It was the final of the Champions Barça VS Madrid, I was going with the Barça, it was in 1992 and in the minute 94 of the game. I was on the edge of the area, I controlled the ball,  I was gonna kick, but someone kicked me in the shin, the referee dick penalty.

 I took the ball with my hands, caressed it, I planted it at the penalty point, referee used his whistle , I went to shoot…

A spontaneous spiked the ball right then and my shot was an excrement, no one noticed. We lost that game and now I’m 62 and you’re not even talking about me anymore.

Pseudònim: LF

Two hundred years ago, there was a famous french artist. He lived with his sister called Mannon, in a beautiful cottage in a village near Rome. He spent the whole day drawing rough pictures and paintings while Mannon went shopping food or doing house work. Then he sold pictures to rich men that liked art. One day, Mannon was walking in the Central Square, when, suddenly she came across with a strange brush. She decided to buy as a present for her brother’s birthday. The next morning after his party, he woke up earlier, at 6 pm, for paint with his new brush. He decided to paint his sister with a new boyfriend. In the lunch time, Mannon told him that her boyfriend was coming that afternoon, because she wanted present to him. At the moment, his face went pale and Mannon thought of his brother didn’t like the idea. The artist woke up to his reaction hadn’t pleased his sister. Before it was too late for cleared up this understanding, he explained everything.

Pseudònim: Artist

Today is April 23, or like everbody says, today is Sant Jordi. Like every year all the couples go out to the street with a rose and a book, like Valentine’s Day, and personally i hate this for several reasons, the first one is that i don’t have boyfriend and father, so nobody give me a rose except my mum and me i can’t buy and give away a book, the second one is that i don’t like this tradition, i like it more someone give me a book than a rose, the rose in one mounth at most die and the book stay forever, why the girl the rose and the men the book? and the last one, is that this day it makes me remember Valentine’s day, and i hate this day because i want a boyfriend and only make that i want to cry. So i can’t only say one thing, happy saint Jordi day!

Pseudònim: AG

A long time ago, in a nearby village, there was a young angry boy. The town was called something like “Sant Cugat”, or “Ciutat Dormitori”. In this city, where the boy had grown up and loved, the boy and his friends wanted to go out. But they just couldn’t. No. They could only go to the outskirts, where only a heteropatriarchal model of partying was allowed and sexist advertising was displayed. To make things even worse, they couldn’t make any sound after ten o’clock in the town center, where they lived. Can you believe that?
When he was a child, he had never noticed the problem, and as the years went by, he eventually forgot about it. He married another boy, made a family and lived happily ever after. But the young people of the town wouldn’t, not until the town council would hear them.

Pseudònim: Wilted Baobab

Once upon a time, there was a little girl that loved the colour pink. She wear everything pink, her bag was pink, her shoes and everything was in that colour. She grew up and she brought a new pink car. She fell in love and every present she wanted it had to be pink. Her boyfriend got tired of her and she cried and cried but her tears were blue and she stopped. On her 21th  birthday her mom gave her a red dress and she got aggressive. Then she started to imagine her life without the pink. And one day she was in her bedroom when suddenly she felt tired out and threw away all her things. Finally she started to dress with all the colours and she went more creative!

Pseudònim: Island

To have wings again? Why? To hurt them myself? I don’t want to feel that pain ever again. My feelings depend on you, so if you are happy, I am happy as well, and if you are not, then I’ll do whatever to draw in your face a smile again. That smile that I love so much.

Pseudònim: Gat galàxia