to take some photos around. There aren't many, my batteries are empty and I think there's something wrong with them - they're rechargables ones -.

I didn't make the bed, didn't feel like it. I spend too much time on it lately that I'm starting to believe we have a secret well known affair

I couldn't decide which of the two photos I like the most. Now my wall has more things, little ones, nice ones.

My dad had so many things, some of them I'll place in my room, maybe.

Inks. I'm addicted to inks. I keep the little red tin thing near them. Lynne send it from UK and it has tons of nibs, also part of the gift she sent. I'm most happy and lucky to get those. I've tried most of them, just little scribbles, nothing too fancy. I'll use them for sure, when I get the hunger for draw.

The last two things: a little bird I have in my room. I have two, I should take a photo of the other one too. This one remind me one beautiful lovely bird named Rita that once found me, not long ago, under a stary sky.

This last one, one of my favourites. A gift from Erandi, when we lived in Mexico City. She told me it looks like me. I don't know, maybe she was right.

Captain Dimitri

I met Captain Dimitri while traveling on the seven seas. He was a nice Russian guy whom likes to drink cherry whiskey and sing songs about his travels. He showed me the songs that the mermaids sing when the storms are coming and also showed me to cook a nice lemon salmon. He told me that he was born in Poland, because his mother was from there, but his father was Russian so he took him away when he was a child to become a sailor, just like him. When he was sad he used to sing his mother’s songs in her languaje. Captain Dimitri also was known as Rosie by some people in Mauritius. I never asked him why. I also asked him his name, but was in polish and russian, so the when he saw my blank expression he told me "call me Dimitri".I don’t know what happened to him. The last thing I’ve heard about him was that he was sailing near the red sea but he was so blue that he headed up north.

Conocí al capitán Dimitri cuando navegaba por los siete mares. él era un buen hombre ruso que gustaba beber wiskey de cereza y cantar canciones sobre sus viajes. Él me mostró las canciones que cantan las sirenas cuando viene una tormenta y también a cocinar un delicioso salmón al limón. Me explicó que él nació en Polonia porque su madre era de ahí, pero su padre era ruso, así que cuando era muy pequeño se lo llevó con él para que aprendiera a ser un marinero como su padre. Cuando se ponía triste cantaba canciones en su lengua materna.

El capitán Dimitri también era conocido como Rosie por algunas personas en Mauritius. Nunca le pregunté por qué. También le pregunté su nombre, pero era una mezcla de ruso y polaco, así que cuando vió my expresión me dijo "llámame Dimitri".

No sé qué pasó con él. Lo último que supe esque cuando viajaba por el mar Rojo se sintió tan triste que decidió dirigirse al norte.

If I were a cat - journal24

Si fuera un gato miraría debajo de las faldas de las chicas.

If I were a cat I'd look under the girl's skirts.

Imaginary Friend - Journal 21

My belly is a greedy monster

I should try

I should be making the works I have to give monday morning at school.

Embrace

About a dream I had

princess - journal5

Cuando era chica creía que había alguien que era yo misma en otro lugar, pero ella era una princesa. Creía que si miraba con detenimiento mis rostro en el espejo era provable que en algún momento la viera.

When I was a child I used to believe that somewhere there was a girl that actually was me, but she was a princes. I believed that if I stared long enough my face in the mirror I could have a glimpse of her face.

Inners

Soundtrack:
Little Water Song - Ute Lemper &Nick Cave




Sometimes I'd like to be a strage princess from a far far away kindom.