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Swimming across long distance (4000 meters – 2 mi 854.45 yd ) “Proyecto Amore” – 2014

It’s 7:20 am, I have not sleeping nothing last night, well, this always happen the night before. So it’s not new thing. 

Way to Zahara de la Sierra, dawns on the horizon, as we go down the famous “Puerto de las Palomas”. Sounds “Breakn a Sweat” by Skrillex & The Doors, and the lake is there … who’s afraid ?. Today, August 30, 2014 I face to my first swim across, and I have had the sensible idea to start a long distance. A nervous smile on my face, I only see shirts and caps Ironmans finishers, there are familiar faces and triathlon champions of Spain, what about me? I’m a newbie, but I will fight and I trained hard for this. The atmosphere, incredible, I enter in the water and do not think about anything.

A rocket marks the exit, Go!. We started swimming, very strong, aside, Zahara de la Sierra, with its castle, and the background the Sierra de Grazalema, a marvel. I only think about swim and swim and swim, reached the first buoy, everything goes too fast, I feel really good, I get to the second buoy and decide to increase the pace to the third buoy way … shit! I suffer a cramp!, and I stop to stretch a bit. Back to swim, reached the fourth buoy and think “Well, this is already done, only need a mile more” but the cramp is back… so i think, “Ok, try swimming with arms only. I can not waste any more time”, there are only 500 m to the finish, 200, 100 meters, the cramp reappears, dragging the cramp I came to the finish, but no matter, I did it!.

1 hour 7 minutes, I am satisfied, I could have swum stronger but I think… “Bit by bit, it’s my first swim across and I’m in it for love, love for the sport. I must not forget this, because when I forget, I’ll stop enjoy competing”.

The experience really amazing, plus the joy of knowing that the benefits of this swim across will go entirely to promote sport among children with intellectual disabilities as a means of social integration in the region of Andhra Pradesh in southern India. Through the NGO “Solidarity Strokes” and Vicente Ferrer Foundation.

He had swum 1 km (half a mile) when I decided to repeat and next year. So we’ll be there, and now to finish preparing triathlon Titan Sierra De Cádiz, (4-120-30) is just less than a month.Come on!


From where I write? – Chapter I ©

I got out of jail with the clothes which I entered. The gate closed behind me, I looked ahead and I saw that a car was waiting for me. No one has come to visit me during my forty years in prison and now someone was waiting me for to take me somewhere. All people I cared did not remember my name, my house would be already occupied by a happy family, my job would me have left behind and my future was hidden from me. I had nowhere to go.

I moving slowly into the passenger door bent to check the driver’s face, which I could only see an outline of his smile. I opened the door, entered and sat down. I looked at the driver, did not know him, but it seemed that he yes knew me. He started the car and we drove, together, to the prison that changed me forever. He drove in silence over the curves of the road in a dark and cold night. I looked at him as he drove. I could have taken the wheel of the car and crashing into a ditch. I could have, but I didn’t.

After several minutes, he parked in the parking of a roadhouse. The almost total silence was broken by some solitary birds flying from one tree to another. Suddenly, a person left the bar and stood under the door frame. He wore a hat and a jacket. We looked at each otherstared. A mystical chants were heard from inside the bar. I looked at the driver, he seemed quiet. The man walk a few steps when all the lights of the bar turn off, but the singing continued. My driver turned off the car lights and the darkness was absolute. Soon I glimpsed how else left the bar with a candle in hands, followed by many more provided, also, of candles. When I realized we had thirty people forward of us with candles in their hands while singing their songs. I started to get nervous, I did not like that place, I missed my dungeon. The people surrounded the car leaving a circle in the center. They sang louder to the point of not being able to hear my own thoughts. I looked at the driver. “Come out,” he said. I obeyed, and watched the illuminated face all those people looking at me. The driver walked around and whispered in his ear: “You will be our offering, so you’ve done, for you’ve done to me”. I figured it would be a relative of the girl, perhaps the father, not cared me because I saw approaching a police car: was saved, they would stop this madness.

The couple left the police car and approached the circle where I had surrounded. And, to my surprise, a lady gave him two candles on either police and they joined in singing. I was flabbergasted. I heard noises coming from the forest: hundreds of people came to the circle, all with candles. The driver got into his car and left the circle. Later I saw him together with the other singing. I saw there in the middle, alone, surrounded by people. Suddenly the singing stopped and silence hurt. Everyone looked at me, I looked at them.

And then I lit a spotlight from above. I looked and could not see anything but many colored lights. Sang again, this time with more joy. They placed candles on the floor, shook hands, and swayed from side to side with arms raised. I was scared. I closed my eyes, I wanted to be on my cell. When I opened them again, I saw that I was slowly rising. Look up and bright light blinded me and the last thing I saw was how people, thousands of faces staring at me. Some wept excited.
That’s when I woke up here, somewhere, no touch, no sight or hearing. I grabbed my notebook and it was when I started writing this. I do not know if you want to if I’m writing, because I do not feel my hands or my body, I just know I write from somewhere far, far away from where I was.


Salí de la cárcel con la ropa con la que entré. La puerta se cerró tras de mí, yo miré hacia delante y vi que un coche me esperaba. Nadie vino ha visitarme durante mis cuarenta años en prisión y ahora me esperaba alguien para llevarme a algún lugar. Todos los que me importaban ya no se acordaban de mi nombre, mi casa estaría ya ocupada por alguna familia feliz, mi trabajo me habría dejado atrás y mi futuro se escondía de mí. No tenía a donde ir.

Mientras avanzaba lentamente hacia la puerta del copiloto me incliné para comprobar el rostro del conductor, del que solo pude ver un esbozo en su sonrisa. Abrí la puerta, entré y me senté. Miré al conductor: no le conocía, pero el parecía que si me conocía a mi. Arrancó el coche y nos alejamos, juntos, de la prisión que me cambió para siempre. Recorrimos en silencio las curvas de la carretera en una noche oscura y fría. Yo le miraba mientras conducía. Pude haber cogido el volante del coche y estrellarnos en la cuneta. Pude haberlo hecho, pero no lo hice.

Tras varios minutos, estacionó en el parking de un bar de carretera. El silencio era casi total, roto por algunos solitarios pájaros que volaban de un árbol a otro. De repente, una persona salió del bar y se paró bajo el marco de la puerta. Llevaba un sombrero y una cazadora. Nos miró fijamente. Se escuchaban unos cánticos místicos provenientes de dentro del bar. Miré al conductor, el parecía tranquilo. El hombre avanzo unos pasos cuando se apagaron todas las luces del bar, aunque los cantos continuaban. Mi conductor apagó las luces del coche y la oscuridad era absoluta. Pronto vislumbré cómo otra persona salía del bar con una vela en las manos, seguidas de otras muchas más provistas, también, de velas. Cuando me di cuenta teníamos a treinta personas delante de nosotros con velas en las manos mientras entonaban sus cantos. Empecé a ponerme nervioso, no me gustaba ese lugar, añoraba mi celda. Las personas rodearon el coche formando un círculo y dejándonos en el centro. Cantaban cada vez más fuerte hasta el punto de no poder escuchar mis propios pensamientos. Miré al conductor. “Sal”, me dijo. Obedecí, y observé el rostro iluminado de todas aquellas personas, mirándome. El conductor rodeó el coche y me susurro al oído: “Serás nuestra ofrenda, por lo que has hecho, por lo que me has hecho”. Supuse que seria algún familiar de aquella chica, tal vez el padre, no le di importancia, porque vi que se acercaba un coche de policía: estaba salvado, ellos pararían esta locura.

La pareja de policía salio del coche y se acercaron al circulo donde me tenían rodeado. Y, para sorpresa mía, una señora le dio dos velas a cada policia y estos se sumaron a los cánticos. Estaba atónito. Escuche ruidos provenientes del bosque: centenares de personas se acercaban al círculo, todas con velas. El conductor se metió en el coche y abandonó el círculo. Más tarde le vi unido a los demás cantando. Me vi allí en medio, solo, rodeado de personas, formando parte de una imagen grotesca. De repente, los cánticos cesaron y el silencio me dolió. Todos me miraban, yo les miraba.

Y entonces, un foco me iluminó desde arriba. Miré y no pude ver nada salvo muchas luces de colores. Volvieron a cantar, esta vez con más jubilo. Colocaron las velas en el suelo, se dieron las manos, y se balanceaban de un lado para otro con los brazos levantados. Sentí miedo. Cerré los ojos, quería estar en mi celda. Cuando los abrí de nuevo, vi que me estaba elevando lentamente. Mire hacia arriba pero la luz fuerte me cegó y lo ultimo que pude ver fue cómo la gente, centenares de rostros, me miraban. Algunos lloraban emocionados.

Fue entonces cuando me desperté aquí, en algún sitio, sin tacto, sin vista ni oído. Cogí mi libreta y fue cuando comencé a escribir esto. No sé si quiera si estoy escribiendo, por que no siento mi mano ni mi cuerpo, solo sé que escribo desde algún lugar muy, muy lejos de donde estaba.

The Brothers


Soldiers led by babies – By Garcia Brothers feat Inn – Seville – 2013 ©



Moresoldiers led by babies!,  and they seem to have declared war to the subconscious of this city…So nobody heard the gunshots and bombs against on the floor. But they’re there, go carefully nobody knows what they are thinking. I was there when that baby ordered attack to that poor mutt.

Garcia Brothers & INNER

Ideas´s Machine – By Garcia Brothers – Seville, Spain 2013 ©


When I met Miguel Rosado (MP Rosado)  immediately gave me the freedom to be creative . It was really great to be a student of his at the Faculty of Fine Arts of Seville, Spain. In his class i wrote short stories as a short story of fiction aimed to Franz Kafka, among other short stories.
One day Miguel Rosado brought to class a handful of sea shells and he proposed us to make an intervention in the shells and defend the idea. So I invented ” the idea machine ” where of fictitiously defend their utility as if he really had.

This was the result.

Photo of the machine.

 -Electromechanical component 12 x 15 cm, weight – 46 g

 -Wiring 45-cm – 6 g

 -Biological component 13 x 6 cm, weight – 12 g


Photo detail of the electromechanical component.


-Macro-memory (data of universe)

-Antenna for Ideas receiving

-Music box, alarm receiving ideas

-Adapter for conventional antenna inputs

-Power on, adaptable to any point from Mercury to Venus.

-Memory of forgotten ideas

-Indicator Light-telekinetic interferences that hinder the use of the apparatus

-Cell of Chaos

-Artificial intelligence-Chip

-Reality scrubbers Circuits

-Cell altering spatiotemporal


Photography of the adaptable wiring


 -Dark Matter inside (to sharpen in the transmission of ideas)



This device, created after its invention, has been the cause of numerous confrontations between governments and object of desire for private collectors. Currently out of danger and is in possession of an anonymous artist.

 Featured Story of this object:

 – 1986 After the rumor that this object was the Chernobyl, the nuclear plant was declared in quarantine, some still continue to search.

– 2001 Two American Airlines aircraft collided against the World Trade Center with the aim of destroying the device.

– 2010 A new rumor that this invention was somewhere near of Tunisian, did begin the revolts.

– 2012 From a desk, an anonymous artist creates this device

-35,000 A.C. The same artist destroys it.

Also, here you have the link to:

Sketch Of Ideas´s Machine – By Garcia Brothers – 2013 ©

To MP Rosado, in gratitude for their magnificent classes.

The Brothers