'What defines me' by Gavi Mensch

What defines me? 

Let me introduce myself to those that don't know me or don't understand me...

Esto me define:

Zonder humor is er geen leven mogelijk.

Sin humor no hay vida.

no me gustan las mayúsculas.

Het zal me een zorg zijn of je iets leest zoals je het wilt lezen. Ik kan daar niets mee.

Ik heb weinig geduld met drammers, stampvoeters, dwingelanden, zeurpieten, verongelijkten en egotrippers. Vandaar de deurmat. Als je je niet aangesproken voelt kom je toch gewoon binnen? 

No soy ajustable al gusto de otros.

 Voor wie tekort komt heb ik nog een muts.

Politicians with only words and no actions are dispicable!

Muren bouwen om je leed is je blootstellen aan het gevaar om van binnen uit verslonden te worden.

I admire my capacity to put op with people that should  get a beautiful kick in the ass.

Ik ben me daar terdege van bewust.

Reason why I am single?  I can fix it myself.

If we don't fight together they will hang us one by one.

That will never change, never!

Just so you remember!

I have no time to spare!

Si no quieren entenderme, peor para ell@s.

¿Muchos hombres debiles? 

¿NO?

Nada de plastico.

Geen roddels y nada de chismorreo.

   

Ik blijf dus lezen, nu al 55 jaar!

And not only bodywise, but brains and heart as well.

Don't .....

Aun tengo el mio, ik heb het mijne ook nog.

¿El sexo debil, yo?

Het zwakke geslacht, ik?

I simply can't please all....

I made it. 

Jong sterven kan ik niet meer. 

Ya no puedo morirme joven 

Wordt vervolgd;-))


©Gavi Mensch
24-11-2913

Lola my feminist companion.

I bought Lola on the market in Denia in 2000 . The woman told me that because otherwise they would drown her. 

She was 3 weeks old and was bottlefed.

 She travelled with me through the mountains everyday for months; she curled up in a basket under my chair and at work I kept her under my desk. She loved the car.

We already had a young dog a little 'macho' called Lalu and they grew up together. They became one of these couples that do everything together. Lola even learned to pee like a male dog lifting her leg. 

Digging holes in the sand, Lalu dug and Lola tried to catch the sand. Lalu stole the food from the tabble and Lola helped him eat it.

They were always hungry, eating dry food and also our leftovers. Lola's favourites were the heads of langoustines and veggies and all kinds of meat and breakfast biscuits.

There was always some one to take care of them.  And when I had to go to Holland to work, my son's fiend took care of the dogs.

Lola had leishmania and I was told she had to take medication all her life. But the medication made her sick and I decided just to give her the normal vaccinations. The only problem she had was a sore on her ear; we kept it clean and Lola healthy with walks and good food. She was never ill for a day.

She had a rich life, better than most animals; she was loved and taken care of.

Lalu and Lola were never separate, not even for a day.  

She was a small feminist, claimed her place and amount of attention.

Naughty and caring, funny and so loyal!

Every year when we walked into the house, she would be so pleased, she never forgot.

She was ill for a week; they gave her medication but it didn't help.

She did not want to eat or walk. Her little old face was sad and showed signs of being at the end of her life.

Today on Animal Day, Lola was put to sleep. She died quietly with her caretaker beside her. She was 13 years old.

So sad!

And we will miss her, all of us. But nobody will miss her like Lalu will, after having spent a long dog's life together.

My gratitude and 'pesame' go to Dani for taking care of her so well.

We could not have left her in better hands.

And I will remember her as my little brave feminist, fun to be with and to be loved by. She has kept me moving for many years.

©Gavi Mensch

Maastricht 4-10-2013

....with my mind in Jerez.

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Witty dancers

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In my childhood, women could dance together, men and women could dance together, but men couldn't do so.

And I always wondered why.

Men could sing together, drink together and talk about sports together. And only Greek and Jewish men seemed to dance with one another, but then they danced folkloric men's dances; women were not supposed to dance them.

And I always wondered why.

And  later everybody started dancing alone.

Dancing alone is moving on the music without any other social interaction than bumping into each other. Men danced alone, women danced alone. They only seemed to dance together for old fashioned fun or as a kind of foreplay. Then even later, men could dance together and so could women. Close and erotic or romantic. It looked more like they just wanted to stay close, but it missed the art of dancing.

I loved to dance, but being a weird mensch, I love to dance with a partner, have fun stepping aside or following, being a twosome in a crowd. And I never found a partner to dance with. A real dance partner.

And I always wondered why.

I enjoy watching people dance for the simple fun of dancing. I love to look at people dancing with grace and a sense of  intelligent humour. Having fun by using music and movements. And I love to dance like that, elegantly and light.

I never thought I would see two men dancing a tango, with a passion for fun, no sign of eroticism, both leading the other, using music for making their feet laugh, together.

Well, I found them! Enjoy Enrique and Guillermo dancing a witty Argentine tango.

http://youtu.be/S-mkR-KoPts

(Use fullscreen and put the volume of your speakers up.)

©Gavi Mensch

19-9-2011

With thanks to my Portuguese friend Victor.

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