martes, 10 de marzo de 1981

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!

lunes, 9 de marzo de 1981

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

domingo, 8 de marzo de 1981

sábado, 7 de marzo de 1981

jueves, 5 de marzo de 1981

AÑOS 80: JOHNNIE WALKER RYDER CUP 1981


Alcohol y tabaco
Eran los grandes patrocinadores
De los grandes
Eventos

miércoles, 4 de marzo de 1981

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


 En los 80
Sierra Nevada seguía cubierta de nieve
En abril.

martes, 3 de marzo de 1981

lunes, 2 de marzo de 1981

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

domingo, 1 de marzo de 1981

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...


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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

jueves, 26 de abril de 1979

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...

jueves, 20 de noviembre de 1975

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





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