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Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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I can not always listen. I have to have been sufficiently strong, stable, to do so.
never sing, of course. Not because it is for man's voice, that it is, otherwise it sounds, in addition to the texts speak at times of his beloved. No. I could with it.
is, I think, one of the toughest psychologically cycles go.
such introspection is a bleak analysis of the individual that is not easy to tackle.
The author, composer, in this case as directed and choose the texts of Müller as he wants, runs cold paths of the absolute loneliness of man-song.
The reason he gives us is a lack of love, a failure that leads to the sentimental poet, singer, roads, towns, desolate, empty, on a cold winter vital. It begins with a farewell
foreshadowing perhaps "suicide?
Walk.
No one comes to meet, nobody sees, but a weasel, dogs ...
lied in the past is an organ. A seedy character, abandoned by all, no coins on his plate, barking dogs ...
lied The last stanza is illuminating. A strophic lied, repeated as the topic of organ playing the piano, until he asks the organ "Put your music to my song?
No response. And that's the answer: solitude.
The absolute and perpetual loneliness of man.
And stay alive ...
Monday, April 13, 2009
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image of the Sun in X-rays obtained by the Japanese satellite Yohkoh Then if you notice day of work or party.
market noises at six in the morning are unmistakable.
Today is a holiday. I could not remember.
All my business plans are parked. Not that I have more, if you dream, vagrancy or fatigue.
I thought cook potatoes to make my favorite salad. Let me explain.
It takes a couple of potatoes (one person) further, a bag of those that are now having all of various colors, a can of tuna, a couple of boiled eggs, olives, a tomato or two big normal, then tontunas several, corn, soybeans, beets, whatever. Anything goes.
can also change the tuna cooked hake, or anything ... Total
I lay down sliced \u200b\u200bpotatoes, then layer of tomato, then the pieces of whatever, boiled eggs, mayonnaise, and I cover that I do, of course, that I do not like pot.
and put the bag around multiverdes.
A good bellyful that disappears quickly. Stomach, I mean, come on, that is nothing to feel a kilo of jelly beans, or cooked pittance of the Blessed Sacrament.
Last night I saw a film of those silly to sleep.
is a message from the future or something. I
turning to solar activity.
is true, so long ago that no flashes, is eerily quiet.
A little is pissed, sneeze, and went and all manner of communications to the club.
I spent some time speculating about it. I have to learn morse ...
think about it when you leave the stand-by.
In this and buy some boxes to put more plants to place pinwheels galore.
empty balcony With no way to take the damn pigeons and the kitchen window, from which I removed the turnstiles do not stop to perch with the worst intentions.
And it's not a cat thing to leave it there Tancredo made the poor.
pus What bugs!
I have plenty to do, cast, study the duets, review material para el trabajo de esta semana, preparar una presentación, arreglar una webe flacida...
Así que me voy a echar la siesta...
market noises at six in the morning are unmistakable.
Today is a holiday. I could not remember.
All my business plans are parked. Not that I have more, if you dream, vagrancy or fatigue.
I thought cook potatoes to make my favorite salad. Let me explain.
It takes a couple of potatoes (one person) further, a bag of those that are now having all of various colors, a can of tuna, a couple of boiled eggs, olives, a tomato or two big normal, then tontunas several, corn, soybeans, beets, whatever. Anything goes.
can also change the tuna cooked hake, or anything ... Total
I lay down sliced \u200b\u200bpotatoes, then layer of tomato, then the pieces of whatever, boiled eggs, mayonnaise, and I cover that I do, of course, that I do not like pot.
and put the bag around multiverdes.
A good bellyful that disappears quickly. Stomach, I mean, come on, that is nothing to feel a kilo of jelly beans, or cooked pittance of the Blessed Sacrament.
Last night I saw a film of those silly to sleep.
is a message from the future or something. I
turning to solar activity.
is true, so long ago that no flashes, is eerily quiet.
A little is pissed, sneeze, and went and all manner of communications to the club.
I spent some time speculating about it. I have to learn morse ...
think about it when you leave the stand-by.
In this and buy some boxes to put more plants to place pinwheels galore.
empty balcony With no way to take the damn pigeons and the kitchen window, from which I removed the turnstiles do not stop to perch with the worst intentions.
And it's not a cat thing to leave it there Tancredo made the poor.
pus What bugs!
I have plenty to do, cast, study the duets, review material para el trabajo de esta semana, preparar una presentación, arreglar una webe flacida...
Así que me voy a echar la siesta...
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