Wednesday, January 27, 2010

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There are films and movies. Some will completely leave indifferent. Others will generate negative feelings, similar to what I paid for this film (unfortunately, they find them too often lately). Other wish you love and see them for all eternity. And finally, we have you moving. Those are at a higher level, because they arouse a feeling in us that is too private, which lies deep within us. These works of art, because there is no way to call them, will remain forever in us. I would even say that will help define our personality in the future.

I come to talk about one of these wonders: The Butterfly Circus. In this case, not a movie, but a short. I was lucky to get to know my admiration for Eduardo Verastegui. As I realized that Bella had just not like everyone in the topic that was, it cost me to understand people who are not moved by these 20 minutes, worthy of being savored at least once in their life.


The script takes us to evolve and realize the cruelty that drives the human being. The superiority will get us nowhere, we try to explain. But we can try to give everything chewed the weak, although it is hard, we let them learn on their own, while we have to show what they are. The evolve with the story characters and their great performances, we humanize and we encourage identification and projection of his characters. Who has not ever felt like the weirdo? Who has not appreciated the help of someone, your smile?

could go on with the rant, but I have to admit that it seems superfluous since seeing The Butterfly Circus have awakened in me a series of unclassifiable and indescribable emotions. If I had to make a summary I would announce that it has made me rethink how lucky I am and all the opportunities that life brings me. The Butterfly Circus has helped me become a better person.


SONG OF THE DAY: " The Hardest Day " Alejandro Sanz & The Corrs


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Saturday, January 16, 2010

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The Butterfly Circus BSO


I like to put a soundtrack to my life. I know it's peliculero. What do you want? For this study Audiovisual Communication. The thing is I almost always connected to the iPod that my parents gave me at age 19. This device represents who I am, not only for music that leads inside, but because it takes two pictures very Special and Slaty Boston 2007. Why? Very simple, when you gave me were my best defined. And if we add that I hear is what I am, somehow you know you can say that if my iPod, I know me. There are always many hidden secrets in there.

Turning to soundtracks, I love to walk with headphones on and the player off to find the perfect song at all times. I remember a day when leaving the railway carriage in Plaza Catalunya and rang Love Will Tear Us Apart Joy Division , has never again be such a coincidence the subway exit and has not returned to be as rewarding or perfect. Also strongly remember the day I started out with Dani, a girl in the Mediterranean scenario played a sweet and tender ballad. Not recognize the nerves got the time, but I know that no other couple has been able to start a life together better. Today, I still do not know what it is. I could go with that list of instances and their melodies.

However, there are songs that make me think about what times they might happen. On the one hand, that's OK, because it can be very useful to mount my shorts, for example. For another, it is a pity, because you lose the surprise component, is also very difficult to get both coincide when we want, what we are disappointed every time it rings on your iPod or live with a song that situation inappropriate.

And finally, is Fix You . The perfect song. The most versatile song ever created. The ever useful and appropriate. I think I never thought that out of tune or left over in any situation. Has always reflected what I felt or, better said, always made me feel. And I wonder if it's because I have not found the time or because she really is the time. I intend to find out in coming months. I'll tell you how it ended.


SONG OF THE DAY: " I can not hear the music " James Blunt


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Thursday, January 14, 2010

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My big arrival in Boston Balance 2009


remember my arrival
Boston as if it happened yesterday. When we were landing I looked over my shoulder "travel companion" to look out the window that paradise. The image was seared into my retinas forever. I know it's one of the most beautiful that I can never see. I guess what makes it so special is not only mentioned, but the context and situation.

had 8 hours on the plane and I had not lifted for a moment by the nerves that roamed my body without stopping. Today I can finally recognize how scared I was not knowing what in store for me next month. So I think you can understand why my immobility.

The small screen was in front of me (and which hours before had been seen Goal 2) and showed a map on it, the drawing of a plane charted our course. Each time was less. There was no turning back. I knew it and did not. Supposed to be a dream and at any time inappropriate alarm would wake my mobile. It seemed so unreal. And suddenly, a short but clear, sound, passengers told us that we should fasten our belts again because we were going to land. And that's when I decided to arm myself with courage and be part of that time. Should live. I could not stay frozen in my seat witnessing the comfort of business . I wanted to know where it was coming. I wanted to live. And I lived. The most beautiful picture ever witnessed.

Some say he died just before you see your life condensed into images. Unforgettable moments beside the ones you love and briefly explain what has been your existence. And I know what I saw that on July 8 will be in that selection. That pan is now part of who I am.


SONG OF THE DAY: " It's Not True " William Fitzimmons


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Wednesday, January 6, 2010

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Fall Of laughter and coffee cups. HAPPY NEW YEAR

"If I could give you the belief and years ..." Garth Brooks sings, and that to me sometimes as little. Because, to choose, would opt to summarize each hour of a morning in the warmth of three in the morning, when your heat becomes volatile and elusive dream. Because, if permitted, would build a morning of laughter and coffee cups with a little cinnamon on your fingers and look for life. Could you repeat the fifty letters to the alphabet invented new ones to meet minimally the touch of a "I love you" and take it to the top of your mouth. Give you the assurance of peace of the sheets, the edge of the couch, curtains dancing to the wind that ruffles at the time you nap. And trim the face like the petals of many strokes, and convince your back is the metaphor itself (where I can invent a thousand arpeggios). If I could invent clocks that make you go, shirts without buttons, and a honeyed moon to write meaningful words I can not pronounce. Bite again and revive the words to convince you that the belief is that we are and that we have, and I do not need anything more than your dark eyes watching me sleep and disheveled.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

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(by Ricardo Siri Liniers)




That year is full of positive energy, love, friends, wine, eager to continue creating, and a good imagination!

Happy 2010 to everyone!


Soli.