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Month: May, 2014

The brain of a sheep.

There was a man,
With the brain of a sheep,
He’d stand in the road
And cars would beep.

He once made cheese
With the intention to please
But people just laughed
And tickled his knees.

The poor old fella
Had filled a cellar
With manchego, cheddar
And mozzarella.

But no one would try,
They all thought him mad,
And the man with
The brain of a sheep felt baaa’d.


Walky talky.

The thing about footsteps is we can share shoes, 

But we never can share our feet, 

If you follow me, for a mile or three, 

Eventually we’ll meet. 

But, if you walk your own way, 

And if you make your own path, 

When we finish our walk, and start to talk,

We can share stories and laugh. 

And if you get lost sometimes, 

You can always call out to me, 

Because you know that I’ll be there, 

Carving your name into trees.

If we don’t share the load at all, 

The journey hardly seems fair, 

I’ll carry you so you don’t fall, 

If needs be, then all the way there. 

I think you know your real way, 

And I think you know where to go, 

If you don’t move fast, I’ll kick your ass, 

If that’s how you want to know…

You’re barking up the wrong tree, 

You’re begging to feel so free, 

If we walk a while, I’ll make you smile, 

I hope then you’ll surely see. 

The sun.

How close do you have to be,
Before you can hear the sun?
If I was blind, how far would I fly
Before I decided to run?

If you’re feeling ill

If you’re feeling ill,
Don’t open your bills,
They’ll only make you worse,
Instead ask a friend,
To tickle your toes,
So laughter will fly from your purse.
Because money is nothing
In the face of a smile,
Money won’t make you love,
It’s just a part time solution
For those without happiness,
And you’ll never think you have enough.

Half past sleepy.

It’s half past sleepy, 

My words become dreamy,

The rhyme doesn’t stick,

Not even a bit, 

And the worst part is yet to come. 

It’s ten in the morning, 

I’ve just got to work, 

Today might not be so fun. 

My eyes have bought bags, 

To carry the sleep, 

We should have both shared last night, 

So they fall down heavily, 

Still full of dreams, 

And therefore they hamper my sight.

A prominent elbow.

Your prominent elbow, 

Doesn’t just smell though, 

It also tickles my ribs. 

If you say no, 

Then I will say so, 

and pretend to know all of your fibs. 

You shouldn’t hide feelings

You want to be realings, 

Because then they hide themselves.

If you try to hide, 

What’s really inside, 

Your sadness will fill up bookshelves. 

Your books will be sad

When once before, 

The words you had read made you smile.

So give me a kiss, 

No more days will you wish, 

That we could just sit for a while. 



Nearly a year.

About this time last year, I was nearing the end of my stay in Catalunya and wasn’t sure what I wanted to do next. It was a big decision and I was umming and ahing for months and in the end I went back to Bristol and then unexpectedly came back to Spain because I missed it so much.

During this year I have been lucky enough to get a job working with some lovely people and living in a beautiful part of the world, Galicia. It rains a whole lot but the people give of all the sunshine you need with their friendly smiles and musical voices.

So this year I have decided I want to stay here another year. I feel I have still got so much to do and see in Galicia and I have also met some brilliant people in the past few months who make me feel sure I could stay a little longer. I miss everybody back home dearly and I will be visiting them in the summer. Sadly visits to see my pals and family will never be long enough. That’s just life. Luckily we have post and the internet to help us not forget eachother.

In the summer I am also hoping to complete a part of the Camino de Santiago. I figured since I live so close it would be a fantastic way to get to know my surroundings and see the landscapes that roll past the airplane windows, first hand.

So in a year I feel a lot has changed. I’ve been keeping busy and the locals have been keeping me happy. Everyday I know how lucky I am to be here and have friends both here and at home. Albeit my friends here know a much simpler version of me as I can’t always get tithe right words out in Spanish but that’s getting easier as time goes by.

It’s my birthday in a month and people want ideas for gifts. To be honest, I’m pretty content and as such, I’m finding it difficult to think of anything apart from continued friendships and good conversations.

As my Spanish improves my English is rapidly in decline. So if these posts stop making sense that will be my brain telling you that it’s getting old and doesn’t have the electricity it used to 🙂