Back in business…

After a really long time away from my website and my blog, I’ve decided to give it another go now that I’m on holidays and get back to it.

This thing (the website, the blog, my hosting) has been in my mind for quite a while now and I’ve decided that the holidays are the best period to get my hands dirty with this and tick it off my long list of to-do things.

So, I can’t promise anything marvelous or miraculous, but I will try to get back to writing, to entertaining and to giving an opinion every now and then.

Stay tuned! 🙂

This marvelous thing we call inspiration…

Today is a special day because I feel inspired.

Inspiration is such a great sensation, isn’t it? It makes us happy, it makes us want to do more, be more, live more… Inspiration talks the language of our hearts, and it communicates perfectly well with our brains. Maybe that’s the reason why we feel so gracious when we feel inspired, and feeling inspired is what I want to talk about today.

I can never say when I’m going to feel inspired. I never see it coming, I can never perceive it beforehand. I just feel the touch of it the very moment it happens, and it always leaves a mark once it’s passed. It is probably one of the best sensations I have blessed to feel in my life and, as it usually happens with such great powers, I always hunger for more.

Along the whole day today, I’ve interacted with different people, and I can really say that at least three of them have contributed to my inspiration today: a pregnant friend, who looks more a more gorgeous as the due day approaches, and who looks at me in wonder when I tell her the stories of my day; an old friend, who is a free-thinker, a visionary and who inspires me every single time we speak just about anything; and then, last but not least, a powerful soul who fills my life with music and lyrics, and a person who makes me resonate with every single of those songs.

These are all important people to me in one way or another, and even though they are all very different amongst one another, they all achieve the same result: they inspire me with their hearts, their minds, their warmth, their ideas, their passions and their sole presence in my life.

Once you’ve been touched by the hand of inspiration, there’s no way back: it burns inside you, you have to let it flow. And letting it flow is a magical thing. It pours through you, you feel its power intoxicating your body, your mind, your soul. It’s somewhat alcoholic. Just enough inspiration running through your veins and all of those past, long-gone desires crawl back inside. It’s a double-edged sword. It impulses us, or it stings us. Or simply both.

Sometimes I feel so inspired that I don’t know what do to with it. Sometimes I write, sometimes I play piano. Sometimes I talk to people and inspire them, turning my own inspiration into a contagious disease. Sometimes I look up at the sky, or I stare in wonder at people on the street. Inspiration makes me behave, and it makes me act out at the same time.

So my question(s) usually is(are): what is it about inspiration that makes me feel like this. What does it give me, what does it take away from me? Why am I always -nearly desperately- looking for it? How can I retain it? What do I do when I have it? How do I let it flow and how do I control the madness of having it?

These are all questions which puzzle me. Inspiration is definitely one of my drugs. I always want more, but when I have it, I am never sure about what to do with it. I love it, I have it, I want it, but I also detest it. It aches in me, but I makes me happy at the same time.

Stay close, my friend, but stay away.


Y la vida se nos pasa así…

Hoy estaba pensando que ya llevo aquí en Roma casi un mes y medio. Aún parece que fue ayer cuando salí pitando de Madrid, cargado con sólo dos maletas, pero con una cantidad de bagaje emocional que podía conmigo. Un bagaje emocional que llevaba meses arrastrando, como cuando uno coge un resfriado y no es capaz de soltarlo de ninguna manera.

Septiembre ha sido un mes duro. De hecho, ha sido un mes muy duro. Sentía que todo era nuevo, aunque no lo era. El trabajo, el día a día en Roma y las cosas que me rodeaban eran las mismas de siempre… las mismas de los últimos meses… las mismas del último año… y aún así, no lograba encontrarme con la cotidianidad que tanto esperaba. Roma me envolvió de manera extraña. Ella no me quería a mí, y yo no la quería a ella… Y por otra parte estaba Madrid, el Madrid de mis amores, esa ciudad donde me he sentido en casa siempre desde que llegué, pero que últimamente me rechazaba… como en parte yo a ella… y que aún así, no nos habíamos dicho adiós del todo.

Romper con las cosas es un proceso complicado. Siempre parece sencillo al principio. Uno rompe, y ya. Pero todos los procesos que se desencadenan después son difíciles de entender, y aún más complicados de encajar, y pasa mucho tiempo hasta que uno vuelve a encontrarse bien y entero.

El caso es que en Septiembre me he dado cuenta de lo siguiente: parte de mi familia se ha roto (de nuevo), mi vida personal se ha roto (de nuevo), he roto con mi ciudad, he dejado atrás (que no he roto) con mis amigos y mi familia (de nuevo), y además intento reparar una relación con un sitio que no me ha querido del todo hasta el momento. Heme ahí de nuevo… roto.

Lo bueno es que más roto no se puede estar (¿o sí?). Y que, después de todas las rupturas, uno se remienda, se “parchea”, se pinta y se arregla… y a echar p’alante. Octubre, en cambio, está siendo bueno conmigo.

¿Qué nos traerá el resto de meses?

Happy Celtic New Year!!



I know it’s only 1st November, and we all really celebrate New Year’s day on 1st January, but since a number of years back I have celebrated the entrance to a new year at the beginning of every November, as the celtic tradition indicates. The reason for this is that I was/have been a wiccan for years, even though I don’t practise at all today, and I’m not even sure I believe anymore.

Every Samhain’s night (Halloween night), I usually dedicate myself to honour those of mine who have passed away (and, in my case, they’re most of them). I also meditate about my life and where it seems to be going and, every now and then, I do a little ritual to get rid of things I don’t want in my life anymore and, at the same time, I ask for new things to be brought into my life in the new year.

Every year, surprisingly, I get brilliant results out of this. “This” meaning either my meditating about life, or the actual mini ritual put in place. I envision my life “packed with all these new features” and, eventually, along the year, I get to them. I’ve always been grateful for this. I ask “the universe” to bring stuff into my life, and it does! Whether it’s the universe or it is simply me, conditioning my own mind for a new set of goals, it doesn’t really matter. The important thing is that I ask, and I receive. That’s the beauty of it, really.

Well, this year has been different. I obviously always think of my ancestors, and I wish they’re all well, wherever they are (if anywhere). But this year I haven’t really done any rituals. As of yesterday, or even last week, I was pretty certain of those things in my life which I want to keep, get rid of, or bring into my life. It has cost me months, efforts and even a period of sickness, but come Samhain this year, I was more than ready to start the new year with clear thoughts in my head. And it’s wonderful!

This morning, I woke up feeling 1) grateful, 2) quite confident and, 3) generally happy. One feels great knowing what really is happening in one’s life and where life can get to. I know mine will change across the course of the coming year, but I can’t wait for all these changes to happen. I am starting to see where I want my life to be going towards. And it just feels fine!

So, having said all this, and if I may give out a little piece of advice: stop for a moment, cast a thought towards those ones who are not amongst us anymore, and ask for all those things you want to have in your lives. Just ask! You’ll all see that you will receive, too!

Happy Celtic New Year, everyone! May you have a merry one! 🙂



The need to lie to ourselves

I had an idea… but I had an idea more than a year ago. This idea, which was conceived by my partner and I, consisted of a series of changes that -allegedly- would bring more happiness and satisfaction to our lives. We would move to Denmark… or we would move to another country… but we would leave Spain and go somewhere where we could be something, or at least something “more” than we were/are here in Spain.

At some point between the decision and the actual realization, both my partner and I got new job offers and had to consider what to do next. It’s funny because I remember my own mind trying to convince itself: let’s stay here, let’s try this new opportunity, let’s see what happens, this is so good for you and for your career… C’mon! Forget about Denmark and try this out! And yet again, I have gone with my brains and not my guts. And yet again, I have been so, so wrong.

The need to lie to ourselves is born when a conflict of interests appears. Something doesn’t quite work, and your body is literally screaming out loud (in its own way, of course). Your mind thinks it’s a face, or an idea likely to be discarded, and doesn’t accept the challenge that your body is presenting you with. Your body aches for change, whereas your mind finds excuses not to move. And here starts the eternal dance between what we really want or need, and what we eventually do. We constantly lie to ourselves to justify an inner fear that serves for nothing. We fear new, we fear change, we fear unknown. We fear everything beyond our understanding, and so, our minds respond gentlemanly. They shut fear behind the aspect of a lie, and then they tell us those lies and try to convince us of their existence.

As many people have said to me before, we shouldn’t always listen to what our minds have to say. They’re an instrument, and a very powerful one, but they don’t always serve us well. Sometimes our minds don’t let us move forward. Sometimes our minds create the actual barriers against with we crash once and again. And that’s what’s my mind is doing at this moment of life. My body is definitely saying one thing. It is desperately trying to get the right attention and warn me that the way I’m currently leading my life is not the way that’s going to make me happy. This will lead me nowhere. In the meantime, my mind is creating excuses not to set a course of action. It is only eluding me. It is making my decision-making process even more difficult than it should really be.

Lying to ourselves may save us pain or fear, but lying to ourselves will get us nowhere in life. If only we’re brave enough, we’ll hear what our bodies have to say and only then will we realize that -maybe- what we want is literally in front of our eyes and we only need to give a couple of steps forward to get there.

My advice? Go with your gut… Yep… go with your gut…

La vuelta a la normalidad… o no…

Después de una semana de baja, aquí estoy, escribiendo en mi blog después de meses sin hacerlo. ¡Lo que hace tener tiempo para hacer las cosas que nos gustan!

Hace algo más de una semana estaba en Roma, trabajando. Llevaba allí unos diez días seguidos, y empezaba a notarme al borde de mis fuerzas (y mi paciencia). Fue entonces cuando mi cuerpo decidió tomarse unas vacaciones y advertirme -ya no por las buenas- que cerraba por vacaciones.

Volé de vuelta a España como pude, en pleno apogeo de un virus que me ha tenido en casa, de baja, durante una semana. Y es ahí donde empieza lo divertido.

Primera baja por enfermedad de mi vida… ¿qué hago encerrado en casa durante una semana? Pues lo que mejor se me da: darle vueltas al coco. Comienzo a pensar en mi vida, en el lugar donde estoy después de aquella época de finales del año pasado, donde me cuestionaba todo. ¿La diferencia? Ninguna. Un año más tarde y no sólo me doy cuenta de que sigo en el mismo sitio, sino que en muchísimos aspectos estoy peor, y sólo en uno o dos estoy algo mejor.

Vamos a hacer recuento:


1) Mejor sueldo

2) Trabajo internacional y viajes


1) Cero tiempo para mí, para mi familia o amigos

2) Nunca estoy en casa

3) Cuando estoy en casa, siempre estoy cansado

4) No he aprendido nada y no parece que esto vaya a llevarme a ningún sitio interesante

5) No se me han quitado las ganas de volar y buscarme las castañas en otro sitio, como habíamos decidido Rafa y yo hace tiempo.

¿El balance? Pues claro está. No estoy donde quiero estar o como quiero estar, y ante esta claridad de percepción, no puedo hacer otra cosa que ser sincero conmigo mismo y considerar cómo proceder. El problema es la serie de incógnitas que me rodean en este instante de mi vida, y cómo ir disipándolas poco a poco.

Tendré que culpar a Saturno y su retorno… porque si no, no me lo explico…

El derecho a amar

Últimamente no hago más que leer o enterarme de noticias o comentarios de odio.

Que si los gays somos esto, que si los gays somos lo otro, que si tendríamos que arder todos en el infierno, que si las mujeres no tienen voz ni voto para decidir qué quieren hacer con sus propios úteros, y así, una montaña de estupideces con un nivel de sensibilidad que roza lo innombrable.

Un cura leonés comenta, sobre un representante del partido socialista que ha afirmado tener cáncer -cáncer, señoras y señores, ni más ni menos- que esto es un castigo divino por ser quien es, de forma natural, e ir contra las directrices de la iglesia. ¡Que la pena capital debería estar impuesta! Sí… yo también me echo las manos a la cabeza…

La cuestión aquí es que todo el mundo tiene derecho a opinar, cosa que yo respeto. Pero hay opiniones que jamás tendrían que salir a la luz. Hay opiniones que pertenecen al siglo pasado, que no hacen ningún bien siendo aireadas en este momento de la historia. Esos individuos que alardean de ellas deberían considerar varias veces las cosas que sueltan por sus poquitos antes de soltarlas.

Resulta que no sólo tenemos que aguantar los abucheos, los malos tratos, el bullying, la discriminación negativa y una serie de casos más, sino que ahora también tenemos que aguantar que gente con una deficiencia de sensibilidad e inteligencia nos diga lo que tengamos que hacer, o que lo que nos ocurre a todos los niveles es porque no respetamos las leyes de la Iglesia o de instituciones afines, ¿no?

Si enfermo, ¿es porque soy maricón?. Si tengo una depresión, ¿es porque soy maricón también? Si algún día me pegan una paliza, ¿será porque soy maricón? Si contraigo HIV, definitivamente es porque soy maricón. Y si muero de forma desgraciada, como empieza a pasar ahora en Rusia, eso sí que es porque soy maricón.

Gente así, con una falta considerable de inteligencia y raciocinio, junto con actos como los de Rusia y su gobierno, nos degradan, nos quitan importancia, nos relativizan a la nada. Decisiones como las de nuestro estúpido gobierno, sobre las leyes del aborto de la mujer y qué pueden decidir ellas o no, son decisiones tomadas con una falta considerable de entendimiento y aprecio por las personas que formamos este país.

Hemos perdido tantos derechos ya… hemos vuelto a una época cercana al franquismo (a lo que seguramente volveremos dentro de no mucho, por lo visto). Como sigamos con esta ola de odio, no va a quedar títere con cabeza para alzarnos de nuevo, y menos aún como un pueblo unido. Aunque esta última parte dista mucho de convertirse en realidad. Nunca hemos sido un pueblo unido, y por lo visto nunca lo seremos.

Dejad de decirnos a quién tenemos que amar. Dejad de decirnos lo que tenemos que hacer para ser personas. Dejadnos tomar nuestras propias decisiones. Nosotros no hacemos daño a nadie, nosotros no sentimos un odio natural hacia todo lo que no entendemos. Dejadnos en paz. Mirad vuestras propias vidas e intentad juzgarlas vosotros mismo, a ver si veis algo que os guste. Nosotros, definitivamente, no.

Tengo derecho a amar a quien quiera, y así voy a seguir haciéndolo. Soy dueño de mi cuerpo y de mi vida, y si vienes a intentar quitarme eso, no atiendo a razones.

Yo soy yo, y tú no tienes voz ni voto.

Destiny’s role

A couple of weeks ago I wrote about decisions to be made… Decisions that seemed to be mine and only mine… But I’m starting to see everything with a different clarity.

Destiny can be tricky. When I was most concerned about deciding something that could change the course of my life, then destiny comes along and slaps me around the face (not with a fish this time, LOL!).

It feels nice when every piece of the puzzle falls perfectly into its own place by itself. Very regularly do we fight against the course of our own lives, when it seems pretty much “talked about and decided”. Sometimes we even think that we have some kind of say. And when we have a say and we “say it”, life manages to bend and –sometimes- break us.

So, this time I’m deciding not to take a stand. This time, I’ve seen clearly what destiny has in store for me. And when put in front of me, I’ve not even judged or questioned what or how I should do. I’ve simply jumped in and let myself be dragged with the whole flow of things.

Do you know how it feels? It feels peaceful. It feels like no matter what I do, I’m being where I am supposed to be. And that feeling… oh, boy, that feeling is utterly satisfying!

So I’m up for the challenge now. Life’s about to change and I’m about to change with it. My world spins once again and my only hope is that I don’t get dizzy with it!

The intangible line between “I want” and “I should”

That seems to be one of those eternal questions, doesn’t it? I’m currently going through what seems to be “the 30s crisis”, whereby I question complete aspects of the person I am and the things I do. This crisis seems to be hitting especially hard when it comes to my professional life.

The big questions I’m having at this point of my life refer basically to what I do as a professional, that is to say, my day-to-day job.

On the one hand, I’m trying to discover whether what I do makes me happy and whether I feel passionate (or at least partly passionate) about it. At this point, I know for a fact that my current situation (job-wise) makes me feel more than unsatisfied. My big question in this case is whether what I do makes me unhappy, or doing what I do WHERE I do it makes me unhappy. That’s a major bridge to cross yet.

On the other hand, it’s seems to be a perfect time for me to analyse what is special about me, what makes me “unique” and what I’m really good at. This is a much more difficult process, a long road to keep on walking. Every person I ask seems to be going through it, no matter whether they’re in their 20s, 30s, 40s…

So, what seems to be the problem here? Is it that our current education systems and lifestyles are depriving ourselves from our very basics? Are we being cut by the same patterns? Why is everybody massively lost and desperately trying to find themselves?

When facing an opportunity like one I’m facing at the moment, I have this big question mark: I don’t want to keep on doing what I’m doing WHERE I’m doing it right now. I simply don’t know if I want to keep on doing what I’m doing. Maybe I’d like to change careers. When facing, let’s say, an interview for a position where you’ll do that same you’ve been doing so far, plus some new development in your careers, plus better conditions, better salary, chance to travel, so on and so forth, yet something inside you seriously rejects it, what is one supposed to do?

Is my “I should” stronger and, somewhat, more valid than my “I want”? Should I just suck it up and move forward? Or should I break from it all and try to re-discover myself, this way trying to redesign my world?

Oh, questions, questions… what a load of them…

— Jorge — (@aboutdotme)


I know, I know… the title seems slightly confusing, doesn’t it? It’s because today I’d like to talk about is a great website / tool / social network where you, as an individual, can create a simple website to introduce yourself to the world. I would actually describe it more like your own on-line, style-packed, full-screen business/personal card.

As a website, it’s very easy to use. Very dynamic, very intuitive, right to the point. You just need to sign up, choose your username -which will also be the name of your page-, choose a background, write a few lines and connect your page to other social networks you belong to, and BAM! You’re ready to go.

As a tool, I didn’t realize at first what its potential was. First of all, it’s a great tool to introduce oneself out to the world. Not only is it an on-line, ready-at-hand business card, but it’s also a fantastic way for people to get to know you. It’s a marvelous marketing idea if you want to offer your services or your own business. In a word: it’s just fantastic!

Here comes the fun of it! As a social network, you are in constant interaction with other people. You can browse other users’ pages, decide if you like them, if you want to compliment them in any way (e.g. saying you like their photos, saying they’re creative, suggesting that you’ve felt inspired by them…) There are many ways of interaction and soon you’ll find you’re flowing with the whole thing. People will quickly compliment you and your page, and this can translate to connecting also in different social networks and widening your contacts, probably around the world.

If you like social media, or technology, or any form of contact or interaction with other people, trust me, you’ll like

So don’t miss it!

— Jorge —