jueves, 28 de noviembre de 2013

Music: Baltasar Comotto - Rompe el cristal - Rock from Argentina - Lyrics











Baltasar Comotto - Rompe el cristal


ROMPE EL CRISTAL

Sol de Liniers
estallarán las horas
se quemaron los tiempos

Alma infeliz
ya no tienes más tiempo
no te queda más tiempo

El silencio te da calma
y pensarás que va a ser de ti esta vez

En un momento desapareceremos
para no volver

Rompe el cristal para saber que podés hacerlo
rompe el cristal, rompe el cristal
rompe el cristal, rompe el cristal

Asómate
mírate al espejo
que ves en el reflejo?
televisión
ya no tienes más tiempo
no te queda más tiempo

El silencio te da calma
y pensarás que va a ser de ti esta vez

En un momento desapareceremos
para no volver

Rompe el cristal para saber que podés hacerlo
rompe el cristal, rompe el cristal
rompe el cristal, rompe el cristal









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NASA: USA - Lighting the Paths Across the U.S. - 11.28.13




Lighting the Paths Across the U.S.
acquired October 1, 2013 download large image (9 MB, JPEG, 7500x5000)
Lighting the Paths Across the U.S.
acquired October 1, 2013 download large image (4 MB, PNG, 7500x5000)
acquired October 1, 2013 download large image (10 MB, JPEG, 7500x5000)
 
 
Thanksgiving is a time for family, for feasting, and for gratitude in the United States. It is also a time when the nation’s transportation network is clogged with travelers. According to the American Automobile Association, an estimated 43.4 million Americans will travel 50 miles (80 kilometers) or more during Thanksgiving week, with the average round trip being 600 miles (1,000 kilometers). More than 90 percent of them will use cars or trucks, while the rest will ride planes or trains.
The United States has more roads—4.1 million miles (6.6 million kilometers)—than any other nation in the world, and roughly 40 percent more than second-ranked India. About 47,000 of those U.S. miles are part of the Interstate Highway System, established by President Dwight Eisenhower in the 1950s. The country also has 127,000 miles (204,000 kilometers) of railroad tracks and about 25,000 miles (40,000 kilometers) of navigable rivers and canals (not including the Great Lakes).
The imprint of that transportation web becomes easier to see at night. The Visible Infrared Imaging Radiometer Suite (VIIRS) on the Suomi NPP satellite acquired two nighttime images early on October 1, 2013, for this natural-light, mosaic view (top) of the continental United States. The VIIRS instrument uses a “day-night band” of wavelengths that is sensitive to low light levels and manmade light sources. The images were collected just three days before the new moon, so reflected light from space and the atmosphere was relatively low. It was also a rare night when most of the nation was cloud-free. (See this 2012 image for a composite, artist-enhanced view of all of the U.S. night lights.)
The lower map traces the path of the major interstate highways, railroads, and rivers of the United States. If you turn on the image comparison tool, you will quickly see how the cities and settlements align with the transportation corridors. In the early days of the republic, post roads and toll roads for horse-drawn carts and carriages were built to connect eastern cities like Boston, New York, Baltimore, and Philadelphia, though relatively few travelers made the long, unlit journeys. Railroads became the dominant transportation for people and cargo in the middle of the 19th century, establishing longer links across the nation and waypoints across the Midwest, the Great Plains, and the Rockies. If you could've taken a satellite image in those eras, there probably would've been dim pearls of light strung together by unseen strands of steel tracks and cobbled roads.
Eventually cars and trucks became the dominant form of transportation. Drivers then needed roads, as well as lighting to keep them safely on those roads. As the nation grew up in the 20th century, the development of new cities and suburbs often conformed to the path of the interstate highways, adding light along the paths between the cities. More than 86 percent of modern passenger transportation in the United States is by cars or trucks; cargo is predominantly carried by truck (60 percent), though railroads still carry a substantial portion when measured by weight. The transportation sector accounts for two thirds of U.S. oil consumption and one out of every nine jobs.
Across the years, the length of navigable rivers has been a constant, as is their relative lack of light. Even today the only light seems to be the occasional port cities along the riverbanks and the light of the ships themselves.





NASA: USA - Lighting the Paths Across the U.S. - 11.28.13







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Poetry: Li Qingzhao - Last Night - Our Boat Starts At Night - Sorrow - Links to more LQ









Last Night

Last
night
thin
rain,
gusty
wind.

Dense
sleep
doesn't
fade
a wine
hangover.

I'm talking
to her
who
rolled up
the curtains.

Are you
blind!
I
say.

By now
they're
fat
green
and skimpy
red. 




Our Boat Starts At Night

Our boat starts at night
from the beach of Yen Kuang.

Great ships sail only for profit
Only small boats come here because of your fame.
The passers-by are embarrassed by your virtue.
So in the night we steal by the place where you used to fish.



Sorrow

                  To the melody of "Sheng Sheng Man"

I pine and peak
And questless seek
Groping and moping to linger and languish
Anon to wander and wonder, glare, stare and start
Flesh chill'd
Ghost thrilled
With grim dart
And keen canker of rankling anguish.

Sudden a gleam
Of fair weather felt
But fled as fast -- and the ice-cold season stays.
How hard to have these days
In rest or respite, peace or truce.
Sip upon sip of tasteless wine
Is of slight use
To counter or quell
The fierce lash of the evening blast.

The wild geese -- see --
Fly overhead
Ah, there's the grief
That's chief -- grief beyond bearing,
Wild fowl far faring
In days of old you sped
Bearing my true love's tender thoughts to me.
Lo, how my lawn is rife with golden blooms
Of bunched chrysanthemums --
Weary their heads they bow.
Who cares to pluck them now?
While I the casement keep
Lone, waiting, waiting for night
And, as the shades fall
Upon broad leaves, sparse rain-drops drip.
Ah, such a plight
Of grief -- grief unbearable, unthinkable.






Poetry: Li Qingzhao - Last Night - Our Boat Starts At Night - Sorrow - Links to more LQ







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Photos - Fotos: Ralph Eugene Meatyard - Part 2 - 13 photos - Links







Ralph Eugene Meatyard - Abstractions 1 ca. 1958 gelatin silver print
 
Ralph Eugene Meatyard - Abstractions 5 1959 gelatin silver print

 
Ralph Eugene Meatyard - Abstractions 11

 
Ralph Eugene Meatyard - Abstractions 12

 
Ralph Eugene Meatyard - Abstractions 1958 gelatin silver print

 
Ralph Eugene Meatyard - Abstractions 1959 gelatin silver print

 
Ralph Eugene Meatyard - Abstractions 1959 gelatin silver print

 
Ralph Eugene Meatyard - Abstractions 1959 gelatin silver print  


Ralph Eugene Meatyard - Abstractions 1959 gelatin silver print

 
Ralph Eugene Meatyard - Abstractions ca. 1957 gelatin silver print

 
Ralph Eugene Meatyard - Abstractions ca. 1957 gelatin-silver print 


Ralph Eugene Meatyard - Abstractions ca. 1963 gelatin silver print  


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Poesia: Anna Akhmatova - La canción de la última cita - La musa - La tierra natal - Galeria de fotos - Links a mas AA









La canción de la última cita

Se enfriaba, desvalido, mi pecho,
pero eran ligeros mis pasos.
Me puse en la mano derecha
el guante de la mano izquierda.

¡Me pareció que había muchos peldaños
aunque sabía que eran sólo tres!
Un murmullo otoñal entre los arces
me pidió: “¡Muere conmigo!

¡Oye: una suerte penosa,
inconstante y mala me engañó!”
Le contesté: “¡Querido mío:
a mí también. Contigo moriré!”

Esta es la canción de la última cita.
Eché una mirada a la casa sombría.
Tan sólo en la alcoba ardían las velas
con una llama indiferente y mustia.

1912
Versión de Jorge Bustamante García



La musa

Cuando en la noche oscura espero su llegada,
Se me antoja que todo pende de un hilo.
¿Qué valen los honores, la libertad incluso,
cuando ella acude presta y toca el caramillo?
Mira, ¡ahí viene! Ella se echa a un lado el velo
Y se me queda mirando larga y fijamente. Yo digo:
"¿Has sido tú la que le dictó a Dante las páginas sobre el infierno?"
Y ella responde: "Yo soy aquella."

Versión de María Teresa León





La tierra natal

No la llevamos en oscuros amuletos,
Ni escribimos arrebatados suspiros sobre ella,
No perturba nuestro amargo sueño,
Ni nos parece el paraíso prometido.
En nuestra alma no la convertimos
En objeto que se compra o se vende.
Por ella, enfermos, indigentes, errantes
Ni siquiera la recordamos.

Sí, para nosotros es tierra en los zapatos.
Sí, para nosotros es piedra entre los dientes.
Y molemos, arrancamos, aplastamos
Esa tierra que con nada se mezcla.
Pero en ella yacemos y somos ella,
Y por eso, dichosos, la llamamos nuestra.

Versión de María Fernanda Palacio


















Poesia: Anna Akhmatova - La canción de la última cita - La musa - La tierra natal - Galeria de fotos - Links a mas AA







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