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An angel dressed in blue

I'm speechless, just give me the luxury of looking ... and I demonstrate to myself that in this world of beauty is still possible:

Now more than ever, welcome, my little Alejandro .

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Honesty

Nostalgic, I put in the search for a song which I did not know the name, but that was inevitable in La Hora del Gato, a program of Radioactive in the enviable voice purred Humberto Martinez in the early hours of the morning, back in the 95 ... I knew the melody, and I searched among the 100 best English ballads [which actually found it], to amaze and thrill once more with feeling and Billy Joel Piano [no less !!!].

transcribe this wonderful letter, leave the link to the video and you turn it over to Joel, who knows exactly what I mean:

If you search for tenderness
it isn't hard to find.
You Can Have The Love You Need to live.
But if you look for truthfulness
You Might Be blind just as well. It always
Seems To Be So Hard to give.

Honesty is Such a lonely word. Everyone is so untrue
. Honesty
is hardly ever heard.
And mostly what I need from you.

I can always find someone
to say they sympathize.
If I wear my heart out on my sleeve.
But I don't want some pretty face
to tell me pretty lies.
All I want is someone to believe.

Honesty is such a lonely word.
Everyone is so untrue.
Honesty is hardly ever heard.
And mostly what I need from you.

I can find a lover.
I can find a friend.
I can have security until the bitter end.
Anyone can comfort me
with promises again.
I know, I know.

When I'm deep inside of me
don't be too concerned.
I won't as for nothin' while I'm gone.
But
When I want sincerity tell me where else can I turn.
Because you're the one I depend upon.

Honesty is Such a lonely word. Everyone is so untrue
.
Honesty Is Hardly Ever Heard. And
Mostly What I Need from you.

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My brother and I

The morning of Saturday, just over two years, a vallenato song woke us all up. My brothers and my mom got up to discover a late-model car parked in front, with the doors open to let conveniently sprout Villazón's voice and accordion of Lallemand. It was his most recent album, and although I decided to stay in bed [the sheets at 4:30 am with a special holding power], I could not ignore the good songs, and the certainty that someone had come to rest drinks on the terrace of our house.

Now, no other vallenato album makes me sad more than The Power of Love, and in particular the songs The and Caramelito Whenever I , were the most repeated Jader that morning, while his boss, beaten , drunken sleep in the back of the car and put him with the power of sincerity that gives the alcohol, he advised my brothers, my mom commented to the wanderings of my stepfather [her father] and offered to help with a job at the university where he held a good administrative fee. Luck was smiling at him from doing a good time. They used

confused as brothers, since the majority of people had a strong resemblance, both physically and how to act. I never told, but I liked this misunderstanding, feel my blood brother, he was a man quite mature for his age [was two years younger than me] and I knew what I wanted and how to get it, qualities of a strong character and honest. That strength led us to face more than once, children or adults, when we played football when competed in bicycle or motorcycle trick that [do you remember, old man?] ... but there was always someone ready to stop we came to blows, and after reconciled laughed at such nonsense, between beer and beer, with the voice Poncho background, which is the best liniment and most of all ...
abetting Jader
was killed in one of those mornings of drinks, in the same car and also with his boss, when, according to the official version, the ate a curve at nearly 200 mph, while returning Sincelejo, where he was to work the next day [unofficial version says other things, of which I hope his boss, truck driver and miraculous survivor, has a clear conscience]. Since then, July is synonymous with pain for our family.

I started writing this obituary while notes Caramelito flowed from the stereo. And the lump in my throat confused with the cold that morning, and through the eyes moist inevitably I see me sitting on the terrace of my house with the words camisilla pasty white and the rum, and while my brother sings the lyrics on par with Villazón, once again I hurt all the time we lost everything that we do not live, and all the things we left unsaid. And

Despite the lateness of this note, I know I know, old Jade, now and always remember you, my brother ...

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Claim

Alberto Fuguet out in his blog an extraordinary reflection of the Argentine Rodrigo Fresán about loneliness but that in turn is a valuable claim of reading and books [and artifice as unusual activity in the taste of modern man]. The exact transcribe, and I urge you: LEE, Armata, THERE!

Reading is one of the few forms of loneliness socially accepted by a world that tends to be suspicious of the activities in the singular. Saying "not now, I'm reading" is a shield and say "I read in a book" is a spear. Thus, a book is a weapon of mass construction. Leo, therefore I am. Rodrigo

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