Thursday, January 26, 2006

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Verlaine There is a line that I will not remember.
There is a street that is closed next to my steps,
a mirror to me last seen, there is a door
have closed until the end of the world.
Among the books in my library (I'm seeing)
there is one that will never open. This summer will perform
fifty years
Death wears me out, relentless.

Jorge Luis Borges, the seer. memory

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

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Limits Where are the dreams? or strategy of the great conspirator

This week has been ripping slowly releasing bits of its cash and invulnerable poison ...

By chance I found a few days ago a photo house in which lived my childhood in the Cali-eighties, full of chat and culture ... a remote whiff of nostalgia, those few years with my father, the steep gravel road, and the atmosphere that marked my personality to always hit that morning came and stood next to my desk since then.

Today, a coworker reminded me a little longing for my times Student: Creating a software development company ... The striking (in my opinion) brand name and logo seen me for a moment from oblivion, from that corner which borders the illusions of reality with overwhelming blow.

This continual struggle, totally useless, because we already know who will win the grand conspirator- uses all its arguments. And boy are strong ... again I creep across the canvas, searching for the second wind of the strings and envying the immutability of these walls that enclose me everyday.

Wednesday, November 30, 2005

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Time is a great conspirator and excellent opponent ... It is he who wears daily relationships, who sets conditions to work, who patiently eats bodies, giving the appearance of rickety furniture, who ultimately provided us from our goals and expectations (such as writing regularly on this blog ...)

(.. . ever got time directly with me and who I love most ; was personal, and as such fought, seized him by the lapels and I spit in the face of my determination. I think I did scare him a little, but still there , lurking, waiting to tear down what so hard sometimes costs us ...) And we

daily, naively, we are trying to achieve, to reduce the effect of its relentless work, without realizing that, now I write this and you read it, nothing matters ...

Thursday, September 22, 2005

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That something that is beyond their noses

The other night, by mistake, I ran into a fun program apparently, as several guys from the office about him, called X Factor ... casting conducted by three "stars" of music in this country to get some natural talent of anonymity.

started well but after five seconds I realized that the program carries the stigma of rating: the scouts running parodies of the participants, affect a false rigor, and are striving to make comments that do remain in ridiculous for anyone to be put in front. Again, pre schemes to catch the mass .

I drew particular attention to two cases: one, a young metalhead apparently makes a guttural voice impost hardcore type, immediately, the jury was once tropical singer threatens to choke the queen protruding tecnocarrilera at While airing his best clown face. In another case, a man with a voice similar to Bunbury eighties singing a melody type, very similar to Heroes del Silencio , the same folk bolerista very smugly said that he is to go crazy dealing with. The musical sense and openness of this man is overwhelming ...

I wonder what talent detection criterion may be representative of a fictitious musical genre and decadent, a music producer whose productions never stick or unheard, and Obtuse interpreter, after having their 15 minutes and relatively short-lived fame, wanders by gender in search of lost talent? Some say "For the criteria that made them famous in their time" ... read well: at the time, but for their age, these three characters should be considered fossil remains of some unfortunate musical event equivalent to those ridiculous that we had in our life, which we do not want to remember or by mistake. If they know something about music, they should apply it to their infamous careers, so they get a final less unworthy than walking massacring anonymous people, who have the courage to stand before millions of strangers and try to refine the voice in the midst of terror should invade.