Fear

Fear of a cold cup of coffee.

Fear of a warm glass of beer.

Fear of a broken cigarette.

Fear of being alienated.

Fear of forgetting who stood by me but now's not.

Fear of don't forget and be consumed by memories.

Fear of don't walk under the rain.

Fear of relapsing.

Fear of warm temperatures and blue sky.

Fear of losing my critical capacity.

Fear of dead nature and desert landscapes.

Fear of throwing my teddies.

Fear of spoiling ten years playing the violin.

Fear of losing artistic and compositional creativity.

Fear of losing myself in a black hole of irrationality.

Living in Spain or abroad?

    When I was a child, I used to be scared of movings. I used to think in all the consequences it would have if we moved: I would have to make new friends -something difficult considering that I used to be really shy-, I'd have to leave my school, my conservatory... Generally, I'd have to leave behind a lot of things to which I was accustomed and I loved and keep going, and that had me terrified.
    One day, my nightmare came true and we moved. I cried for a week or two, I couldn't sleep, I was never hungry... I was deeply sad. But I made new friends soon, and I accustomed to my new life bit by bit.
    Nowadays, I'm not afraid of this. I'd love to live in other countries if it were possible. I'd like to live in Cuba, Italy, England, Ireland, Scotland, Finland, or Sweden... I think it would bring me a lot of knowledge about other cultures and new enriching experiencies. But, at least by now, I think I'd come back to Spain, mainly because I've got all my life here.
    Namely, nowadays I think I would live in another country for a year or maybe more, but not for the rest of my life.