When I woke up -feet on the cold marble ground- the first day of this year, it was too late for having brakfast with His New Presence, and maybe also for dividing some kind of lunch and sharing some nice words; so for admitting my personal fault and beg my pardon to Him and correct my lazy start, I made with the remaining parts of a lentils mousse and what was inside the wok of some other cereal and vegetable stuff cooked the Previous Dead Year, a nice pie, and I offered it to the New Year Gods of The Bright New Year represented in the altar by some dozen of winged angel heads, a yellow Jesus, a clay Buddha with a hole in his hand for holding incense, some flying sheeps, two mexican skull heads and the black spiders shadows eating each other meaning the beautyfullness of natural symbiosis of life and death. A good beginning not? Someone could say that I had to do some noodles or springrolls or lasagne or pasta con melanzane alla parmiggiana or some spaghetti or a moussaka or a bottle of Pepsi or some of my nails or the nails of my brother or a nicer pie anyway, but it was the meaning of the gesture, not the pie itself -the important thing- I thought looking at the belly of Buddha that seemed to accepted my present as a very delicious thing. So, to everybody there reading our blog, our narration of what does it mean for us as - ensemble - moving to Vienna in a few days, starting and building up from nothing with as resources embodied in us love and creativity: We wish you a really olimpionic and spectacular year remembering You that a sword is useless in the hands of a coward.
