Monday, April 4, 2011

Securing A Floor Leaning Mirror

Málaga José Manuel Belmonte and his recreation of missing Sunday's Poem


The image is recreated suspended in the air, the shell of a helpless little body supported by a harness hanging in the wind stirred. The image is kneeling with arms outstretched, holding the books and can not read, the image is referred to in your mirror naked, even look ahead, sleep, think, echo indecipherable secret dreams of those thoughts in unknown languages, in the geography of bodies based on the new realities of thousands of worlds from a re-designed in a language that is crumbling memories.

The image is the body of a man vigorous but elderly. The image is one figure that it could be seen at the train station in Cordoba, a chess supported, silent, in a vacuum, while playing their infinite game perhaps against his own clear, opaque reporting that adversary that is gaining weight transparency, which thins to end up being the remnants of a shadow, the most parched whisper of a voice, a name that already has no name. That sculpture, that greeted travelers arriving from Sevilla AVE Madrid or a few years ago was the work of José Manuel Belmonte , one of the most brilliant artists, more cargo and humanist, whose Córdoba today. The work of Belmonte, who has covered nearly half the world to stay, then exposed in other media has not always been understood in Cordoba. However, the folds of their bodies, their eyes lost nearby, like the first bird appeared men emerged from the primordial stories of Flash Gordon, as if a new sculptor Alex Raymond had decided to reinvent classic mythology, and gave a dimension dream to a project that has always man as an end point, as a redemption which thereby shows its origin in the lack, in the loss of self.

has submitted, in the Baroque Patio Córdoba Provincial Council, his new collection Recess of the absent , featuring a sculpture group is an allegory of Alzheimer's disease, senile dementia, pure and essential that they reach these bodies when they are still gifted for life, although their minds, their spirits, their internal breaths, and have stepped into another life, but especially not death, but other latitude, parallel, perhaps, where the children may even become the result of increased vital clearance. It is difficult to explain a sculpture, especially with the moral that there is always Belmonte, tempered by the aesthetic quality of the suggestion spinning body. At the same absence is caused some of the best poetry of Juana Castro, and also several very beautiful poems Matilde Cabello. Let the pleasure of the absent, his poetic sculpture.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

How To Make Iphone External Screen



PORTRAIT

Once we went fishing, we draw
the morning of invisible lines. What a long heavy

reeds on the shore like bows
relaxed than ever tightened.

This was a contest of hours foreshadowed,
such peace prize along with a dry riverbed.

only saw a fish and my hands were playing with water
to be humble.

Once we went fishing and caught nothing, only an opportunity
intact
for having looked back as in the portrait. Owned

Delta (Visor, 2004)

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Free Streaming Melina Velba




The song author also pursues me in Brussels, or maybe I who pursues her. Come yesterday morning to recollect Le Jardin de ma Soeur , a Café-Théâtre in one corner of the square of Saint Catherine. We went to the local climbing a staircase, tube-shaped and ends in a platform with an electronic organ, a microphone and speakers stand on two stools. Along the walls, with several old photographs hanging, a few wooden tables with benches. One side gives the square neatly and green Laluz some of the trees sleeping in through the windows. We have reserved our table at the foot of the stage. In the corner, a small bar full of bottles of all colors and sizes. Do not serve authentic combined-combined, I mean, but have Noilly Pratt vermouth. Read:

Les petits Matins et les grands d'Alexonor Soirs

It revient avec de nouvelles chansons ...
Et vous connaissez d'autres that déjà ...
Il rit of lui, il vous rit of,
il rit de tout et de tout le monde

Alexonor (auteur-compositeur-interprète)

Alexonor appears with red pants and red boots, and starts singing, playing the organ. From that moment no longer serves a single drink. The owner of the premises Alexonor fan is placed behind the bar and in the balcony of an amphitheater, to enjoy their own show. Alexonor hear, in the Place Saint Catherine, and suddenly we hear the echoes of Brassens and Jacques Brel, which here is not difficult. Old singer-songwriter is in the sense that inspire Guerrero or Serrat, but modernized. You can enjoy the staging of this smoke-free coffee and yet the smoke collecting mysterious letters. Everything is blue here. The compositions are very rhythmic, and Alexonor gesturally expressed as a true and proper language. Then I bought a couple of albums and think things are equal in Brussels and Madrid, and everywhere there number of bars in the world with good musicians and good songs that will ultimately be just-so it is not little, "the kingdom held a few chosen for their music of chance.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Formal Wear Outlet Hillsboro

Alexonor Serrat concert, songs and finger


This spring evening and at 20:00, is presented in the Library The Argonaut (C / Fernández de los Ríos, 50) the book Serrat, songs and finger . Will the author, indefatigable and enthusiastic fine writer Luis García Gil Cadiz , which has made tracing the geography song set to the poem, plus a luxury Presenters: Fernando González Lucini, and Patxi also Andión and Rodolfo Serrano. The book sounds like a final, literary vigor test. Patxi

Andión has been the voice in the poem has been tearing up a street really sensitive and sincere, cloudy as the Rastro and honored as the teacher, the first teacher tossed in the wind against a dark fire: what would have been to Spain, this Spain of ours, if that same teacher would have extended their peaceful work in the same classrooms with low carbon and dry board drawing a wider world and more slender than any dogmatism.

Rodolfo Serrano is a journalist, essayist, and much more than a sponsor of this blog, from his bag and life of the cane and the late Teresa Méndez Cliff flipping books. Rodolfo has published three books of poetry and a poet is the true experience of biting into that air under the pavements become confessional. I would eat with him today in The Urumea 2, then take a gin and tonic, if we open, in the Barrio Alto and then accompany this presentation. To feel even closer. And maybe take another.

Anyway, today is Friday in America and I hear Lucy in the sky broken Magritte.