Предматурно

  "Братя мои, бедни мои братя "                                                            

 19.05.2013г.                                        

Седя си във къщи с учебник в ръка;

Ни мисъл не мярка се в мойта глава:

Да уча – добре! Но болка дере

И не дава ми мира –

Няма ли вече четенето да спира?!
Уви:

Вазов чака, Ботев вряка,

Яворов със нож в ръка

Ще заприщва своята съдба.

Ей го, Милев, пак се цупи,

Недоволен, ще ме срути!

Йовков ли, или Пелин

/в мозъка са ми като един/

Чакат с благо умиление

Пейовото погребение:

„Ах, защо в града отиде?!

Туй е то, за туй не биде!”

Иде Елка-хубавелка –

В бяло, с маслинена пременка –

Пак е днеска на седенка!

А пък Румен песни пее,

В къщи бебе им люлее...

Далчев през прозореца се плези,

Дебелянов пак се глези

И очаква боже опрощение,

Но, уви, и Пенчо е на погребение...

Смирненски го поздравява,

Но от Ботевата врява

Нищо се не чува и, уви,

С „Тютюн” се Димчо пак мори.

А Алеко със усмивка

Вдига „кървава напивка”

И с вапцания под ръка

Ще променя пак света.

Кольо с пиратки си играе,
весело е, то се знае!
И в безлунната тъма
блясва пролетарската звезда.

Само Талев си мълчи,

Кротко в ъгъла стои

 И не смее да гвори:

Че Султана ще затвори

Него в стаичка, самин,

Да го трови със морфин...

Ех, че чудна галимация

Е литературната формация!

Конец! Звънва входния звънец!

Сбогом, мили господа,

Ще се видим вторник сутринта!

Because we can!

"Raise your hands!" cuz "We got it goin'on!" "Always"!
Indeed you do. A fabulous, charmingly amazing concert of Bon Jovi took place in Sofia on the 14 th of May. Not only the perormance of the musicians was impaccable, but also the atmosphere they created on the National Stadium "Vasil Levski" was more than unforgettable.
The concert, part (the begining actually) of the Europian Tour "Because we can" started at 20.45 h. when the sun was about to set. Being so far from the stage, at the seats in front of the stage and at the last line, I had the marvellous opportunity to contemplate the sunset over Sofia: exceptionally beautiful experience not onlty because of the moment (the excitement before the concert and the height of the stadium) but also because of the mere fact it was pure nature I was seing.
John Bon Jovi and party started the guig with the famous song "You give love a bad name" and the crowd went mad. Dancing, singing and jumping, everubody were far away from the non spare the guys efectuated. John was exceptionally devoted to the public, smiling, sining, "waving his hands in the air as if he just didn't care".
At the begining they were alternating two elder songs with two newborn ones. Then, after the first hour, when the public was already mad, he proceeded on the most famous tracks featuring "It's my life", "Runaway", "I'll be there for you" etc...
A mini culmination of the concert (at least for my modest person :) ) was the performance of the song "Bed of roses".
Also the fact John caught a flag from the pubic and put it around his showders was a sort of a recognition for the bulgarian fans that happen to see Bon Jovi for a very, very first time for their 30 years of stage-life. Posters saying "30 years Bulgaria loves you" were hanging over the stadium...
The concert had to finish prematurely due to an alergic reaction of John to some three that tends to florish by this time of the year. "I'm sorry, this is extremely embarrassing for me, but my voice got down due to alergic reaction and I can barely cary on... I'll hold on for this very last song but you'll have to help me. This is not my voice, this is not me... I'm extremely sorry... " - that was how "Blaze of glory" was announced. Indeed, the public sang all along with John and thus a bittersweet atmosphere was created. "I'm sorry. We gotta go". And they left.
The public stayed unbelievingly at the stadium for like fiteen minutes, shouting and singing Bon Jovi's songs, but the guys never came back. There were those comments "Ïndignating! I want my money back!", but in general the people accepted the situation with tolerance. So, one hour (or 4 songs until the end) the concert was canceled and we all went home (somehow enchainted).
It was a good concert. It's goodness has nothing to do with the light show (y sí, Dani, no pude resistir al pensamiento de que sería tanto mejor quitar las luces por no gastar en vano tanta energía), but with the sincerity and the pure delight all the musicians were taking from being there on this very stage, playing in front of this public and enjoying themselves. It was obvious (at least for me) that they were having a great time.
However the exorbitant price of the tickets (agreed by the bulgarian organizars however the insistence of John for them to be acceptable for the people) the stadium was full.. and it was worthed.
So, looking forward for the next time they will come. Personally, I hope it will be in plain summer so that I'll be able to come home and see them again!

Opinions

- Radical opinions tend to be very  much the same.
-  You're wrong! They're not as equal as you think. This is a common lie, used to damnate the reputation of the communists.
- And what about the human victimes? Don't tell me there weren't a lot during the sovietic period, just as they were numerous when the nazis ruled.
- Not that many. Plus, the idea was different. Sacrificing some people we were aiming at the better life for the majority of the nation.
- Forgive me, but for me the realisation of an ideology that requires human sacrifices (that are not accepted personaly by the victimes) doesn't work, no matter what its motives are. If only one human being should perish for the good of the rest without his personal agreement, the system should be changed. Nothing, nothing can excuse the murder of innocent people.

El horario de la biblioteca española

Fun fact: did you know that the whole educative centre of the Spanish Embassy in Bulgaria works only three hours a day? Pues, es precisamente así, ni más ni menos.
Abierto desde la una, el centro educativo cierra las puertas a las tres (bueno, a las tres y media...). Uno tiene que ¨acechar¨ el momento oportuno para poder coger o devolver un libro. Y la biblioteca está llena de titulos hiperatractivos que te enredan en sus laberintos letrales y no te dejan emergir al mundo real...
En la sala de lectura por todas partes pende la advertencia ¨Respeta el orden¨. Me es difícil imaginar qué va a pasar si la gente allá dentro prescinde de esta ¨ley¨ y se pone ruidosa: a lo mejor las paredes sufrirán una conmoción, provocada por las fortísimas ondas mecánicas que se producirán, y el pobre techo resultará hecho anicos... De la misma gente no debemos preocuparnos, pues el vocerío mantendrá los pedazos cayentes lejos de ellos; no permitirá que sean dañados.
Por lo menos los funcionarios embajales son muy amables: al verte entrar te dirigen una sonrisa respalndeciente y te reciben con el ¨¡Hola!¨ obligatorio. Siguen sonrientes hasta que los estés mirando, añaden un ¨¿Qué tal?¨ al que te quedas estupefacto (torpemente te preguntas si esta mujer, la mano derecha del embajador, esa, que dirige todo el departamento educativo, te pregunta a ti, el acabo-de-entrar estudiante de aspecto ojeroso, cargado de manuales como una mula, jadeante etc qué tal estás. Pero, ¿de verdad le interesa o simplemente es cortesía? Musitas un ¨Bien, gracias.¨ y te escapas.).
Recargado de un o dos libros te vas, dices un ¨adiós¨ al que recibes una vaga respuesta de algún electrodo que no está ocupado de la observación de la regla principal de la biblioteca y sales. Al llegar a la puerta del patio ejercitas una maniobra digna de un acróbata: apoyandote con la pierna derecha en la pared y sujetando con la mano izquierda el equipaje, empujas el interruptor que ¨bzzz¨ abre la puerta. Bueno, ahora te falta estrechar los dedos de la mano iquierda (esa que se ocupa del cargo), tirar de la manija de la puerta pesada mientras con los dedos de la mano derecha sigues empujando el interruptor y luego meter el pie izquierdo en la grietita que habrás logrado abrir entre el quicio y la puerta. Lo demás es coser y cantar: le das una patada a la puerta, cruzas el umbral y, ¡ ya está!
A la hora de devolver el libro (aparte de las trampas teporales que te ofrece el centro) hay un truco interesante. Cuando te sacas el carnet de lector se te explican cuidadosamente que no tienes ningún, ningún derecho, bajo ningunas condiciones de guardar un libro más de dos semanas. Si se te ocurre hacerlo, estarás expulsado de la biblioteca. Yo, como una auténtica búlgara que se piensa invulnerable cuando se trata de leyes y reglas, fui a devolver mi primer libro con una semana de retraso. ¿Sabéis qué pasó? Exactamente: nada.
Pues la observación de las reglas es flotante, al fin y al cabo lo que importa es que yo tuve el libro y que la biblioteca se lo tiene ahora. Todo está bien cuando termina bien, ¿no? A ver qué pasará con alguien que trabaja durante el día...