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First movement, memory

After Saturday 22 August, two thousand and nine

I open a notebook, other than this and I find many of the things that nurture, like rain, the visual field and emotional makes me who writes today.

are sound, are images, are Presence, no ghosts, those who have ayudadoa make clear much that this afternoon I, with us.

begin dating because I wanted my transcripts remain as traces, not as bits, like the letters on air blue, when? seventy-six.

O, which kept the covers of a floral gift of eternal friend, unconditional, beautiful. There were some sand, some coral, some very strong call to care, to be alert and alive.

me,

Nothing has been casual, reconfirmed, but I have documented. There is much then that, even now, many trips later, many movies, many songs later, continue to spin.

"That I have it written into the memory," the song that just explodes in a phrase, time point, definitive, they pour the wine of an evening.

"... aching piano keys in their ..."; or, the poet of Jerez, in the syntax of a disk recovered near the end of the twentieth century, the intent of what a country is (" ay, country, country, country ... "Or the torn

condition recovers, I put in a cassette, I do not know how, a few days ago, and that includes the words to Julia (" you can not go back .. . ") already had given us, shortly before, Paco Ibañez and sublime poets translated into repegándose notes to us. Or

unstructured Álvaro Carrillo vehemently screaming (I'm not here as Marcial said) "I will continue my journey ..." but with a keen focus on what is left after the words and is just a perfect song with improvisation, and hurt, so what happens when love has passed.

Best of Margarita, the phrase is recorded in the headband of the cassette ("Sony? What brand?) No box, keeping all that. Recorded, collected, preserved, rather than still Mayab Mommy left us version, if not more successful, if more definitive and stark, the Chilanga Banda, Jaime López "Ya chole chilango guy, what you chamba chafa Shiites "- Blue

Or that first, that was not the same in the poison, but that continues to take off his hat (only in July, in the privacy resonant City Theatre)," with that blue that you have your "same blue that makes it so obvious that, if it comes it can only be" as a woman eyecup with a blue ribbon of dawn. "

Or that Gardel Live because times have not been to reach out to a CD with what I assumed, foolishly, a version of the effort to make the tango a dream, not an accurate statement, and knowledge of the reality of being, being born Buenos Aires .

And many other things that have been made possible thanks to the magic achieved by the conditions, yes, but also by an exasperated spirits, after all, quiet evening in the city of Metro, and not the palaces, the Metrobus, and not parrots or crocodiles, but where it is still possible to be carried away by one sentence: "To survive, without you I survive to survive ... in your oblivion ... The Edge, also know ... would survive, so knew ..)

Swirl extravangcias ways to reinvent the exotic to bring the soul vibrating, or miscellaneous sound tied to the sweaty work, coupled with the desire to explore with the throat or the gut.

We must be vigilant every day and willing to follow the path before us and the many crosses marked on the map in order to live or to go through them.

So, back to reading, and transcription, first in a letter

then some other angry verbal sensitivity approaches that have helped me to understand, polish, some voices, some songs, some views (as they said the grandparents), some functions (evening, fashion, night or matinee), some tapes,

Some experiences, and some, mainly

presences which now share with me, not only salt but the bowels, not only the taste but the strength, not only Viñola, but the anointing ritual to reshape the body of God, fellowship, pagan if you will, the ultimate reason to be together and pray, with the shares.

Amen.

today and tomorrow.

Second Movement: Memory

blue sheet says

London 5-IV-1976

Papin / Mom

This is the eternal son and partner whisked off the road and the madness: it is April, the day five. I returned to London after an incredibly cute, pretty week in Paris was, as I told in my previous letter, to see if I could participate in a workshop-project of one of the most serious theater groups in this absurdity, sometimes World: Laboratory Theatre of Wroclaw, directed by Jerzy Grotowski. The case is that almost without thinking, I went with a suitcase and five kilos of programs (which are on their way to Mex, by ship, like last time) and a head full of smoke and the desire to rediscover the city, that "the city \u200b\u200b"par excellence.

I had an appointment on Tuesday to the two (I received a telegram and I felt more important or Mario Lopez Pepe Moreno: Café Le Mazet, Rue St. André des Arts, Day 30) with such a Dominique (which turned out to be a certain Dominique, I fell really well). The fact is that I said had an appointment for Thursday. 2 pm Cartoucherie de Vincennes (southeast of Paris, near the Chateau and / or forest Vincennes).

The place, incredible former stables have been converted into theaters, warehouses, workshops, etc.. I arrived at 2.30 because I missed. wait almost an hour and a half, 3:50: Federico, the gate. I come and type very nice introduces me to his cat Trotsky, but oh, surprise: I spoke in French, what you do in life? That's terrible. I say, a minute, I ho parlo the tongue is as mocha, and I pulled the interpreter Dominique, and he translated into English and the other guy answered me in French (in the end I spoke English and the other guy answered me in French, and without intermediaries). The fact is that oranges, Nanay: the mentioned project will be for players only French actors and French only (no English, despite what mehabía statement dominique-nique-nique ...). The fact is that repels him and the cat guy gives me the address of one Spychalsky Teo which is in Wroclaw and speaks English and who may come soon to Paris and you may be able to talk and see why. He tells me to write early and write soon. I hope the response in London ...

Well, what with Paris? Paris is magnificent in spring, is the most charming, lucid, fascinating that exists on this planet. Paris in spring, amazing, the same coffee trees fall in October (October autumn cold, remember?) Are now trees of the tender leaves of spring, new sun, cold past. Paris or the transformation of the dream: the window in which one can move at will, jumping to stares, shouting, beating of coffee, afternoon parks, movie nights, a souvenir from a trip just past (October is so close ...). And in that Paris, two twists, two games with a devastating drama. Two groups: La Mama in New York and fragments of a trilogy: The Trojan Women and Electra: Greek tragedy? Rite! Ancient Greek, Nahuatl language old and lost music: terrible acts, who break into the consciousness and being itself, in the anguished question of all men: what are we going? What are we? What us the next day Bread and Puppet (Bread and Puppet), also from USA, but not in those states united everyone neglected, other United States, other: other SHOC: the simplicity of saying much with the simplicity of a gesture or a Macara, or a light that turns everything into dream, an illusion ... In this "show? I went with Daniel and Marie Helene (a friend of Paul): calm night and moving in elegant Paris, eager to show that they can enjoy life enjoying it.

Paris also in six days, the movie: Night Porter (Night Porter, it seems, has happened in Mexico, terrible) and Lumiere, two films made by women: Liliana Cavani and Jeanne Moreau, the actress, the stunning woman who despite being no more than a mature woman is a woman beautiful, intelligent and, in addition to all the movies he loves and loves its own form of expression: the action.

Paris also, long walks and cafes, people going and people looking at you and you look regretting not know French.

In Paris, the memories of Mexico and the roots and also the impulse, the need to stay a little longer, a month: London? "Paris? London, Paris meeting London, Paris, the new possibility and maybe vezel new language. Who knows then.

including London Sunday Back to Dora and returned to Spain on Wednesday: the reunion with people to whom I left just six days ago, have been years, but still, we recognize Ynos want. I continue to study Shakespeare and Capital: Saturday, 10 am going to an interview with the Drama Centre London where I have written more than a month, maybe this interview appears that maybe this crazy son could

Cut abruptly in the sequence. They ever bring up the conclusion. That is, for now, the trip ended a few weeks. And had to return to life in Mexico and sociology. Life in Mexico is still here.

Third movement:

memory fragments which are relevant

In the very first page, almost ravings

Dedicate entirely to that word, again with generous opening night banquet of the frescoes, the ceschavetados. "Crazy? anything else? (Or the freaks, in pyrotechnics)

direct cut

I esnobb ... Nachita Guevara and the hectic life lacrimosísimos In those seventies, now toothless and entoncs bright and firm.

Round and round to transcend.

what it takes to finish this song, let out your vein
histrionic: knowing who needs to break the scheme and all the fray delivered

And second,

In the first decade twenty-first century, who could face the simple beauty of a song as I am Snob. Is asked.

As the teacher had said Formosa at that time that his disciples were reduced to one, and they could be at least five or four, depending on the month.

April, for ejempl0

Three

the esdrujulez, or esdrujulencia in Portuguese version of Elis Regina. Chico Buarque always be a mystery, especially for those who do not practice the Lusitanian language, after their acclimatization and frondosísima new birth in the American mainland. It was a matter of realizing the true essence of those who just sing, for us and for them, always with them.

was the first time you express enthusiasm for the possibility of nurturing film and lifted her on the reality on the screen draws

... Seven

Projects, proposals

A disk of Mercedes Sosa shot him everything. He thought of her and Violeta Parra, but the voice of Eugenia León. Tania Libertad like giving voice (and granules) to Chabuca Granda, no less, with songs about the pain of Chile (back in Paris, and elsewhere)

Margie Bermejo He was also in English Portuguese and English and jazz

Closing the circle that afternoon, came Soledad Bravo, in conspiracy with Willie Colon, with its Caribbean, filled with Chico Buarque, Milton Nascimento, the same Silvio Rodriguez: Seven precise, indispensable reference of the voice, the voice, the voice.

These were his findings.

Eight

Letting deafen therefore distinctive, sound a clear night: insects strike the foliage, mocking birds, alerting the deaf music fickle branches against each other, the sharp ceremony
be black without missing a gram, or about any hint: throw a dive in that water, painful and cold, but also recent boreal flora almost nonexistent: phosphorus ephemeral on the surface of the thalamus.
She Could do, beautifully, the swing: She's
the boogie bugle boy of Company B. She sings, Malthus, and the required marvelously.just lifting tunes and paroles, as she Would like to think

Nine

Know the essential poetry

build a wall, place gravel on cement or stone baked to raise a roof supported by more than yellow for that climate party com these anisic

Never forget the visions aromatic

Squeeze, listening, cadanota without meaning, with English words in a drawn, painful: the exact, true, Grizabella: Bette Midler (Shiver Me Timbers).

And see that I say after the final Memories in the splendid, always, the voice of Barbra Streisand.

Beans. Beans were the two.

Ten

comparison Beyond
Everything for her
she's a new yorker
Who Would You Rather keep, the husky, the crystal, the deep, and the hilarious
In the Mood feeling: just fine
It's your job, to try and make Them, for gods sake, the fancy wood UNDERSTAND

Eleven-twelve

And all at one time were the discs, and after all the tapes were, ascending and resembling a thousand and one nights, with dawn, by the pure desire to put to sea from the stereo boxes that could contain all, or seem.
Times that plunged to death in the slope that of the silver plastic discs, and to be more precise, laser encoded, rather than actual physical contact of the needle or metal on the foam mattress line.
Each head a world.
As no vital concern, not existential, matter they are made of the labors, the bump vital signs of the surge of feelings and obscurities, of passions and their secrets, in each trial to become a chimera, or giving away the time, who could, as
would be near the igneous core and magnetic roll in the enjoyment of many, as diverse references. Let the spray
lift the Pimero prose, stupid, lightness
So there's no heaven, it would also podidodecir, Uruguayan elegant words of the verses of that other big city in the nostalgia and the submission: Montevideo reflecting slightly River of youthful days with the clamor of the subjects just chewing the lessons learned in high school at least, so full of fits and what covens?
No, puns and ropes rather than verbal, visual, and its own energy recontrapuesta revitalized or cubed, the diamond, the mansion polyhedral many avatars.

That is what we have, so far

rest, will undoubtedly