Friday, 4 December 2009

My Christmas Cards / Mis postales de Navidad

These are the Christmas cards I made in watercolours for 2009/2010. 

Estas son las postales de Navidad que he realizado en acuarela para 2009/2010.

Saturday, 24 October 2009



Dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot. 


Dot.      Sun      Dot.


Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot. 

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dot.


Sunday, 18 October 2009


Without the possibility to go forward or backwards...
The energy is stuck in a frozen point.
It doesn't flow in any direction.
ANY direction is GOOD as long as it FLOWS.
It takes two energies to flow and move on...
:::Hopefulness of disentanglement:::
:::Willingness of liberation:::
...of what has been contained.
Recuperate what has been left behind.
Move on to a different state.

Saturday, 17 October 2009


Old Watercolour

Tuesday, 13 October 2009

The Beetle in the Eye of the White Bear

An innocent beetle was attracted by the warm light of a white candle, 
during a dark, long, cold, quiet and lonely night...
It flew around in the gloom towards its light, dancing and buzzing, 
aroused by the spark of the serene flaming candle.
With curious gentleness it softly landed in the oily wax, 
dying instantly with a last thought of warmness and naivety.

Its death, wasn't in vain.
Death is change.  
It moved to a different state.

In ancient Egypt the beetle portrays the meaning of Life and Regeneration.
This time, this beetle landed in the eye of the white bear,
whom glows inside a golden light,
warmness behind those beautiful eyes...


A watercolour...

¡¡¡Hoy es Martes y 13!!!

The summer is gone

Drawing made with soft oils and scratching...

I'm happy...
But I'm missing something yet. 
It's a secret well kept.
I have the feeling that if I say it,
 it will fade away...

Saturday, 10 October 2009

Number 92

Drawing watercolour number 92.

Release of a sleepless night. 

My thoughts maintain me awake... and I breath and breath, to go back to myself... 

my exhausted body ignores the blessing warm duvet, slave of the woken mind...

Humming like the cars on the street, through the windows, light finally is back.

Sunday, 4 October 2009

Ce que je suis

Animation about a girl who is stalked by a cloud, ...a dark one. Constantly seeking, travelling, experiencing, but the cloud, never leaves her. She finds random beings, characters from a city, whom, from time to time, they bring sunshine for a moment, for meeting again and again, the dark cloud,...

Battles and storms overlaid with small spots of sunshine.   

Friday, 2 October 2009

Underwater portrait

Those bubbles of breath were of my own self 
capturing the reflection from underneath 
within the water stream 
collapsing upwards in movement 
for eventually disappear at contact 
with the air surrounding me...

Movement fades the self into something else.

Sunday, 27 September 2009

The Searcher

Barco / Boat

Hombre trípedo / Hombre en movimiento

Caminante sin destino aparente, con un sinfín de ideas mutantes,
ensombrecido en la búsqueda de un ideal que cae, resurge y vuelve a caer,
que juega y fallece y vuelve una vez más, a hacer cosquillas a esas ideas,
esos sueños de grandes paisajes que avivan el monótono andar de la vida en la ciudad...
de sus gentes, sus palabras perdidas en la lluvia, dragadas en los subterráneos del olvido,
para recordar, cada día, al amanecer, el calor de un alma viva y en movimiento,
el candor de un deseo que, cual combustible, arranca una sonrisa, cómplice de vida.  

Wednesday, 23 September 2009


These hands are footprints of an x ray sketch,
which has viewed the inside hollow of the sorrow,
with no more dead skin than in my borough,
birds and horses have been fetched,
without reason and not for wanting something else, 
hands up, bastard, you're gonna quench my thirst,
bloody nonsense, it's for something else,
slashed dash, smooth soothe,
smile at the smile, I can see it from a mile,
incredulity at your eyes,
the lips towards its final destination,
book of lotsense in modification...

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

Face of Thoughts

I just cooked a lot of IFs.
I condimented them with BUTs.
Stirring them with sighs...

Candles with the shape "?"
lighten up the table...

I dressed it up with my best thoughts,
and sprinkled some fantasies on top...
They look like freckles under the sun of midday
or like a stolen smooth kiss by a dark doorway...

And I stared at the "?"s on the table,
and tried to look into my partner's face,
but he turned to be just a blurred shade,
when letters appeared in the steam itself.

Letters turned into full words,
and words into right answers...
Suddenly I started to hear something...
later realizing my heart was whispering!

At first it was indeterminate nonsense,
then, it turned into comprehensible truth...
And the candles on the table melted,
turning from "?" shape into "!" shape... 


Wednesday, 9 September 2009

Lust for interests

She looks for meaning. He looks for action.

She looks for complicity. He looks for companionship.

She looks for sensitivity. He looks for sensuality.

She looks for protection. He looks for loyalty.

Black & White. White & Black.

Tuesday, 1 September 2009

Lady in Blue

She looks fragile in her skinny shape,

under a relentless sun in the sky,

wandering a vast empty space,

fate and dreams pass by...

Sunday, 23 August 2009

What is LOVE?

This is a French cartoon posted in YouTube by Pearl714,"A quoi ca sert l'amour". A man and a woman and their love madness: They love, they date, they hurt, they fight, they meet again, they fall in love... in its pure madness.

Thursday, 20 August 2009

My cat

These two drawings are of my cat, Rasta.

I can't bring my cat from Spain to London because is unbelievably expensive, with exhausting bureaucracy, for me and for the cat, and a journey full of difficulties, which at the end of the day, the cat has to suffer as well. Is just a cat!!!

The process to bring your cat to England is like if the cat is a suspect of terrorism... and even I have to be pleased, because years ago, pets traveling to UK had to spend a few months on quarantine, in a cage, somewhere Grey.

I'm upset, what can I say, because of that, and other things as well.


Tuesday, 18 August 2009

What goes round comes round

This image is a scene of a part of a garden of a house I lived in. This tree is a Holm oak (encina), and our garden had 38 of those trees. The garden was organized within the trees placement and the house was built in order to have the field containing as much of these trees as possible. My mother planted loads of aromatic bushes and flowers and we left the main field with the majority of trees creating a small Holm oak forest, where we had a hammock in between 2 trees and was the best place for reading, relaxing or drinking a refreshment. The garden was decorated with sporadic pots and amphora like pitchers, as you can see in the drawing, and the paths were delimited with small rocks put in a line drawing the garden's natural shapes. We also had a pond with aquatic plants and small fishes.
We had to sell the house. We accepted an offer of a guy with gold necklaces and rings. We said the condition to sell the house was to protect these trees, which they are classified as protected trees. He accepted, although, he said he will remove a couple of them by being transplanted to another place so he could get more light in the house. Everyone was happy. The house was sold.
My family left to live away and I moved to another house in the same area. A month later, in mid summer, they called me to go there and collect the post. I went to the house, and at first sight, I saw the wood piled up by the front wall. I thought they should be very organized as it was too early to buy wood at that time of the year. When I turned my eyes to the garden I felt my heart stopping out of a sudden.

The field was bare.

The trees were ALL cut, but 4 trees displaced at the corners of the field, and the plants were left to die of drought. 34 Holm oaks.

All the memories were slaughtered in a blink inside my heart, too.

I built a painful knot in my throat and my eyes started to water. The knot affected my breath and adrenaline was flushing through my veins. A classic liar, another bastard. The kind of people you'd like them to disappear from the surface of Earth. All those years caring about something, building it, loving it, shaping it in the tremendous slowness that nature is typical of, ... everything was destroyed now, in a few weeks. The last kind of people you would like to sell your home: the ones are going to destroy it. With my stomach pulled I walked towards his door. I knocked his door. He opened the door. 'Oh, yes, the post... here it is!', he told me with a smile.
The rage I was feeling in those moments was clouding my speech and I didn't really know how to say what I wanted to say. How upset I was. How impotent I felt. I took the post with my both hands, and I looked into his eyes. Tears of rage were falling down my cheeks while I inquired him he lied to us, that he was a bastard and never again I will be pleased to talk to him or his wife, because he was a man without WORD, and that is one of the most disgusting aspects of man.
I turned around and left. He called me later, trying to make me understand that they wanted to live their dreams too and to create their space too, and to built their home as well. He said the house was theirs and therefore, they could do with it what they wanted; it was their property now. Nevertheless, for me, it doesn't forgive him for lying in the deal, when it was so clear, when we had other buyers that loved it as it was, but needed more time to get the money. Who created all this tension? Them, because of lying to get the house as soon as possible? Or us, because we couldn't wait to the other people for over a month to sell the house? When you have a buyer, you sell, isn't it?

Since then, every time I had to pass by the house the knot, the rage and the stomach pulled in aroused in my feelings. I always wished to have the courage to punch the wheels of his car, to draw a graffiti on his fence, or similar stuff that I daydreamed while I passed by. I never did anything. I lived my life and moved on.

Now, 6 or 7 years later, some rumors come to my ears. The house is going to be repossessed by the bank as they can't pay the mortgage, they had arguments and fights with home services suppliers because of not paying bills since a year ago, and the house looks abandoned and very deteriorated. It seems is not their home anymore either.

But I don't care anymore. Or should I dress up like a devil, toast wine with my friends and laugh about them? Anyway, I let the universe do the job. I can build my home everywhere I go, as beautiful as I want, and with all the patience is needed to, a good stateless. ;)

Thursday, 13 August 2009

Free will at Mind

We can't change certain things, but we can change the way they affect to us,
despite how circumstances and experiences have shaped our characters,
there's always something about ourselves that we are able to choose...
We can choose up to which point the situations we go through are affecting us,
and we can choose the responses we give to them...
how we walk in the world, how we listen,
how we say things, how we express out there...
how we wait, how we surrender, how we win...

Monday, 10 August 2009

The Gypsy

Her only home was her people
changing landscapes taught her freedom

wisdom given by the stars at night
charming with her dance at sight

endless traveler broken hearted
wishing Love will come and find her

Saturday, 8 August 2009

Will and Love

Themes are will and love can reach the unreachable!
Sub themes... death, regeneration, continuity, challenge,
and achievement under extreme difficult circumstances.
Enjoy :)

Things tend to balance

When something happens,
another thing happens that compensates the other...
even when you don't realize at first time,
not necessarily what your ego would love to happen,
but just the necessary thing for getting you balanced again...
everything is connected
one thing leads to another

Thursday, 6 August 2009

My Store :)

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Sunday, 2 August 2009


1. Lack of clear or adequate communication.
2. An unclear or inadequate communication.

1. When you try to get someone closer and you put him/her away with what you say, even if you intentions where positive.

2. When the person who gets the message gets its completely wrong, or as an offense due is not receptive at that moment or is passing through a negative time...

3. When the person is not in the same vibe as you.

4. Because it wasn't the moment?

5. Because the person doesn't really care and everything before, that seemed to care, was all bullshit.

6. Because when this happens, it hurts a little bit. So after that, the misscommunication continues.

7. Because the other person simply doesn't want to communicate.

Friday, 31 July 2009

Square Dance

Another example of relationship of movement with the music. In this case, the video is made of still photographs, and the music is Debussy. The choreography is classical and very fun to watch. The key is the use of simple elements that create an intricate structure of simplicity and varied movement material in terms of directions, floor patterns, relationships between the subject in movement and its response to the possibilities of shape, dynamics, structure...

Exploding Star

This is a photo taken by the X-Ray Telescope Chandra (NASA) of an exploding star...

Sometimes there are no words worth to describe the beauty nature is able to produce.
So, at times is better to say nothing, and let the things to be.


Reproduction of one of Osho's Tarot cards.
A present I made for my mother.

Thursday, 30 July 2009

TRON has a remake

The film TRON (1982) is the original one. As I can see, Jeff Bridges repeats in the cast. Is going to be released in 3-D, which makes the chance to watch it in IMAX a very exciting and tempting experience...and is going to be called TRON Legacy (2010/1). The 3-dimension is quite a good idea, as a step ahead, or as an evolution, as I remember from the first film a certain two-dimension quality in the graphics...


This video about colour follows an impeccable relationship with the music in a very simple movement pattern in terms of directions, but it turns to be visually very entertaining, and the movements of the colours dissolving in the aquatic medium is kind of hypnotic. Watch it:

I found this in a very cool blog: Lameplay © International Humor

Wanting It All

I'm glad to find I'm not the only one. Here's someone else.

Some music about wanting:


Summer thoughts

Tribute to Richard Long

Bus 29 from Green Lanes to Camden Town. Tooth moment. Bloody gum.
Camden stables eating Chinese food. Walk in between still horses.
From the Stables to Primrose Hill.
Pub and half pint moment watching heavy rain beat the empty tables of the garden terrace. Photo moment.
The camera cannot catch the rain.
Walk to the park hanging around. Diana takes photos of small details. Usafis call regarding VIP upgrade for Green Card. Shop moment. Shell puller.
Boy moment Modern purchase: Futurism Com.
Walking from Primrose Hill to Camden Station through the canal. Pirate Castle. Laura calls. News are that the tent traveled to Scotia. Arrive to the station, walk 4528143 emergency steps, jump on the tube. Newspaper moment. London Paper, London Lite.
Change at Euston & get off at Notting Hill.
Walk from Notting Hill to Portobello.
Coffee moment. SMS moment.
Primi plomillo :-)
Primi chochillo :-x
Walk up the road to bus stop not in use but in use.
Primi con correa
La risa.
Laugh Out Loud
Sloane Square
L'Etoile, Waikiki and President.
Pink hydrangeas to flower-power church.
Walk through Holbein & Ebury towards Belgravia.
Arrive in Victoria. Trip sense moment.
Silencio by Ojos de Brujo.
Sin documentos
Puerto Rico by Vaya con Dios
My favourite tree is the Flamboyan.
Singing moment: Copa Rota. Milonga del Marinero y el Capitán.
Primi plomillo in her full splendor.
Arrive to Kings Road. Walk through the streets and sculptures. Saatchi Gallery.
Memories of Cordoba. Water sound moment.
Walk to Westminster.
Guard is afraid, but is closed. No bins: Can left on top of a box.
Big Ben. Walk by the river. Changing colours building: Dark pink, Green, Blue, Orange.
Boats & Dark Water. R.S. Hispaniola
Tourists ask for directions.
Walk towards Charing Cross.
Rubén is playing cajón in the streets with other musicians. Arabic rhythms.
Ya Rayah, a song I danced so many times.
Pizza moment. All in halves.
Walk to Trafalgar Square. Get on Bus 29.
Bus moment. Boy with bendy bike. Lovers lost in between many solitaires.
Lights through the windows.
Thinking moment. Relax.
Arrive to Green Lanes.
Writing moment. Cars humming in the streets.
Thinking moment. Relax.
Diana sleeps.
The day rests.

Monday, 27 July 2009

Square Rain, Square London



Formentera, the beautiful island.
The soul of the Mediterranean...
Our small little treasure, The Balear Islands...

The good things never end
if there's something that helps you remember.

Lo bueno nunca acaba
si hay algo que te lo recuerda.

View of Es Vedrá from Ibiza

Friday, 24 July 2009

Green Mermaid

This is the Princess of What Is Forgotten
No one knows her real age
Some they say she lives forever

Those who see her lose their memory
She soaks the pain out of your soul
if there are tears, she takes them all

Sweet eyes and lips, she whispers softly
as tears and sorrows make her happy
sudden splashes bright her flakes

Those who are happy are pretty safe
of forgetting all the way
As sadness is what she just takes
with peaceful charming face

Thursday, 23 July 2009


Remembering what it felt like the biggest of the commitments.
When a passion becomes a burden?
The importance of unimportant things.
My world vs. The world.

And then release it.
And I still have a long road to drive.
Is not the same place.

Getting in it through a different perspective.
It feels all I already drove, is fading away.
For GOOD and that's GOOD

Road to Unknown Land. I can't find a map for that.
Although the roads are still roads.
I can remember all landscapes.
I'm willing to see the new ones.

Connecting with my mind.
As long as I can imagine, I can taste and feel.
Exchanging with the real one.

Thursday, 16 July 2009

Yes Yes

Yes Yes
Yes Yes Yes
Yes Yes Yes Yes
Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes
Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes
Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes
Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes
Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes
Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes
Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes
Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes

Is that clear?

Monday, 13 July 2009


This is my cousin. She comes from the Asturian galaxy of Oviedus-O! From time to time she lands in London for extraterrestrial studies of human banalities.
Joder tía, si recibes esto, a ver si nos ponemos en contacto, no hay manera de pillarte por banda, coño.

Theatre: Pay as much as we're worth

Third person Theatre Company performed at The Roebuck last night, as part of the London Bridge Festival. They create plays 'on the go' through improvisation, with a beginning, a development and an end. It's not as usual forms of improvisation where the audience is involved by proposing a theme to start, (like Imprevis) but themselves establish a theme and they develop the characters and the story line *live*, linking what they have improvised from the start.

Pay as much as we're worth is their suggestion, once you've seen the show. Pay little if worths little and much if worths loads. Certainly these things of improvisation can be really good and sometimes really flat. They work in a more paused way as I'm used to see in improvisation. Yesterday's play was about relationships in many different stages through 7 characters. So it started with a couple of scenes, followed by short monologues which placed the characters on a moment of their lives and telling something about their background and personality, and then the play followed. It was dynamic with loads of scenes, but at the end I found it took sometimes long time, which is the risk you take when things are not set up sharply, so the scenes can vary in length... I would like have seen more 'passion' or energy also... Overall, it was good experience. I enjoyed it.

Sunday, 12 July 2009

San Fermín: Blood and Culture

So the 6th "encierro" (which means running of bulls through the streets) of San Fermín, famous festivities in the city of Pamplona, north Spain, have left a trail of blood, ... as usual.
In this party, there are many "encierros" and people dress in white with a red scarf and run in front of the bulls. From time to time someone gets caught. This man in the photo, was caught and has serious injuries, the horn hit on his lungs, broke toracic tissue and broke a rib, plus he has a 15cm (5.9 inches) deep wound in his bum caused by the horn. He is in intensive care. Others have been hit as well, but not as bad as him.

Oh! Do you want to see how it happened? Then click here, and play the video.

What happened is that the group of bulls had a collision and ended a few on top of each other, then they kept running towards the bullring, but there was one of them that when it stood up it faced the wrong direction and was left alone as the other bulls kept running. His name is Ermitaño (Hermit), and he was looking confused, and as these bulls are trained to fight (that's why is called a "brave bull") that's what it does when he sees himself on his own surrounded by a crowd of people shouting, pulling his tail, and being hit with sticks. So this poor man was on the way... I think he's lucky he's alive, though. Actually is worth to say that these bulls are Miura bulls (also called the "Bulls of Death", because of their ferocity and because they are responsible of many bullfighters deaths)...

There's many people in Spain which doesn't agree with this culture of us of bullfighting, bull-bullying and blood culture. I am one of them. This issue is very commented, and many argue that the brave bull is trained for the fight, and if this tradition wouldn't exist, neither the brave bull would.

Thursday, 9 July 2009

The Feather - 3

The Feather - 1
The Feather - 2

-'We are here! In the garden!', her mum shouted from the other side of the house.
-'We found a treasure! Look! A metallic feather!', she shouted excited while she was running across the house to the garden, where her parents were reading newspapers under the sun of the evening.
She started to tell the whole story, half babbling, excited, with her eyes very open about her findings in the forest. She showed them the feather, and her father looked at it impressed of the strange object. He grabbed it and looked at it closer. The feather reflected the light of the dying sun and it changed colours with the iridescence.
-'And you can listen to it! It has music! Listen!, so they all got quiet to listen. The breeze waved the feather gently and a very low sound came from it, yet audible for the three of them...
-'This is amazing!', her father said, 'It seems to be made of metal, but, how is possible? metal doesn't have this movement properties..., and I can't really explain the sound at all'
-'Let me see?...', she grabbed it and looked at it very observant, 'We can take it to the laboratory to study it and see what is made of', her mother said, 'In the main time, have a shower, as we are going to have dinner soon'.

After dinner Luna was told to go to bed. She was so excited about 'the treasure' she couldn't stop talking about it. Her parents kissed her forehead lovingly, once she got into bed.
-'Now sleep, so tomorrow we'll find out more of it', her mother whispered. She sighted and with a smile, she closed her eyes. Her parents switched off the light and left the room. It took a while to fall asleep thinking about her little adventure, but eventually she fall in a deep dream...

She awoke gently by a voice calling her name, it was a soft singing voice. She opened her eyes and she found herself laying in a field of grass under a soft light. The field covered the whole horizon line and a cool breeze blew her hair softly bringing words from the distance. Shila was happily running around. She looked around and felt scared not knowing exactly how she got there. She breathed deeply and listened to the words coming from the breeze... 'Luna, ...Luna'.

All of a sudden, Shila barked and stared at a hill in the distance. Luna realized it was the direction the breeze and sound were coming from. She turned around and looked in the distance. There was something bright on the top of the hill, but she couldn't figured out what was it. Shila run towards it and Luna shout her name to stop her and remain with her, but the dog run fast across the field towards the bright light. She heard the soft voice once again 'Luna, ...don't be scared'. The brightness started to move towards her slowly coming down the hill, and while it was getting closer started to get some shape. Shila reached the shape and started to walk side by side with it towards her. The closer it got, the clearer it turned. It was a big thing in comparison with the size of Shila, but for some reason she was feeling calm. When the shiny figure was at a certain distance it started to take the shape of a horse. Luna realized that the horse was like the feather, the iridescences run through its body in such a beautiful way. The beautiful horse stopped in front of her and with bright blue eyes he looked at her lovingly. 'My name is Altai', the words came out of him, but she couldn't see he was moving the mouth to pronounce them... She looked at him for a moment intrigued and smiled, 'I'm Luna, and this is my dog, Shila'. Altai neighed softly, like if it was a soft laugh, and said, 'I know, I was expecting both of you...'.

To be continued...

Wednesday, 8 July 2009

This Was Now - Exhibition

The Sartorial Contemporary Art gallery has an exhibition THIS WAS NOW - The Russell Herron Collection 8 -30 JULY TUE -SAT 12:30 – 6PM curated by artist Harry Pye.

The selected work involves themes of history, location and identity, following the death of London artist Russel Herron. The private view was on Tuesday and many people assisted as usual, friends, colleagues and others. Rainy day in London.

Sartorial Contemporary Art gallery
26 Argyle Square, London WC1H 8AP /
King's Cross

Amendment: On the 3rd pic, that one of Karen Eklund, is "Oil on Baking paper". That may be a mistake from the web. Ta

Costume design: Oriental Fantasy 2

Costume design: Hathor

Costume design: Oriental Fantasy

Costume design: The Fertile Ivy

Idea for costume design.

Friday, 3 July 2009

A life full of LOVE

The last poll was the following:

A great life is...

A life full of love
A life full of adventure
A life full of achievements
A life full of opportunities

A 62% voted for a life full of love... The rest of votes were quite equal, followed by a life full of opportunities.

I voted for a life full of adventure, but I have to recognize, that a life full of love is what I thought on first hand...

Black Henna: A CON

I was thinking about dying my hair with black henna, assuming it was a good idea due its organic nature. I went to the shop and bought a package... While I was at home, I read the components and I jumped when I read it had barium peroxide in the formula, which is a bleaching agent.
I went back to the shop with the product, which was the blue one of this photo, and got my money back.
I went back home made a quick research, just to find out that black henna doesn't exist naturally. There are several brown to red tonalities of the original henna, but 'the black one' is mixed with strong chemicals, Para-phenylenediamine and can be very dangerous to the skin.
Surfing the blog community I found out the nightmare this woman suffered caused by a henna tattoo done in a vacation in Zanzibar. Black henna can cause severe allergic reactions, leave scars and further adverse reactions.

Comic: Breaking Barriers

Amnesty International has released a short comic for the campaign Stop Violence Against Women.

They have a section explaining that violence stops girls going to school and they have released a short comic 'BREAKING BARRIERS Safe Schools: Every Girl's Right' which you can view on line.

I agree every parent, teacher and tutor should spread the word, because is more about knowing your rights and demand them whenever the situation is required in order to change things.

It's as important to educate the new generations in this endless 'work in progress' of human rights as to protect them against any harm.

Thursday, 2 July 2009


Wisdom is observation, involves listening and reflecting.
Wisdom needs right actions to be shown to others.
Wisdom also involves non action at certain moments.
From a balanced mind, right actions are easily achieved.
Simplicity is the key.

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