Tuesday, December 29, 2009

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Poetry 3 (Sunset The slums)

Sunset neighborhoods God
A Tin village and board thrown
And guys everywhere
Dying shortly after birth
Sunset
that squeezes the heart
The day is gone and the sun never came out drenched
flies die
latrines to sleep crowded

fecal Sunset over the river
shore A pack
the dump and an arch of sticks twisted
Emerge from a puddle without drying
Sunshine and shadow
end
I'm going back there to not
The soul with a dagger and a cloak
and steps to be and will not go away.

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No more hours behind the windows
Neither heat nor cold nor calm and bustle
Ni details
things
Ni Ni happy mornings ruthless wars

watches only a mountain of empty thermometer
sweaty white
Newsstand
And a million letters
Floating in the pool.

And there is no past or future

Neither black nor white is gray Just like anything
And that noise is like a silent
And the sun goes out and goes

only is this chair and this forward
And the rain on the street
And the look in a corner of heaven
And this body dissected and cold


infinitesimal universe lies beneath the shadows of your immeasurable absence

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I will not call no kisses or caresses or the embrace infinite

nor even look
souls I demand that you approach
and together look at the dawn
or softness to give me a day or all the heat

a night I will not call the process
absurd dinner in a dim light or plotting
life together
sunk in the hideous tangle
people and people-people and people
Just look at the unfathomable universe one chooses

wonderful place surround yourself with angels and gods
and when you're there where you just like being there

please
there. "I

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La Cucaracha (Story)

the Universal Declaration of Human Rights supports the right of peoples under the struggle for freedom from oppression that crushes them. In that moment of clarity, all nations have signed these noble ideas, the same as on earth would then ignore, because certainly the people continued to be subject and they are never acknowledged any right to fight for his release.

Balvanera lecturing, emphasized varies the volume, was silent, watching the audience, run the scale of prose and ended up, well above usual. And the room exploded and a standing ovation, almost angrily. On stage, the panelists and organizers agglutinated around to congratulate her figure with eloquent gestures and broad smiles and effusive gestures and honeyed words. Dr. Roberto

Balvanera intellectual left was a well-known in the local area and a landmark of Buenos Aires culture in human rights. For some years he occupied the chair of the same name of the Universidad de Buenos Aires. His younger years had been tumultuous. First was a Marxist, socialist and now after declaring unrelated to any current. Daba
intense talks on the egalitarian ideal, wrote articles that were published in the newsletters of the left vernacular and had written several short essays shelled out where his ideas, scattered between the narration of the facts of recent history.

Balvanera encouraged all forms of struggle for the right to life and equality and the liberation of the oppressed, excluded and marginalized in the world. I used to magnify the selfishness and brutality of the powerful and ignore the selfishness and brutality of the oppressed, not realizing that in his idyllic world, the latter would take the place of the former.

drove to his house with the reverberation of applause filled the cabin and the memory of the stridency of the hounding him without defined shapes microphone.
got out and locked the gate to the garage. Rose to greet his son. The found in her room with her inseparable friend, Matthias, head to head, wasting life from the PC monitor, as every night.

Ernesto Fidel had just turned seventeen and since the death of his mother had been left to their fate. Her father paid little attention, as if the deceased was still there, relieved of all responsibility. He eventually crossed over dinner, a ceremony languid monosyllables and fast food. Ernesto hated all that speech and showed no interest in politics. Along with the contempt the ideology of his father, grew an anger that became visible in aggression Standing up to him. Away from the left and right, Ernesto secretly grow marijuana in the back of his house and sold it at school with a sigil almost absent. However, until death Balvanera insist on turning to the cause and keep it out of the "brotherhood of the useful idiots," as he called almost all poor guy who did not share his ideology.

Ernesto and Matthias were overlooked, not only at home but also in room. Wall by Its rooms were side by side. During the night provided a dividing concert shots that seemed to communicate with an indecipherable code jokingly or perhaps nonexistent. Although detested Balvanera hammering, using the same technique to call Ernesto when their visits to neighboring spent all reasonable times.
"When dinner is the wall you hit me I answer and I had said the boy the first time. But the communication system had been effective only during the first two weeks. Since then it was common to see wall to Balvanera skinned hammering fists in anger growing and shrinking result.

Following the marginalized of the world and his son Ernesto, ranking third podium place in their labors, were cockroaches.
What Balvanera felt by cockroaches was a mixture of disgust, hatred and fear for there is no known adjective. He spent his life fighting, and his phobia had rammed against the scourge of almost all media, covering the gondola insecticide sprays, baits, gels, massive disinfection minute treatments. But in some mysterious way, the animal he managed to reappear each spring with little ones running around on the kitchen counter, and to make matters worse, each baked and fearless seemed faster than before. Tonight

Balvanera had decided not to dine. Prepared a good strong coffee and started taking notes on the kitchen table.
After several minutes of meditation and peace was writing his troubled with great shock, the look he fell, he bristled all hairs of the body and heart stopped. From underneath the refrigerator started out about thirty or forty different sized cockroaches marching in rows of five, lined up as a valet and following the step as a soldier on the day of the motherland. In front of the marching formation and antenudo largest specimen, leading his army straight Balvanera in uniform linear motion. The company stopped just inches from his left foot, to complicate matters that lay outside, barely protected by a hojota totally inadequate.
For a few eternal seconds, stood firm Balvanera cockroach in front. Then the leader turned 90 degrees all the training accurate and disappeared under the kitchen.
When he could, Balvanera stood up, hesitated, out of the kitchen, turned on the lights he found, went to his bedroom, put on his socks and a pair of sneakers tightly closed and went away with little steps a foot for to look at the floor while the walls and ceiling. Along the way he armed himself with a broom and a stealth worn end went to the kitchen. There, on his notepad still roam one of the monstrous insects, paused and then continued touring the paper. Obviously some gland secreted under her abdomen a black substance that was drawing lines as he walked. He stopped suddenly and went to the race disappearing behind the refrigerator. Balvanera notepad picked as one who receives a letter from the devil and saw the large letters and trembling block letters written in ink cockroach abdomen which could definitely read: "We want to negotiate."

The exact sequence of thoughts that the episode was shot in the Balvanera mind during the following days, from the suspicion of madness itself to the admission of a possible intelligent strain, either by a recent migration or a Darwinian evolution operated in the backgrounds of your kitchen had been installed in your home to complicate life.

poured the next day in passing comment on his problems with cockroaches in the staff room of the Law School take great care not to mention that their own well being paraded and wrote over the belly. The issue sparked a barrage of condescension and the story of many stories that, among all, outlining the unsuccessful struggle of man against household cockroach. However, commiserations always had a hint of indifference.
"Yes," said one, "at home are a problem endless. "Che, no one saw the Book of Themes? Fortunately

Nelida, a teacher relatively new, relatively young and relatively beautiful Balvanera provided a relatively useful information on the problem.
few months ago it had become accustomed to sharing a cup of coffee during the interval. Balvanera had some interest in the lady but never dared to go beyond the labor talks. Nelida professed an admiration for him frank and open, but neither would advance an inch into the land of the heart.
"This is the address and phone," she said handing him a note. Take care all kinds of pests: rats, roaches, fleas, pigeons, whatever, and apparently are quite good in his own.
In a gesture almost pornographic, Balvanera grabbed the paper and fingers Nelida.
"Thanks," he said. When sanitizing the house you must come to an afternoon tea.
She blushed and thanked the honors. Two days
staff inspected the house of pests Balvanera kitchen. In an outpouring of cucarachología general, the exterminator explained the behavior of the creature, from its gestation in the primitive egg to reproductive maturity, showing why it would be necessary to do this and that and never another and mentioning in passing the most common errors resulting competition in general, his desire to save "product" to lower costs in unfair competition; game that they would not enter ever given the tradition of the company to maintain high quality standards and efficiency, even if it meant supporting a price differential.
Specifically, Balvanera was empty all the kitchen until the last fret. Then they would come with his team and would effect the disinfection, the secret was to burn poison pills (allowed and approved by the relevant agency) and saturate the room with smoke for 24 hours. Finally return to disinfect and sanitize everything.
The operation was within a few days and seven days there were no reports of vermin.

the evening of the eighth day, Balvanera opened the door and greeted with a smile Nelida. The woman handed him a package of thin masses and set out to tea. And they drank and ate and talked. Balvanera
talked about his problems with Ernesto, the mother was missing much of the constraints that the absence of the female figure required the boy's education, and the widower's life accordingly. She raised the stakes commenting on the inconvenience of a man as he was alone and asking whether he had considered the possibility of forming a new partner. He replied that it was very difficult to find a suitable woman, a woman who meet such and such attributes, and then mention all the virtues that had already recognized in previous talks. And so the talk continued, gaining in intensity and moving toward a fixed point in the minds of both fellow members. Until the conversation was abruptly interrupted by a cockroach, perhaps by train to celebrate their survival to the Holocaust, went for a walk on the white wall of the dining room.

"But Is it possible? "Protested the man and jumped up to find a broom, brush or perhaps best shotgun.

When he returned to the dining room terrified Nélida found against the front door with one hand on the doorknob as a real invasion of cockroaches climbed up the table legs, attacking the masses and was in and out of the cups with chilling bustle. Without even greeting, Nelida opened the door and made off with great dread. Then, as guided by an inaudible command, all cockroaches ceased their activity, fell to the floor and marched in single file right next to the wall, crossed the aisle to tail antennas, and sank into the darkness of the kitchen, leaving Balvanera paralyzed in the middle of the room with the broom in one hand and a thousand miles Nelida the other.

man slumped in his chair, rested his elbows on his thighs and held his head in his hands gently pulling a thin hair that still grew at the height of the parietal. He stared at the floor as if searching for an answer in the design of the tiles.
was clear that the whole play had been carefully plotted and executed by the colony millimeter with the deliberate purpose of displaying his power. Balvanera now knew that if these creatures are so wished, his life in that house would be a nightmare. Quickly thought of selling the property but then imagined the horror of what box mildly interested buyer landed in his home and saw a very plump walking the floors, walls and ceilings. He returned to his mind that terrible phrase: "We want to negotiate" and gradually began to realize that if there was no way to kill these bugs, to kill and die, as God commands, all other options would be closed.

But he would agree, human by father and mother, man fully trained and completed university studies to discuss the use of living space of your property with a marauding colony of cockroaches, bugs, for details, residents darkness and friends of dirt, grease and manure? What entity attributed these critters to come to him with such claims? And Business? Negotiate what? Negotiate your home, your food ration? Should I leave the leftovers for dinner on a newspaper at the bottom of the fridge and a little water puddle on the side so that the unfortunate eat and drink and copulate and reproduce in a wild frenzy, prodigal in eggs, seeds of new hordes husky swelling the ranks of the enemy, generation after generation with the speed of passing of the summers? What damn thing he would negotiate with the beasts of the underworld, with these horrible monsters that Providence had the happy knack of miniaturization to preserve us from attending the sad details of his anatomy disgusting? No!. He had nothing to negotiate with cockroaches. I could not conceive any point of contact between the interests of the parties. Its existence only deserved the extermination or at least the immediate and unconditional expulsion beyond the borders of the home. Already

spare the ego with these thoughts restorers, entered the kitchen with sweeping decision, but only to stop abruptly in front of the table on which rested now a whole pile of pages written with that shaky.
rose leaves dejectedly. The ordered easily because, intelligent, the animal had numbered folios, above right. He leaned against the door frame and read:

"Our limited intelligence is not enough to understand the visceral hatred for our species. We're just different from you, but as alive and worthy of continuing in this state as anyone else. We fight for our right to live and we must oppose with strength and decision to his desire, incomprehensible to us, to exterminate without seeming justified cause. All we want is to live in our homeland, which happens to be the kitchen of his home, Balvanera. And if you want is not a whim but because our ancestors lived here and the parents of our parents and our ancestors far comes memory. "
" Obviously, we can not beat it, but you see that you can not against us so we propose a deal: You let us live in the backgrounds of your kitchen and we will do our best to not be seen neither as even once. For you will be as if we no longer existed and rid us of the massacres that tip we each attempted extermination. "


Balvanera The letter again left lying on the couch, her head buried in his hands.
was strange because while all logic suggested that the absence of the pest did not differ for all practical purposes the absence of evidence of the pest, a feeling of insecurity Balvanera invaded when assessing the situation to cook a fried egg with the cockroaches swarming about two feet from the pan, twisting in unimaginable overcrowding between the floor of the oven and the kitchen. But what will differentiate this, for example, a community of a thousand tarantulas living in the casings of the blind of which had no evidence of existence?. The painting was then more serious: It was not possible sighting which generated insecurity, but the mere knowledge of the existence of the plague, even invisible. And if you know it's harder to ignore, forget what is known even more difficult.
After a thorough analysis was Balvanera to the conclusion that everything except for his psychosis indicated that treatment should be closed.
still hesitant, wrote in a paper "Deal" and without stop being so ridiculous, so slipped below the counter.

Balvanera For a time he never saw cockroaches. Meanwhile, life was happening. His first encounters with Nelida days after the episode were lukewarm and distant. She felt guilty of an irrational rudeness had revealed to him matched to the most stupid of women, and he was a dirty man who lived in a sty full of vermin had generated much of the Almighty the face of the Earth.
Ernesto, meanwhile, had been expelled from school for trafficking marijuana. In a gesture to the figure of the father, the Director did not report to the police. But equally Balvanera banished him to the house of his sister Ophelia in Cordoba for a time to cut all relations in Buenos Aires. Ofelia
Two months after returning to Ernesto and a long list of recommendations for his brother.
"The boy needs a father Robert, a father dealing, nothing more. It has a prodigious intelligence but missed. Everything he does, which is often bad, it is to get your attention do not you see? Attack you and so look at all these ideas contrariarte yours. Back a bit of Roberto seventies, and take care of the boy but will end badly. Balvanera
listened and nodded without listening without assent. He was convinced that the boy's behavior was the result of age and that would be corrected when mature. Then understand the world and warn the way a few digits the lives of many and the death of a few more.
But everything remained the same. The boy returned at noon and that night was already installed in the room of Matthew, which was recently cited a large fauna increasingly apathetic teenagers, attracted God knows why Honeys Internet.

Balvanera dined alone, looked a little television and went through the kitchen to get something to drink. Then we noted that the summer had made his own and two or three tiny as ants scurrying cockroaches innocent marble countertop.
Given the evidence of flagrant violation of the terms agreed in writing Balvanera protested and found the answer the next day.

"We Balvanera, are creatures!. You know how guys are, do mischief until they learn the rules. Do you even give us time to educate them a little? If you are a beautiful creatures. "
" We do not understand the reason for this hatred so visceral that reaches even children cockroach. We do not understand Balvanera. Going through life with his speech against discrimination and in favor of the oppressed of the world and we have condemned us to choose between imprisonment or extermination, so as not to pollute your vision with our presence. Understand them well Balvanera: for us, you are Hitler against the Jews. "


This message struck a chord in Balvanera itself. Until now everything was clear: these were cockroaches and had to exterminate them as possible. Any person would accept this without a shadow of doubt. Whether left or right, man kills cockroaches, regardless of their status in the class struggle, the man kills, and the procedure requires no further justification, unless the partner is the cockroach itself, because it explains how each bug is a bug and therefore must die? Also What kind of argument was this?
There was no argument. Definitely your mind surfaced the same nonsense of Hitler to the Jews, the same nonsense of all genocides. In a moment of revelation, Balvanera realized that he was acting like the evil of his own movie. But the worst of it was that he could not help, because as soon as I imagined a scene of domestic partnership with a host of happy and liberated cockroaches running around the table wren and opened the fridge to pour himself a yogurt, he bristled the hairs on the neck and the heart is accelerated. "Hitler would suffer the same symptoms at the approach of German Jews? Could I blame him for that? Congenital Would this form of evil? But what kind of thoughts are these? Hitler was a genocidal, the supreme symbol of oppression and slaughter. Should be repudiated because it represented the death, the cruel killing without reason. Of course, as he posed for his cockroaches.
went around in circles until they got tired. Discontinued without notice and without solving the puzzle, which by contrast, was far larger.

the message but never responded stoically endured the rare occurrences of less than a cockroach in a while their little antennas sticking out curious in light of electric lamps. "It's to learn a little," they said, and bore the brunt invariable symptoms of disgust and horror.

But something profound had happened. The last episode had stripped to himself. The pillars of all his intellectual scaffolding were cracked and there was no way to repair, much less time to build new ones. All his teaching, patient and painstakingly built over years of continuous improvement now shaking like a leaf in the wind, and as trying to shore, the mere imagination of a cockroach walking free in his hand he brought it back with the crack enlarged and the hairs on your neck on a war footing.
gradually began to decline invitations to their revolutionary speeches. At the University, classes of human rights were cooling down and becoming a mere repetition of laws written down in books.
At home, the cockroach was still gaining ground now been solved by this craven attitude revealed by Balvanera and effectively detected by the insect, which went into a war of small acts of violation of the deal were never serious enough to motivate a written protest.

One morning, a large cockroach appeared on the bathroom floor. Reflecting nearly forgotten, the stepped Balvanera decisively. He felt a strange hardness under the sole of the shoe, but when he came to inspect the body, three cockroaches appeared on the scene and took the body.
The next morning was the answer in a pile of leaves on the kitchen table.

"Federica was a restless youth. Questioned everything our agreement. Accused us of being traitors to the species. He preached to the younger generation's need to fight for freedom, of all possible ways. It was a true revolutionary and eloquence was supported by action in a suicidal act last night. Now she is dead and is venerated as a martyr to a cause that has suddenly and is gaining widespread throughout the colony. The situation has become complicated Balvanera. We do not know how long we can maintain control. "

Balvanera felt a chill in the back and a sense of panic. Would have to live the next few days knowing that in all the cracks of your kitchen a revolution was brewing. Would you go out from under the refrigerator or attack from the bathroom? Do you tend an ambush? Would ride "in his pants to besiege his genitals or be thrown from the roof and would land on his baldness to move then to the face, ears and eyes? How urdiría colonial revenge for the murder of Federica? It was difficult to live with that film projects will continue, to live well, with an imminent danger in the kitchen and perhaps in the entire house.
followed days of tense silence and revenge whose details are emerging fast in the imagination of Balvanera, which now loomed attacking sleeping, getting into his mouth and stuck in the past snoring before the madness.
But time passed and the cockroaches showed no signs of life. The profusion of horrific images ceased almost completely and the passage of days was transformed into a slight panic sensation of insecurity that only increased a little in the kitchen. Finally

Balvanera came home one night, entered, closed the door, turned on the light, turned and uttered a cry of horror. Scattered like leaves of autumn at its peak, hundreds of cockroaches swarmed around the house, walked over the couch and on the dinner table and out through the ventilation slots on the TV, walked the roof and walls and transformed tiling a plain vibrant. Revenge had been consummated, in full revolution had left the cockroach vice of freedom, escaping from his cell to surface as a dark and Cement sweat dripping down the walls and dripped from the ceiling.
Panic gave way to an instinctive and irrational aggression injected a dying heroically in the blood of Balvanera. Mad as a bulldozer moved stepping cockroaches and hammering with his fist without even notice the strange and hard texture of bodies. The colony began a withdrawal Dantesque and equips the kitchen below. Balvanera literally started the engine, threw it far away and dove into the hole in blind pursuit, leaving a gas vent in the nipple was emerging from the wall. The roaches moved gaining the floor left the counter, taking refuge in absolute darkness. Devoid of all reasoning, the lighter Balvanera sought to illuminate the den. He knelt in the hollow of the kitchen as a Muslim prostrate before their god, holding the lighter and threw the spark.
The blast shook the neighborhood and broke several windows of surrounding houses. Ernesto entered the race from the home of Matthias and into the ruins of her home crying bitterly blaming.
The ambulance took Balvanera, dumped him in the halls of a nearby hospital and left. With a flashlight, emergency medical lit up the eyes open and missed the Doctor Balvanera lying motionless on the stretcher. The diagnosis was unclear. In addition to multiple bruises and burns, the man was in a state of shock, perhaps accompanied by lesions of brain tissue that time had left the patient in a state of absolute isolation that could last a few days, years or all life.
The following days interspersed piled into a routine of coming and going in her wheelchair pulled by the nurse on duty, his head tilted to the left, looking lost and the mind lost in a limbo unknown. No talking, no gesturing, no walking, and barely opened her mouth under the pressure of the spoon on the lips. So passed the days and months of straight time, matched to nothing.

But several years later, slowly, very slowly, Balvanera began to listen and respond with a groan that heralded the return of language emerging.
Ofelia, Ernesto and his new wife, Marianela, arrived from Cordoba to attend the miracle.
Ernesto had been straightened through the good offices of the aunt. Systems was studied, worked at a home computer inputs and expected a daughter Marianela already kicked from the nest placenta.
went down the long hallway of neuropsychiatric, entered the recreation room and there they left the doctor and internalized by the unexpected onset of symptoms.
"Hi Dad," said Ernesto. Look, I brought Marianela, the girl I told you about. And soon you'll have a granddaughter.
The man shook his head as if it weighed a ton. He looked at the pregnant girl, raised eyebrows, mouth wide open and gave an unintelligible sound. Ernesto knelt beside him and put his ear. The man repeated, now more clear-Ponele
Federica.
The boy broke into a sob that quickly became tears. And cried and cried in the lap of his father semi dormant.
Further back, Ofelia asked Marianela, who repeated the phrase with a tone of viewing. She nodded gravely, without understanding a word of what was happening.

A little while back, some patients walking aimlessly, others talked to the cries and still others were watching a huge TV blaring and transmitting the advertising shoot a children's program. Selling a huge doll's face alone was seventeen movements, then a transformer in its mode of spacecraft, flying certainly, then, to scare the old, the third version of an army of cockroaches igualitas the truth, that be controlled remotely from a nearby PC and supported a number of skills that could downloaded from the Internet.

Outside, the gardener mowed the lawn extolling the scent of crushed grass. Above, the sky, embracing all the stories in the world with that absolute discretion is like a God's forgiveness.

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The Vampire Nuñez (Story experimental)

This is the story of the events on the morning of January 27 last Saturday that saw the light of the twentieth century.

the reader should be in the neighborhood of Buenos Aires Núñez in a dark and stormy, as usually a few nights of summer in these parts, humid in the south of the civilized world.

forbid that the reader to specify the exact cross streets, the exact spot where the story begins it is not appropriate for this simple server too revealing data.

those sidewalks desert then went about a bunch of half drunk lads who spoke to the cries and horrific, and with grotesque laughed loudly, and got angry very easily, and argued among themselves by the color of an ant, and walked in zig-zag path, and lager drinkers, and kicked the garbage bags and contaminated the quiet of the neighborhood with indecent nerve.

And it was at the very time that a neighbor strolled custom stale his belt a small tan Pekingese, who wagged his tail and sniffing the trees and poles and bats, urinating now here, now there was a gap as possible in his world of smells from other dogs and other cats.

And it turned out that while the boys marched to and fro, man with dog came right from there to here, by the same unknown track in the same unfortunate moment, so that was imminent a meeting with each other midway through the sidewalk.

And there was silence during the interminable crossing. Silent smelling boys fight. Flavored silent fear the man with dog.

But Oh! It had to happen that the convicted quadruped or not to stay still and quiet and was launched to nose with wide application over the very big shoes of that tribe. And it smelled so strongly that someone else had to happen to those you throw a big charade to wake up in derisive laughter that until the last member of the grotesque gang. And to finish off the situation, unexpected finish, had to be that the dog back and lift his leg and urinated unfortunate child a squeeze on big booty already had a smoke in the face of aggressive drunk.

And in a reflection, the big guy kicked the dog so badly this fall six feet away, bounced off the ground and stay away even one meter. And there was

nailed to the floor the master of the dog, not just to assess the suitability of scolding the dog or the big or the very fate of his morning walk when the animal is said to everyone's surprise, the cat jumped up looking for going to hit big neck and wield their sharp little teeth right in a major artery.

few seconds delayed releasing the minions in the big dog's neck while the master, cowardly attitude, only managed to shout:

- Piqui Release! Release!

And the puppy from the soil loose and even barking barking of war, raised upper lip displaying biological weapons.

dog and man grabbed the dog by the side of the back briskly and disappeared from the scene, just as the Almighty spat heavy rain to the scene.

And believe it or not, the big man lay on the floor, the rain died from absolute death and for all eternity while the storm that was wearing a red trickle of blood to integrate it into the river and ran along the cord Avenue.

And what a surprise that the gang of reckless grotesque appearance, seeing the blood and see death and especially to see the rain, which dipped to penetrate the skeleton, was given the run in cowardly retreat.

And shortly after that time The big fall in the veins burst and urinated boots happened just a beggar who wore a lapel old pilot lifted, black and shiny in the mud of dirt mixed with water.

and bent over her body searched his pockets and uneasy subtracted two coins, a condom and a little marijuana. And before leaving this miserable carcasses of prey, came very close, as it was shortsighted to see the wound in the neck bore.

It was to be the providence that just then a mature lady who went down from a meter to stay at the man kneeling over the corpse, curious evidence that it was a curious scene. And

The man fled with the flap in the neck and after five steps are lost in the rain.

And as expected was that old when he telephoned the sheriff and a great commotion woke the entire neighborhood.

And the next day it was learned, by nurses, that death was due to key opportunities mammal tusk, rather small, right at the jugular of the deceased who had died. And there was talk of continued gloomy man had been seen kneeling over the body of the corpse.

And I know what happens when the stories are enough for three days of show to the popular myth. And section

"Police" a local newspaper took the story of the vampire that attacked Núñez at night digging his teeth into juicy vein much would you give to the jaws.

A journalist fuss made him the story and published a story per day, per copy. He wrote at night and until dawn. After walking his dog and then went to bed.

Monday, December 28, 2009

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Gish (1991) - The Smashing Pumpkins


discovered this " Gish " disks on the shelf of my uncle Rafa , blood of my blood and one of the people you most comfortable I feel. I was in the "modern" within the vast nightclub disc that has the 60 and 70. They also discovered the " Blood Sugar Sex Magik " of RHCP, the "Where you been " by Dinosaur Jr. Or " Nothing Shocking" by Jane's Addiction . Gems of the 90's in the case of a listener's music specialist 20 years ago.

I already knew Smashing Pumpkins (not go into the debate of whether to write the "The" before or not, I think D'Arcy not taken into account) but do not know very well what, "Paco Perez Brian in" 4 to 3 ? By reading the "Popu ? "Through Fermín ? The first memory that comes to mind is one day in the pool at the time when we were leaving to join the gang great Fermino who presented with the "Siamese Dream " (1993) and I left him. Sorry I did not remember if he had heard or not but in any case this album was and still is, without doubt, of the most important in my life . From there Fermin became unconditional in Chicago and bought everything that made him throw (his parents gave him more than twice the pay that to me) and I enjoy it all a few weeks later. Just went through my hands "Pisces Iscariot " (Jewel, 1994, occupies an important position within the list of outtakes arrived to my hands) or " Vieuphoria "(1994) and so I went to join the list of fans of Smashing Pumpkins .

Well, in 1991 Corgan gave birth to the debut of his band, and I say Corgan and say "your band" because our friend, he insisted on recording all the instruments less drums for winning the consistency wanted "opening up a constant discomfort present in the other members and a reputation as a tyrant on Corgan that would lead to the dissolution of the band at the end of the decade.

Once separated and rejoined, Smashing Pumpkins have today, the end of 2009, seven discs of which, undoubtedly, the first three get all the class: " Gish ( 1991), " Siamese Dream" (1993) and "Mellon Collie And The Infinite Sadness " (1995) Focusing on the "Gish " we must begin by recognizing the musical quality and sound offered for a first job and it should be empowered to producer Butch Vig ( Sonic Youth , Nirvana ) Corgan himself, great musician the end of the bands whose meticulous ruins but generates great works, and why not, Jimmy Chamberlin , for the privilege of being the second songwriter and decorate them with great moments of proving percussion and a large battery . This combination of elements unleashed a powerful riffs ( " I am one ", "Tristessa " ), a great change of pace ( Rinhoceros , the final of "Bury me " that saves the song that falters only slightly) and a rather beautiful ballads and dessert features Smashing Pumpkins throughout his entire career ( "Crush , "" Daydream ")

In short, a first album can be many things, namely:
why fill this wonderful "Gish " a place on this blog so full of emotions and drives good, has a place in your club, let listen for unbelievers and those who did not know, again to be heard by those who forgot and Give it the value .

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Review published on December 29, 2009

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Where Do I Use My Prepaid Runescape Mem

Chronicle a rare Revelation (Carol)

The street disappeared under the rain. The storm drains are crowded urban garbage and the wind carried with leaves and branches to the soup slowly was set between sidewalk and curb. It was a rain hitting any of the Buenos Aires, do not think that just remember that. But I do remember the rain because it was the excuse that I set myself to force me to tidy the room. Wise to the bone, hardly moving a finger without a good reason to invent before. That was me, and proclaimed it so I mocked those who claimed that this inaction was the grossest really lazy, which is a rational ratio of two integers and is not in the marrow.
The worst was the library, that object conspired to clutter the floor could climb walls. The only way to tackle the challenge was to empty it completely and then proceed by rating: novels with novels, essays with essays, manuscripts with manuscripts. Bank promotions and nylon bags and cups of yogurt daily papers would go to the basket - poor weakling!, Glasses, cups and spoons to the kitchen to the closet and drawers, after inspection.
But he soon on the task, I found there in the corner that are shelf and wall stud, under and behind the tangle southeast, unusual and horrible lay a pack of cigarettes without cellophane, open, half-empty and with a vigor which betrayed no time.
incurred this disregard for the delicacy that sometimes infuses spontaneous sudden thoughts, I thought
- What does this shit here?.
I did not smoke or had never smoked or had never allowed anyone to smoke in my house. He was a critic of second-hand smoke in the nose itself and used to pronounce fiery speeches against smokers in the debates indolent coffee and boring gatherings. He made arguments that placed the smoker at the same height as the murderer or the genocide, and not hesitate to pour at the slightest sign of some unsuspecting who dared to deploy its arsenal in my presence. Some friends claimed that annoying my sermons were more unhealthy for the victim that his smoke to my lungs.
There was then before me this mockery of the devil boasting to be the good evidence for a indeed inscrutable. For two years he was renting the place, living alone, and in that time very few people I had visited. Who would have left the package?. I made some effort to analyze the layers of the tangle Southeast in search of clues, but had almost completely dismantled deleted forever.
The next morning I took the package to the University for the purpose of inquiring my classmates. During the break I took the package from his pocket and then a humiliating string of antics and laughter of which I object and the details of which I prefer to get away, someone threw a fact.
"Besides, that is not here marquilla. Must be imported. Ours has a large camel in the middle and tiny and it takes you to the side. The pack must be imported. For now Mr. smokes imported. And we break sovereign balls. I kept only by intrigue
tying for a while until a couple of years later I gave it to a nephew who collected cigarette packs and welcomed the new and rare piece.
By then another curious fact already had joined what would become chaos. A very elaborate silver tea and indecipherable appeared surprisingly bright in the toolbox. There was no possibility that this object had arrived there, unless a thief of pliers and wrenches French forgot to leave him in my absence, which would contradict that preference with them more to bring that to bring.
really was curious about the matte because it looked freshly polished or freshly made, and yet the antiquities experts who decided to consult insisted that it was holding a piece of 1919 or 1920 and that his condition was surprising.
"But not as surprising as his" state of appearance, "I replied.
And again and again narrated by one and another expert in the unfathomable circumstances of their discovery. And again and again the expert clarified that the house I was not used for sale buy objects whose origin was so confusing.
In the months that followed I found a bra, a carpenter's pencil and a small plastic object, very elaborate, as a lighter or a key chain, whose function I never found out. Also could swear that he had lost an average, a corkscrew and a glass everyday and he thought he had broken two and three missing. I know then that the bodice was of Carola, a classmate who had come some time with a clear role and had been committed after another.
By then I was wondering if these domestic details not consistent with any rational explanation, such as finding coins in the drawers or the continuing disappearance of the pens, would not be present in the life of every human being whether it would be part of our imperfect nature render accommodate some aspects of reality, as if the intellect possessed small holes left out of formal representation ability of a minority of insignificant details because this minor glitch is so small it could never be sanctioned by natural selection. Or worse still, that these micro inconsistencies were part of reality itself, to outwit a legion of scientists, the universe for cracks, irrelevant aspects where causality and logic do not, which violates the principle of the excluded and then something can be both true and false or any of those things, where paradoxes abound imperceptible, mounted on a logic visible and concrete structure, forming a hybrid that fails to explain the appearance of dull, but perfectly illuminates the origin of the bodice of Carola.
Time and abnormal accumulation of evidence would loose ground with these speculations.

One morning I went towards the work. Few years had passed since the appearance of one pioneer pack of cigarettes. He had probably lost weight because even the last hole of the belt could keep his pants belted at the waist for a suitable period. The wind was sentenced to Featured in gusts could slow my progress, for the wind, when it is strong, blowing against. I rounded the corner to take the avenue and a blast of dust encrusted dagger in my left eye. Eyebrow instinctively pressed against the cheeks and the case was dropped. When finished scrubbing and returned to the world I was stunned. All signs on the block were covered with big posters up saying "A New Face" below "the same flavor" and center, laughing at me, most perfect and brilliant, a pack of cigarettes appeared identical, with that disturbing Camel punching the mind, tiny and side.
I stayed a moment, his eyes still teary, confused looking at the posters, with the open bag on my back, losing to the last paper in the corner whirlpool, hair disheveled and forgotten his lucky pants, wrinkled on shoes, with a half back to enjoying the meteor wind.
An older man crossed from the opposite pavement.
- You okay kid?. Still dazed
pointed to the sign with the palm up.
I do not understand, "I muttered.
The man looked at the lineup and went back to my face in a reflection of return.
"Come, come to this wind is a nuisance.
After a while the old was Mateando in what appeared to be a kiosk. It was a small room, probably a hall packed with merchandise from the most diverse character, from cigarettes and candy to maps and candles and lamps, and all arranged in a colorful and stirred, intelligible only to its owner.
Between the old and I stood disused photocopier served as table and shelf.
"Two years ago does not work" he had said. The technician told me that the developer has sold out or something, and to replace it costs a pretty penny you seen? When I wanted to make me realized I had to disassemble the entire business. Among
mate and I went shelling Throughout history, from the appearance of the pack to this new testing seemed to indicate that that there was bound to appear even at the time.
When I finished, the man was thinking.
"You know," he said strange things are happening lately. I think you have to visit the bar of Gallego. The del Gallego is unique, never seen anything like it. Maybe he will talk with you and comforting you talk to him.
went the following Sunday. The bar was near the bandstand, about two blocks on the avenue. We went in and crossed the room. It was a simple, clean and comfortable where several individuals were drinking coffee, reading newspapers, talking and gave kisses, depending on the composition and cardinality of the groups. Behind the bar several boys developed various activities related to business. Diligent trays emptied, washed glasses, opening refrigerators, powering the cranks of the coffee machine and murmured without looking monosyllabic words that lit mild and asymmetric smiles close companions.
could not doubt what the Gallego. An elderly man, short paunchy, peeled and growling outside the jokes of others. He looked up and articulated a broad smile at the old man, who did not lose an inch when he looked at me askance.
- Come on, Peter! No you get tired of losing the chess club who come here to lose visitors.
-is that the only purpose of my king is chasing your lady to make it yours in one of the towers.
"Then we see that the gifts of your king you do not like the lady or just a bit, because every time he approaches you, kill him.
The pleasantries lasted several minutes walking cross chess, trick, bowls and skills to roast the pig. Newsagent finally discussed the matter that had brought us there.
"Join me," said Gallego, who never stopped talking.
In the back wall of the room had a door lying on the left. The door led to a corridor doors to the right that gave the kitchen, a bathroom and a deposit, and ended in a small courtyard behind which was the home of Gallo.
Well, between the kitchen, bathroom and storage, through walls, columns and a door, you could see literally embedded, a brand new old car. The tires had a bit of dried mud and windshield of scale showed these little marks left by drops of rain to dry. Chevrolet
"It's a 48-year-Gallego said. Appeared well, as seen on Saturday last week. Most intriguingly
was the way it was embedded in the walls. Where it appeared the wall disappeared self, which continued on the other side as if there were no such wall, but the union of bolide and bricks, no stain was detected. There was not a scratch on the plate or the minor peeling on the wall, one thing went through the other without it being possible to determine which crossing. Nestled in the middle of the house, was the car. Simply.
"We went to sleep one night and the morning we found here. There was no noise or barking dogs or raped and ran the table locks. Nothing. The right front wheel was just in the toilet of the bathroom, so we have no toilet and we have to use the same customers. At first I was discouraged but then a architect who is followed and sits at the table, next to the window, I said it should reform to transform local phenomenon into an attraction for customers. The man continued
shipping a convoluted string of words referring to his proposed reform of the business and do not know how many more.
I was too stunned to follow what the Gallego spoke. We parted after a while and left to cool. We walked in silence without saying more than "that thing right?" Landed at the newsagent kiosk and I went to my house.

In the days following the domestic conversations around the world were filled with disturbing stories. At the University I narrated the history of the order of the bar, but most of amazement, I produced verbiage. All cases had to tell. One after another poured into the conversation appeared improbable stories of objects seemingly from another time, sometimes last, sometimes the future, and to balance the phenomenon, as if he should act the contention that the universe has symmetry, other objects disappeared with uncertain fate. The phenomenon has been
groups began to appear and disappear people. The newspapers spoke of the matter, the news on television, radio reports and gossip from the old market.
"The other morning, a man appeared dressed in clothing 1700 or so, walking down the street in the middle of a smoke. Buildings was looking like the devil, "said one.
- And the son of the hairdresser? Gone!. He went into the bathroom, locked the door and did not go out. When I went to get no answer. They had to break down the door. Was the key in on the inside and he was not. Since then he saw him again.
- Does the hair salon is next to the pharmacy? "Replied the first. You know that I crossed it the other day and I had to look twice because I was so wasted that I did not recognize. His face was as long and yellow, then I said "this guy is going to pass something" and you know I was right. She's not looking good.
And so on this counterpoint delusional interspersed from time to comment on the price of lettuce or fresh fish or new premonitions absurd bombast.
But the stories were true and the events were happening. The youth department
four versions appeared his forty years old, which plunged them both into a deep depression: The old, the recognition of the wreck that had become, and the young, by the revelation the wreck they would become. Decided to commit suicide. I was told the plan in a crossing corridor. The old man would kill the young and that he too would die because I could not exist if he had died seventy thirty. Patiently they complete the other half of the famous paradox.
"But if you die at thirty how will you reach your seventies to commit murder? Streets and marched
perplexed. Later I learned that the boy had killed the man.

In the next seven days it happened. When the accelerated disappearance of people, everything stopped working for lack of qualified personnel. One by one they closed the business owners as they faded. Four days ago, TV and silenced the radio and left of print newspapers. The next day we were electricity, gas and running water and I suspect that there is no justice or police administration.
also defaced the city phenomenon. Small and large portions of buildings were constantly being replaced by references to ancient times to modern times. From time to landslides occurred when what appeared above was too heavy for the remainder below. The trail alternated lawless clay, tile, pavers and conveyor belt. The most curious objects appeared everywhere and spread across the urban landscape took on the profile of a strange sight.
Revenants were the big problem. Every day came to this hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions of them. Came from the ancient past or distant future and only replenished the initial shock is used to focus on the task of securing a shelter, water, food and clothing, which should do in a society that had been orphaned and estates law. Quickly began to form bands grouped by season, age or marriage. Groups of men and women cluster around a natural leader, who ran the business on how to survive in this chaos. And as expected, the skirmishes between groups were frequent and bloody. A small pack was responsible for the corpses, and it was common to see pieces chewed still warm bodies scattered on the street.

Yesterday the sun disappeared, or maybe today. Fortunately I kept
candles that helped me to combat the first night complete. A moonlit night and briefly invisible light of the stars, who knows if they were all.
I locked at home to think and try to understand.
was clear that this nonsense derived temporal chaos in a culture whose average effect was equivalent to the absence of any culture. It operated then a sudden decline in the social structure protocultural ways similar to the higher apes or groups of prisoners in the jails. More or less stable groups governed by a hierarchy of men was established according to a rare blend of sociability and brutality, parallels which displayed a hierarchy of women who struggled for the most powerful men wielding youth, beauty and cunning, in that strict order.
Stripped of every culture, society is left to more primitive behavior fatally revealing that they had always been there. But some discomfort
distracted me from those thoughts. It was like the presence of an object in the corner of my eye, a subject that I could not focus, as when strong light strikes us in the retinas of the side leaving a trace of his dirty we mark a moment of vision. A sense of presence that was moving slowly into focus. Slightly, in that we see when we focus glitter air was forming a denser region in the center of vision, like a bursting light which followed the movement of the eye with a delay less than recovering from a jump when the quiet left look. I put on the table a few inches from the stage and left her immobile.
The small sphere was intensified more and more until completely blind. The blindness lasted a few seconds and then was dissolved in the air to disappear, leaving room around me a similar but different. The candles were gone, and an intense light filled the room from the street. The pictures were different, the table was different and I stalled sweltering bones. I instinctively went to the window. The street was the same hodgepodge of times but executed in a different order and where previously succeeded pavers, clay and asphalt was now a succession of mud and paving asphalt.
I went out. Smothering me shirt unbuttoned to the navel. In doing so, two shadows accompanied own motion. I turned and looked at the sky. I roasted two suns the front, one in the morning and one afternoon in the day day of the world's history. A group of vandals broke a window and ransacked a pet shop at the time a very old car with spoked wheels like a meteor crossed the intersection and is embedded in a cushy positions left newspapers and magazines.
I went and picked up one of the pages of a newspaper unknown. And without surprise I read the documentation for a date unlikely.
walked to a square. I sat on a bench in the shade of a tree that withstood almost smoking. A newborn child shouted at regular intervals, bare backs, fire roasting the soles on the bed of a dry fountain. A heartbroken and bewildered young advanced tumbling with wrinkled trousers above the ankles, a mess of blood on the crotch and the other in the stump of one of the fingers. His beloved was gone in full intercourse taking with them so that, when kept. A little farther on, a crazy man undoubtedly walked steadily, in a suit and tie with a briefcase in hand.
course, I myself had jumped from one era to another during that moment of blindness, but this new time was no different from that rather than the publication date of the last newspaper. Could
men interpreted, the phenomenon and we managed to rebuild some form of ordered structure adapted to the fact that now all jump from one era to another from time to time? Would it be possible to establish an order, constitute a minimal institution could keep a minimum law, a minimum control tool?
It was clear that all hope lay in the ability we had to live in the transcultural, to accept and tolerate the behavior of others, from oldest to newest. That and only that would be the key to a possible adjustment, no doubt: the tolerance in the most extreme forms, a pandemic tolerance, profuse and generous. But the men would be able to practice?. Playing in the roundabouts of mind seemed so simple recipe.
Then a young, almost a boy, got me out cavileo not know who came to answer. He suffered from a fashion
absurd. He was half shaved head and long hair in the other half wore a sleeveless pink shirt that hung to the middle of the belly open, no buttons or buttonholes, some shorts in green leatherette not pass the knees, a pin-hojotas between all fingers and half type glove on his left foot, the same pink shirt. Her eyelids were at half mast, red eyes, a laugh for no apparent reason, stop mocking effeminate gesture. A few meters watchful waiting a brotherhood of similar creatures.
was placed on the lips a kind of cigarette helical and thin black slang in future decades with some vestige of English in the phrasing, I guess I called fire.
Then, in the most revealing and stupid act of my life, I heard my voice saying
"No baby, do not smoke. The cigarette is bad for health.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Heather Harmon Friends Name

Agency for FIAT Story - Four Heads Productions

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are 5 situations that bear no narrative line together. World sponsors
previously unthinkable changes that are now taken normal.



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Sunday, October 4, 2009

Synthesis Of Benzocaine

Use Your Illusion II (1991) - Guns And Roses Use Your Illusion I


As I said in criticism of "Use Your Illusion I "and though I now have my doubts after returning to listen carefully both albums, the second part stalled me much more than that from the beginning. I even remember the color of the cover always liked me, what will this have to do it? The fact is that everything on this album was for me something special. The work begins with "Civil War " the first song of the four vinyl I heard when I got home and I imagined a video apotheosis in the style of "Brothers In Arms " of Dire Straits but with more gunfire and bombs. Then followed a series of disparate but original cuts that I became a consummate fan of a band that was on one side at the top of the world yet the brink.

This Use Your Illusion II now, once old, does not seem so exceptional. There's the closing "My World " whim Axl, who is signed, I will not say much (and now reminds me a lot to " Army Of Me" by Björk of 1995), or inappropriate "Knocking On Heavens Door, "are more prepared to be taken to direct that to be heard and enjoyed on the Walkman or your teenager's room full of posters of Guns N 'Roses Metallica or (although insert video is above and fucking great is that this concert at the Ritz of 1988 is a gem) but at the time contemporary with the publication of the work was neither the first nor the second horror destroyed the original , which entered the album, came and liked it after the first listen. That's a point in his favor for certain is that some discs do not come in first and then, slowly, over low heat, will captivate you, there are also disks that will captivate the first time, even the first fifty times and then you find out on the shelf last year and then see who really was not so and your music taste naturally rejects it and then there are those like it, go to the first and now, after many years, continues to fall well. So is the relationship, at least my relationship with the discs. So whimsical and irregular.

As I said, " Civil War" was the first song I heard and was turning over and over again while I was trying to learn the arpeggio of the first, then wine You Could Be Mine "in Christmas discovered in Terminator 2 near a Schwarzenegger tararearía making good on film for people to realize that I knew it. Also in this second part the " Do not Cry (Alt. Lyrics) ( live here), version with different lyrics to" Do not Cry "of Use Your Illusion I more I liked having letters " alternatives" and to be me at the time to start thinking I wanted to be a type "alternative " I also liked the " Get In The Ring ", despite its simple melody, with that bad temper and that list of people from magazines, music critics and so on. the powers that be to take the ass. Today, and if not because it was not just written by Axl , I'd be grossed out, but there were also Duff and Slash the will respect. You see, I have Mr. Rose on a pedestal .

On the other hand, I must say that this album quite a bit of piano abused and that is something that I do not like talking about a band of "Hard Rock " Abuse in the Use Your Illusion I and abuse in this Use Your Illusion II , in songs like "Civil War " or " Breakdown" or "Pretty Tied Up " The truth is that I never liked or Dizzy or showgirls carrying live, go.

In conclusion, I have changed . In 1991 I went crazy for this album but today with the ears and minds fully educated the first of the two, the yellow I feel much better. I see him with deeper roots, with more class, more Izzy Stradlin imprint . It is true that in both there are great songs, great solos and amazing riffs but also some that another downturn. Gather your why vinyl and 60 tape, go to the player with your father's plate and grabaos both sides with the songs that you like. So you can hear them one after another without quality decreases as you go on the road course at the institute school.

Highlights:
  • Civil War Pretty Tied Up
  • So fine
  • Estranged You Could Be Mine
  • Do not Cry (Alt. Lyrics)
Review published on October 4, 2009

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

One Piece Nami Very Hot

Story board for ELIT Chile - Director: Ramiro Bosch

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Monday, June 15, 2009

Heather Harmon Friends Manem

(1991) - Guns And Roses Blood Sugar Sex Magik


It was the summer of 1988 when I went on holiday with my parents and some friends met them and Guns And Roses and U2 . For that year U2 rested the tremendous tour "The Joshua Tree Tour" and prepared their Yankie "Rattle & Hum " (1988) and GN'R had just to get the "Lies " (1988) was then songs like " One In A Million " or "You're Crazy " gave me know the unplugged side of the Gunners and I opened the door to his bestial debut, "Appetite For Destruction " (1987) as guess as the awakening of my current musical taste and qua until this year, my ears are still not had reached maturity and I simply listen to music that my parents and sisters had long ago bought or recorded, from "Music For The Mases "(1987) by Depeche Mode to the" Yesterday, Today, And Forever "(1982) by Raphael or the first records I bought me a few years ago, the band sound Platoon and a compilation of the Righteous Brothers . So it was not until this fabulous 1991 when records started coming out, me to buy them at the time of sale and fresh listen , peers alive.

So it was with these two Use Your Illusion . I remember the time of going to " Madrid Rock "to buy them in great and colorful vinyl to and soak in each and every one of its courts for hours. Are no more and no less than 30 songs that I'd skin as they deserve, in two volumes starting this " Use Your Illusion I " (1991) that, although I always liked less than Use Your Illusion II (1991) has great moments.

"What out of this first issue ? A highlight on all deliveries of GN'R always have been GN'R , ie from 1987 to 1991 : guitars. On the one hand solos Slash after rhythmic coverage Izzy in the very famous and fantastic " Do not Cry" and "November Rain ", and on the other Izzy riffs present in the best cuts of the record and sole creator of the two songs from Guns And Roses more delve into the roots of Blues and Country of deep America, "You Is not the first "and" Double talkin 'jive "and occasionally remind me that States remain the soul of good music . And a precedent for I love Slash , I claim the figure of Izzy Stradlin having been demonstrated the importance it had for the group since it was in the middle of the tour this record band or no band has been produced in a minute of music at the level we expected and wanted all. Here is my recognition.

And Guns & Roses forged the idea of \u200b\u200b" live fast, die young "with eight years of crushing R'N'R, Hard Rock, Folk and with a slow and distressing death that comes to today with the publication of unbearable" Chinese Democracy " (2008) that it could have been another 17 years in the study of the mansion of Mr. Rose .

Highlights:
Critical
published June 15, 2009

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Breastfeed Husband Toy

(1991) - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Once again I have to thank my friend James the introduction in my ears from a wonderful group and again, how could it be otherwise, through their best album, this Blood Sugar Sex Magik .

I have memories of second half of the 90's being in a room in our neighborhood Aluche in Madrid , listening to this record and inflated to smoke what pillábamos to Olivo in the Cerro de Almodovar . Are diffuse and very special memories because in those days we formed us as individuals and educábamos us to each other through music that we discovered. Were years in which we accepted for show how we tried to guide our parents and teachers because there was no way in our affluent middle class status English but those from within our own designs and we where the fun, the friendship and drunkenness forged our personalities off the baton of music . So as the disks before us were so important to us and showed us the way forward in order to become a wild and unruly teenagers . The

Blood Sugar Sex Magik is an album of 73:54 minutes when blank CDs at the time had a capacity of 74 minutes (Yes, I taped it and so far, I never bought) is composed of 17 fun and deep songs that goes beyond most 4 minutes, combine a low elaboradísimos and a heterogeneous battery clean and catchy, a young voice and ready to party and some guitars in hands, in my view and today, the number 1 in office: John Frusciante . I want to emphasize this member over others because of stage has always been what I've wanted to be . see him move and lean back while playing melodies as easily as well known and of such quality is a real pleasure.

I have to say I've never been a scholar of funk or the rap and even after listening to this album I have followed these genres with much interest but the provision imposed by the RHCP on all their albums makes me think before the quality of musicians that I have before me against the style of music I'm listening. And I make this statement without losing any of the disks that have been published because since returning to action in 1999 with the "Californication " a lot of "experts" have dedicated themselves to criticize without mercy, is some who have lost a bit of freshness and, perhaps, originality, and already a little older, yes, but they all deserve my respect.

Highlights:
  • The guitarists. It's funny but, contrary to the norm, RHCP I stay with the movement that have been in the position of a guitarist. As I said, Frusciante is and will be one of my true idols, but I will not forget the "One Hot Minute " (1995) or Dave Navarro . I think it's a great record and that the former Jane's Addiction had much to do with it. It hurts a lot, then that since the return of Frusciante have not returned to touch a theme of this album because the live will lose large pieces.
  • The simple but beautiful solo of " I Could Have Lied ." Simple and beautiful as so many of John.
  • The great song that names the album: " Blood Sugar Sex Magik "
ship. Critical

published March 19, 2009