Among all the artistic techniques, I have my favorite.
Fresco.
The fresco technique is laborious, difficult, complicated and admits no tweaks. Once the pigment has been applied is absorbed entirely by the base. If you make a mistake, no choice but to break everything and start over. When you know something about this technique, you can get an idea of \u200b\u200bhow big it was the work of Michelangelo in the Sistine Chapel, as well as many before and after him. Corrections can be made, but later, only when the fresco has dried. Usually done with the technique of tempera. The problem when mixing two-fresco and tempera techniques, is that the latter, the temple, over time, deteriorate, rust and is the cure worse than the disease. Leonardo tried to do and turned his Last Supper scribble in a few years. Leonardo was a genius, but even the sun has spots.
I always thought life, our life is a fresco. Every day, every moment, every moment is a smooth coat of plaster to which we are going to apply lime and, when the latter layer is wet paint on it. Life itself is a cool finish just with our last breath and that will be lost, usually the leaves of the huge book of time.
Therefore, every day, every moment, thank you to life to discover, know, understand, as I discover, know, understand so many people giving me the wonderful gift of having them in my life.
Today I thank you for being, being. All you do that cool enrich my life every day. Everyone, from those who do not want me, and I even hate, to those who give me your smile, your eyes. Everyone ... from those flirty doñas who decided to leave my life without leaving the memory of those princesses easy laugh and quite theatrical, my wonderful Nas, my graciously. From the flower she decided to die air leaving sigh of perfume. You know my divine "lady" is a foot from me, lost in the pristine look of my beloved Empress China and have the presence of my Migratory Bird.
Friends, in life you have to be grateful. Thanks to new horizons, thanks to those who have always been, for those who are, for those who are ..., thanks for letting me be in their lives.
For those who do not have my Christmas card arrived there he goes a personal message:
"The days go without making much noise. Come slow, sometimes fast, intense, weird, long, short, sublime, sometimes different and even difficult. The days come with all the leaves clean with a lot of dreams to be, with its trails to discover, with beautiful horizons to conquer, and enjoy with sweet melodies and music for dancing.
The days come with stunning looks that look with a smile and shared smiles. The days come with a whole load for you. Discover them, enjoy them.
May all your days be a wonderful day!
always write it in "All the best for you", now back to what you want from the depths of my best wishes.
raise my glass, I toast it, toast to you. "
To You ... for everything and nothing, nothing and everything. Thank you very much.
The branch did not go unnoticed by the gossips of the block and the rumor spread like a wave throughout the development ... was the time of the radio Bemba, a world away from the cell, Internet and technology stuff.
Let us otherwise you lose me. He said that yawned my eyes to see such monstrosity in the middle of the room. It was a crazy thing more impressive than the sight of Boris Karloff or Lauren Bacall's voice, which is a tell. There was before me the big 36 stems Bird of Paradise (Strelitzia reginae), vast and countless greens like foliage and shell-bark for the southern cone of coconut-based. Forming all, as a whole, an impressive range almost Seville. In the middle of the tropical forest a tiny card with the note, written by hand, with "I accept?" And signing a lone "C".
Chucho Avellanet Then came a week later, with his "Thousand Violins" to point out, if this was possible, the love of "C" to "M".
And there wedding ... and I slept, that endless night, seeking, among a forest of legs eternal dancers, the legs of my mother.
streets.
it wears light early on Tuesday September 15, 2009. The cold wind crosses the Gran Vía as I the way in isolation. A constant stream of white taxis going from one place to another. Some pedestrians from the sidewalks. I see ladies of a certain age, who hide behind the cartoons that H & M left in a corner. Beyond Africa, crochet dress cheap, makes the "street whore." Gentlemen, I invite you to see "pretty girls" as they give me a drink with a complimentary pass. "Adios Madrid ..." , Elisa sings in my memory. Truth Karin?
From my hotel window, I get to SAMUR to be a poor Romanian drunk. Other Africas, in miniskirts and challenging evening, make another version of "The street whore." A security guard on the other side of the avenue, leaving open the door and sneaked into a man ... we see him out minutes after closing the zipper of his pants and went home as furtively as she entered. At the same time, divine time zones, call a friend to see how you solved a little problem with your wedding
music.
Back to three hours before ..., I left the cinema. I went to buy a "natural mineral water gasocarbónica" minerais gastric em-rich 100% natural, and before leaving the hotel I went for a walk and see windows of closed shops, marvel over, if that is possible, with all rococo domes of the Gran Vía, making my own music video while listening to his music. I am a dervish mental getting lost among its leak, its horns, the strings ... while sleeping or intends Madrid sleep.
Flores ... the flowers are, for me, a meaning of life. I do not usually associate with cemetery or funeral flowers. Generally, cold graves are filled with them each time you meet one more year of the games. The flowers are life and gives life smile. Although sometimes that smile, dressed in flowers, water with the best of our tears. And I wonder: is it filled with flowers and tributes late that we were unable to take in life that we want?
Streets ... thousands of steps per walk and walk. Million beats following these steps. Primal rhythm beats as we mark the pattern of eternal music. With their dens, with their corners, with their lanterns, with its sewers, its brothels, with songs of laughter and tears. With its piano tune, with its smoke, its pavements washed with the vain desire to be solitude, with his breath of alcohol cheap or expensive. Sequins look dull and sad old whore. Bring streets, streets that lead.
Music ... can imagine life without music?
2 years ago today Aldemaro had the bad taste left us. I imagine that some will remember as many ways as there are music lovers. Some cry, sigh or taking a whisquisito, smoking a cigarette, looking away, perhaps, others were silent, others taking natural mineral water ...
gasocarbónica
Aldemaro ... what you pod !
All the best for you.
NOTE: Aldemaro 's music has a non-know-what-you-grow to be performed live and direct. It seems that the energy of his music radiates the musicians
It is no secret how I admired, as always, the incredible voice of Barbra Streisand. Indeed, there are moments of Currently, those who lead us into infinity "beyond the stars" as those of a stroke, they send us on a tour of pits on the Marianas, to have small fish and no diving or tour guide.
There are moments of time. Our life is an accumulation of moments after moments that paint a fresco, a large Byzantine mural that shows what we were, we are, what we are.
has been one of those "moments" that mark a before and after. Was to see and open a door where it all possible are possible to perform a roulette which played without knowing the rules.
has not been easy this way and I wonder it should be. Much has happened since that August 16, 1990, that day I decided to play all my cards "Life is a tombola, raffle-ton-ton ..." and here we are together.
I have no words to thank you for everything you've done to me. For you I know parts of me I know have, unsuspected qualities, skills, sleeping, gifts, attitudes that without you I've never met and that is appreciated.
I was, I discovered, cook, multilingual radio dancer, psychologist, potato peeler, lawyer, carpenter, director, Taylor, Detective, very, very good indeed ", actor , gardener, mechanic, copilot. I have been, to my regret, a psychiatrist with our domestic version, very bad indeed, of that terrible Alex Forrest, Glenn Close, at the time, he did great, "and unfortunately, still hovers, like smelling bad and fly, from time to time in our lives, some people definitely do not understand, or learn, or respect, or na- "And then say you are a stalker , told me after a night of constant calls ... the truth that people do not know, no has no idea what is being bullied 24 hours a day " . I also saw it as administrator, card player, JP, clown, plumbing, baggage handlers, bartender, travel agent, student, lover, occult, alarm clock, witch without art, translator, dear, a worker, the other querrequere. Designer, partner, dreamer, teacher, industrial consultant in charge of related, scrub dishes, counselor, children, director, accountant, tour guide, a painter, "Flight Operations Officer, loved, packer, singer, nurse, conciliatory, photographer masseuse, babysitter and a very high so in your hands. I can not complain, really.
In those years have found, in my trench, followers. Adherents of the most varied and I leave, not to say the least, stunned: My mother "There is only one person in the world who understands me" and my eyes rolling on the floor. My brothers will eat only hugs kisses see you. My sisters are lost in your blue eyes. My friends completely mesmerized. Laura "is that it is my catire catire" while Henry, her husband, she stares of "Monalisa" deep breath. Mary "It is a note" . Cristina, Nini, Lucy, Octavio, Carlos, Victoria, Naky, My Nas, My us, My Princess, The Shoes ballet dancer, La Tortaressa-which makes some amazing cakes, and a lot more friends to send us some wine, thank Tongolele Na from the States together.
We have lived all around, when insufferable incredible nights of Eurovision or your terrible movies on Saturday night in front of your face premiered "Eggs Kandinsky" , love has their faces and minuses. We survived the Anno horribilis where we learned that American films, however preposterous they may be, exist in real life, we understood that there are wonderful people, people absolutely and completely nutritious "My beloved Empress China- see "Hummingbird" increasingly fat and I love to see your face to tell me "I hate when you're right" and I hang for a change, a new medal.
love your "Cristobal Colon" internal , your forgetfulness congenital or genetic. Birth, death and resurrection of Gaviota (?), Your "Eggs Kandinsky" , your daily "Five minutes" that it becomes easy, in a long time. Your three gin and tonic, see London become the living room of the house, dinner daily at midnight, your syndrome "throw it away everything" they surprised me with a new post for a musical. The mourn me after that ballet. also always torture me to accompany you in your endless travel, how many years of my life walking the halls of an airport? - And, I forgot, your glorious "Eggs Kandinsky."
is a pleasure, I have no choice, sharing the bed with goose-swan is believed that, "Wow, Coco, Denim, Brumel, Tin, Sidney, Hairy, Refu, Igloo, Clarence, Blue-Dog "or some mutant 40. Quack And among them, the master of your neck, that entity that has been my heart and soul of today. Love has a duck and we are a couple of crazy.
sang Through The Years Kenny Rogers and becomes truth in our lives, every day. It is not easy ... but who said it would be easy.
My beloved Empress China, in a wonderful afternoon in your garden, under the tamarind trees, he said, "A good film is that makes you go through all the moods " and right, when not to.
And that is you I am living my best movie and you are 19 years nestled between the wings of my Migratory Bird. Sweet time where I discovered the wonder that is the meaning of the words "U.S.", "BE", "SER." In addition, Aldemaro Romero, "Who else?" - He wrote that song: "You and I are a multitude" and true. Just You and I form a crowd. "The greatest power comes from love between you and me, we're a crowd" and words are unnecessary.
to you, my readers: They say that happiness is better shared, so I wanted to share with you the joy of my life in these our first 19 years.
All the best for you.
PS: Monica, Na Montanes has sworn me "With what we have lived, when are you going to write the novel" and I can not, I would not know where to start. And she continues: "Please read the book of Esther Tusquets, had won the war, to see how you can write something in the very first first-person I read in one sitting and I smiled.
Rosemary, my sweet "Madam Mayor" -going to kill me and ... my mom is fine, also waiting, hungry, something written by me. Have read little something, a few chapters of a project, and said "Finish it ... it is very good."
yet they expect and hope that very soon have something to hand.
1979-2009
_Tienes to write something, your blog and am sorry. Patricia told me a few months ago. _No
know what to write ... well, the truth that I have issues, but I decide that I have not time.
_Que Not have time? At least you should let that rare mix of Stieg Larsson, Roberto Saviano, the Boris Izaguirre and Mishima. Read all at the same time is crazy. How many times have you read to Larsson so far this year? You're going to drain the brain ... and write something, at least.
For a moment I thought he was right, I take several months to not loose the work of Larsson, the three novels I devoured in hours. And reread the first two and I'm coming for the proofreading of the third. Not to mention the other authors and the airport ...
Let's start.
I will be more than half of 2009. All years, how deep I am, gives us, among its pages, lots of features. A bunch of blank pages to write on them what we want. It gives us the opportunity, and up, tear them to be thrown away with the words in our minds the " If you've seen ... or the memory!"
At the same time each day, every year, arriving with the stamp of the days spent. Dates memorable, forgettable dates, expected date, dates excusable, dates acquired or / and at the same time imposed.
In 2009, it made me interesting. A lot of possible things I have ever written in his hours, unable to write even a comma. Should write, for example, over the 200 years since the birth of Charles Robert Darwin and 150 of its "The Origin of Species should not wait any longer ... because I think you can not get to write something when you meet the 250. Life is perfect and I do not think I see. I'm not a genius when he wrote that the world changed radically since Freud and Carlitos, Marx, did what they did.
also, and living in Geneva is completely inexcusable, should write "little something" about John Calvin. Met 500 years of birth and everything that came after him. It occurs to me, as taken on the fly, make a technical touch to the work of Max Weber - The Protestant Ethic and the Spirit of Capitalism- and the result would be the height of arrogance, a wonderful analysis proud of the global crisis we suffer today.
few drops of what American would not hurt in all this, considering that American society is a mixture of Darwinism social and Calvinist church. A natural selection as the success we add or failure is predestined gives us, as a result, "wild capitalism" in its pure state . In "Together States" , and he who is without sin, Calvinism-Puritanism to be more hard and dry, along with Darwinism is that they are justified, I can think of the market laws.
things Darwin Connect with Calvin to finish with a loud self-promotion, and take out his tongue to my friends economists. It would be a wonderful writing ... the truth?
But no, the 2009 is little round in a matter of topics for writing. The fifty years of " Cuban Revolution" and my photographs "in situ" , 200 the birth of the fabulous world of Edgar Allan Poe, 200 years after Handel's death, 200 the birth of the sound of Mendelssohn , the 100 years of the first leg of Albéniz, the 150 years of this wonderful institution called "The Red Cross." 30 years of the departure of Reza Pahlavi, and all that it has been implicated in the oil world. The same 30 years the crown, no crown, of Thatcher. 30 years, yes, there has been 30 years, with the coronation crown-of Maritza Sayalero as the first Miss Universe, Venezuelan. The other 30 of the coming to power of the Sandinista Front ..., 40 years pisadita Armstrong on the moon ...
Finally, issues as for all tastes ...
Today marks 30 years that a group of children dressed up to take a diploma. A diploma that crowned the efforts of five years of study. 30 years of wind-blown seeds and are now a bunch of glorious bellies, of professionals, proud bald, collections of divorces, marriages, honest gentlemen, some corrupt, in the good and bad sense of the concept, "of exquisite parents , of gentlemen with children and even grandchildren.
multiple memories 30 years in sales and wholesale. known 30-year history of shared secrets. 30 years without Alegre morning that talks about you ... ", 30 years of football games, 30 years of not kneeling on the asphalt playing baseball, 30 years up and down those stairs, 30 years of green columns .
afternoon 30 years of rain, scorching heat, the endless masses ...
are 30 years of foreign roads, crossroads, long dreams, some nightmares, laughter and tears. Although we have not seen some more, some pages are forgotten, some are black and white images, photos they lose their color and become diffuse.
30 years of children sitting in the stands watching the horizon, with eyes like soup plates, futuribles dreamed, 30 years ...
toast to you, for I too was part of those kids who sat in those stands.
For these and nothing, nothing and everything, thank you very much.
All the best for you.
NOTE: godfather in his cheesy graduation speech, all graduation speeches are corny, in its last sentence , citing 10 years of Apollo, said "I do not disappoint ..."
And I, with a view to giving the years, we answer. It is important not disappoint ourselves.
