Music: Fabrizio De Andrè Live - Il pescatore (versione originale) - Lyrics

IL PESCATORE

All'ombra dell'ultimo sole
s'era assopito un pescatore
e aveva un solco lungo il viso
come una specie di sorriso.

Venne alla spiaggia un assassino
due occhi grandi da bambino
due occhi enormi di paura
eran gli specchi di un'avventura.

E chiese al vecchio dammi il pane
ho poco tempo e troppa fame
e chiese al vecchio dammi il vino
ho sete e sono un assassino.

Gli occhi dischiuse il vecchio al giorno
non si guardò neppure intorno
ma versò il vino e spezzò il pane
per chi diceva ho sete e ho fame.

E fu il calore di un momento
poi via di nuovo verso il vento
davanti agli occhi ancora il sole
dietro alle spalle un pescatore.

Dietro alle spalle un pescatore
e la memoria è già dolore
è già il rimpianto di un aprile
giocato all'ombra di un cortile.

Vennero in sella due gendarmi
vennero in sella con le armi
chiesero al vecchio se lì vicino
fosse passato un assassino.

Ma all'ombra dell'ultimo sole
s'era assopito il pescatore
e aveva un solco lungo il viso
come una specie di sorriso
e aveva un solco lungo il viso
come una specie di sorriso

Music: Dave Matthews - Stay or Leave - Lost In translation - Sofia Coppola

Music: Dave Matthews Band - Stay or Leave
Video: Lost in Translation (2003) by Sofia Coppola

Ricardo Marcenaro bitácora. La Red - Dialogo

- Nunca me acaricies, ¡nos gustaría demasiado!, sería un quilombo.

- Bueno…, que te importa un quilombo más…

- Te pido que no, me desbarrancaría por tus ojos hasta meterme en tu estómago y disolverte... vernos.

- Mmmmm… (¿Qué le digo? Se dio cuenta, me suda todo…) mmmmMañana te pensaba mandar ese libro que te prometí.

- Ah sí, claro, el libro, las hojas, letras y letras, páginas que corren y se dan vuelta… ¿no?

- Sos un guacho…

- Soy alguien que te ve adentro. Nada más. Estoy conectado con lo más íntimo tuyo, así me conecto con la gente. Por eso soy un ermitaño. Nadie lo resiste.

- Yo soy fuertecita, jajaja…

- Jajaja…, claro, claro, ¿dónde habré escuchado eso?

- Imagino, imagino, señor barba larga…, mmm

- Mmm ¿qué?

- Entonces es verdad lo de la barba…

- De lo mío conozco y sobre eso no hay adelantos piba, o vos te crees ¡¿qué?!

- Jajaja, me siento flotando en el agua con la luz que penetra por la superficie, estoy debajo de esa línea, a lo lejos… se acercan las sombras resplandecientes de una red inmensurable, floto…, floto…, floto…,…abrazame.

Music: Fabrizio de André - Amore che vieni. Amore che vai - Lyrics

Quei giorni perduti a rincorrere il vento
a chiederci un bacio e volerne altri cento
un giorno qualunque li ricorderai
amore che fuggi da me tornerai
un giorno qualunque li ricorderai
amore che fuggi da me tornerai

e tu che con gli occhi di un altro colore
mi dici le stesse parole d'amore
fra un mese fra un anno scordate le avrai
amore che vieni da me fuggirai
fra un mese fra un anno scordate le avrai
amore che vieni da me fuggirai

venuto dal sole o da spiagge gelate
perduto in novembre o col vento d'estate
io t'ho amato sempre, non t'ho amato mai
amore che vieni, amore che vai
io t'ho amato sempre, non t'ho amato mai
amore che vieni, amore che vai

Painter: Zuloaga Ignacio

El Cristo de la Sangre Ignacio Zuloaga 1911

Retrato de José María de Huarte, obra de Zuloaga

A Lady With A Fan

An Elegant Lady Fanning Herself

Ignacio Zuloaga y Zabaleta

Picture of Lola with a Dress of White Flowers


Ignacio Zuloaga y Zabaleta (clic here Wiki) (July 26, 1870 – October 31, 1945) was a Spanish Basque painter, born in Eibar, in the Basque country, near the monastery of Loyola. He was the son of metalworker and damascener Plácido Zuloaga and grandson of the organizer and director of the royal armoury in Madrid.

Portrait of a young woman


Ignacio Zuloaga (clic aquí Wiki) fue uno de los más importantes pintores españoles de finales del siglo XIX y principios de XX. Nació en la localidad guipuzcoana de Eibar (País Vasco, España) el 20 de junio de 1870 y murió en Madrid (España) el 31 de octubre de 1945). Fue hijo del notable damasquinador Plácido Zuloaga y sobrino de Daniel Zuloaga, uno de los más destacados ceramistas españoles de su época y que ejerció gran influencia sobre él. Trabajó de niño en el taller de su padre donde tuvo los primeros contactos con el dibujo y el grabado. Su formación escolar se realizó con los jesuitas en Francia completándose en Madrid, París y Roma.

El Museo de Navarra ha adquirido recientemente un cuadro de Ignacio Zuloaga y Zabaleta (1870-1945). Se trata del retrato de José María de Huarte y Jáuregui, un óleo sobre lienzo con unas medidas de 215 x 155 centímetros, por el que se han pagado 150.000 euros.

http://www.navarra.es/home_es/Actualidad/Sala+de+prensa/Noticias/2007/12/24/2412cu31.htm

Music: Fiona Apple - Never Is A Promise - Lyrics - 1998

You'll never see the courage I know

Its colors' richness won't appear within your view

I'll never glow - the way that you glow

Your presence dominates the judgements made on you

But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights

The shades and shadows undulate in my perception

My feelings swell and stretch; I see from greater heights

I understand what I am still too proud to mention - to you

You'll say you understand, but You don't understand

You'll say you'd never give up seeing eye to eye

But never is a promise, and you can't afford to lie

You'll never touch - these things that I hold

The skin of my emotions lies beneath my own

You'll never feel the heat of this soul

My fever burns me deeper than I've ever shown - to you

You'll say, Don't fear your dreams, it's easier than it seems

You'll say you'd never let me fall from hopes so high

But never is a promise and you can't afford to lie

You'll never live this life that I live

I'll never live the life that wakes me in the night

You'll never hear the message I give

You'll say it looks as though I might give up this fight

But as the scenery grows, I see in different lights

The shades and shadows undulate in my perception

My feelings swell and stretch, I see from greater heights

I realize what I am now too smart to mention - to you

You'll say you understand, you'll never understand

I'll say I'll never wake up knowing how or why

I don't know what to believe in, you don't know who I am

You'll say I need appeasing when I start to cry

But never is a promise and I'll never need a lie

Music: Fabrizio De Andrè Live - Fiume Sand Creek

"Fiume Sand Creek"

Fabrizio de Andrè:

Si son presi il nostro cuore sotto una coperta scura
sotto una luna morta piccola dormivamo senza paura
fu un generale di vent'anni
occhi turchini e giacca uguale
fu un generale di vent'anni
figlio d'un temporale

c'è un dollaro d'argento sul fondo del Sand Creek.

I nostri guerrieri troppo lontani sulla pista del bisonte
e quella musica distante diventò sempre più forte
chiusi gli occhi per tre volte
mi ritrovai ancora lì
chiesi a mio nonno è solo un sogno
mio nonno disse sì

a volte i pesci cantano sul fondo del Sand Creek

Sognai talmente forte che mi uscì il sangue dal naso
il lampo in un orecchio nell'altro il paradiso
le lacrime più piccole
le lacrime più grosse
quando l'albero della neve
fiorì di stelle rosse

ora i bambini dormono nel letto del Sand Creek

Quando il sole alzò la testa tra le spalle della notte
c'erano solo cani e fumo e tende capovolte
tirai una freccia in cielo
per farlo respirare
tirai una freccia al vento
per farlo sanguinare

la terza freccia cercala sul fondo del Sand Creek

Si son presi il nostro cuore sotto una coperta scura
sotto una luna morta piccola dormivamo senza paura
fu un generale di vent'anni
occhi turchini e giacca uguale
fu un generale di vent'anni
figlio d'un temporale

ora i bambini dormono sul fondo del Sand Creek

Animals: Insects: Mantis Religiosa - Poesía: José Watanabe

José Watanabe

La mantis religiosa

Mi mirada cansada retrocedió desde el bosque azulado por el sol
hasta la mantis religiosa que permanecía inmóvil a 50 cm. de mis ojos.
Yo estaba tendido sobre las piedras calientes de la orilla del Chanchamayo
y ella seguía allí, inclinada, las manos contritas,
confiando excesivamente en su imitación de ramita o palito seco.

Quise atraparla, demostrarle que un ojo siempre nos descubre,
pero se desintegró entre mis dedos como una fina y quebradiza cáscara.

Una enciclopedia casual me explica ahora que yo había destruido
a un macho
vacío.
La enciclopedia refiere sin asombro que la historia fue así:
el macho, en su pequeña piedra, cantando y meneándose, llamando
hembra
y la hembra ya estaba aparecida a su lado,
acaso demasiado presta
Y dispuesta.

Duradero es el coito de las mantis.
En el beso
ella desliza una larga lengua tubular hasta el estómago de él
y por la lengua le gotea una saliva cáustica, un ácido,
que va licuándole los órganos
y el tejido del más distante vericueto interno, mientras le hace gozo,
y mientras le hace gozo la lengua lo absorbe, repasando
la extrema gota de sustancia del pie o del seso, y el macho
se continúa así de la suprema esquizofrenia de la cópula
a la muerte.
Y ya viéndolo cáscara, ella vuela, su lengua otra vez lengüita.

Las enciclopedias no conjeturan. Ésta tampoco supone qué última palabra
queda fijada para siempre en la boca abierta y muerta del macho.
Nosotros no debemos negar la posibilidad de una palabra
de agradecimiento.

Music: Nick Cave - Stranger That Kindness - Live, HQ

Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds performing Stranger Thank Kindness
Knopf's Music Hall, Hamburg, Germany
August 15th, 1987

Stranger than kindness
Bottled light from hotels
Spilling everything
Wet hand from the volcano
Sobers your skin
Stranger than Kindness

You caress yourself
And grind my soft cold bones below
Your map of desire
Burned in your flesh
Even a fool can come
A strange lit stair
And find a rope hanging there
Stranger than kindness

Keys rain like heaven's hair
There is no home there is no bread
We sit at the gate and scratch

The gaunt fruit of passion
Dies in the light
Stranger than kindness

Your sleeping hands journey
The loiter
Stranger than kindness
You hold me so carelessy close
Tell me I'm dirty
Stranger than kindness

Botany: Fungus. Hongos. Funji: Clitocybe. Part 3

Rebularis

Nuda

Nuda

Odora

Odora

Music: Dave Matthews - Out of My Hands - Lyrics

Out Of My Hands

Out on my window ledge
I don't feel safe
And I stay
Looking down on you

It's out of my hands for now
It's out of my hands for now

I can't just walk away
Be nice to walk away
But I don't feel safe
Get away, all the way up here

Its out of my hands for now
Its out of my hands for now

Oh it is
Down in from here
And down from here
Start to feel insane
Betrayed
Out on my window ledge

Now our finest hour arrives
See the pig dressed in his finest fine
And all that believe stand behind him and smile
As the day lights up with fire

Let me in
Let me in

I start to feel like I'm crazed

Betrayed

Out on my window ledge

Now our finest hour arrives
See the pig dressed in his finest fine
And all the believers stand behind him and smile
Watch the day's lights up with fire

Looking down from here
It's outta my hands for now
Out on my window ledge
It's outta my hands for now
So let me in
Let me in

Music: Fabrizio de André - E Fu La Notte

E fu la notte
la notte per noi
notte profonda
sul nostro amore.
E fu la fine
di tutto per noi
resta il passato
e niente di più.
Ma se ti dico:
"non t'amo più"
sono sicuro
di non dire il vero.
E fu la notte
la notte per noi
buio e silenzio
son scesi su noi.
E fu la notte
la notte per noi
buio e silenzio
son scesi su noi..

Architecture: Art Deco - Treasures of The New York Public Library

Art Deco captured the mood of 1920s and 1930s modernism, an age of jazz and streamlined machinery, with designs that are colorful, geometric, and filled with an intense rhythm. Watch as curators from The New York Public Library showcase Art Deco prints from the Art & Architecture Division's collections.

Music: Fabrizio de André - Sidun - Lyrics

SIDON (or 'Saida' in Arabic)

My baby, oh my baby, my baby,
My own baby
His fleshy ruby lips
in the honey sun
Sweet benign tumor
of your mom
Squeezed in this wet,
sultry, sultry summer
And now, a clot of blood, ears
and milk teeth
And the eyes of soldiers, like mad dogs,
who hunted the lambs
with foam at the mouth
and chased people like game
until they quenched
their wild blood thirst
And after the bars into the throat, the bars of jail,
And in the wounds, the poisonous seed of deportation
So that nothing of us, trees, spikes or children,
May grow any more from the plain to the seashore.
Goodbye, my baby, our heritage
is hidden
in this city that
is burning, is burning
in the evening drawing near
and in this great fire light
for your little death.

Per la traduzione:
http://www.prato.linux.it/~lmasetti/a...

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Painter: Bosch Hieronymus. Part 11

Temptation of St. Anthony. Central panel. 1500. Oil on panel.

Temptation of St. Anthony. Pen and bistre on paper. Kupferstichkabinett, Berlin, Germany.

The Conjuror. 1500s. Oil on panel. Musée Municipal, Saint-Germain-en Laye, France.

he House of Ill Fame (detail). 1500s. Oil on panel. Museum Boymans-van Beuningen, Rotterdam.

The House of Ill Fame. 1500s. Oil on panel. Museum Boymans-van Beuningen, Rotterdam.

Music: Fabrizio de André - Inverno

Architecture: Art Deco in Havana - Cuba - Music: Lecuona, Jos. Bacher, Plácido Domingo

1)La Comparsa, Ernesto Lecuona, piano
2)La Conga Blicoti- Josephine Baker & The Lecuona Cuban Boys.
3)La Conga se va.- Ernesto Lecuona & The Lecuona Cuban Boys.
4) Siempre en mi Corazon.- ( Estas en mi
corazon...) Placido Domingo
5) Mirala que linda viene( Rumbas cubanas)
The Lecuona Cuban Boys

SIEMPRE EN MI CORAZON
compositor: Ernesto Lecuona
version: Placido Domingo
(Lyrics)

Estas en mi corazon,
aunque estoy lejos de ti,
y es el tormento mayor,
esta fatal separacion...

Estas en mi corazon,
y en mi amarga soledad,
el recuerdo de tu amor,
disminuye mi penar...

Yo bien se que nunca mas,
en mis brazos estaras,
prisionera de un cariño
que fue toda mi ilusion,
pero nada ha de poder,
que te deje de querer,
porque como unica dueña,
estas en mi corazon.

Estas en mi corazon,
y en mi amarga soledad,
el recuedo de tu amor,
disminuye mi penar....

Yo bien se que nunca mas,
en mis brazos estaras,
prisionera de un cariño,
que fue toda mi ilusion,
pero nadie ha de poder,
que te deje de querer,
porque como unica dueña,
estas en mi corazon...

HAVANA, CUBA: 1920s "La Habana Elegante"
PAN AMERICAN AIRWAYS: " On October 19, 1927, Pan Am flew its first flight by delivering mail from Key West, Florida, to Havana. Regularly scheduled service began nine days later".

José Raúl Capablanca y Graupera (November 19, 1888 - March 8, 1942) was a Cuban world-class chess player in the early to mid-twentieth century. One of the first five unofficial grandmasters, he held the title of world chess champion from 1921 to 1927."
José Raúl Capablanca
Time Magazine, December 7, 1925
Full name|José Raúl Capablanca
Country| Cuba
Born|November 19 1888(1888-11-19)
Havana, Cuba
Died | March 8 1942 (aged 53)
New York City, United States
Title | Grandmaster
World Champion | 1921-1927

BACARDI BUILDING- Havana: " the year 1920 began the construction of this magnificent architectural jewel, representative of the Art Decó in fashion at that time. The building was designed by the architects Esteban Rodriguez Castells, Rafael Fernandez Ruenes and Jose Menendez.

Its construction cost about 400,000 pesos and last 5 years. At that moment, the tip of its main tower was the highest point of Cuba. The famous bat, symbol of the family and logo of the drink brand crowns this tower. The granite used in this construction was imported from Bavaria and Norway."

MANHATTAN IN HAVANA: The Lopez-Serrano Bldg.
"Lopez Serrano Building Built: 1932
Architect: Ricardo Mira & Miguel Rosich
Location: Vedado
The Lopez Serrano, built in 1932 by the office of Ricardo Mira and Miguel Rosich on Thirteenth and L, was among the first skyscrapers in El Vedado. Its vertical piers are stressed in the art deco manner of North American examples. According to Narisco G. Menocal, professor in the art department at the University of Wisconsin, its design closely follows that of the apartment block at One Fifth Avenue in New York City. This project was by Harvey Wiley Corbett, main partner at the firm of Helme, Corbett & Harrison. The Lopez Serrano rises ten floors, with another four in the step-back; it has a steel structure and brick walls. The ground plan is H-shaped for the sake of maximum illumination and ventilation in the apartments, of which there are eight on each standard floor."

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