Las Flores, the streets, music ...
Flowers ...
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
