Saturday, December 18, 2010

Denise Milani In Dresses

" Three themes Catalans "


" What not kill me makes me stronger "

"
Beni öldürmeyen Beni
güçlendiriyor
"
" The or not kill me makes me more safe " " everything not kill me makes me stronger "


Saturday 18 December 2010
Sábado 18 de Diciembre 2010
Σάββατο 18 2010 Δεκεμβρίου
December 18, 2010 Saturday


Sabado 18 de Dezembro

, 2010 DIA___ ___IMATGE OF "Flipaet" ( Il.lustració a pen : Enric )

...
Three themes from Catalonia, "Roger Mas , Pepet i Marieta and Mishima " Catalunya is a country, nation (unfortunately not yet been added)
small and unique from one end to another of its geography gives visitors the chance to be transported, in record time, from the most beautiful Mediterranean beach you can think up a peak of over 3000 meters, in a cold environment, perfectly suited for snow sports and mountain excursions. In Catalunya
can find Romanesque, Gothic and neo-classical but also the best modern and contemporary art ... What about Catalan cuisine?. Since the absolute modernity we can roll back to the classical absolute and know the dishes that have made a reference Catalunya world: the
bread with tomato and ham
, veriedades of different rice dishes, the sausage
amb seques or celestial Fricandó .... There is no need to name all the great chefs who have extolled the culinary art of our country but, just in case, I think they'll like knowing that they are Catalan Ferran Adrià (considered the best chef in the world), Carme Ruscalleda ( which boasts five Michelin stars to his two restaurants, "Sant Pau", one in Sant Pol de Mar and one in Tokyo),
Santi Santamaría , Jordi and Joan Roca, Sergi Arola or Jubany Nando ... among many others ... So, the variety and richness of Catalan culture, its literature rather than contrast (Catalan poets are Espriu Salvador, Joan Maragall or Miquel Marti i Pol ... and great writers also Manuel Vázquez Montalbán , Quim Monzo, Jose Pla or ...), Rodoreda their music ( Pau Casals ,
Isaac Albéniz, Enrique Granados
, Tete Montoliu , Joan Manuel Serrat
or Federic Monpou ...), architecture ( Gaudí, Domènech i Munrtaner or Bofill ...) and world-renowned Art capitalized by geniuses like Dalí , Miró, Tàpies or Homes ... not to approach the world of sport where that is more than a club (and attest that it is), the Barcelona Football Club , the Barça , has become an ambassador and an example of sign identity of what this great nation and its people have struggled to give the world the best of themselves and a place among the free and sovereign nations in the world. Santiago Monument in Barcelona Rusiñol (Photo: Enrinc) Tàpies Artwork the MACBA (Photo: Enric)
just want to say that, I think, would merecedero be taken into account by public opinion and governments of other the world: Catalunya is a nation. Catalunya is a great little nation, cosmopolitan way remains open to all people who arrive daily from anywhere in the world and determined to learn from the best of them all without giving up being one day, a country , a sovereign land lends itself to decide their fate without equivocation.
Visca el Barça i Visca Catalunya lliure!
Finally I would like to introduce you to those who not know it, three songs from three bands of my country which I'm passionate about. And I must say that I am passionate about all three for different reasons. The first, the singer Solsonés
Roger Mas
, I like especially for its originality, for his excellent voice and because he has not been anchored in the past (it has already published seven papers) and has evolved to be one of the props in the landscape artists of the pop rock of my country.
vegades i sented repeatedly. / and so often repeated. Desencaixat in espais il · limitats. / contorted in limitless space.
Ensorrat the desencís in esvoranc / Sunk into a gap disappointment
seismic ment. Tapered Gifts / seismic mind. Nude women d' our unconsciousness. I tinc the verb ja /
inconsciencia.Y naked I have the verb and
prop of the gorge, in ascendent viatge /
near the throat, upward journey cap to cap the creu. / to the cross.
Despertem els punts /
wake points system i eat them! / commas System i! Tinc
are. Esgotament carnal. /
I have dream. Exhaustion carnal. Jack Lleus Punxades the closca. / Minor punctures on his pate.
Bolígrafs. Naus. Rodes. /
Pens. Ships. Wheels. Poleixo Aquest records in bar / Pulo memories in this bar
behind the machine that turns Gormand /
behind the machine to turn gluttony of the quartos tempting, / tempting them the money, polished
attempts in this town / village PULO tentativas in this way having made
and halfway still / walk with andado Todavía and halfway towards
ancient crossroads where it / toward crosses ancient
where the fruit is always ripe and snakes / the fruit is ripe and the serpientes
the lurking hot bodies. / vigilan los cuerpos to hot. Wake
points / points Despertamos
System i eat them! / And eat of the system! Tinc
are. Esgotament carnal. / I have dream. Exhaustion carnal
Punxades Lleus the closca jack. /
Minor punctures on his pate Bolígrafs. Naus. Rodes. /
Pens. Ships .
Wheels. "


. . .


The second, the band senienca (very close to where I'm writing this)
"Pepet i Marieta" seduce me with its freshness, its disinhibition, by lyrics which always involve something more than what at first glance it might seem and, above all, for that "original version" some sometimes optimistic and sometimes also the life of "walking" to a greater or lesser extent, all live and which, pedestrian and cramped for this crisisi of crap we have endorsed, they know to cheer and encourage us to fun and so need to disconnect ...
__ "The Pelu" __
T'aixeques maleint a cop més / You wake up cursing again that does not arrive to fi months. /
not make ends meet.
you in the subway Te'n Curran / You go to subway currar
i's
becomes a destorbar. / and becomes a mess. Arribes to slaughter tard / 're late to work
I'l head ia t'està Esperanto / And the boss is waiting
in the letter of dismissal to the MA / the dismissal letter in hand
i pa a pen to sign. / and a pen to sign.
"Tan bo fos life com uns cabells destenyits /
wish life were like a faded hair
i quatre dels cops of tisora \u200b\u200bm'alliberés neguits /
and four strokes of scissors leberera me of my anxieties
Dema vaig me'n the hairdressing / Tomorrow I go to hairdressing

pa-I shaving their sorrows, /
to shave my sorrows
pentyne-me les idees /
combing ideas
teny-me i d'alegria /
and dye my joy
totes les penises. /
all sorrows.
bonamiosis can not live poorly as a life's dream, /
Malvivir buenamente as one can not dream of a life, but encara'm very least joy of living a lie. /
Todavía but fancy vivir much less of a lie.
I am very clear that the best medicine /
Tengo very clear that the best medicine
foter it is good to face life /
will go into good side to life
Anvi and all the malrollos to shit on the road. /
mandar every Malos and rollout to shit on the road.
I wish I could change life as I change their look /
wish I could change life as
makeover i a mig Monyo the cap of the suction li tot swallowed. /
I with a bow in the middle of the head will take out all the juice.
me'n Dema vaig the hairdressing /
Tomorrow I'm going to the hairdresser '

pa-I shaving their sorrows, /
to shave my sorrows,
pentyne-me les idees /
comb ideas
teny-me i d'alegria /
and dye my joy
totes les penises. /
all sorrows. "
. . .
The third band is from my city, Barcelona
. They, Mishima

, have managed to capture an overwhelming success in the pop scene somewhat
offender and modern city. They really are an excellent group and have proved in the creativity of his lyrics and the color of love songs that people have put into them is not trivial and that, following publication in the same 2010 of its fifth CD,
"
Ordre i Adventure"
( Order and adventure), Mishima will remain one of the best formations that today are in the more cosmopolitan billboard nourished Barcelona. "A fang ters" (A piece of clay)
"Tu no saps com em fas feel / You do not know how you make me feel
Com a la caixa fora ninot / As a doll out of the box
Tan petit i Insignificant /
so small and insignificant A Teves les mans a fang ters / in your hands a piece of clay
You do not feel saps com em fas / You do not know how you make me feel
Com an idiot to tell the temps Perdut / Like an idiot who has wasted time
Between ja veurem ens fa avui no puc / Between now and we'll see today I can not
reconèixer Tu no saps in my / You do not know my reconnocer
who tinc d'or et semble a llauna / gold what do you think I have a can
m'arrugo i i jo vaig oxidant-me / and I'm going oxidizing wrinkled
who Trobo Dolce to your t'amarga / What I find bitter sweet to you
I per allargando the nonsense / and to extend nonsense
which is avui ens cremava ofegant-I / what burned us today is drowning
I
per allargando the nonsense / And to extend the nonsense
which is avui ens cremava ofegant-I / what burned us today is drowning
saps You do not feel com em fas / You not know how I feel "
. . .

PS Well, I hope that the proposals and I will bite you like to deepen curiosity and learn a little more than that in Catalonia it is cooking in the XXI century.

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