Saturday, taking advantage of a gorgeous sunny day, trip to the Circus Laguna Grande de Gredos. So many people subtracted some magic to the place but still the enchanted place that many times you return, do not cease to fascinate me.
With
Almanzor the background. Pending its peak in winter.
On the lake ice.
rush hour Gredos
release of snowshoes. New sensations.
After the beating, sandwiches, cervezitas and nap in the sun on a rock. Nothing comparable.
The best is what happened.
Also, yesterday a fingerlings minor. Al CiegoSabino he came back the classic Carnival Cross which once held the Sunday before the feast. Twelve miles in which this was the canyon tour which will run next Sunday riding the massive closure. Departure and arrival in the Plaza Mayor that these days looks strange because the traditional tablaos which will host the amateur and runs from Friday. I have not got pictures with all the troops involved. Alicia , Curro and I just did the canyon -6.5 kms. Many more calories spent on food later. Sports diet based on potatoes "chimneys" and farinato eggs, plus afternoon carnavelero warm. Good day coexistence. We caught up and have fun.
The poster horny Efedexdx prepared with the figure of the protagonist Bienvescribe
end we went ahead and did not see the other participants in "race."
In goal, in the strange place that continues to raise these days.
I leave the "Runaway" could not remember the other día.Cuirosamente one of the ones I liked one of my favorite bands, The Jayhawks, "I'd Run Away."
"It is time to recapitulate the hosts that has given me the world," sings Nacho . Building just released new album, it is also time to devote a good post ... but not yet. Serve it in advance. His first album accompanied me in moments fucked and maybe that's why I have so much love to you lyrics. So few of us followed him. However, long ago left the damn songwriter category. I'm happy for him. We must be very serious to take seriously his proposal. We must be very serious to tell their stories seriously. Continue, but now ... "And when I say no, is not."
"The man who almost met Michi Panero"
is time to recapitulate the hosts has given me the world. Today we come to hear my last farewell. Well. One by one they arrive and I receive in his dressing gown.
And some guy called me and others tell me sir. Some have not wanted to pronounce. I once had a love but if I must be honest said "no" on the altar and when I say it is not.
I failed once, failed ten thousand and still raise my glass to the sky in a toast Today's man and how well that inhabits the world. Look, the girls are singing! (Girls): Shalalaralalá ...
And I do not speak of eternity. I do not speak of heaven or hell . Do not you see I pray to a god who promised me that when this is over there will be nothing more? was pretty and ...
nothing I was never the best, not have been a great lover. More than I want to testify. But if anything capital, something really important, is that I'm going to die when I say I and I'm going.
I've enjoyed it, and almost met on one occasion Michi Panero, and is much more than I ever soñaríais in a thousand lifetimes. Look, the girls are singing! (Girls): Shalalaralalá ...
Let me ask: Is this the end? And if so, say: "I going to miss? Ah, I see that asentís but I know not!
Too bad I will not stop anyone to pass on my wise, foolish thought procreate. And say to me a an old green and grumpy, and say well, and when I say it is fine. Long
already here! What do you want from me? Are my soul or my money? If one lacks and the other is an anomaly in this life. Look, the girls are singing! (Girls): Shalalaralalá ...
And some guy called me, and others tell me sir! Some declined my offer to talk! I once had a great love, but if I have to be honest I said "no" in the same altar, and when I say no I say no!
I drank it, and almost met on one occasion Michi Panero, and now I offer in peace for humanity and how well that inhabits the world. Listen, I will tell you singing! (Old): Shalalaralalá ...
"Portuguese THAT BITCH IS THE SON OF PORTUGUESE !!...¡¡ ESE ES Son of a bitch!", Thunders the stadium, thousands of voices in unison, thousands of people the vast majority are not violent, nor vandals do not belong to the marginalized sectors of society or uprooted where crime incubates. If you are in a stadium and have paid the high price of an entry in a match of the English First Division football, they provide sources of regular income, structured lives, friendly-occupied homes integrated by families. I am grateful I still have not sufficiently hardened spirit that will not affect me and follow me disturbing violence arising from the threatening cries hurled at a person. I guess that's all part of the circus and not have to give more importance but in the end I think it appears the worst of human nature. The underlying message seems comparable to some of the banners "ultras" forced to withdraw from a grandstand full of children elsewhere.
part of this example because it is what got me thinking and motivated me to write these lines but it is clear that this could apply to thousands of cases, most are related to professional sports. I see virtually no sports broadcasts and more than two years since I've a full football match-up, I saw the semis and finals of the world, you can not fight against mass hysteria. However, it is impossible to escape the echo of the media and stay current. And yes, they perceive the shape of Cristiano Ronaldo like a silly boy and proud, but probably it will become a better athlete. Leaving that aside, I wondered how it must affect you apparently hate so intense and visceral, as shown in a wild and supposedly safe. I wonder why the internal reactions of a man harassed in a harmless sort of function between and ruthless.
Browsing a sports newspaper this summer, the bias provided to some news you scared me. Anyway, rate newspaper, news or article to the products associated with this type of news strikes me as excessive. In a couple of times I read articles written by some evil freaks news about alleged baseless cries of slogans or opinion with clear and clear intention to promote or transfer a state of latent opinion on an issue to fester a question create more controversy and fish in troubled waters or is the same, increasing the number of readers. I know I can sound alarmist, but it seems a dangerous ground. At certain times and specific events, a real minefield, it seems dangerous wildfires spread across sectors of the population increasingly large, ready to cause sparks, aligned and alienated, to me incomprehensible increasingly permeable to these absurd debates capital that suddenly become daily dynamics of a society.
misleading and erratic The initial course of this text continues to search for the nature of the link between reality and vision that we provide the means. Perhaps that statement is true that truth does not exist and that when make the decision to say something, you're recreating, interpreting the event. You'll never be able to reflect exactly what happened.
not want to write about the stale, exhausted and sometimes even embarrassing sobering protection of big-business media and asleep on the lazy society. The management of the most important issues of social significance, always mediated by the present political and economic interests is patently obvious statement sterile. I prefer to focus on individuals, in those figures blessed or condemned by fame How are they? Does it really something to see the image projected by the public persona with the real person? Probably we would be surprised if we knew face to face with people hiding behind the characters. As appropriate, we make our own. Its public dimension fits us completely and easily to the contour that we have previously designed. We are comfortable and we refuse to accept someone different. Moreover, we believe with the right to judge. The media provide us with an image, in most cases mediated either by promotion or by criticism or complaint, and we interpret according to our wealth of references, nourished by a lifetime of experiences, tastes and preferences, culture or prejudice. Interpret its manifestations, behaviors and events that occur in lives are important or not, in the light of our experiences or simply what we believe. It is difficult to take back and see them through another prism.
is the show that entertains us, we are outraged, we are relieved. Are our screens that we provide the food that we can not live without, our motor fuel. Pay for it, to dance the famous with some real weight in recent times, operetta or cardboard, which lack any intrinsic value, which phenomenon is even more incomprehensible and absurd.
Now that we are exposed, interconnected ... watched? surely, any of us has close and accessible than ever, right after fifteen minutes of fame "Warholian." Recently joined the kind of crazy to the search for his moment of glory for making a stupid, remaining forever immortalized in the collective imagination through nonsense posted on "youtube."
to any of us who use the Internet, we write blogs or show our photos on Facebook, we intend to show or share a projection of our image is probably very different to that received by the reader or receiver. The conception that we internalize as their own does not have to be right, or what we pass is real? Perhaps that reality does not exist and be formed by a mortar or printing purposes, ours and others.
may result from the prying open windows of millions of people, recently emerged a new phenomenon, part of the dizzying world of technological globalization. Sometimes fame jealous of the sample was paradoxically more impersonal communication and wants to get closer to death. This is when one of the famous more restless, try to remove barriers that mark the character and try to be more close to their faithful. Wants to be "current" and decides to show it as it is at all times. As a final edge, use the 140 characters of Twitter to tell us EVERYTHING. Not satisfied with their work groups, want to feel like everyone else and prove that we are different, present their ideas on political issues, tell us if you like a siesta, the disk that is passionate about or complaining lately that does not stop raining.
wetlands. I do not think there's anything interesting or noteworthy in private life and opinions of which has no legitimacy or authority than any of us. It's hard not to see you let down by someone who idolize. Any mistakes and has blind spots. If you put a spotlight and a microphone on your existence, that the slip will will impose more severe punishment, moreover no cancellation possible, the scorn and contempt virtual widespread than they can bear witness to some of our sacred cows. Best quiet.
The mystery or imagination will always be better. I'm old school, most people really revere often quite unique or strange people. Maybe that's why I think it's always easier to tune in to worship or an icon of a poster or a t-shirt. They are pure fantasy. Make them normal people just with the legends, inspiring those characters even though we know that there are, they can become targets to be achieved or inspirational figures.
time ago that I have pending a list of songs about the race. The other evening I happened to me five great songs on the flight. The fact is that today only remember four. I leave here I .
Soul Asylum, "Runaway Train." The greatest success of an alternative band had little alternative. In Culqui case, compromised a nice song.
Del Shannon, "Runaway." Classic Collections meat.
Kanye West, "Runaway." Hailed by many means, including serious judiciously, as the album of the year, not my suit, which does not preclude recognizing the virtues of idiot (Obama dixit) egocentric and an exceptional video.
The National, "Runaway." This itself could be the album of the year.
As I did in the forums, I declare in advance that on Sunday May 1 be held VI Media Marathon Ciudad Rodrigo.
As a novelty, with a view to capturing quarry and popularize the event, this edition offers the possibility to complete the course in relay mode (four members per team).
Those who are putting together the schedule for the next few months here have an interesting quote.
- clean and friendly travel between Sancti Spiritus and Ciudad Rodrigo.
- Chance to meet a beautiful city, perfect for a weekend,
- Great runner's bag and t-shirt with art, including backpack
- Paella and typical mirobrigenses farinato eggs during the awards ceremony for participants and accompanying persons.
soundtracks, "In the City" of The Jam . Enjoyed all the great moments of grace. The history of rock and roll with a capital draws on these shooting stars, those moments during which a band is on top of the world. "I have," is a magic that, sooner or later will vanish, one can remain great, but otherwise less visceral and real. If I had to explain to an alien what is rock and roll, maybe would choose one of those seismic actions of Chuck Berry or Little Richard, The Stooges of Clash o. .. of The Jam why not?. Here's an example. The video has Tony Wilson, head of The Factory , legendary label of "Madchester". Paul Weller said she did not imagine playing for forty years. It is fortunate that breach his promise. Now you do not have the power of old, has become an old man British serious, elegant, distinguished, drawing, bad-looking, if not "sir", she was almost-but damn good.
I left you a compilation prepared in a fit last week. called "Word of God ." Some of the songs that I have marked some of the most intense, the most I have received during my nearly thirty years listening to music seriously. They are the first thought in just over half an hour, perhaps more valuable the list. Will my favorite songs? Certainly all would be among them. Not retouched, only the order. Later I thought of adding some more but discarded because it did not meet the prerequisite have come to my mind so fulmimante.
Qualification:
- A list entirely Anglo. - Nothing trallero or quick.
- Nothing is black. Strange that there appears no Marvin Gaye that would have fit like a glove in the spirit of the disc. I parked for a black collection.
- is classic. Perhaps art is REM but I always had that song on an altar, before they achieved fame. In addition to the version of Johnny Cash leading "Hurt" by Nine Inch Nails much further.
- I found the songs of Dylan he sought. At the end I decided to open and close the disc with the Rolling , starting with the release of one of the greatest songs in rock history.
If anyone is interested, link to the right of Spotify. Hope you like
3 months, 13 weeks. After a year off where there squared, after a year learning to know, after the fiascos of Ironcat and Nice and end 2009 with a sense of having learned a great lesson in Zofingen , we return to the load.
In May we will return to try the "IEME" official in Ironcat. The goal is to finish, no more. Treat to control my stomach problems to be able to run the marathon. Now it is done many miles on the bike and above all on the same test meal. We start from a good starting point. I'm not mistaken, I have no physical problems and most importantly, I regained hope and confidence.
Above all cross our fingers that May morning sunrise no gale of 2010. Bob Seger, "Aginst the Wind", huge baladón around an American classic.
At home, the city and the race. Seville and the marathon. The fifth time I participate, some more visiting the city.
You know that my reviews of races, especially marathons, are quite brief. Basically boil down to a fucking you, you will take on the world until you get the hostión. This is the same suit. In definitva, 3:10. I wanted to run between 3:05 and 3:10. Happy but each time I have more clear that I can do better what motivates and equally fucked.
Some preliminaries. A special city like Seville deserves. Morning "turisteo" manual. Temperatures for short sleeves. The winter here is a privilege. Giralda, Cathedral, Plaza of Spain, Guadalquivir in Triana straw.
Spain, Andalucia ... Topics. We're not complaining, we sell.
From the British army barracks in "Lawrence of Arabia" from the Court of Queen Amidala.
Oh, your Menorca. Later jams pasta meal. The last time I go. The race, how could it be otherwise, for me the best marathon of Spain, continues to grow. We were almost 5,000 and it shows in the increasingly crowded queues.
A strange evening pre marathon. Alice had been to Pilar de Cordoba, a kiss, sweetheart, do we see in carnival? - I found a new city. He took us to a birthday party in a strange bohemian neighborhood of Seville, modern and alternative I had no news. It reminded me of "cultural spaces" of the Portuguese, too much given to artistic concerns of all kinds. Old houses and big yards enabled as studies or meeting places. The festival was celebrated in a huge local, good and varied music that did not lose detail. A Ladyolé Popit and would have loved.
"I love 80!"
In other circumstances, I would have stayed there until I was kicked out but now I am responsible, I settled to take a couple of beers.
Later we were taken to a show that I defined as "Cabaret Flamenco" (?). Here I leave the cartel. An environment that, imagine those who know me, I was hooked. Comedy shows, singing and dancing flamenco, bossa, acrobatics ... Sevilla had a pretty posh image. I never thought that there was a scene of this type. A ship packed with groups with children in the front row, lying on the ground, having the time. Sanote all very funny and a participant of tremendous talent. Probably the only thing that misses living in a village is to access cultural events which unfortunately I do not have here but you know that I am a bit strange.
Some images "Barvariedades"
Nearly three hours of performances. Then, as we marched to the hotel, almost twelve at night, I ate a slice of pizza and a croissant. Dinner insufficient to run a marathon the next day. In short, the classic day before an athlete fingerlings.
In the bowels of the stadium, within the family and calentemiento track interior.
Ah, the race. I came out well ahead. Hare had not three hours. My head right off a bit because my idea was to go after a referral. I ran feelings without ever forcing the limit. The first half went very comfortable, enjoying it like few times in a career. I tried to focus and execute the movements correctly, effectively, glide, extend your stride, helping the arms. Spend the minimum possible energy. At 1:32 I reached the half almost unaware. So I marched 33 kilometers in the same way. From there I had envisioned slow down because "the wall" in the distance. It seemed that nothing was missing but I got stuck in a bad way. On the other hand, I have the impression that I took the courage to be scratched some more Minutillo. Why? Because although he could not with the "weapon", was with a smile on his face, encouraging me ahead, encouraging the go ahead, without stopping to thank the public and yet, wanting to finish a holy time. And above all I think I could have done more because it was approaching Cast the kilometer forty, I realized that if I was down from 3:10 to press and you're really squeezed vacuum, that decision is of little use because you do not chimneys. Maybe I lost concentration and went running but it is also easy to think of those miles sitting in front of ordeandor. I went into that precious goal of the Olympic Stadium in 3:10:04. On average 4:31 mile. This is where I always pull the hair that I have and I say, "Damn, Abelin, to see if a year of these half will prepare a plan with some criteria to try to lose three hours." In short, each is as is.
there anything that surprised me. Just when I was down the ramp that leads into the stadium after the race, I moved and I missed a crybaby. I guess the realization of the challenge, is the fact that you are more vulnerable to weakness. The nice thing about this is that despite having 43 in the bag, this bizarre story follows you herding a natural rush hard to explain to the layman. Continue.
ends the first part of the season. We started to get the skinny with a view to May and June where they are most of the year's most important objectives. Not a bad starting point. I myself am now in a state more than acceptable and most importantly, touch wood, "do not hurt me nothing.
never thought he would hear a song by My Bloody Valentine at a party ... and less of a Seville. The sound wall that opened a decade, the melody tucked sheets distortion and noise. The identity that marked the hundreds of bands.
addition, the input video on goal. Activity on the right just after the fat kid pirates mesh. I wear a cap and white shirt, black shorts and socks. The parrot with the guy who gets to do pushups before entering ... Have people for everything.
I leave you a little story I wrote for the magazine that published in the
Rebollar, the area where I work. As if some brave dare this weekend.
"Shadow of the Jalama"
was eight in the morning. Despite being retired for several years, remained committed to maintaining the same pace of life and continued rising early. The noise of the streets on the outskirts of Paris, awake since early hour, sifted through the window of his tiny bathroom. Look at her face in the mirror. For some time this part was surprised increasingly often looking carefully, looking for something beyond his eyes. When older, everything becomes crucial. Perhaps this is old, to value life, to take stock and measure the losses. Time is running out and you're coming back. Everything returns. Sometimes he get excited after glimpsing the wounds of time that had ravaged her skin gradually, the brightness of her look fifty years ago, the eyes of that beautiful young woman who flew through the streets of Peñaparda. It was not nostalgia or self-pity, was something less hurtful, in fact she had used to use it as a warm, comforting blanket. Quevedo said that only real value is fleeting. He had to eat a whole lifetime to understand.
always thought that until something is not completely closed, you can not go to the next stage. Had long been aware that his life had been an unsuccessful move without being able to boot the roots you fixed to another time, another land. New moorings appeared but sometimes, when testing a strained, seemed safe enough, so strong as to sustain an existence. He always had the impression to leave a door open behind him. Was not unhappy but often wondered if they really knew happiness. If he was honest with himself, the first image associated with that word that came to mind was reverberating sunlight on the leaves of oak while blinded his eyes, lying in the bush after bathing in the pool of icy water.
Perhaps those days was more silent and absent from normal. Was because they had sold the house Peñaparda. Those who built years after leaving for France with her family she would return each summer. The old corral up on their parents and for some years seemed haughty and fresh look. However, the pool, once full of screams and laughter of their children, had long dry and quiet sleep. Dominique and her elderly were becoming for such a long journey and grandchildren hardly knew the people. Even before the battle began, I knew that this was a defeat foretold. Struggling to deceive itself had exhausted its forces in an effort meaningless. When that day in September signed the deed of sale at the notary office of Ciudad Rodrigo, to look into the eyes of her husband, both acknowledged their thoughts, those who expressed that from the first moment since the day they decided to build it knew this time would come. For once felt that with that firm, he finally closed the door.
thought that there are days, moments that make a life crossroads where you will choose a future course that will leave little room for maneuver. Normally we like to think that we are masters of our destiny, we handle the times and we have the perception that we have the possibility of trial and error. However, there are two or three times in your life when you can not go back. He recalled the two most important days in your life, that he decided to leave and that he decided to stay. September 1963 that took one of those roads irreversible. Had killed Kennedy. Something changed forever in the world, so something changed in his world. That day he decided to go to work in France. He became an emigrant.
worked in the bush. Life was hard, the days passed slowly, relentlessly. In the countryside literally you wear yourself out. Endured the cold, blisters, wounds, chilblains until he got to the hire in a cannery.
The French people were very nice, much more than Peñaparda, but not welcoming, not his people. The total ignorance of the language forced him to flee to their peers and felt the strange looks from French. Then just related to English. The possible approach to the locals, made him miss addition to their family and friends, to things. That longing was surprised, I thought of the strange relationship of men with inanimate or inexpressive, that inexplicable bond that binds you to a seat, a tree or a bench.
He remembered wistfully the Jalama. No mountain never seemed more beautiful. Later, hiking enthusiast, had visited with his family in the Pyrenees and the imposing cathedrals alpine mountain but never seemed so beautiful as a perfect pyramid of Jalama. Although
was ever further in time, as he grew older, more clearly remembered their careers by the people as a child, their outputs to the mountain, the fire, killing the tap water of square, cows, perronillas coffee when I got home after playing. So it was not aware of the real-life problems. Then, abruptly and early, had to wake up. Being very young and had to serve in a farm near Ciudad Rodrigo. She liked school and loved learning but had to leave. It was so small that its stature kept him from reaching the sink so I had to ride a Tajuelo. But that was not enough to feed so many brothers. The field and the small cattle did not allow for more. That is when some of those who had gone to France told him about big cities and salaries impossible. And remember that night when Antonio pressed hard, he felt that thrill the first time. He spoke of dreams with him but never decided to gamble. It was his first love and the one that left her mark. Both felt the same and so recognized without mentioning when talking every summer.
After several months in France, unlike others, decided to make every effort to know the language, that she was the only way to get somewhere and achieved. He worked as a maid and later in a supermarket. Dominique There he met the chief, with a few years later married. Until then always knew he would return to Rebollar. However, little by little, he assumed that his life was already different. And this particular day came when the demand in marriage. Excited agreed but knew that at the same time linking his life to a good man, gave up a dream of returning to Spain to see and care for their aging parents. When
now crosses the street with an immigrant is sometimes able to understand their perspective, a mixture of fear, courage and dreams. A Sometimes arguing with a friend of her husband, covert real racist pristine forms, though in a time now, lost drive and saw him less and less sense to the sterile confrontation of views. He preferred to talk about herself.
is then thought to go to another country and abandon your people and your land, opening a wound in you that will never heal. Perhaps only heal and feel at times. The wound is itching which sometimes must be relieved that you have to scratch to forget. Is the uprooting. It is the burden of those who were not able to be completely free. That door is never closed.
Moreover, yesterday in drawing up a collection
Spotify, "Lesbian Pride" of Love of Lesbian , Catalan group claiming that took a long time and lately think people will already know. It is one of the albums that I have prepared for long journey with my favorite topics. Infallible. Dedicated to my cousin "Paraguay" (diplomatic). As if anyone cares to investigate, you know, the link on the right. I leave the version of a "menina" "Fight of giants" from Antonio Vega with Zahara. See you Monday.
These days I've been reading an article on the activities of
World Social Forum held in Dakar . Some of the lurid stories that Mauritanian refugees or Sierra Leone hair stand on end. Murder, rape of girls, slavery (in Mauritania was legally abolished in 1980! But in fact continues to exist) portray an atmosphere of terror ends. To make matters worse, many of these refugees are people who do not exist, no identity, no status one recognized in the host country. They do not belong anywhere. No other rights are concerned, only demand their right to "be." These issues are what should be a priority on the agendas of the powerful. In theory, colonialism disappeared with the twentieth century but we continue to exploit their natural wealth and resources and for hundreds of years until they leave the breast dry. However, lately we have found a new use one of these countries: we have our garbage there.
made me remember the poem
Eduardo Galeano.
Fleas dream of buying a dog, and nobodies dream of escaping poverty, that someday soon it rains good luck, but good luck, it does not rain yesterday, today or tomorrow or never, drizzle falls from the sky good luck, much as hands the call and although they pique the left hand or get up with the right foot, or start the new year getting a broom.
The nobodies: nobody's children, owners of anyone.
The nobodies: the no, the no, running like rabbits, dying through life, screwed rejodidos.
Who are not, although be.
Who do not speak languages, but dialects.
Who do not have religions, but superstitions.
It do not make art, but handicrafts.
Do not have culture, but folklore.
Not only human beings.
Who have no face, but arms.
Do not have names but numbers.
not included in the universal chronicle, but in the crime reports in the local press.
The nobodies, who are not worth the bullet that kills them.
I leave one of the most beautiful music on earth, the dialogue of guitarist Ali Farka Toure with Toumani Diabate kora . . I think the bass is the Orlando Cachaíto but I'm not sure. In that mix with the blues who practice together, this time joined by aromas of Cuban son.
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