companies often charge me the owner of this blog: take over the next 5 postings without thematic restrictions or any kind that undoubtedly doubles pressure at the time of writing.
Let us begin with the presentations beginning and rigor. I Natxus, I see my own blog where I built ranches and receipts cascotazos today because of problems with the union construction work has stopped, but that is not closed for demolition or less. And just this blogger world gave me the chance to meet to share stories with bel!, Whom we may separate the age but we share a passion for the lice and devotion to go hugging (although most are not virtual).
Well, without wishing to emulate his friend Figo and his brilliant portraits of rock, the issue that arises for this first post "On demand" is related with the music inevitably, not only by a sense of continuity that is not so abrupt the change but the art of combining sounds is very present in my life and always write time round.
The point is to listen to the song "Good morning Palomar Los Piojos in my mind inevitably produces a translation in space and time to the Banfield of my childhood and adolescence.
thistles that had not burned in summer by the armed popcorn in the pasture no longer exists on the corner of Estrada and Rodriguez Peña, but the grass in the far corner of the improvised court were sufficiently high so that the image is quite similar. In adolescence, the stage moved to a corner adjacent to the Banfield clinic no longer exists as a field assistant who was the village of Sandro's house when he had no beds and their "girls" no loitering with Chronicle TV cameras.
And Coco and Chevrolet were in the same block from my house. Only the goat was a Mercedes Benz truck the 40's, all battered every day my neighbor was working on it for 10 years transformed into something more or less worthy of collection (at that time was not the "vintage") and only when moved left neighborhood see it parked on the sidewalk.
And the school is not lit candles in the background, but sticking the branches of mulberry methodically neighbor was mugged for a snack when the berries ripened fruit.
and bicycling - from corner to corner first, turning later to the block bound by the old finish off down the street directly, and first loves, and the fascination with ocher leaves bananas in the street who made a noisy Acevedo mattress which was a pleasure to walk, and pruning branches of the annual autumn fires that turned into a corner tired of wanting to make bows and arrows that never worked ...
Finally, different scenarios for the same period in which there were so many different experiences and landscapes in the Greater Buenos Aires and at transit and at 40 a virtuoso like universalisation Ciro and moving the fiber to the utmost.
remain plenty of memories and images that could tip the paper. But it would be an abuse of the generosity of Bel! and patience of you reading Luckily there are blogs to have an excuse to keep writing.
Ah! Neither had Banfield Palomar or internet in those days, but how busy we were and how happy we were ...
YAPA: Live videíto lousy theme concerned that in many rituals used for final farewell with banners reading. Enjoy.
