Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Le baiser de l'hôtel de ville

Robert Doisneau, le pecheur d'images; le Petit Nicolas et le Petit Prince; la chanson du Champs Elysées; Lady Di et le pont de l'Alma; Vang Gogh; my first French teacher ... and many more memories came to my mind when I went to Paris last Easter.

One of my dreams fullfilled. Now that everybody is excited about travelling to exotic places, I was more than happy to be in Paris.

In a way is sad to be in the places you have imagined so many times. Not that long, I was crazy with envy everytime one of my friends went to another country and came back with lots of stories. Now it's me the one who has all those chances. And I feel the same really ...

Anyway, just make the best out of this day looking at this picture and singing:

C'est le temps de l'amour
Le temps des copains
Et de l'aventure
Quand le temps va et vient
On ne pense à rien
Malgré ses blessures

Car le temps de l'amour
C'est long et c'est court
Ça dure toujours
On s'en souvient

On se dit qu'à vingt ans
On est le roi du monde
Et qu'éternellement
Il y aura dans nos yeux
Tout le ciel bleu



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Sunday, February 04, 2007

Autorretrato con Mono

Oh my great heroine Frida Kahlo. Though my reasons to declare so are quite different from what can be expected.

She was a painter whose fame even overcame that of his husband Diego Rivera. She was intelligent, too avanced for her time and culture, and deeply sensible. But damn it, who cares? She did not shave! That's what's important!

If only I could do the same. I'd save time, money and pain. But why is the influence of what surrounds me so strong that I can not even think about the possibility of showing my hairy armpits?

Very frequently I'm engaged in meaninglessness conversations about clothes, make-up and diets. When deeply inside I'm thinking how I hate all that. And I know many times I start them. Maybe just to feel part of all this culture.

The very truth it's that I don't give a shit about it. And that I'll wear pyjamas all day long. Many people around me have tried to change it, for almost 8 years indeed, with no success.

This is me. I have moustache and I like it! It's soft and comfortable!

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Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Átame

You got it all wrong if you were thinking I was going to write about Almodóvar, Banderas or Abril. I'm writing about the artist who did the poster for Almodóvar's movie 'Átame'. This artist, was not only a painter who participated in Arco and draw comics, but also a great musician.

Carlos Berlanga is not the theme of this post though. But the movement he was part of: 'La Movida Madrileña'. Until recently, I've always reckon the 80's as a decade to be forgiven. My memories about that time are full of impossible hairdos with too much hairspray, corduroy trousers and Snoopy t-shirts.

Those ideas have disappeared now, as I have discovered that the Spanish music scene was so impressive. Now, I can't stop listening to groups which, until now, didn't mean much to me. 'Alaska y los Pegamoides' and 'Parálisis Permanente' are my favourite ones. But I have found, thanks to Jorge, some others like 'Glutamato Yeyé'.

After this discover, I don't find any pleasure in listening to Beyoncé anymore, despite her being my favourite diva until now. Now, I've changed my idols and I'd like to become Ana Curra once I grow old.

I guess life is about this. Modifying your references and idols. I feel all excited now about researching more into the 80's culture. Just like when I was 14 and I discovered the Beatles. Back then, I used to record all Luqui's radio programs in lots of cassettes. Fortunately, this time Youtube is on my side!!!

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Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Perro Semihundido

This image has been used a thousand times. Which one has not??
I guess Goya is reflecting, without conscious intention, how do we feel from time to time.

So many questions about this figure ... It was part of the 'black paintings' that were removed from the walls of 'La Quinta del Sordo'. What a gloomy place it must have been!

Where is he looking? Is there another figure? Is he sunken in mud?

The very same questions I have for myself now. But don't let it all be despair! Still good stuff to look forward to... Specially going back home for Christmast. I don't care much about this time of the year, but I do care about chorizo, croquetas and tortilla.

So it's high time for me to write down my New Year's resolutions then:

Ummmhhh..... well yes ...... get back, get back... get back to where you once belonged ...
Get back jojo!!!

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Saturday, November 18, 2006

La Mujer con Espejo

Here I am again. Watching Sex and the City all by my own, and picturing myself as Carrie with the rest of the girls, Raquel, Amparo and Miguel. But we are not strolling up the fifth avenue, but Gran Vía in Madrid.

I miss my city desperately. It’s true though, that when I was living there I used to complaint a lot. About having my ass stuck to the seat in the tube with 40º in summer, about traffic jams and working places all along the M30, about the constant feeling of being in a rush, about commuting for more than one hour to reach my place of work…

I belong there anyway, and every time I visit, I feel like this statute of Botero: I am an obese girl self-contemplating in the middle of the crowd. Yeah baby, since I work surrounded by calories I have enough corporal mass to participate in the Cibeles fashion parade…damn it!

So next time I’m there I’ll follow my art teacher advice: “when walking around Madrid, don’t look at the floor, lift your head up and enjoy the buildings, the façades, the sky, the trees, the people…try not to miss a thing ‘cause you’d be missing a lot”.

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Monday, October 23, 2006

Muchacha en la ventana

One's brother shouldn't be allowed to kiss in front of you. This has been the first weekend I have spent with my brother and his exchoni girlfriend, and I already know that I'll be a sever mother. Do not ever allow your kids to have boy/girlfriends, never ever.

How has this happened? Only yesterday he was wearing his uniform and crying all way long to school. This only means one thing: I'm getting old as well and now I'm closer to the thirties than to the twenties. Fuck!!
This is a cruel reality, and I thought I could me immature forever, now I don't have excuses anymore...Only the worse is still to come. The good times have ended...for good.

So this is why I've chosen this picture. I had it on the wall of my bedroom during all my teenager days. It reminds me of so many things: afternoons after school, Sundays studying, happy summers, dreams, thoughts...I was indeed that girl, I'm short and dark-haired as well (and I have the very same big ass, I'm not going to lie here).

It's funny, during that time I only looked to the future, now I spent more time looking back. If only I had a proper window where I could lean out!!

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Friday, October 06, 2006

La Pietà

I'm not in my best mood today, I have to say. Maybe this is why I just wanted to talk about this sculpture.

I saw it for the first time in my life last Eastern. Rome was a trip I had looked forward to for a long time, to me it meant something special. But once again, when I came back I just had the feeling of having been in a rush. I visited the Vatican Museums like shopping at Ikea. I almost collapsed in the Sistine Chapel. Can you believe that? I felt half asleep, and was even snoring with the distance noise of whispers and quick steps.

After walking all day long, I only had the chance of catching a quick glimpse of La Pietà. But I wouldl stand the mass in Latin again just for that brief moment.

My Art History teacher in COU said once that when she saw the David she couldn't help but crying. Well, I didn't have the time to shed a tear with this other piece, but I was moved. Though it's only a figure behind a glass surrounded by lots of tourists, everything about it is perfect. It is even difficult to believe that it was carved in marble. Both of them are extremely beautiful. This may sound sinful, but there is not such a sensual neck in the whole world.
Anyway, this is not what makes it so great, but the fact that the whole figure gives off solitude and deeply sadness. And somehow, you feel kind of identify with that mood. Just like I'm feeling tonight...Thanks God I have Paulina Rubio to cheer me up!! ;-)

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