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[In Depth: Chico Buarque - Ole Ola]

As mentioned in the second email I sent today, life is a journey in pursuit of circles, going from one to another and if we stay in one, do not grow.

life also is full of omissions. Omit actions for fear, for convenience, because we do not really change. By default we can also get in those circles that both mentioned. Today I realized that I left no one and I've had to leave another. All is change: good, bad, full of satisfaction or a sticky spot of sadness and disappointment. Today was not a good day for me. Lately

not let me vent. But today I wanted to mourn, grieve and emptied until it fell into a deep sleep, but life does not let me. I laughed at jokes published, plans radio, talks trying to get on the mood, good post from my feeds and a sound message from the old continent of my best friend. How not to get carried away by this natural force, current buenaondita that fills me and drags me to better pastures, oblivious to my will but not harmful.

Memory paints beautiful pictures at a time when you need it most. In recent days I remembered one of my favorite songs: Ole Olá Chico Buarque. It is a lilting melody that exudes the warmth of the Amazonian vegetation, achieving returned percussion beats a sincere and unpretentious voice and lyrics, which is why I show my taste and delight, tears invited to leave a time and get to dance. There can be no better song to illustrate what I feel at this time.

This song was discovered by the service called Pandora, which creates playlists with music similar to an artist. Thus it was discovered five years ago at Chico Buarque and several of his songs. Later the service was restricted by issues (absurd) of copyright that changes by the laws of each country, but the music stayed with me. I looked over and I found a great Zeca Pagodinho version with the vocal ensemble MPB-4. Curiously, this video has a rudimentary translation. But in this post I had the help of someone who loves a lot of Brazilian culture and helped me translate the song. Thanks @ Trasherized estimated. =)

One of the phrases that I like and that no doubt we can all learn (I vouch for her on this day): "Life is good for those who want to sing." Today I sang y en una thrills me that life takes different sus rumba, y cierra opening rounds, we Recuerda que la amistad y el amor están ahí present to us y nosotros también las recuerden y let us remember that this life en un poco opaque haya bad light.



Chico Buarque - Ole, Hello

Do not cry yet, I have a guitar
And we'll sing
Happiness can go here and listen
And if it's samba want to stay

Your priest rings the bell is for everyone to know
That night a child, that child is the samba
That pain is so old it can die
Olê, ole, ole, hello

has plenty of samba, who knows sambar
That between the wheel, showing the swing
But watch out, not worth crying
Do not cry yet, I have a reason
For you not to cry
Amiga Forgive me if I insist on nothing
But life is good for those who sing
My pine, play strong What is everybody agree
Do not talk of life, or talk of death
pity the girl has not let cry
Olê, ole, ole, hello

samba has left, who knows sambar
That between the wheel, showing the swing
But watch out, not worth crying

Do not cry yet, I have the impression
samba That's coming is a
samba so huge that I sometimes think
What time itself will stop to listen
Moonlight, wait a little, that is to be able to get my samba
I know that the guitar is weak, is hoarse
But my voice did not tire of calling
Olê, ole, ole, hello

has samba to spare, no one wants sambar
who are no longer sing, nor is there more room
The sun came before the samba get
Passersby do not care, it'll work
And you, my friend, can now cry

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not cry I have a guitar yet
And we will sing happy here
can go and hear
if she would want to stay Samba has

Father, rings the bell for all the world know
That night is young, that samba is a child
That pain is so old he may die
Ole Ole Ole olah

There samba to spare, who knows sambar
entering the conference, showing his dancing
But careful, do not mourn it


Do not cry yet I have a reason not to mourn
Amiga, so forgive me if I insist
But life is good for anyone who wants to sing
My viola plays hard to wake everyone
not talk about life or talk about the death penalty
Ten of the girl, do not let
mourn Ole Ole Ole olah

There samba to spare, who knows sambar
entering the conference, showing his dancing
But great care not mourn it

not cry yet I have the impression that
That samba is there is a samba
so immense that sometimes I think
What time itself will stop to hear
lunar light, wait a bit
For my samba can get
I know that the guitar is weak and hoarse
But my voice does not tire of calling
Ole Ole Ole olah

There samba to spare, no one wants sambar
No more who sing or no more room
The sun came before the samba came
Who goes or looks, and will work
And you, my friend, I can mourn

I sing and thus wait what fate put me in front. No more gaps and no more tears. September to date, there has been so disastrous and it seems that things may improve soon. Life is good after all, ole wave. =)

See you in the future.

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MEXICAN

Every year is different. The festivities become something that assume automatic and increasingly less what we celebrate and above all, why we do it.

what you record a child's behavior: the day when Father Hidalgo gave a cry that rose to a discontented people in arms, a action that would mean 10 years later the birth of Mexico. But it is celebrated as the beginning of the fight that the end of it. Beginnings are always celebrated, but never finishes.

has always been like a sort of "Mexican Day" where we do our patriotic colors and paint with them in the city. It stands on the mast the flag, be Mexican to become a rallying cry but do not know where are the "centers." Eat more than the national food and maybe some do break the diet and this day a patriotic Christmas, with its own customs and traditions, evoking the mariachi and bolero, regional dance and singing reprensentativo. The streets are filled screams and explosions, broken glass, the smell of alcohol and gunpowder.

Many say they feel proud of being Mexican, a few (it any) advantage to get open and say that is celebrating nacos. Others put forward the criticism and ensure that there is nothing to celebrate and countless mass just go with the flow, taking advantage of in the coming days will not have to go to work. But one thing is certain: this day can not be ignored.

Last year I wrote a post that there was nothing to celebrate, taking into account the situation of the country which is still pitiful 365 days after these words. I say this because everywhere has been taken as spot advertising celebrate freedom, as if a cry would have been sufficient to free from English rule, as if a celebration was enough to forget the problems we face. But taking into account the customs Porfirian accentuated since time is proud to demonstrate that he is Mexican, not just a date or bicentennial commemorations, but for love, because one is dust of earth, fruit of the nation (in most cases) your parents, your siblings, your family, your friends and your environment, in light of your eyes in the morning, the air we breathe, the food you eat ... All within an area of \u200b\u200bthe world.

A history you can not honor other than remembering. That exalt
myths as we were taught in elementary school. I greet the Jesuit priest who longed
the return of their former monarch, the leaders of the insurgent movement
wanted to assert their birthright to rule, the first ideal of the Americas that ended up being a faithful servant to his nation, which preferred to their country before their blood, which negotiated with a hug the independence of a country seeking to be the future king, who instituted the first ideals for which we now use the adjective, not Aztec, not English; but Mexican.

For the story that this commemoration covers, I can not put aside my pride and say all it means carrying my citizenship. Now, thanks to the generosity of my country, we have been enriched with many people from other countries as diverse and therefore the population is no longer a mixture of only two races and their cultures, in spite of all this, I think it's worth nationality more that unites us: that first of all, be Mexican is what we said our feet on the ground, our center of gravity.

In my case, I have no foreign relatives. I'm Mexican in every atom of my being and recognize one of mine feels the same passion for my country regardless of who is father or grandfather. Although I have taste of
other lands, I keep opting for the best of my culture, its diversity of representations, makes my blood grass how Mexico is expressed, it fills me with immense joy to my heart drunk.

Although the situations of some people abusing the powers and authorities of entrenched attitudes that drag us into the mud, medium and conformism efforts, not to recognize the greatness that surrounds us, here we are, ready to celebrate shouting the name of Mexico, to celebrate it as if it were his birthday
. We like the myth of Tezcatlipoca: the smoking mirror, not recognizing her reflection, as if the void stares back at you. But today, as at any party, none of that matters, because that way we are even closer to recognizing what we truly are, to dress identity: symbols unite us today more than ever.

Today is the Bicentennial (though history says that tomorrow strict) but to me it is the feeling of others' days .... " Being Mexican is an everyday thing unless you want to swear by another country. Perhaps this single date, this historical moment in which we live, is a good excuse to also have a night out, to reassess the love for us. Sometimes I think I do not teach future generations to love this country and this could be a good time to start. Take a breath and inflate my chest thinking that maybe my reasons can be read and perhaps encourage a fellow to think about theirs. I am content with that. =)

I'm not a spoilsport, so I will enjoy the feeling, although it is not necessary to show my pride celebration in one sentence: I'm Mexican.

Viva Mexico!

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I think the devil you know what I want and am happy I can not be showing lineage. Tested

oven suffering berrichudo exaggerated, with the broken world. Charly García in situations like mine would say "is just a slump." Today monitor and did not respond to knocks and finally stopped working. All that remains is the tlalocpod me to walk around here, we already had mentioned. Also I miss the physical keyboard and the corrector / predictive text is a double-edged sword, which better be careful to not lean inconsistencies. Only

words are all I have left over. Often meaningless and aimless. Out as a cough and sometimes the mouth is not enough to contain the noise. I just hope the opportunity to change the circumstances. It hurts to see the target as they are now. Now more than ever I want to live with eyes closed, so it's easier.

changing climate goes, I hope not sick, as it is of things I hate most. The plant appears as insomnia, with all complaints included. The morning goes smoothly, the street parties are over, the drunks show up, the guard makes his rounds and truths can not be covered up.

See you in the future.

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RAIN OUT THERE AND ALL THAT BLUES

early morning rains away from home. Sometimes we do not know when it stopped because the water runs off in drops. I wanted to write for no apparent reason, aimlessly, with no final destination.

do not know where destiny takes me, sometimes I feel that I control, just know that I write. Do it to death, until quench the thirst of all, to find meaning to each drop of rain that I hear in the morning and reminds me that I have insomnia. Sometimes I enjoy the simple and sometimes I forget, I want to exploit others and some more back to me to start again.

did not rain all day away from home. Twitter heard by the amazing stories of hail in the City, including several people on Twitter were up photographs that exemplified the amount of water that fell there. Pod a moment I thanked the security of the cave. Surely the city was chaotic soup. They too would be equally surprised. I do not like the rain but I love to see how it happens from a window.

Write me calm. I feel like a boxer who beats up csnsarse costal announcement. I do not know how many times I compare it to boxing, I shadow, I move with agility, every click is a jab, a hook, a straight shot. Elusive my ego and plan the next combo of punches. I watch Rocky II, this movie is me, in many occasions, inspiring. The Italian Stallion fight against everything, even against himself, to succeed. A great story and great character, both always underestimated by the vox populi.

Right now there is no one to talk, rather than oneself. So I come here, like a bar to drink a chela with the friend who will listen (and then give you a good sermon) and to which you can tell everything. Ah! How I need some good drinks and company. I'd like to meet Garibaldi, I've never gone and as I want to go messing around there, to empty all that is required in alcohol and songs.

It appears that fateful announcement of 20% of energy to this gadget. As I finish this post. And I think it is becoming a habit to come here with the tlalocpod to leave a few words around here, when no one is to read, when I have peace enough to drop words like bullets into the soul invisible targets. Indeed, the fate of mammon walks and loves make theirs with my feelings, the bastard.

See you in the future.

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People like the blues but not the writings sad.

If I remember correctly, the blues was born as a natural expression of black American slaves who expressed the pain of life without parole. Later, the pain reflected the inequalities of race to finish in the deepest pain of the human being as loneliness, indifference and lack of opportunities. The music was simple, but with words and music gave the foundation for most modern tunes such as rock, pop, reggae and more. The art was a good outlet for the vexations of life, so that he became somewhat higher.

I think my blues is different. A Throughout these years, only managed to tire the people who felt entitled to tell me how to live my life. Whereas now I'm alone, life had just changed to reach the same lugar.Veo irreversibly so many people, exceptional people with similar tastes, those who learn and share. I would like to be your buddy. Some think me a fool. Others did not know I exist and some others underestimate me.

People would prefer the blues. The people sing, you learn the names of those who play (some became legends). A catalog of berrinchudo me, I always write the same thing, written as if interested my life but for some unknown reason, prompted them to judge me. I had to learn music and put this into a song.

Everybody loves the blues, not to write of sadness. I do not know how Werther was so popular, so read. In fact I do not know why the world is unhappy and why all people lie to say that they have what you want. In fact the world is a place of joy in which I am not invited. All successful people deserve a voice and not that we lose every time. The blues speaks to lose, not to be, surprisingly, to howl at the moon ... And yet achieves greater grace.

To me, that I also love the blues or melancholy ballad tinged with relief serves me, feeds my soul and if I'm not in that sense I can understand and ignore it, but do not despise the tune or the person who plays / composes. I'm sorry to disappoint those who expected something from me and have not yet seen. I'm not here to please. Perhaps the blues I can give you are not here, is a unique genre.

Today I just wanted to take the iPod and write until he felt strong tingling in my hands. I wanted to hear the false click find some peace in the chaos. Forget (if possible) what has me wrong. Between these letters also sought a refuge, a possible and correct response. Satisfy a need known. Seek relief for ailments of the soul. Critíquenme if you will, say that I have no remedy and comparenme with their excellent lives. Others do not look at me with pity. Know that I write with all honesty that I have, without false poses no spectral triumphalism, with doom in his left hand and truth on the right. I wanted to unleash a little of what I still have.

If I were on the computer, they put a good rola "blues" to encourage the night and close this post (say, to get here had a reward to the ear), but I do not know how to do it from here. I appreciate if you came to this part of me.

See you in the future.

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Hey there. I'm posting from the tlalocpod. The more experience became necessary than pleasant, and neither the new nor the old monitor used.

For this reason, I feel the need to leave most of the activities I usually do around here. I will be very little for the messenger (well, almost no one speaks for me there), I'll post a little less and be on Twitter in lapses.

Now I have to raise money not only for the monitor, but to resolve all outstanding in my life. The balance of decomposed objects now joins the microwave. The situation now is not the best to buy a new one, what kind of money on my part would not hurt.

I also should go a little here. It hit a little hard to ego than a girl you like, not interest. It will be good to leave these parts, I so remember her. I need to overcome the past because these despite not give to go ahead, I've had a hard go. Still looking for ways to forgive.

I want to thank those who come to read my blog. There is only personal items of a guy with long hair and short beard, which has a bad habit to discover as it is without considering the consequences. No jokes, great pictures, amazing stories with famous people, poetry, information technology or politics, much less bullying. This is just me and at least that I feel proud, because has allowed me to meet some of you and the blog, I know.

Anyway, I do not know how long it takes this. I look forward to the extent possible, to start the seventh season and close it. I really want things to be different in my life when I return. Meanwhile, as I said, can find me on Twitter, leave a message on Facebook, or comment here. I really hope to solve this in less than a month. I need computed for many things and monitor further.

See you in the future.