viernes, 16 de noviembre de 2012

La historia como biografía

Me ha sorprendido la emisión en la dos de TVE en el espacio semanal “El documental” de “La maleta mexicana”, el documental dirigido por Trisha Ziff que nos cuenta la historia de la maleta con alrededor de 4.500 negativos fotográficos de la Guerra cívil española tomados por  Robert Capa, Gerda Taro y David Seymour


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The smiths
Take me out tonight
Where there's music and there's people
And they're young and alive
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one
Anymore

Take me out tonight
Because I want to see people and I
Want to see life
Driving in your car
Oh, please don't drop me home
Because it's not my home, it's their
Home, and I'm welcome no more

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last
(But then a strange fear gripped me and I
Just couldn't ask)

Take me out tonight
Oh, take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
Driving in your car
I never never want to go home
Because I haven't got one, da ...
Oh, I haven't got one

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine

Oh, There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out
There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out

miércoles, 19 de septiembre de 2012

FUEL FANDANGO


viernes, 14 de septiembre de 2012

viernes!


miércoles, 1 de agosto de 2012

Piano

Ya no era yo quien tocaba: una fuerza llamada música tocaba conmigo, a través de mí, me utilizaba por última vez para expresarse y luego me desecharía como un instrumento inútil y desgastastado.

Letra de Sándor Marai. La hermana
Música de Dustin O' Halloran