Archive for October, 2005

SuperBarrio

October 20, 2005
¿Alguien lo ha visto?

Baudelaire

October 18, 2005
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… el viento, la ola, la estrella, el pájaro, el reloj, contestarán:
“¡Es hora de embriagarse!
Para no ser los esclavos martirizados del Tiempo,
¡embriáguense, embriáguense sin cesar!
De vino, de poesía o de virtud, como mejor les parezca.

Dance me to the End of Love…

October 18, 2005

…que en la boca de Kate Gibson, el resto se olvida:

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

–Leonard Cohen

To be in Love

October 18, 2005

To be in Love

To spring impetuously in air and remain
Treading on air for three heart-beats or four,
Then to descend at leisure; or else to scale
The forward-tilted crag with no hand-holds;
Or, disembodied, to carry roses home
From a Queen’s garden – this is being in love,
Graced with agilitas and subtilitas
At which few famous lovers ever guessed
Though children may foreknow it, deep in dreams,
And ghosts may mourn it, hunting their own tombs,
And peacocks cry it, in default of speech.

–El grande, único y fabuloso Roberto Tumbas

Pau Casals

October 6, 2005
El marido del Padre.


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México Campióóón

October 3, 2005

Celebrando a Jim Braddock

Maximilian Adelbert Baer

October 3, 2005
Max “Livermore Larrupper” Baer*
(Algo así como Max “el Madreador de Livermore**” Baer)
*Noten su increíble similitud con Craig Bierko,
actor que lo interpreta en Cinderella Man,
no como Russell Crowe y Jim “the Cinderella Man” Braddock.
**Él era originario de Omaha, Nebraska, pero a los 19 años -marzo del ‘28- se mudó a Livermore, California.

Jim Braddock

October 3, 2005
¿Rusell Crowe? ¡No! ¡James Walter Braddock!

Héroes de Celuloide

October 2, 2005

Everybody’s a dreamer and everybody’s a star,
And everybody’s in movies, it doesn’t matter who you are.
There are stars in every city,
In every house and on every street,
And if you walk down hollywood boulevard
Their names are written in concrete.

Don’t step on Greta Garbo as you walk down the boulevard,
She looks so weak and fragile that’s why she tried to be so hard
But they turned her into a princess
And they sat her on a throne,
But she turned her back on stardom,
Because she wanted to be alone.

You can see all the stars as you walk down hollywood boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you’ve hardly even heard of.
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.
Rudolph Valentino, looks very much alive,
And he looks up ladies’ dresses as they sadly pass him by.
Avoid stepping on Bela Lugosi
‘Cos he’s liable to turn and bite,
But stand close by Bette Davis
Because hers was such a lonely life.
If you covered him with garbage,
George Sanders would still have style,
And if you stamped on Mickey Rooney
He would still turn round and smile,
But please don’t tread on dearest Marilyn
’Cos she’s not very tough,
She should have been made of iron or steel,
But she was only made of flesh and blood.

You can see all the stars as you walk down Hollywood boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you’ve hardly even heard of.
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.

Everybody’s a dreamer and everybody’s a star
And everybody’s in show biz, it doesn’t matter who you are.

And those who are successful,
Be always on your guard,
Success walks hand in hand with failure
Along Hollywood boulevard.

I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie show,
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes,
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die.

You can see all the stars as you walk along Hollywood boulevard,
Some that you recognise, some that you’ve hardly even heard of.
People who worked and suffered and struggled for fame,
Some who succeeded and some who suffered in vain.

Oh celluloid heroes never feel any pain
Oh celluloid heroes never really die.

I wish my life was a non-stop Hollywood movie show,
A fantasy world of celluloid villains and heroes,
Because celluloid heroes never feel any pain
And celluloid heroes never really die.

Ray Davies y los fabulosos Kinks

Roqui

October 2, 2005

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