P ould give a series of more or less substantial reasons why I admire Gracia Montes . But I will not bore you with words of fetishistic maudlin and syrupy. Just let me say that the genre of Copla dresses when the last lady of the song only plays one verse of dreams that make up its extensive discography. His cadence, the thrill of his voice or his crystalline timbre bristle hairs of the skin and propel the strings of the soul. said Juan Solano -great composer Extremadura, that Grace is heard in a nightclub and his voice is never forgotten. True is, as difficult it is to forget his vibrato, his lordship, the transparency of his voice and say. Rose in the firmament of the great, learned Copla raise the podium of Art and smoke away colmao for locking them up gold in his throat prodigious. And there was glass and bright column to support the roof of the temple boasts of Andalusian culture.
E Sevilla T here is a place where order reigns ever, optimism, kindness and good manners ... As I tell them. There is only one place where you're going to buy a cd Concha Piquer and I refer to the section of Pop-Rock ... This ability to make the diva faller in disheveled ochentona certainly worries me, still make me laugh. I am talking about Music Department El Corte Ingles, the place where the last thing melomania queen. I know it will seem strange in these times that range, but there are still some nostalgic that go to the mall to buy music. Music swarms usually not in the top manta handle the brunette that we welcome the hearing by the district or Nervión Charco de la Pava in morning hours nonsexual trade. They still maintain this peculiar custom, we can enjoy free a wonderful picture of English absurdity in the above Department musical style of Valle Inclán. El Corte Ingles, the place where the sun never sets, jealously preserved the atmosphere of prim ladies of Ruiz Cash of the fifties Hairdressing merged with the neighborhood to Manoly's Barber . When you interrupt their gossip to ask a Cd, the employees Monino bend his back, his face furrowed and haggard look bleak direct you to any shelf where everything is stacked unclassifiable. Juliette Greco they often sound like a dramatic soprano, because I always send to the Classic section. Like Gloria Lasso is for ell @ s a sort of a English Cher, drug use and now mired in a rehabilitation center. If not, do not understand, as I sent to the Section of International Rock. This place has its own laws, look no dialogue, freak Use your side!
H oday kitsch is used with a pejorative important and should be differentiated between kitsch and tacky. The kitsch not necessarily have to or should be inferior in quality to what is not, though many Anglo-Saxon adjective brandish the spear to discredit everything. What tacky touches on the coarseness, kitsch instead maintains a point of elegance. A few days ago watching a solo exhibition in the halt of the Alcazar of Seville on the figure of Luisa Roldán (highly recommended) I "These are clay sculptures look wonderful kitsch" . And no one disputes its quality. Today, the Web browser to retrieve, I read an article about Gloria Lasso following "possesses an outmoded style ranging from kitsch and baroque " Like the baroque and kitsch out crime! Please reggaetoniana if music is the height of baroque intolerant and sexist! Just what is kitsch is not fashionable? Sadness that causes me to break artists such as Gloria Lasso, so blithely jeopardizing his diction, languid and feminine gender as a few popular, and easy to make fun with adjectives and supposedly chic or in - in lexicon of jet - his musical legacy. It is true that not everything he recorded was good, but in the decade of the "50 gave a lesson in how to place insurmountable voice, caring the most of the details and develop a range of resources that have given voice to their records a unique and colorful sound. If your issues were minimal, Who cares? Did many of the artists that dominate the charts of this country do not hold a style scrawny, corny, depoliticized, adorned with prosody rather hackneyed and mediocrity disguised? The greatness of an artist is to raise the podium of art that in real life is irrelevant in any form.
In this warm morning Thursday, I offer an animation of icons very representative of contemporary art. As they draw from the words attached to it is a "video used in the learning process of Multimodal Communication, Arts and Design Institute Herman Hollerith." I thought it was interesting to show it because such tools can be useful when approaching the world of contemporary art to certain sectors of the public (children, elderly) who do not have the means to decode these coded images. Although not without some note kitsch (Gioconda parlando the viewer) in general is quite attractive. Judge for yourselves.
Micaela Rodríguez Cuesta, artistically known as MIKAEL . Triana, beautiful, black eyes torn stealing sleep and a mysterious voice that comes from the earth, its land of Andalusia, the birthplace of songs. Came into the world in the Triana district sevillanísimo early age and debuted in the radio program RIDE, Bobby Deglane. Participated in the music scene in the capital of Spain and several low-budget films in which his presence was a teaser for the viewer: The Lady Tabarín , Gringo or 1930 Diggers. In Mexico she met the greats of English intellectuals in exile, Felipe Leon for example. These circumstances that shaped the character and unique as the young Andalusian art. On his return to Spain in the decade of the "60, achieved major hits - The moon and the bull, Rio Manzanares, I have miedo torero or Luna of Spain -. Although undoubtedly the most ambitious and coherent path Mikaela was recorded at Generation poets "27 in the middle of the Franco regime. In 1964 vinyl impressed songs Popular Federico García Lorca , accompanied by the Symphony Orchestra of Madrid, achieving a flawless performance and unsurpassed to this day. Highlights of this album a masterful Nana de Sevilla, a colorful Chinitas Coffee or Grooms of Monleón . In 1968 it was the turn of Rafael Alberti's poems and his first stage, for Marinero en tierra, 's lover, and not see Green or Joselito in his glory, to music by Anton García Abril and supervised by Alberti himself. Although Mikaela always occupied a modest flat in the social sphere, Sevillanía through his world, the valuable interpretation forgotten poets made a repressive regime, the extraordinary professionalism that accompanied it to the end of his days and his voice so magical and mysterious well worth the sincere and humble tribute.
Tino Casal What can be added! His name is a landmark and a reference in the field of music in this country. A ARTIST in every sense of the term. Provocative, Baroque, with an extraordinary voice, a expressive inexhaustible resources and unique staging. His avant-garde and subversive personality hole in the ground found the fruitful libertarian "80 . Neocasal was his first big pop hit. I would Black Label or Red Ice , consecrating it as a key artist in the musical evolution of this country. As stated on its official website: "The best biography is in his songs." Nothing like them will mean more and define its vast human talent, artistic and vocal. AS A to discover and be seduced.
José Tejada Martín, Pepe Marchena, almost anythin. Marchenero strain, troubadour flamenco prodigy subversive doctor without lyrics and, above all, an exceptional artist with his voice, his great taste and sensitivity in dealing with the songs, learned to set her own style, personal, village nuances, inflections and goblins. A singing his very far from being "for ladies" , scratch the ears the same thing about flamenco aficionado than the rocker. Because his vibrato, his musicality and freshness not leave indifferent anyone. Marchena is to sing what Murillo painting: the genius gentle, indolent syrup and cinnamon in a large generator. All my admiration for him.
few days ago, surfing the net (as you see I also find fun outside PornoTube), I found a peculiar contest. It was responding on more than 20 words to the following question: What do I do before I die? What I wrote did not get to send it, but I transcribe below. Sorry if at some point fell into the kitsch. We all have our sore spot:
"WHAT I WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE?
What a question. At age 24 it is difficult to look beyond your immediate horizon, but for sure one day we will have a ready to answer this question. Because, ultimately, life is like an express train, does not stop at nothing, and sooner or later the passenger is to alight at any station. This is best done in a simple way, like any bureaucracy is made, without haste, with body relaxed and calm mind. I recommend you avoid crowing vacuous, whining, grimacing or melodramatic performances of any kind. At times raw, naturalness and intuition may be your best weapon, "outsider." In addition, the unknown is always attractive, why strive to see everything so black? Who's responsible for creating all this absurd and evil macabre iconography about death? Yes, it comes from old ... I know. But as a human invention never ceases to be just that, a fiction, an illusion, a manifestation of fear of what man does not know and can not lock in any of the shelves of his locker. In a as ephemeral as a society in which we live, where what is fashionable today morning becomes museum piece, in an affluent society and artificial, where fame, meat and the stock traded more than any personal achievements, one can not but reflect a little, sit a "smoke a cigarette" and burst into laughter at what he sees around him. Do it, is a healthy habit and save visits to the psychologist on call. should, man, look beyond the neon lights that flash in your skyline, beyond the glare of the shiny metal body, even beyond the diaspora erotic project bespoke bodies (such as a suit) but sometimes hidden inside a barren landscape. After away all layers of the onion, the human being is only a single suitcase and a one way ticket in hand for a trip that can be magical, rich in adventures, frenetic, or Rather bland, prim and prissy. In any case, is a unique journey of no return possible in which only you can set the course and speed. Therefore, traveling companion, pointing of applause and glory, light travels with luggage, outlines a frank smile for the rest of the passengers and you have no fear of showing what you feel, want and want. Thus, cuando te apees del tren no sentirás pesar, ni nostalgia, ni angustia por lo que atrás dejaste. Ese día de despedida y comienzo podrás decir en voz alta y con alegría: “Sólo sé que he vivido”. Esta frase encierra a fin de cuentas lo qué no quiero dejar de hacer y no es más que HABER VIVIDO. Gracias por acompañarme en este breve trayecto, amigo, y suerte en tu viaje".
Hay quien se fue y ya no volvió. Hay quien regresó pero tú ya te habías m archado. Hay quien quedó varado en la orilla de una estación y otros que cogieron un bus anywhere. Some people spoke when all was said, some people stopped being able to say so much ... Some dreamed of oceans and beaches and who was shipwrecked in the moisture in your mouth. Some looked through windows and who I turned away as a stranger. Some cried out in fear, who howled between the sheets ...
Some people forgot a shoe to see you again, and the innocent who lost an afternoon in your room. There he slowly kissed your sex a thousand times, who tore you a blow delalma strips. Some people broke the dishes one summer night, some people collect dust and sweat and stains. Some people threw their books and sorrows through the window, who told you the most beautiful story ever told. Some gave you with oleanders and roses, there are those who sowed weeds in your garden. Some people tired of everything, began a journey of no return, some people with nothing to hold on, found shelter and warmth in your arms.
SURREAL IN PAPER CONSERVATION SEMINAR. EARTHQUAKE IN SPAIN SOS
molecules Dance, Free falling from his papers, Ions detected passions Not everything is maintainable, annual documentation 15 meters out of your hands, Candies for the kid I was, Bags that dream to be hung in your chest, hands changing destinations and directions And nobody understands the mechanism of microfilm Nah, you see. Stock Bundles deprived of affection, your kisses Enfríame not to die as a canvas crackle report. aniline ink is a powerful poison to decide my death. Who owns colors? Scripture mordants that are tied to the pulp and your kisses on my skin.
red ink pens and my notes from children. Zeros, outstanding = mediocre people, pedantic little characters. boy I was always notable. How to preserve the warmth of your body on my sheets and seal your kisses on Japanese paper? Pats certified mail. Records of students who never existed. Ode to a PC with a death foretold. Roaring Belly RIPA reminiscent sea. adult voices claiming innocent souls. Surreal is the title of a magazine. uncorked bottles rolling on the floor. E-mails that replace kisses and hugs. My maturity dead in the water of the toilet. This smells like shit and my future sucks. not want them to do what you ask. How to jump when cobwebs paralyze your body? The rapporteur has given me the dick like a cucumber. The timidity of your eyes as much as I like to fuck. Press conferences boring popcorn. This comes to an end and I have not said anything.
Terremoto de Alcorcón, the media idol, an icon for gays, lesbians, transvestites, stingrays, monkey show, ladies old tired of bland bridge games, girls climb, University of mariliendres exercising on weekends, which queens it feels too heavy crown, whores, cupleteras posthumous, bears, pimps, procurers, folk, churros, hawkers, divas accelerated ... The same. Unique, genuine and inimitable. More brilliant than ever returning with "alienated" , plagiarism hummed as God commands the hit of Dover , because she does not averse to a good tune, whether The Caballé, Olvido Gara Flowers and Lola . Women's politically incorrect, multifaceted artist who defends the look around a hundred , plastic flowers cemetery niche type Andalusian and, of course, flesh tights latina tight frames. She is dedicated this post, his smile and free spirit and transgressive in the midst of a society as affluent as prudish.
Just a guy looking for love. Is this the hazardous journey of a young man through puberty and adolescence, where no shortage of games that promise more than they actually offer the fast-sex , the philosophy of disposable and, of course, a BSO amazing with a fast pace. The aesthetic masterfully combines all the ingredients of the genre pink. This spot is part of a French campaign in support of AIDS awareness and safe sex. the title of "Vivez assez longtemps pour trouver le bon. Protégez" ("Live long enough to find the good. Protect yourself"). Hope you enjoy it.
SUGAR BABY LOVE THIS IS A WORK OF ART AND YOU. LEAVING BARCELONA might hack
JORDANA SOTO, that the interdisciplinary artist who profess a particular fondness (Vds. not interpret anything beyond what is written because I am a queer conviction and desire only artistically), has given selflessly to this blog a slide show, slideshow, which illustrates on his most recent and provocative style. She is dedicated this entry desiring its full artistic and creative potential hidden, to be guided more by their artistic impulses and forget a little thing of "what to expect from Jordan." Thanks friend. Courage and luck.
C ITY cosmopolitan, plural ... In preparing their unexpected meetings nights, daytime bustle pervades everything. The rush, sex and the hundreds of languages \u200b\u200babound their sidewalks while car horns pierce your eardrums hum of the Andalusians. The mannequins in the windows cast their perfect shape on the modernist carpet when it gets dark streets and neon lights flash as well as your eyes. This is when the dragons and gnomes come to life and facades weave a tapestry of enchantment and mystery abroad. Happens then the lost soul of the traveler looking for places where beach and meet people who, clueless as he lights up the night with his youthful indolence and naughty teen face. One, who long ago stopped believing in rolls with an expiration date, warning remains barricaded behind the shield of indifference. More nostalgia of arms to cling to the warmth of a den Tarragona Street and the rubbing of hands on your waist will make you forget the paper and your name it. "Night weakens the hearts ..." said Ismael Serrano and mine-recosido and more patches to the pants of a schoolboy-needed Sunday morning a pair of crutches to keep his old tic-tac. In this instance, the case still undone, museums full of brochures that you hate, I return to my daily routine, my coffee in the CEA, and I think the trip is only a truce in our lives far away, a balm to follow live on this side of town where the antennas of a litter the sky Spring is coming.
(Dedicated to an enfant terrible with whom I met in the Plaça de la Universitat)
As the list of services seems to increase every day for legal purposes, I present this delightful video, recorded by an amateur enthusiast where sensuality, innuendo and its undeniable beauty can overcome the poor image quality. In homage to the English Anti-Tobacco Law 28/2005 of 26 December and, of course, the standard bearer the cause smoke, Mila the Sinper Merche. Because "Smoking is a great pleasure, sensual ... Smoking hope to pimp I want behind the glass of windows and happy while I smoke my life consumption ..." and Saritissima said.
At a time now, I attended the closing and closing of what is now commonly llámanse spaces, spaces or blogs. I am told cercanísimas sources, the closed sign hung at the moderators of these virtual territories as places consider "inappropriate or potentially harmful to other users. More damaging are the comments of any journalist middling or one of those English politicians facherío against gays, lesbians and goats if they please (what zoophilia is also traded in the market for services) and no one gets scared in the least. Moreover, we look with indifference to devour Bette Davis as a cigarette Mila's health. I convey The news that I have in my intimate tipped off, because you are not sure if tomorrow will be the small piece will come open or virtual police clausurarte display the local meat and banal rhetoric. While yes, before I hit a search, no more missing. If they work, do it for me completely.
Again, the sad fact is evidence that freedom of speech is a myth, an area network fencing and carnal excitement, this is the porn porn, handcuffed and processed. With the sign "Closed for demolition" has met Jordana, a suburban artist looking for a way of expression, escape and evasion in the network. "And all for show some tit in my drawings," says the artist between line C2 stumbling towards Los Remedios. With a particular iconography, where the gothic world coexists with shapes and characters from the anime, Jordan creates amazing images halfway between reality, dreams and lyricism. How can say of his works are pornographic? Who is the bigot who set these ridiculous judgments? With all the madness of our society, the rot, the stench that emanates, is frankly ridiculous that someone come to give moral lessons and apply a strict censorship on the sincere work of young artists. Engaged in more depth issues and let people express as they leave the big toe are with you Jordan! And, as would the appreciation that all of us, "costs a lot to be authentic!" In these times.
That adverse winds lyricism, romance and the novel by Danielle Stelle is a verifiable fact. Yes, dear, we have discarded all the romance of our lives along with clothing from last season to take a mask of self-gloss and superficiality angry, which in some cases merely cover barely a dry and barren place internally. The triumph of appearances seems undeniable, as silicone implants, designer drugs and cable TV. Together we are building and promoting a kind of superman with a foil wrapper, overwhelming, uncompromising, brazen, blinded in the diaspora of its own absurdity, which lives This frenetic pace, with report of fish and dust accumulated over the boots of the cowboys in the Midwest. This new specimen is a postmodern fairy called to be aware of its ephemeral nature of the inconsistency of a world that does not stop at nothing and, above all, firmly believes in the philosophy Spartan "the use and Pull .
In a spiral of drugs, sucking corporations, designer clothes and body oils patented postmodern queer lives, oblivious to any problems ideological, social or human. With a frivolous smile on your beautiful skin rash moves in the shadows of the night, wrapped in a halo of perfume and alcohol sweet design for your skeleton lounging under the glare of a dance floor and there looks to be center of gossip, of Mechelen envy and even the universe itself if necessary. Here anything goes, any method is permissible to be seen. Sometimes you have to pay a high price to rise to the podium of the disk and receive the noble and illustrious title of the post-modern fairy number one , crests so delicious to the appetites of the above, are so hungry for recognition and unanimous approval.
When you sleep with a young twentysomething, a sketch of this specimen, and it hits some crabs, a couple of pulls on Thongs and Perfect ass and tells you that his idol is Brian Kinney, the only thing you can do is: or throw on the terrace of your room flat or Avecrem Avenue astenolit prepare a cocktail of vodka and get you a finger through the anus.
The common man seems to have started an exodus to unknown lands, angered by his role as "second fiddle" in the social sphere and the unstoppable rise of the Ultramari . At the moment we do not hear, do not know their survival mechanisms and inhospitable land of make-up tricks. Has opted for a simple camouflage and a mask of discretion, but not quiet. We know that on her graceful head revenge plan and a few crows announcing unfavorable omens and sow doubt in the firmament of polystyrene of hyper postmodern queer. The battle is about to unfold. Meanwhile, there is only a stoically resist arranged on a couch with a black vinyl coat Watine and a cigarette between his lips humming that of "smoking hope the man I want ..."
How to start a trip? There are a number of basic instructions that every good traveler should know. Properly equipped, mix equal parts of excitement and paths dose of patience and, of course, face up with a clear head, foot rested and the ability to improvise in the pocket of his jacket. So you can start any trip as you need, from mental, emotional, physical, verbal, sexual, business, stealthily, in a hurry, relaxing, no date of return, so crucial. Can extend the list they want.
In Travel is always a farewell note for what we leave behind and joy for the new adventures that fate will bring. This point of uncertainty hangs over the traveler and it forces you to constantly keep your senses alert, also brings excitement and desire to excel. A whole life can turn 180 degrees to take a corner for spinning a street in any big city. Chance, magic and the mechanics cosmic weave a tapestry where nomadic life can explode into a thousand pieces and glitter, then return and re-broken down into thousands of parts.
On the way we can arrive at a good port or point to our destination. Also we stay on the road stuck in a sea of \u200b\u200bneon in the arms of a stranger. But nobody, absolutely out of it unscathed. So now, located in the Kilometer Zero, I would like to welcome all who in any way or at some point in this way wish to join this walker. Thanks.
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