Friends, Amigos, Amies...

I found, finally, some minutes to come and update my blog...here you have some pictures of the ones that make my life easier in Jordan...yesterday I went to Abdoun, the rich area of Amman, for the first time...you cannot even imagine the cars, the houses, the people...rich Jordanian kids eating in Pizza Hut and shopping in Guy Laroche...the difference between the poor and the rich did not seem so evident or astonishing until I arrived to this neighbourhood...Casablanca came to my thoughts...They won again...Just think that there is people here earning the equivalent to 100 euros per month, and the city is as expensive as Lisbon...

Oh well, here you have some pictures of my buddies, ainda tenho saudades vossas y me muero de ganas de volver a Europa, but there is a dream to fight for...

Desnuda:

Desnuda eres tan simple como una de tus manos:
lisa, terrestre, mيnima, redonda, transparente.
Tienes lيneas de luna, caminos de manzana.
Desnuda eres delgada como el trigo desnudo.

Desnuda eres azul como la noche en Cuba:
tienes enredaderas y estrellas en el pelo.
Desnuda eres redonda y amarilla
como el verano en una iglesia de oro.

Desnuda eres pequeٌa como una de tus uٌas:
curva, sutil, rosada hasta que nace el dيa
y te metes en el subterrلneo del mundo

como en un largo tْnel de trajes y trabajos:
tu claridad se apaga, se viste, se deshoja
y otra vez vuelve a ser una mano desnuda.

Pablo Neruda