"One of the smallest , independent kingdoms in the ciberuniverse. Nothing fancy. Population? Just me, myself and my jaguars, my movies and my books (and, at this very moment, YOU). Hided and secret like Skull Island or Opar, the ancients in Guelyland use to read the scrools of a minor god called Voor-Hes.
Most of the treasures of Guelyland are made of paper, plastic and vinyl.Guelyland dreams with expanding in deep more then in surface. The music of Nik Kershaw has been heard here. There are apes, lots of apes in Guelyland. Woody Allen and Bob Hope visit it quite often. Here we love books (the Kingdoms Library is both celebrated and secret) Here we are atheists but very tolerant and think of god a bit too often and much. Guelyland is, the stuff my dreams are made of..."
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Thursday, June 11, 2009
There's no real mistery. I know. But how people changes. What is good today, will be bad tomorrow. What was enough, too little. Love will become indifference. Warm will be cold. Passion will transform in routine. Of course the opposite happens too but we are busy enjoying it or we just take it for granted. And, like bad news in the papers, we simply pay often more attention to the negative. Many times we don't care or notice it because not everyone we know has the same value for us (who's to blame but human nature). And I'm sure many times we may misstreat someone without intention, ignoring it. When we don't need it we don't care. But maybe that is the way it is and we idealize ourselves as human beings. Sometimes we don't even have time to care or we just don't wanna waste our time feeling guilty. But i guess, most of the time we are enjoying someone else. The focus of attention is just another one. The mistery, the surprise of changes comes when we see an old picture or video, read an old letter or remember a, now, obsolete memory. Yeah, I'm talking about a woman...