AÑOS 80: CAMPSA

PARÍS DAKAR

 

CUERPOS DANONE

Todavía se pensaba

Que la obesidad

Era producida por

La grasa

Las grandes multinacionales azucareras

Se gastaron una fortuna

Para ocultar

La cruel realidad

AÑOS 80: NESCAFÉ

There's nothin' like a good smoke and a cuppa' coffee.

You know, some men got the craving for gold and silver.

Others need lotsa' land, with herds of cattle.

And then there's those that got the weakness for whiskey, and for women.

When you boil it all down, what does a man really need?...

...Just a smoke and a cup of coffee!

AÑOS 80: TELÉFONO PORTÁTIL PERSONAL NEC

Comenzaron a comercializarse

Los primeros teléfonos móviles

Eran como el zapatófono

Del Superagente 86

Mi amigo Waldo

Se compró uno

No le servía para nada

AÑOS 80: HEMORRANE

AÑOS 80: MOANA, TWILIGHT TIME

AÑOS 80: SAN FRANCISCO VISTO POR LEGRAND

AÑOS 80: JOHNNIE WALKER RYDER CUP 1981

Alcohol y tabaco

Eran los grandes patrocinadores

De los grandes

Eventos

AÑOS 80: OPEN INTERNACIONAL ESMIRNOFF DE ESQUÍ ARTÍSTICO EN SIERRA NEVADA

 En los 80

Sierra Nevada seguía cubierta de nieve

En abril.

YOU & ME

AÑOS 80: OPEN TORRAS HOSTENCH

No faltaremos a la cita

¡Cómo nos gustaba aquella

Barcelona hermosa

Y señorial!

Capital Europea

Centro cultural y económico

Y ahora...

Un albañal

Un putiferio

El comienzo

Los años ochenta fueron mis años de juventud

Decía el gran maestro Zen

Mick Jagger:

« De jóvenes éramos guapos, alegres, ilusionados y gilipollas

Ahora sólo somos gilipollas »

Lo suscribo.

Fue una gran década

La viví con intensidad

Con locura

Bajé a los infiernos

Viví en el Paraíso

Y no me arrepiento de nada

Fue una gran época...

*****************

When I was seventeen

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for small town girls

And soft summer nights

We'd hide from the lights

On the village green

When I was seventeen

When I was twenty-one

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for city girls

Who lived up the stair

With all that perfumed hair

And it came undone

When I was twenty-one

When I was thirty-five

It was a very good year

It was a very good year for blue-blooded girls

Of independent means

We'd ride in limousines

Their chauffeurs would drive

When I was thirty-five

But now the days are short

I'm in the autumn of the year

And now I think of my life as vintage wine

From fine old kegs

From the brim to the dregs

And it poured sweet and clear

It was a very good year

EL LOCO

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Can you hear the drums Fernando?
I remember long ago another starry night like this
In the firelight Fernando
You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar

They were closer now Fernando
Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally
I was so afraid Fernando
We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die
And I'm not ashamed to say
The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry



There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando

Now we're old and grey Fernando
And since many years I haven't seen a rifle in your hand
Can you hear the drums Fernando?
Do you still recall the frightful night we crossed the Rio Grande?
I can see it in your eyes
How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land

There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando

There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There's no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando
Yes, if I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando...

FRANCISCO FRANCO BAHAMONDE, CAUDILLO DE ESPAÑA POR LA GRACIA DE DIOS (El Ferrol,​ 4 de diciembre de 1892-Madrid, 20 de noviembre de 1975)

CARLOS SÁENZ DE TEJADA: "La Guerra ha terminado" (1939)

QUE TÚ BORDASTE ROJO AYER

(CARLOS SÁEZ DE TEJADA - 1940 )

FRANCISCO FRANCO BAHAMONDE

( Anónimo )

FRANCISCO FRANCO, 1941

( IGNACIO ZULOAGA )

ALEGORÍA DE FRANCO Y LA CRUZADA, 1948

( Arturo Reque Meruvia «Kemer» )

20 de Noviembre de 1975

TESTAMENTO POLÍTICO DEL CAUDILLO

ÓRGANO

Las mañanas de verano me sentaba frente al grandioso órgano de la catedral, y escuchaba los ensayos del Maestro de Capilla.
Por unos minutos llegaba a creer que Dios existía.

Karl Richter

Gert van Hoef

GlassDuo

SinfonityTV Guitar

SHIRLEY

GOOD, BAD, BUT BEAUTIFUL

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0R0MkvLTedY&list=OLAK5uy_nvuzmok3zWK0jmfcucqf9ZdfjTd25ymwk

SOMETHING ELSE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nDhUe3vrIQ&list=PLRXncnwz_ix1iL4GdO0NpyLjm6OT69_uw

YOU TAKE MY HEART AWAY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6c29zJ0j-HI

YESTERDAYS

1.- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCBYRzAGLqE

2.- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YSu7I3YTp48

3.- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCBYRzAGLqE

4.- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbIRokVKvXQ

5.- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d9HzUYXSuTM

6.- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sny8x_ksUoU

****

7.- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnkyR49rqSM

8.- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oCCUW7wqUyc

9.- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=empnPCOvohY

10.- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJg2djXkG9g

11.- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvwhIngMQ1g

12.- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YCBYRzAGLqE

• 
  Shirley Bassey - Breakfast in bed
• 
  Shirley Bassey - Emotion
• 
  Shirley Bassey - Over the Rainbow - from Yesterdays vinyl LP
• 
  Shirley Bassey - There! I've Said It Again / My Melancholy Baby / I've Got You Under My Skin (1978)
• 
  Shirley Bassey - Time After Time
• 
  Shirley Bassey ‎– You Take My Heart Away 1977 (full album)

LA ROMÁNTICA ESCULTURA DE MARINA MORENO

Y yo pensaba que era del año anterior.

¿Qué habrá sido de mi buen amigo González?

Todavía jugaba con figuritas de indios y vaqueros.

Y piratas, y soldados y tipos tenebrosos.

Mycroft siempre fue imprescindible.

FRED

EL JUEGO DE LA OCA

Cuántas tardes de invierno alrededor de la mesa camilla, al amor del brasero eléctrico, paseando por el fascinante mundo de ese mágico tablero que tantas vidas extrañas albergaba; niños y viejos, ricos y pobres, virtuosos y degenerados, animales desarraigados, deportistas, borrachos, banqueros, payasos, tristes y fracasados, matasietes, probos ciudadanos... Todo el Universo se concentraba en esas 63 casillas y se desparramaba en un estallido de emoción, peligro e ilusión a partes iguales.

Pero también quedaba tiempo para el descanso, para el paseo relajado que permitía poner en práctica la máxima délfica del "conócete a ti mismo", para la charla variopinta o para el silencio umbrío y refrescante.
La muerte y la gloria acechaban en cada tirada. Pero sabemos que en la vida todo lo mueve el azar.
Y todo lo destruye el Tiempo.
Tras volver a los diecisiete, después de vivir un siglo, he descubierto que el paso por la Tierra es jugar una partida en este centenario tablero del Juego de la Oca.

EL CICLÓN
 

Escaparates repletos de juguetes
Olor de almendras garrapiñadas
Castañas asadas y turrón de mazapán
 

MEMENTO

No sé si fue antes el huevo o la gallina, pero este libro me marcó para siempre, y me inoculó el virus de la pasión por la HIstoria.

Este otro me lo dieron como premio por un cuentecillo en el instituto.

Una mierda pinchada en un palo.

CALVO SOTELO 7

Siempre me detengo en Calvo Sotelo 7.
La revista "Trinca" un sueño inalcanzable.
Editorial Doncel.
La Ballena Alegre.
La Odisea

Marsuf

El Buscón, ilustrado por Goñi...

COLACADO

 

AQUELLAS TARDES DE DOMINGO....

When you're alone
And life is making you lonely
you can always go down town.
When you got worries,
All the noise and the hurry
seems to help,
I know down town.



Just listen to the music
Of the traffic in the city,
linger on the sidewalks
Where the neon signs are pretty.
How can you lose?
The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles,
Forget all your cares.
So go down town.
Things'll be great
When you're down town.
No finer place for sure-
Down town.
Everything's waiting for you
Down town.
Don't hang around
And let your problems surround you,
there are movie shows down town.
Maybe you know some little places to go
to where they never close down town.
Just listen to the rhythm
Of a gentle bossa nova.
You'll be dancing with 'em too
Before the night is over happy again.
The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles,
Forget all your cares.
So go down town.
Where all the lights are bright
Down town.
Waiting for you tonight
Down town.
You're gonna be alright now
Down town.
When you're alone
And life is making you lonely
you can always go down town.
When you got worries,
All the noise and the hurry
seems to help,
I know down town.
And you may find somebody kind-
To help and understand you,
someone who is just like you
And needs a gentle hand
To guide them along.
So maybe I'll see you.
There we can forget all our troubles,
Forget all our cares.
So go down town.
Things'll be great when you're
Down town.
Don't wait a minute more
Down town.
Everything's waiting for you
Down town.

LA VIDA ES UNA HERIDA ABSURDA