Aquel Raposinho na Holanda

Chapela

2009-07-21T14:21:00.001-07:00

Chapter: from your little bear

2009-06-01T06:38:00.000-07:00

Un amor... y música para el cambio:

Chapter wolf

2009-05-08T02:20:00.000-07:00

Howl Wolf, howl... check out the sound of that harmonica:

do you have the blue little tree?

2009-04-23T12:15:00.000-07:00

Loving these guys' music since last month... Los Zafiros, Cuba, 1960:

Capítuleando el piraso

2009-03-27T20:24:00.000-07:00

me duermo pero no the Odi, te Amo... me duermo con vos.
[4:12:22] Gabo dice:me siento como desnudo en una calle oscura
[4:12:37] Gabo dice:la lluvia se deshace en mi cara y siento,
[4:14:56] Gabo dice:que mis gritos no te alcanzan[4:15:56] Gabo dice:que mis ojos me queman de alegría
[4:17:07] Gabo dice:que mis manos acarician el aire que vos respiras
[4:20:38] Gabo dice:que ahora se cierran mis heridas...[4:21:18] Gabo dice:que Johan Johannsson pensó en mí, en vos...
[4:21:33] Gabo dice:y así sonamos juntos tú y yo.

Chaptersito

2009-03-16T12:50:00.000-07:00

Andrew Bird and his Imitosis:

where does the inspiration come from?

can we control it? or are we controlled by it?

what makes it get up? what makes it go away?

what is it? a state of mind? a bulb lighting up and down in the brain?

what do I have to eat to be inspirated?

what do I have to breath?

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Chapter -2ºC

2009-03-11T09:21:00.000-07:00

Jerry Gonzalez at the Trumpet, El niño Josele at the guitar, great couple:

like coming from that rusty trumpet

a pendular feeling from side to side came into my heart,

life explained by low and high tones

sometimes imperceptible,

others intolerable...

but at the end...
the silence played its melodic harmony.

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Chapter Momo

2009-03-02T11:15:00.000-08:00

when I am sad...

my favourite song

and movie

Shigeru Umebayashi

Yumeji's Theme

why have we forgot how to read into peoples' eyes?

why have we become so blind?

what is happening to us?

we are prisoners of our own blindness

it is not what you see

it is what you can't see...

stop using your eyes to understand.

ME
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Chaper 991

2009-02-28T08:40:00.001-08:00

Martirio, one of the greatest spanish singers during La Transición Democrática, with the cuban musician Compai Segundo:

If you ever see a galician on a staircase you will never know whether he or she is coming up or down stairs... we call it galician indecision

Chapter 007

2009-02-21T10:07:00.001-08:00

Smash y Agujetas .... Spanish terrific and relatively unknown band from the late 60's. Without questions one the best rock bands ever in Spain. The funniest thing is the fusion of Psycodelic Rock and Flamenco... yes, and Flamenco. Smash was an andalucian Rock band from Sevilla... back in the 60's, the band started to play with american pedals and electric guitars that were brought by the american soldiers to Cadiz... where de US have still todays a military base. Agujetas was a classical Flamenco singer. Smash y Agujetas gave birth to a new kind creature... listen to it and brand it yourself:

four new photos

Chapter 0

2009-02-15T11:28:00.000-08:00

Big Joe Turner sings Wee Baby Blues

I talked to you
but you weren't there

you said you listened to me
but you dont even hear

I want to stop being and observer
I want to take part in this weird game

I just can watch you all...
but I cant participate

you dont let me participate.

I am faceless, we all are faceless.

Raposinho.

Firs Steps

2009-02-10T17:43:00.000-08:00

Check out Al Green singing Tired of Being Alone, his voice, his class, his amazing suit!

and some new fresh pics included...

and walking down the street I saw her; still, pensive... lost.

under the path of the red light; casting a skinny shadow along the wet street ...

waiting her answers, the next tram... waiting problably for nothing.

...just wanting to be alone.

Aquel Raposinho na Holanda.

The Epilogue is gone

2009-02-09T07:27:00.000-08:00

I want you this time to play this song while you see the following photos... I think We can make this more enjoyable... One of the best albums of 2008... For Emma, For Ever Ago, Bon Iver. I dont get melacholic so easily... but Iver knows how to melancholize me...

Sometimes my eyes see blurred, sometimes life is blurred...

Which kind of glasses do I need to see with clarity?
so many painful questions, too many bleeding answers.

you are just passing by me without seeing me...

What do I have to do to get you attention?

Just don't tell me you are here doing the same as me...
like a stranger, like a ship drifting.

Jus tell me those things I want to listen... like everyone does.

Aquel Raposino na Holanda.

Epilogue 1 1/2

2009-02-07T07:56:00.000-08:00

Ok... I think I will continue decorating the epilogue with a couple of photos. The sun is going down already in Amsterdam and this restless wind is blowing smoothly.

I need to stop here this kinf of self-centered photos to show in the following a series of pictures in which the protagonist will be someone indispensable in this sceneario of tears and laughters. Someone who made me remember some essential I things I had forget.

We all wanted to be at some point of our lives a little sea horse... didn't we Manu?

"I find television very educational. Every time someone switches it on I go into another room and read a good book". Groucho Marx.

Epilogue

2009-02-06T17:34:00.000-08:00

Hola... since this is the epilogue I should introduce myslef. I will and I won't.
I don't believe in curricula and this sort of things, I only believe in what I see, also in what I feel. I don't wanna show who I am, but share with you what makes me feel alive. When people ask me to describe myself I say "I am still in the making dude".

I just want to make clear that all the images you will see are mine... that is to say taken by my photo camera... if that's not the case I will let you know...

In principle I guess this blog will be about pictures, about music, about cinema and, behind all of that, about life...

"life is like a (female) fox. When you rise your head, she's alredy taken everything from you". (sentence from the brazilian film Meu nome nao e Johnny).

Somehow I am living in Amsterdam, in a industrial container. But don't be scared... life inside is not as bad as It may seem from outside. And it's not a Lego building, there are actually real people -like me- living in that white structure you see.

I want to make sure you understand from the beggining that I am a pretty desorganized individual... so, I will mainly post things randomly... It will everythig depend on my mind's mood, what unfortunately is something I can't control.

Music... life is a song. I can't imagine a world with no music, It aint mean a thing if aint got that swing as Louis Armstrong has sung.

So, con esto y un bizcocho, this seems to be all for today. My first day as the spokeman of Raposinho (little fox in portuguese)...
I leave you here a blues jewel: Big Bill Broonzy.

Ok my little brothers and sisters... Remember that drugs are bad for your mental and physical health and that the world will be for vegetarians in a future that I will hopefully never see.