EL MUSEO DE HIPATIA

GIOVANNI BELLINI: "El Dux Leonardo Loredan" (1505)

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SIN TÍTULO
( Cindy Sherman )

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Untitled Film Still #14
( Cindy Sherman )

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Pescadores Valencianos, 1895
( Joaquín Sorolla )

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Madelaine - 1883
( Christian Krohg )

NASA MARS - Curiosity

NASA MARS - Perseverance

SOL SDO

NASA

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...

viernes, 18 de julio de 1975

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

jueves, 26 de abril de 1973

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.

viernes, 1 de enero de 1971

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.