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October 7, 2018
07 Oct 2018

Disappearing #1

1st. Stage_

Start – August 2018

Try to erase all the pictures with my face from all over the internet. (More than 600 pictures I could track and guessing will be more I can not have access because doesn’t belong to my own social media)

Results –

(October 2018)

Still few pictures you can find on Google. I tried to communicate with the the sites and getting reply took me couple of weeks.

Psycologicly speaking the attachment I had to share some moments of my life even I didn’t consider myself as a really active media person was giving me some headaches. Trying to cope with it, I am feeling as I wasn’t in the same level as my virtual community as I can see what they are doing but I feel hidden from them.

Problems –

Dealing with people and friends who don’t understand the implications of the project and kidnap your image (I have few around there in which I could delate my tag but couldn’t get it down from internet) or steal a photo of you or post it without any consultation or agreement from my side

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February 2, 2017
02 Feb 2017

I miss you

Everyday something remind me your presence, everyday I feel you around. But I fucking miss you. 

Since you left something changed inside, not in a bad way, just in a different one. And I’m feeling alone because I have noone to share this or noone I believe could understand it. I know if I’m alone it’s because was my choice and I don’t regret it but I’m still missing you with all the tiny parts inside of me. I try to fill the emptiness you left behind but it’s one of the most difficult task I ever faced. 

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January 8, 2017
08 Jan 2017

Shelter from the Storm, life changing experience. 04.01.2017

Today I met a Nigerian old man who was working as an account around England for his entire life, now he barely can move but has the most amazing smile in the world at 6:00 am in the morning.. also there was a Portuguese woman who is living in Uk for 15 years and the government took off her twins 6 years old kids one year go when she went to ask for help and some benefits. After that, when se was visiting them she realized one of the kids were sexually assaulted in the foster home by the son of the lady responsible of the kids. So she complains to the police, who moved the kids to another foster home but did nothing else and the woman in that house still receiving more kids with her son at the house.

Se was crying while se was telling me this and I think being able to speak with someone in her own language was giving her some relief.

Another woman asked us to cut her mango with some joy I can not even describe it and when we did it she was insisting in sharing it with me, obviously I couldn’t refuse.

So even when they have nothing, they have the ability to share, smile and open their feelings while people with their life sorted they don’t even think about it.

I truly believe I was receiving, that night, more than I was giving. Next day I was feeling tired because in the overnight shift you cant sleep, I only rest for 2 hours around 4 am but for sure I will do it again.

This is NGO, doesn’t receive government founding or is attached to at organisation http://sfts.org.uk/

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December 24, 2016
24 Dec 2016

Journey Spain to London 24.12.16

Firstly, English is not my mother tongue so I should apologize in advance for any mistakes you will find here and I’m pretty sure there will be plenty of them. (Also any help/comments always will be very welcome)

Secondly I start this diary because many of my friends told me I should start to write all my trips. And they are right. So here you can find almost all my adventures from now:

Today I’m leaving Spain after one month and a half. My first stop was in Madrid when I was supposed to stay there just for couple of days but the city trapped me for more than one month. Even I started a job in the national TV (temporarily obviously)

Good to see my people again and challenging after coming back from Indonesia.

Asia was very challenging as well but in someway it changed something inside me, now I can not experience western cities in the same way. It’s hard to explain because is not like I feel I belong there, is more like I lost some connection here, like if I wouldn’t belong here anymore.

Spain always was challenging for me because I never felt it as my home, nothing to do with Galicia, which I always felt as the place that shaped me. But even feeling in that way I could feel the big arms of capitalism around in so many ways I would not have expected, also the frustration of people wanting more and more without realising about how lucky they are.

Really it was choking and not only because I was even more sensitive due the recent death of my beloved father, he wasn’t the biological father but he was the real one. Experiencing his death, while away, also gives you another sight.

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July 25, 2014
25 Jul 2014

Memoria bloqueada

Un recuerdo que sirve para destapar una vida.
Algo tan pequeño tambalea y da sentido, una imagen retorcida sin explicación perpetua que hace entender comportamientos lejanos, cercanos, un allí y un aquí.
Yo decido y como decido uso esa imagen para enfrentarte a ti, a ella, a vosotros, dejaros sin palabras, atragantados con vuestros propios miedos, mierdas y sucesivas historias no resueltas.
Gracias pero no es para mi.
Para mi es lo que estoy viviendo, descubriendo, amando porque pecado es no disfrutar la vida cuando puedes, es enterrar el dolor para no verlo, es ahogar la angustia con hipocresía, es reventar la libertad con una falsa moral. Es simple y llanamente tener miedo y no soltarlo.
Yo decido y por ello decido VIVIR, así en mayúsculas.

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February 12, 2014
12 Feb 2014

María del Carmen y Ramiro

Colaboración el el  BUK Magazín nº 10
Plataforma Wombastic

Ilustración: Raquel Gu
Texto: Alixe Lobato

ilustración de raquel gu y alixe lobato. Pro aborto de la plataforma wombastic

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February 3, 2014
03 Feb 2014

¿Locura o algo más?

Colaboración el el  BUK Magazín nº 4

Ilustración: Paulo Mosca
Texto: Alixe Lobato
Maquetación: Roger Crunch

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December 1, 2013
01 Dec 2013

Tú me miras

Tú me miras, pero miras a todos. No me sirve tu trocito de atención. Me muerdo el intestino y me lo retuerzo, no caeré en tu absurdo juego de egos y vanidades. Por un nanosegundo había pensado en conexión, carnaza de un anzuelo listo para capturar. Ya está, ya se me pasó, es lo que tiene la edad, que da ventaja a la experiencia.

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November 20, 2013
20 Nov 2013

La nada bienvenida.

Intentar pensar en el futuro y simplemente no ver nada, ni claro, ni obscuro, ni gris. Toda tu vida anticipando, haciendo planes, visualizando el mañana para que un día, de pronto, todo se borre y no seas capaz de ver un mínimo resquicio de lo que pudo haber sido o de lo que podría ser, nada, simplemente vacío, que no abismo; una sensación peculiar que alegra mis días porque quita esa pesada losa que implica un futuro, como dice un gran amigo, CARPE DIEM.

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August 2, 2013
02 Aug 2013

Diálogos de lo absurdo (1)

disfraz-aliens

_Estamos conectados de alguna manera…seguro que no eres adoptado? o bien la reencarnación de algún ser alienígena con portentosas capacidades? porque de ser así somos familia, pero no te preocupes que en nuestra raza el incesto está contemplado.

_osea que podemos tocarnos los genitales? yo tengo uno de esos!

_Si claro, lo que no sé es si tiene que ser en esta forma o en la original, por cierto tú lo de las transmutaciones como lo llevas? yo lo intento pero me salen almorranas, creo que del esfuerzo, no sé, debe de haber algo que no hago correctamente desde que estoy aquí no logro cambiar de forma.

_yo lo tengo innatamente en automatico, me cambia solo cuando detecta presencia externa, cualquier presencia, asi al final ni los de mi raza me creen y terminan pegándome, como a un cualquiera sabes?

_sí que es jodido sí, podíamos crear un grupo de autoayuda y luego escribimos un libro de entrevistas a nosotros mismos. ¡Cambio de planes!  podemos crear un grupo de lo absurdo….Diálogos sin sentido, simplemente somos tú y yo hablando de nuestras cosas, ves que fácil?

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