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The Zaragoza Fuentes
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stop Bizi: 36
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
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Friday, February 18, 2011
What Can U Eatmeatloaf With Rice
cost me just get into the literature here, I admit. There was so much to read and did not know where to start, and also, why not say so, some language difficulties. It seems incredible, but even though we speak the same language, words, expressions and tone are not the same. Learn more preferred the little country, imbibe its culture and history, before embarking on the adventure of reading some of the contemporary Nicaraguan literature. No talk of Ruben Dario, who forced me to read on the subject of literature when I was in college, and it took a bit of mania and to all those authors who forced us to read. My contact with books was limited to books I had brought from Spain, some books on Nicaraguan history and biography of Sandino that someone gave me when I worked doing community diagnosis. It was when I finished that job, and to celebrate with colleagues, a secret friend who gave me the cover and therefore ceased to be secret, gave me a book whose title reminds me of a poem by Rubén Darío I knew well. And I say that I well knew, because when I was little, at school and school play made us recite the poem "A Margarita Debayle. At that time I did not know that the poem was Rubén Darius, nor I would live in Nicaragua, but I had no choice but to learn it because I was on this note. Then, on occasion, I have recited under the influence of alcohol, or to impress another Margarita, with whom I married and why I am here in Nicaragua. "That's Ruben Dario, a Nicaraguan poet," he said. "If you say ..." I replied.
Before I get to comment on the book, which incidentally, I said how is called, talk about its author. Sergio Ramirez Mercado, whom you know for his articles in El Pais and other popular newspapers was Vice President of Nicaragua back in the 80 during the revolution, he left the FSLN in 96 and founded the Sandinista Renovation Movement. It has been withdrawing from politics and is a famous writer with several awards to their backs.
The book, titled as the first line of the poem above, "Margarita, the sea is beautiful" and tells two stories that are intertwined but occur in two different periods of the twentieth century in the city of León. One, in 1907, where Rubén Darío returned to his native country for a tribute celebration, and the other in 1956, the year of death of the dictator Anastasio Somoza García at the hands of the poet Rigoberto López Pérez, which was part of a small conspiracy. The two stories, which speaks of returning to Nicaragua's "Prince of English literature" and his subsequent death from cirrhosis, and which recounts the conspiracy that led to the assassination of Somoza are presented Alternatively, either from the perspective of the characters, Captain Augustine Prio who will be one of the conspirators, or from the notes on the history of Darius written by Rigoberto López Pérez, who will eventually be the executioner of the general.
He leads us in a language precious in the best tradition modernist poet himself Félix Rubén García Sarmiento, by interlacing Nicaragua's history and past remote past, perhaps a little more recent, from the poem written on a range of a child, as a central city of Leon and the background political corruption, the U.S. intervention and violence of the Somoza dictatorship.
In my opinion, the book is difficult to understand if you're not used to speaking in Nicaragua, however, little by little one goes engaging characters and a plot reminiscent of the best Latin American novels. Without doubt, this book is a good way to approach contemporary literature Nicaraguan and an invitation to read more about this author.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Mammal Vs Reptile Respiration
my shadow I see.
(Miguel Hernández)
The Mediterranean lilac colored palm tree. Supplier of colors against the winds of lemon yellow. Life goes full sail between frames of a dale to dale flowers, red flowers, black flowers, flowers an almond and winter skull of a friend who dies. Wartime
agitated life that gives life and causes death. Hands up on skulls, bones and a cardboard horse. A baby in the arms of a nun war drink milk while General Francisco Franco, with mustache film encourages soldiers hoe trench and four lines of love. In the dark cave
spilled blood and eclipses the light sand technicolor, which blurs the cold ground, which removes black stones, which tears dark roots, opaque glass blowing, hitting the child of the hammer, meat cemetery and the Flood that never comes. Hiking
whitest white on a dream of freedom. My eyes and my hands and life as a dance of hearts and foam, cotton and lilies. Even I have a life, look and the shrine if they kill me die. Red man on the moon and frost three onions, onions hungry, sad onions.
I diluted in the pregnant belly of your body, forging a fertile ground where the rising sun and your mouth, buried under the stars, I dream of spring brings seagulls red bars return to my land for not returning to the sea. When one is dead everything is vague, the essence of language.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Why Does Music Suck These Days?
I sat in the Forum Fnac de Zaragoza concerned about the football situation sentimental center of the English team. Piqué twiteros courtship lives with the singer Shakira. Glamour cañí the bullfighter and the popular singer transplanted to the twenty-first century was in serious danger because tonight was facing World Cup glory against the Red Colombia combined. "The intensity of Pique in the game would be the usual, or would be diminished because his girlfriend is a native of Barranquilla, the Golden Gate of the Colombian Caribbean? These walking my thoughts just before the start of the presentation of "Families like mine," a novel by Francisco Ferrer Lerin . The literary event was also the author's claim that I discovered recently (a revelation that you can read here ), the presence of Túa Blesa, Professor of Literary Theory and Comparative Literature at the University of Zaragoza, and Antón Castro, writer and journalist. A trio of first division was revealed before my eyes like football alignment. The fault, no doubt, was the shirt and tie, Mr. Blessing. The red of those items was the symbol of the National Football Team and the three writers the reincarnation of Iniesta, Xavi and Busquets. Túa
Blesa Xavi took the baton and handed game. He showed his ability to dribble sparkling short: The ugly behaviors that back covers writers, poets everyday experience and critics too confuse metaphor with synecdoche. But it also showed the long pass play smart, deep and vertical. The accurate expression of the scientist who seeks examples of those who support the literature has two important aspects that are determined by the importance of what to write, compared to the lightness of which only comes to be read. Lerin belong to that breed of writers who write on the essential, against the current and faced charges that may help you famous but thin literature. A writer who uses her autobiographical fabrications to show "moral poverty" of the years in which circulates the novel.
Antón Castro, tireless in the verb, stole all the balls Busquets style. Speech by incessant waves coming but it never goes back and, when it seems to be out, comes back again. Bursts of thought that occur throughout the duration of the game and if there is extension better. Castro was in constant contact with the ball, he looked in his boundless mind all the points of contact with the text and processed information in real time. With artistic intention fumbled and opened spaces for that listeners were picked up his feelings that had the cheerfulness and energy of those who enjoy the game. So stressed happiness, light and sex in the book.
Lerin, very quiet so far, put on Iniesta. The man slowly disappearing as the rest of the team soba leather and takes him to and fro the field. Until the ball reached his feet, controlled with his left foot and played with his right hand to make a croquette. Speed \u200b\u200bcame out and corrected the look that the presenters had poured over the book. He did it with finesse and elegant stately calm of someone who makes you doubt about the nature of his speech. "Irony or sincerity when he said that in his book or are not detected by Blesa misery or happiness he found Castro? What better claim to the reader to emphasize this contradiction? Lerin
told the tortuous path that preceded the publication of this book and all you had to rectify that saw the light. Editorial marred the final layout of the text because it has eliminated the blanks that the author designed with the intent to create a narrative tension very similar to the search when writing poetry.
Francisco Ferrer confessed to him that writing is an act of extreme simplicity, almost mechanical exercise, that facility when faced with the task of the writer was one of the reasons that led him away from his generation, so worried about a glorious destiny in English letters. However, he also confessed that, after paying attention to stylistic advice that made his wife, included in the book some passages where the sexual charge was the substance of the text fragments that wrote stuffed in the jeans market that barely containing the erection produced by his own words. The unease spread beyond the area of \u200b\u200bthe fly, resulted in low back pain and eventually lead to the impotence of the author.
Lerin's bravery and dedication to the cause literary impressed me. Then I remembered Piqué again, would the middle of the selection so brave with his profession had been Lerín with it? Of surreptitiously took a portable radio I always carry with me and plugged my ears to your headphones. The speaker was enraged. Four minutes from the first part. Pablo Armero penetrated with speed towards the English area. Piqué was to fill the gap in the race who cut diagonally to the career of a powerful Colombian striker Tackling entry that left no doubt about your delivery.
is gratifying to think how in this country there are still players and writers who have the pride of fulfilling their job.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Breville Bread Maker Bb300 Recipe
Last Friday I took a Municipal Bizi the stop 36, which is next door. Pedaled along the shore facing the north wind giving Rasmia losing the arrival of the night. Halfway to go anywhere I changed plans and returned on my tracks. Municipal Bizi I left at the stop 36, which is next door, and entered the bookshop The Little Theater of Luis Borrás Books where he presented his first book entitled "Change of plans." The cycling odyssey was only an excuse, the pleasure of realizing that Juan Luis Saldaña said that my comings and goings on board two wheels city as a prelude to these chronic curves of the cornea. A large group of spectators were now running riot with the large round table that serves as a stage for presentations and other literary soirees. The projector threw the image of Juan Luis Saldaña on the wall. The journalist, who had in his hands a book bound in black, gave a message of apology. An unexpected snowfall had left the other side of Monrepós. It was impossible to get to the library but was prepared via SMS message with the video image, to exercise a presenter. Then came a guy on the screen Saldana approached and reminded him that the book in his hands was not that of Luis Borrás. Copies in a poke was nothing exemplary and Juan Luis Saldaña, with "Change of plans" in their hands, fits perfectly the skid and came so high that, as in The Purple Rose of Cairo Woody Allen, left the projection and presented the mortal flesh on stage. The applause of those present were abundant and widespread and I, Mia Farrow-style, I fell in love appeared. Juan Luis Saldaña
beat out a dizzying exhibition anarchic discourse. Mixed experiences, literary reflections on the book and thus navajera jump on all the puddles to laugh and to achieve accurate center of the target. The sharp verbal moved to the present to the land of naughty phrases cooking vinegar diluted in sugar, always close to the edge of being brilliant and provocative. You can feel at ease and shows the brilliance of a genius cemented fast avalanche of words.
Saldana recalled a radio interview with Fofito as protagonist and was impressed that the clown dressed as a clown to talk on the airwaves. The heroic act of being a character around the clock. One advantage of being a writer, he said, is the ability it gives you the literature to move in your own self and become a murderer, a Galician or the most despicable kind. The magic of going beyond reality and escape from this world.
confessed his weakness for a story that distilled his fondness towards the father figure, and that invisible line that defines the parent-child relations: The immense hatred and love of youth is balanced by maturity. Luis Borrás
stressed that it was far from being an aggressive but their characters killed, a situation to ask how far the fiction in "Change of plans," a book very much according to the Book The Little Theater of the Books that have managed to transform a warehouse for car sales in a magical place. A bookstore cojonuda. "
Saldana recalled his work step the Barrio de Las Fuentes and as a bank branch fiction emerged as a natural extension of a real neighborhood, an area in which the literature was walking through the streets, canals and reality of life in first person, as stories of "Change of plans, evocative literature that ran wisely dielectric space separating the reality of the legend, the place where the imagination took possession of the stories.
A book of short stories with many slain, because the binomial death - fantasy always was, he said, a sure value in literature. It was then that the author of "End of stock" as he told us was wrong to temptation killing one of the protagonists of one of his stories. The salvation of the character calmed his conscience but caused the death of the text that sleeps the sleep of the just at the bottom of a drawer. This experience would demonstrate that narrative issues, imagination, must prevail to its ultimate consequences.
Saldaña said, final corollary, that the greatest virtue of "Change of plans" was his honesty and Luis Borras told the need to leave a little style so that you take his hand and takes you from the beginning to end of story, and invited him to engage with other higher-risk roads narrative. Luis Borrás took
words and appreciated the assistance to their friends, the support of the editor, the breath of the bloggers, the company of photographers and just about everything to his wife, removed hours sleep and even those who were there and nothing knew him. He confessed that after a talk with Saldivar was dedicated to counting the number of deaths that appeared in the book and concluded that it was not so bad because, in addition to present it in different ways, death is the most radical change of plan. He continued
the stud Saldaña presentation and admitted that one of the stories came about through a book of photographs of Catalá Roca in Barcelona showing the fifties and its inhabitants. The territory which transited its parent, and if life had not provided a very smooth with it, maybe these pictures would be the path to better communication. Luis Borrás
was happy with the six short stories in the book. Condensed texts to get a story that can be counted in less than a minute, a stylistic challenge blogger determined by the nature of these stories were born, like the rest, with the intention to move, to provoke some kind of feeling in the reader more beyond the actual enjoyment of reading. That's why I like traveling Luis Borrás territories border by walking where the wounds of hatred and the joys of love. The path of dreams laid out in the air and always change. The folds sad life for happiness, so easy to show, is much less narrative. Written in first person by a question as practical as easy to tell things from the author's own view, without this autobiography is the mother of the lamb and, as emphasized by a couple of readers present at the event, with touches a fine and intelligent humor.
Juan Luis Saldaña took the floor again and showed us one of the tricks used by journalists, without reading the pages of a book, a successful exit interview an author on a promotional tour.
The key is the first question will always be How did this book? In answer to this question is to find the subject of the following question and continue with the mechanics to complete the set time between commercial breaks. Saldana said the system works if you always run the risk of colliding with a vicious author I answered something like: This book came after me several times with your mother. Then the magazine journalist, the profession of risk, is lost.