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That distant music ... (Series 3, last delivery)

Suddenly there we are, with feelings and broken mirrors, vain, trying to maintain the rate. We draw, as much as possible, a smile, breathe deep and life goes on. Many times has happened. The worst is when you have a few years and we have enough mileage to know certain truths of all truths.

"We live in a melodrama in the best type of Libertad Lamarque or any escape from the forties heroin Mexican cinema." I said Migdalia, premiering role, divorcing his "love for life" , smoking a cigarette, like Maria Felix, choking and they tears, tears, scribbling on her makeup. "Life makes us a bolero sung out of tune and wrong."

And there we are, completing the records that we lack in our particular jukebox. Filling our experiences the lyrics sung by others, sighing sighs provided.

The first time I became aware of something called bolero, was listening to Chucho Avellanet singing songs of Maria Grever, "So ... well ... always, always love you ... well ... " stabbing, in cold blood, many teenagers, and not so young, you will traverse the path. They ran fast the last sixty-lo the former is not metaphor-and I listened to Nilda, daughter of my grandmother's neighbor, "The Philosopher", destroy all the musical notes. She was the killer lyrics Felipe Pirela, Leo Dan, Roberto Carlos, Piero, Leonardo Favio, Marco Antonio Muñiz, Enrique Guzman, Los Cinco Latinos, Palito Ortega, Cesar Acosta, Rocio Durcal, before Juan Gabriel, Armando Manzanero, Sandro, Elio Rocca, Nicola Di Bari and even my grandfather, patience has a limit, almost took away the cup, when he sang "Faced with a glass of wine Luisito Rey.

Well, something I thank Nilda "the tune", knowing that when you have some gifts, it is preferable not to sing ...

And so on, for my life, appearing singers, songs, ballads to come when you least expect it. Songs that are direct entries to the nostalgia. We take that smile, that look and we were looking away, wordless.

The songs got worse with the gringo, Italian, and the boldest, French-the French May 68 also brought his own, Charles Aznavour singing in English was not free -. Was to see my aunts, and her friends, like fish out of water, for decorating the corners of my early childhood.

Sometimes when we least expect it, a song brings a long history, which, as we thought it was forgotten completely dead and buried forever. But no, there is, taking us out the tongue, making fun of us and life goes on.

Or worse. Suddenly give us a song and tell us without anesthesia: "I heard something and thought of you."

time ago, a past came back and gave me not one but two songs, you want chocolate, then there you go two cups, reheat and superespeso-and future, never met , were present.

And there I was, thinking that if it happened that, there would have been that. Any, are many, but they were not, they are not and never will be. This post he had expected a year ago, his real title was "Lyrics life fuck you" , but after maturing the idea, nothing in the world can fuck your life if you do not give him power. In addition, music has always accompanied me, and I follow, giving me wonderful moments, intense moments, just moments of mine, that gift moments, moments that I enjoy.

For example: A week ago I woke up remembering Nilda and done, God knows why, singing a song by Claudia de Colombia while I brushed my teeth and laughed, for God to You not know how much I laughed at the situation unusual. The toothpaste and "You make me miss" not stick, simply will not or glue. My beloved Empress China, when you discuss it, dying of laughter, he said, "It's not that you have a direct connection to radio Caracol

In short I am musical. Music filthy, but do not worry I'm not overwhelmed with the list of my songs, my singers, my themes ...

gift Only one of them songs that gave me and draw their own conclusions.

All the best for you.

PS: Give me a song and tell me why. By the way, I'll be at CCS on 17 May.

Note: Leda Thanks for that instant, the Caracas night looked perfect in the rain, back in the eighties, while Jordan was singing its source, Montaner presented at the Teresa, we played live and dreamed of as future. You're part of my story, thanks for your two cups.