I'm aware, I'm conscious, I'm practicing Yoga Nidra

One of the best things that has ever happened to me, apart from the birth of my beautiful nephew, is Yoga Nidra. This is a practice explored and developed by Swami Satyananda Saraswati. It consists on relaxing the whole body, having a special awareness of every part, every chakra and even visualizations of different colours and images.

Some months ago, I should say, many month ago -phew- I was having trouble sleeping, and so I was practicing Yoga Nidra following Swami Yanakananda's CD. I got so used to it that normally I go to sleep listening to Yanakananda. I have to confess that this is not the purpose of Yoga Nidra. In this kind of yoga you should not fall aleep. Ideally you need to remain completely aware of all the process. I love cheating on that one though.

Even though I don't know him personally, I have learnt a lot from Swami Yanakananda, because I have his book of yoga, which is excelent. Although I also have the one by the Bijar School of Yoga in India, I think Yanakananda's is very accessible and practical, as it doesn't put preasure on you. He believes that yoga can be practiced daily, without having to become something terribly difficult. I believe so as well. (It should be noted here, however, that Swami Satyananda Saraswati's book is the bible of yoga. That means to say it contains all the asanas and it also explains Pranayama, Mudra and Bandha).

So today, as I was on my way to my beautiful Swami Pragyamurti's class and I was crossing the park I was thinking about a new professor that came to teach at our school. I was curious about her because I read in the newsletter that she trained with Swami Yanakananda in Sweden.

To my surprise Swami Pragyamurti couldn't give us the class because her family was visiting and the professor I had been thinking about took over the class. It was very interesting to see the different approach towards asanas and meditation. There was a lot of focus on the lenght of every position and we had to make some mental adjustments at Yoga Nidra.

I can only say that I'm thankful for this experience. And I have to confess that I love Yoga Nidra because it relaxes me like nothing in this world.

Finally after all the pain

I sould be on my way to the Drama Department in Goldsmiths to hand in my essay...instad i surrender to the temptation of citing Marcus Aurelius, who always saves me when I need him:

For Bunny:

Pain of hand and foot is nothing unatural, so long as hand and foot are doing their own work. Likewise no pain is contrary to the nature of man, as man so long as he is doing man's work. As if it accords with nature it cannot be an evil.

Lev and boB

The baby boys that are driving me crazy

Bunny and Clyde have made my days in London happier, sunnier, funnier and chocolatier. Oh! those two are gonna kill me with the lovely Turkish coffe and the Serb-Croatian chocolate..........................................'You are my man', said Bunny when she realised I'm a coffee addict. I just met the woman two days ago and I already love her. When we said goodbye tonight she hugged me with her strong arms. I dunno why I have always felt confortable in the company of sweet big women.

you can tell by my smile that i'm a child ;)
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realisation : paul macartney and ringo star are the only beetles in the world and they fly behind the moon
;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;things that bunny clyde and i have in common:

the three of us are girls
the three of us had polished nails in red and pink
the three of us love chocolate
the three of us love coffee
the three of us have heard a lot about Russian theatre director Lev Dodin
the three of us like black and white movies
the three of us say a lot of stupid nonesense

Horace Andy at the Jazz Cafe in London Town

Last night I went to see Horace Andy at the Jazz Cafe and I realised I am a real fan of his because I knew every single song he played. His band is absolutely amazing, his voice is in perfect shape, he is just the most beautiful performer in the world. His face is so lovely, his smile, OH I'M IN LOVE AGAIN!

He sang two of my favorite songs which go like this:

Naughty naughty naughty
Young girl, pretty young girl
Walking down the street
Oh you're looking so sweet


and like this:

Mama didn't tell me that you were so lovely
The reason why you wanna give me fever
In the morning
You wanna give me fever in the evening
In the night

The only thing I can say is that Horace Andy es amor. On our way to the concert my two friends and I took a walk down the cannal and we had a lovely time because there are many boats harbouring there and it's a very romantic view. Suddenly we got very near the London Zoo, and we saw the birds and the hienas and boars all together playing with each other! After that we realised we were gonna be late and the only thing I remember is that on our way back I was laughing and laughing and my eyes were about to close.

Acerca del culebron colombiano

Hasta que la plata nos separe es un culebron colombiano comiquisimo. Despues de casi tres anios de no ver la television me encuentro cautivada. Comparado con las telenovelas mexicanas, este culebron es realmente una genialidad. Tengo acceso a los videos que se alquilan en algun lugar de Elephant and Castle (donde venden varios productos latinoamericanos en Londres) gracias a mis nuevas flatmates. Desafortunadamente la imagen es en blanco y negro, pero eso no le quita merito a un medio que es meramente narrativo, en mi opinion. Aunque es evidente que las actrices tienen que ser practicamente modelos, las actuaciones son excelentes. El manejo del dialogo, de la gestualidad y la parodia es sobresaliente. Ademas no tiene la mojigateria disfrazada de ingenuidad que tienen las telenovelas mexicanas. Tengo que decir, sin embargo, que los galanes de la novela son bastante feos, sobre todo si se les compara con las actrices, que son guapisimas (una de ellas, por ejemplo, Marcela Carvajal, no le pide nada a la popular ex spice girl Posh). Eso es decepcionante, ya que deja ver el sexismo que existe en la industria telenovelera latinoamericana, asi como el tipo de demandas fisicas a las que tienen que someterse las mujeres.

(Fin de la pequenisima resenia del culebron... mis flatmates colombianas son fans. Me pregunto si Garcia Marquez ha estado dando talleres de escritura entre los guionistas del culebron colombiano. No lo dudaria).

As I try to write an essay for uni about Robert Wilson I can't help thinking of Mafalda's comic strip -?- where Miguelito asks something like: What does a donkey need to be a donkey? Be a donkey, What does a bee needs to be a bee? Be a bee......human beings are the only animals that need to do other things than just being.

Tell me something, do you love her, does she love you too? like I love you? Is it true that there are worse things in this world? Is it true that there are worse things in this world? worse than loving someone who loves someone else?
-----------If my new flatmate, a very down-to-earth Colombian WOMAN read my blog she would say: A ver Andreita, aterrice! (I adore her). The flat where I'm living is like a capsule of Latin American sabooooor.

My Space......................

I just received an e-mail from Belle & Sebastian and they sent me the link their space! I think the selection of the songs is absolutely adequate, those four songs are my favorite, each and everyone, check them out:

HAVE A NICE DAY ALL OF YOU!

Heiner Machín

OH, Heiner, the whole world for a real happy moment. Would you like to smoke another cigar? I'll light it up for you in November.

.....................there is misery in all I hear and see

oh my god

tired......................but strangely in a good mood. the good mood must be due to the fact that i spent the day with one of my classmates from uni.........she's a very sweet girl. with big blue eyes. i'm so afraid to use prepositions in english.............or even to use english when i write. i sent a friend an e-mail the other day and at the end of it i said sorry i have to run coz they're kicking me out from the internet cafe. and exactly when i sent it i thought to myself: they don't kick you out from somewhere but out of somewhere...then i saw that in a recent post i wrote the most hot sun, instead of the hottest sun. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. It stresses me a little bit. Ok i have to say that it does actually stress me. my flatmate is French but she's so fluent in Italian and Spanish that i'm getting a complex -one more for the collecxion! my beautiful favorite zebra also has terrible errores ortograficos. i realised that my beautiful favorite zebra is so beautiful because she can't stress about such stupid things. i hate that zebra because she's careless, but i love her exactly for the zame reason........................................................
for some reason OH MY GOD is an expression that's been in my head for the last two weeks..............................................................it's such an american expression, innit? american influences............................ new yorky influences........................................................well, i'm starting to like it.

--------------it's sunny in london. and i just realised i'm starting to know the city a little bit more. the bike is the best thing that has happened to me these days.

Y a quien extranias mas? que pregunta tan descarada & Asino de Paola Pivi

A random title for a post not about but about a brilliant artist! I saw her work in Frieze magazine. The cover of this month has the picture of a leopard walking on capuccinos. The delicacy of the foam and the inevitable clumsiness of the paw is more than tender, shame I couldn't get that image... but I got this one which is also very sweet. 'You can say, I'm a lonely sailoooooooor' was the tune in my head as I was riding my flatmate's Brompton all the way to Bricklane. I had to go back to the old neighborhood to drop a couple of bad movies in one of those little doors where you leave movies when you're late. One of the movies was called something like Je t'aime Moi Non Plus by Gainsburg, with his gorgeous wife Jane Birkin, and another one called something like We all know that song -can't remember the title in French. Both of them were absolutely horrible.

El leopardo pisacapuccinos. Sometimes I think some people are like leopards just stepping on capuccinos without even noticing. Grrrr.

It's only one day and I already miss the East end.

For years and years I dreamed of being

Beautiful

So I ran away -FROM yOU- TO bERLIN
And visited the tombs of a couple of great men
--Bertolt Brecht and Heiner Muller&&&&&
(UNFAITHFUL AS HE WAS, BERT AND HELENE WEIGEL REST IN PEACE UNDER THE SAME PIECE OF EARTH)

Surprises awaited me in the graveyard
Little stones were put over the GRAVESTONE
heated by one of the hottest suns
ever

It was the summer
of 2003

I prayed just because I WANTED TO PISS THEM OFF

I don't think any of those two liked God that much.

From mULLER'S Hamlet-machine:

I was Hamlet. I stood at the shore and talked with the surf BLABLA, the ruins of Europe in back of me. The bells tolled the state-funeral, murderer and widow a couple, the councillors goose-stepping behind the highranking carcass' coffin, bawling with badly paid grief WHO IS THE CORPSE IN THE HEARS/ABOUT WHOM THERE'S SUCH A HUE AND CRY/'TIS THE CORPSE OF A GREAT/GIVER OF ALMS the lane formed by the populace, creation of his statecraft HE WAS A MAN HE TOOK THEM ALL FOR ALL. I stopped the funeral procession, I pried open the coffin with my sword, the blade broke, yet with the blunt remainder I succeded and I dispersed my dead procreator FLESH LIKES TO KEEP THE COMPANY OF FLESH among the bums around me.

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AH THE WHOLE GLOBE FOR A REAL SORROW*