Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Witty Wedding Comment
My photographs
is day of week, Thursday to be exact, I'm nervous because I've only seen my interview a couple of times while I saw him working in the Exposition Park and there just for photos through Facebook or even your blog. We stayed at a fixed time and I am certain meters of meeting place: the Plaza San Martín. Seeking a seat not betray that I have in my bag a camera, my tape recorder and other belongings. Carefully pull out my cell and give him a call, he answers and says he is close. My nerves rise as there are many people who do not know where to look, just know that just see a brown skin man with dreads, it will be RAF, this urban artist of 32 years to be interviewing. Finally, we find ourselves and we went, following his "advice" as to interview him in the street with all the noise is not possible, to a large gallery where there are many positions where tattooing. We climbed to the second floor, everything is so dark at times feel some fear but not by him but by others appearing rude or whatever. Suddenly we are in the door of one of the stands, he sits on the floor and I did not know what to do I sit in the same way, so start asking:
"Do
RAF
is day of week, Thursday to be exact, I'm nervous because I've only seen my interview a couple of times while I saw him working in the Exposition Park and there just for photos through Facebook or even your blog. We stayed at a fixed time and I am certain meters of meeting place: the Plaza San Martín. Seeking a seat not betray that I have in my bag a camera, my tape recorder and other belongings. Carefully pull out my cell and give him a call, he answers and says he is close. My nerves rise as there are many people who do not know where to look, just know that just see a brown skin man with dreads, it will be RAF, this urban artist of 32 years to be interviewing. Finally, we find ourselves and we went, following his "advice" as to interview him in the street with all the noise is not possible, to a large gallery where there are many positions where tattooing. We climbed to the second floor, everything is so dark at times feel some fear but not by him but by others appearing rude or whatever. Suddenly we are in the door of one of the stands, he sits on the floor and I did not know what to do I sit in the same way, so start asking: - Explain your work RAF, what is it? RAF
: It is art, art, speech, everything that has to do with art and painting.
- At what age did you discover your passion for drawing? RAF
: At 6 and 17 years with more discretion as it were.
- Are you an artist who learned self-taught or a research center?
RAF: Self-taught but I have some art workshops and free. The rest is on my own merit.
- What is art for you? RAF
: Every time I ask this, but I can not exactly define the word art or is the subject of the concepts I like it because I say please this is art, creation, communication ... which can be something obvious, but I like to settle with that because I believe that when its closure and conceptualize something you're limiting to think, people are saying "this is this oe", "this is black, this is green, it is brown," or is art Is this "and people are quiet and do not think.
- You think it's like living and yet? A lifestyle? RAF
: Yes, a lifestyle, a purpose also, why not?
- Do you consider yourself a bohemian artist?
RAF I do not think ah, like I said I really like the concepts but ... I can tick that, of course I have lived a life of hell, dogs too, but I am a human being, period.
- Do not like typecast? RAF
: Geez actually, if I box I do not notice and if not, I do not "many? So I let people look, observe and draw their own conclusions, but I'm an open window in any case.
- What obstacles in your life you have found about art? RAF
: Several obstacles, from the acceptance itself around me, my family, friends, because you do not is very conventional, being an artist theater is one thing, books, decorative things, even ...
- Did not you support your parents? RAF
: Say yes, but say something like: "oe and you what are you, an engineer, I design, do you?, I'm mechanical and you?, I am a painter" or is like a utopia "Many? As a dreamer, a thing that is nice to see as a postcard, but for someone to do this is almost impossible.
- Do you have freedom to make your wall or find obstacles to achieve them?
RAF: I think I have freedom, even in the same obstacles I think therein lies the excitement of what I do, of violating established rules and turn right? And give a different message to what you had, then when you transgress because there is the adrenaline, the excitement of doing things especially in the street, street art is that basically, is to transgress certain rules and translate.
"But obviously if you have any q organize and request certain permissions ...
RAF: Yes, when you can be organized, well There are things you need to organize, coordinate, and if they showed, but there are things you have to take them and play them right? With all its risks, the adrenaline is important, so I say.
- In what events do you participate? RAF
: There are events that are creeks, exhibitions of tattoos, art, classic, traditional, art galleries and live art.
- In what circles you move? RAF
: Now all that is urban art, all that is street art, independent designs, all that.
"But they also stages (...)
RAF: Sure, I've been to many workshops, but now I'm on the street because I like it, are stages in your life, suddenly one day makes you want to go Calato and if you want one day you can have a strip club. Now, the issue of street magic, I find it all a possibility, but not everything is good street, because now I do I lock a table and ask me or like me, or I have a range of things to do.
- When does art become a business for yourself? RAF
: It's cool look, it becomes a business and an art, I became a painter and I become an artist right? The artist does things and does not care if you are buying or not right?, You do it and if you save it, if you want to view it or break it because that is your own imagination and innate, or teach someone or world hanging on the internet. And you're a painter when you are a worker, when someone tells you to do something, then it becomes art or business.
"Do
done graffiti, chalk art, murals, which have a predilection why? RAF: In all, at that time almost everything, graffiti, chalk, it is actually viable all, I have no predilección. Qué se yo, es mi vida, es depende de lo que estoy pasando, si estoy enamorado me siento feliz hasta cuando hago arte con tiza, es más 
que todo por lo que esté pasando.
que todo por lo que esté pasando. -¿Tu trabajas con tu estado de ánimo, entonces?
RAF: Si bastante, yo soy una radiografía cuando hago las cosas y aunque no lo quieras es así, si tú cantas o si tú haces poemas tu radiografía está ahí.
-¿Tu arte refleja tu estado de ánimo?
RAF: Definitivamente sí, esos tatuajes, esos diseños you see there are commissions, but I see when I can even remember what I was thinking, "Many?
- What is RAF? RAF
: It may be hyperactive.
- you always keep moving? RAF
: Yes! You will not believe, it can seem like a joke, I'm an active, not passive haha.
- Have you ever used drugs? RAF
: Yes, for example I was involved in the wave of tattoo designs, and this good ... much coca liquor, marijuana, tried a bit of pasta, san pedro, ayahuasca yet, but you know what? I have come to a conclusion that I do not know if I understand, but the drug, what you consume, what you inject, what you eat, eat lunch, is only as a reagent, is what you have in your brain or within your capabilities that will flow "Many?, or if I aspire terokal bag perhaps my more crazy ideas and start drawing, it's like coming out crazy, but if a street child does not have much knowledge, culture and if only inspire you to steal ... what have you, then that's it. Nothing more, but I have not been in any eye drug, not recommend for anything or as an experiment, unless you have the volutand to do well may be too weak and hit you, depend on and fall into it.
- Through the years how to make evolved as an artist?
RAF: I do feel an evolution both in practice and spiritually, I am contemplating life in a way I do not know whether philosophical or pragmatic. Now I can understand things, I can understand things that others can not understand. There are dilemmas, but I try to find answers and make them viable.
- All the time you are drawing? RAF
: Yes, I'm talking lol, but not all the time, every day but it sounds like a joke, I have to draw or do something related to what I do, or do a stroke or a sketch but something I have to be doing.
- Do not have a separate business?
RAF: No, not my feeling, I am businessman at all, everything is dedicated to painting 100% everything is where it should be and so everything revolves.
- What are your future plans? RAF
: Travelling abroad, to Europe can be do some things back, but I want to be in comfort, in Ayacucho, to travel with people, and then make my life as it should be, away from the cosmopolitan world.
- Looking to be known mass? RAF
: That happens and that it does not matter, at a time if I care because the process is the human being because you want to excel.
- So when you do a mural, do you look?
RAF: I do it because it's like a mission.
- How a contribution to humanity?
RAF
: (Laughter) I like that phrase, yes, I do not think a picture that you will love your neighbor, when I paint such Christ that people can not agree, disputes, some Catholics and others do not.
- Are you Catholic?
RAF: I am baptized Catholic, but I have no idea who I am.
- Any last words?
RAF: I do not like the last words, total rogue hahaha. Let people do what they do and what you do well, even a criminal, and with the same passion you have to kill someone to do your work and they for all you have to live your day as if it were your last, is a classic of my grandmother and it works, but ... you are scrubbing, I swear. It's nice because it also fills you with energy.
Blogalaxia Tags: interview memoriasdelamanzana the art tricks the urban artist RAF 
Friday, March 25, 2011
Concussion More Condition_symptoms Hearing
The Easter season and
The reason for this post is the question we have made about the season.
We explain how to vary the dates of Easter over the years. We will try to put it simply. The general rule to follow to find the exact date of Easter is the following: the resurrection on Easter Sunday should be the Sunday after the full moon of March 20, ranging between 22 March and 25 April. We are going to add some rules equivalent.
say that Easter Sunday is the first Sunday after the full moon between March 22 and April 25 means the following: is the same as saying that on Good Friday must match with the full moon coinciding as closely as possible with on Friday. On the other hand would also be equivalent to say: Good Friday to coincide with the full moon, being the third full moon full moon of the year.
This also can be summarized in the following rule: taking in the February new moon as reference to the 40 days must coincide with the full moon closest to Friday and this in turn should be between 20 March and 25 April. Then the real carnival are the three days preceding the new moon of February, and consequently from the new moon Lent begins and lasts 40 days up to Easter.
TEMPORA
These things are very old and well known in the Basque Country. We normally have always known how a division of the year into four parts according to the general rule to take three days are Wednesday, Friday and Saturday of week change of season, ie, the week containing the day and 21 taking later than the day on Sunday. That is, these three days should coincide with the week of 21.
We have our views on these subjects.
see that seasons are not governed by the lunar calendar instead of the year the division made by the Catholic Church and referred to the date of Easter we see that this division depends on the lunar period. So it seems to us that on one hand people over the centuries has been a long relationship with the moon and while he has tried to make this chronological division of the year to try to find the relationship between age, season and time.
We have said that the law found appellant. If you allow us to something we think this is really interesting. 
The reason for this post is the question we have made about the season.
We explain how to vary the dates of Easter over the years. We will try to put it simply. The general rule to follow to find the exact date of Easter is the following: the resurrection on Easter Sunday should be the Sunday after the full moon of March 20, ranging between 22 March and 25 April. We are going to add some rules equivalent.
say that Easter Sunday is the first Sunday after the full moon between March 22 and April 25 means the following: is the same as saying that on Good Friday must match with the full moon coinciding as closely as possible with on Friday. On the other hand would also be equivalent to say: Good Friday to coincide with the full moon, being the third full moon full moon of the year.
This also can be summarized in the following rule: taking in the February new moon as reference to the 40 days must coincide with the full moon closest to Friday and this in turn should be between 20 March and 25 April. Then the real carnival are the three days preceding the new moon of February, and consequently from the new moon Lent begins and lasts 40 days up to Easter.
TEMPORA
These things are very old and well known in the Basque Country. We normally have always known how a division of the year into four parts according to the general rule to take three days are Wednesday, Friday and Saturday of week change of season, ie, the week containing the day and 21 taking later than the day on Sunday. That is, these three days should coincide with the week of 21.
We have our views on these subjects.
see that seasons are not governed by the lunar calendar instead of the year the division made by the Catholic Church and referred to the date of Easter we see that this division depends on the lunar period. So it seems to us that on one hand people over the centuries has been a long relationship with the moon and while he has tried to make this chronological division of the year to try to find the relationship between age, season and time.
We have said that the law found appellant. If you allow us to something we think this is really interesting.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Planters Warts More Condition_treatment
LOVE, part 2
... is when you accommodate your clothing.
... is when you kiss the white streak.
... is when you count the most remote spots.
... is when you brush your hair to exit.
... is when I lose myself in your kiss with passion.
... is when I delight in your touch can not be beaten.
... is when I puffed up, cooking for me and candles for me.
... is when I carry that sweet dimension.
... is when we look and we know what we
... is when we unveil and when we have the most sincere talks
... is when we are powerful masters of our fate
... is when we kiss, laugh all, we cry for being so happy and:
... is when we say: I LOVE YOU
... is when you accommodate your clothing.
... is when you kiss the white streak.
... is when you count the most remote spots.
... is when you brush your hair to exit.
... is when I lose myself in your kiss with passion.
... is when I delight in your touch can not be beaten.
... is when I puffed up, cooking for me and candles for me.
... is when I carry that sweet dimension.
... is when we look and we know what we
... is when we unveil and when we have the most sincere talks
... is when we are powerful masters of our fate
... is when we kiss, laugh all, we cry for being so happy and:
... is when we say: I LOVE YOU
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Ontario Licensing Trailer
Pseudo testimony ... My everyday
not remember exactly near the streets and avenues in which I was, just remember it was Wednesday, about 7pm and was in a hurry and determined to get home as soon as I could. Appeased by the dark lighting poles. The mean noise of the busy city dweller daily. People who succeed each other at bus stops and streets around me. Amid all the hoopla I'm waiting for a transport medium direct me home swiftly and safely. I found no setback to wait for the taxi. The motion of long, straight upper extremity to the end and parked the car to assist me. We pose my destiny, gives me a quote and ready. No details get in the vehicle. The route is the usual. I stand in the back, in the middle of the rear seats. Check my belongings in the portfolio. Everything in its place. Observe the panorama. Yawn a bit sideways and see the driver. Meanwhile
home. My grandmother and my uncle would wait quietly. We agreed days before that on Wednesday he would talk about a possible trip. That is why urgent and needed to get home quickly. My grandmother seen the television watching his novel of rigor. My uncle - meanwhile - play with your PSP. All quiet, nothing unusual. Between commercial, my dear grandmother, looking from time to when the clock that hangs on the wall of the dining room - 7:30 pm - is said to herself, it is still early. Regular programming continues its soap opera. But when they looked askance at the driver, noticed a strange sensation as if something were to happen, I was right. At the time of awkward presence that enveloped me, the driver path changed dramatically. Not the usual route by which I get home.
- Excuse me sir but what route you plan to take? - I said in amazement. For here is not the right way. The driver was silent. Stepped with all his strength and hit the accelerator I went back almost by inertia. The nerves took over me. The vehicle made sudden movements, turns, and I kept braking in the middle of this frenzy of uncertainty and dread. Finally stopped. The driver turned to me and said: - Give me all you got - in a stern voice and intimidating. When I looked, I could distinguish a black pistol aimed directly at my nose. It was then that panic gripped me completely. Excessive sweating, stuttering, tears, everything happened suddenly. That moment lasted an eternity. The minutes were endless. Violently took my wallet and completely took over my reflexes. He rummaged among all things. He demanded that the jewels he was carrying me to deliver them without a second thought. It all happened so quickly and yet so timeless fear I felt.
On the other side. My grandmother began to worry. Without appearing, as he watched his novel, was looking askance at the clock and saw that two hours had passed since I last saw them and had not yet arrived. Something inside her, squeezed. A slight concern was felt in his beating. She called my uncle - who was in fourth continuous - and explained his concern. My uncle, he managed to say, in a spirit of calm, my delay due to traffic. But my grandmother knew inside themselves that something was wrong. The question took her all the time. Nervousness. He walked into the kitchen, drank a glass of water. His blood pressure pill and nothing. The feeling was latent. He wandered as if lost in the corridors of the house, from one side to another. This lasted another 2 hours. This time my uncle also was disturbed to the point of calling the cell phone to see if I was okay. But the phone rang and rang and did not find an answer. Something was "wrong" - he thought - how true was that guy. Last
and 11 pm, I remember climbing the stairs and find my grandmother made a nervous wreck and my uncle at his side, with a facial expression of heart, totally mad. Both looked at me from head to toe and found in me a weakness of anthology. But what happened to you? Where were you? Why do not you call? Endless questions. I just remember collapsing on the shoulder of my grandmother. I hugged her as hard as I could. Then he took from my uncle's shoulder and drew him towards me. I told them everything. I approached the taxi, turned out to be a petty robber. Who had no mercy. It took all my belongings: money, jewelry, cards, everything. He took me to a completely desolate. I thought the worst, but thanks to life, not me played for nothing. But he threatened to shoot if arming emitted a cry or a scandal. After several minutes inside the vehicle, put me down. But not before threatening me with the gun and tell me coolly as if performing some strange movement or asking for help to a bloody shoot someone. I managed to walk just walking away as possible from the vehicle. When I heard that the engine came on, went back on my feet and I could distinguish the first vehicle. It was a Toyota tercel black with tinted windows. As he walked away from me, a sigh came out of me. I ran in terror to nowhere. Not even know where I was. I walked and walked until I attended a lady. It gave me shelter in a warehouse. He gave me a glass of water and offered me money to return home. Nervous until my marrow boarded the car, until I was here with you, my family. The feeling I experienced was horrible and unforgettable. I never want to experience that feeling.
not remember exactly near the streets and avenues in which I was, just remember it was Wednesday, about 7pm and was in a hurry and determined to get home as soon as I could. Appeased by the dark lighting poles. The mean noise of the busy city dweller daily. People who succeed each other at bus stops and streets around me. Amid all the hoopla I'm waiting for a transport medium direct me home swiftly and safely. I found no setback to wait for the taxi. The motion of long, straight upper extremity to the end and parked the car to assist me. We pose my destiny, gives me a quote and ready. No details get in the vehicle. The route is the usual. I stand in the back, in the middle of the rear seats. Check my belongings in the portfolio. Everything in its place. Observe the panorama. Yawn a bit sideways and see the driver. Meanwhile home. My grandmother and my uncle would wait quietly. We agreed days before that on Wednesday he would talk about a possible trip. That is why urgent and needed to get home quickly. My grandmother seen the television watching his novel of rigor. My uncle - meanwhile - play with your PSP. All quiet, nothing unusual. Between commercial, my dear grandmother, looking from time to when the clock that hangs on the wall of the dining room - 7:30 pm - is said to herself, it is still early. Regular programming continues its soap opera. But when they looked askance at the driver, noticed a strange sensation as if something were to happen, I was right. At the time of awkward presence that enveloped me, the driver path changed dramatically. Not the usual route by which I get home.
- Excuse me sir but what route you plan to take? - I said in amazement. For here is not the right way. The driver was silent. Stepped with all his strength and hit the accelerator I went back almost by inertia. The nerves took over me. The vehicle made sudden movements, turns, and I kept braking in the middle of this frenzy of uncertainty and dread. Finally stopped. The driver turned to me and said: - Give me all you got - in a stern voice and intimidating. When I looked, I could distinguish a black pistol aimed directly at my nose. It was then that panic gripped me completely. Excessive sweating, stuttering, tears, everything happened suddenly. That moment lasted an eternity. The minutes were endless. Violently took my wallet and completely took over my reflexes. He rummaged among all things. He demanded that the jewels he was carrying me to deliver them without a second thought. It all happened so quickly and yet so timeless fear I felt.
On the other side. My grandmother began to worry. Without appearing, as he watched his novel, was looking askance at the clock and saw that two hours had passed since I last saw them and had not yet arrived. Something inside her, squeezed. A slight concern was felt in his beating. She called my uncle - who was in fourth continuous - and explained his concern. My uncle, he managed to say, in a spirit of calm, my delay due to traffic. But my grandmother knew inside themselves that something was wrong. The question took her all the time. Nervousness. He walked into the kitchen, drank a glass of water. His blood pressure pill and nothing. The feeling was latent. He wandered as if lost in the corridors of the house, from one side to another. This lasted another 2 hours. This time my uncle also was disturbed to the point of calling the cell phone to see if I was okay. But the phone rang and rang and did not find an answer. Something was "wrong" - he thought - how true was that guy. Last
and 11 pm, I remember climbing the stairs and find my grandmother made a nervous wreck and my uncle at his side, with a facial expression of heart, totally mad. Both looked at me from head to toe and found in me a weakness of anthology. But what happened to you? Where were you? Why do not you call? Endless questions. I just remember collapsing on the shoulder of my grandmother. I hugged her as hard as I could. Then he took from my uncle's shoulder and drew him towards me. I told them everything. I approached the taxi, turned out to be a petty robber. Who had no mercy. It took all my belongings: money, jewelry, cards, everything. He took me to a completely desolate. I thought the worst, but thanks to life, not me played for nothing. But he threatened to shoot if arming emitted a cry or a scandal. After several minutes inside the vehicle, put me down. But not before threatening me with the gun and tell me coolly as if performing some strange movement or asking for help to a bloody shoot someone. I managed to walk just walking away as possible from the vehicle. When I heard that the engine came on, went back on my feet and I could distinguish the first vehicle. It was a Toyota tercel black with tinted windows. As he walked away from me, a sigh came out of me. I ran in terror to nowhere. Not even know where I was. I walked and walked until I attended a lady. It gave me shelter in a warehouse. He gave me a glass of water and offered me money to return home. Nervous until my marrow boarded the car, until I was here with you, my family. The feeling I experienced was horrible and unforgettable. I never want to experience that feeling.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Fish Sticks Episode South Park Quotes
: Nightwish and Tarja Turunen
I will not deny that at first I hesitated to listen, not knowing what to expect, but I did not care, so I told the lady who wanted to hear the album, the first song was the majestic sound Wishmaster, so powerful, so Finnish, such as Tuomas and Tarja ... the second was SHE IS MY SIN, I was amazed, all I said was: "I'll take it, bring me more albums of this band please" I paid quickly and I came home to hear the new album, I was so delighted with I followed this event and listening to satiety, it crushed every tune, part by part, voice, drums, everything ... I became addicted. Unfortunately I must admit that the school did not have all the time in the world to devote to them, so I stopped listening to them for several weeks. After that album, I had the disc ONCE ANGELS FALL FIRST, Wishmaster, Oceanborn, Century Child, including DVDs concerts, documentaries and more. 
(Picture that appeared in the Journal of NW and still have)
After learning I could organize myself completely devote myself to them, had found the balance, there were many weeks that I heard nonstop from early morning until late at night to go to sleep, in addition to viewing DVDs, watching every detail of each of the members. My fanaticism grew more and more, pay much attention to the backstage and documentary among other things. Until one day around here, I read a long letter certainly struck me (although many sounds ridiculous, but I do not care) is that Tuomas, Jukka, Marco and Emppu had drawn the group Tarja Turunen ... "Differences" cultural (Marcelo, Tarja husband present), music, future projects and various other reasons, the letter went around the world, Tarja was devastated, it was all a mere winterstorm , then I just had to my virtual power that information I decided to print it and bring it home and it was. I kept reading because I could not believe it, I had many questions about the future of Tarja and Nightwish, I had no idea. However, my fanaticism for both latent continued until today and always will be, because those who share this ... "Feel" the need to understand very well.
drifted, stubborn me ... thinking they could get together (even I have the ... "hope" if you can call it, that meet in the future), were early 2007, I think, and began to haunt a rumor about a new singer, did not know if it was to be Finnish or other European country, the fact is we all knew that the album would be a boom and proved that. DARK PASSION PLAY was the next album NW (Nightwish ) on my long list. 
was 2004 or 2005 when I discovered them. I was in school watching the daily cuts (since we had an individual or group work with) and saw a note written: "NIGHTWISH denies a split in the future," but most know how it went.
The fact is ... I was very shocked: 1st by the imposing image of the 5 characters, composition, colors, faces, all telling me something ... the truth does not know what I looked towards them and 2nd the content of what was printed on that paper had been recorded I was determined to hear from them little by little, but my short term memory is what spoils the plan (as expected). Anyway, fate brought us together one evening (or was at noon, I think) I went to the post of CDs where I attended a lady, who always brought new music, symphonic metal bands and a variety of branches of the metal. While looking for something that interested me I saw the cover of an album very different from what was used ... was a kind of Don Quixote, in an almost deserted as I rode beside him and (strangely) had a swan on that image was printed: "NIGHTWISH, THE BEST OF" album was a compilation of his best songs through the years .
The fact is ... I was very shocked: 1st by the imposing image of the 5 characters, composition, colors, faces, all telling me something ... the truth does not know what I looked towards them and 2nd the content of what was printed on that paper had been recorded I was determined to hear from them little by little, but my short term memory is what spoils the plan (as expected). Anyway, fate brought us together one evening (or was at noon, I think) I went to the post of CDs where I attended a lady, who always brought new music, symphonic metal bands and a variety of branches of the metal. While looking for something that interested me I saw the cover of an album very different from what was used ... was a kind of Don Quixote, in an almost deserted as I rode beside him and (strangely) had a swan on that image was printed: "NIGHTWISH, THE BEST OF" album was a compilation of his best songs through the years .
I will not deny that at first I hesitated to listen, not knowing what to expect, but I did not care, so I told the lady who wanted to hear the album, the first song was the majestic sound Wishmaster, so powerful, so Finnish, such as Tuomas and Tarja ... the second was SHE IS MY SIN, I was amazed, all I said was: "I'll take it, bring me more albums of this band please" I paid quickly and I came home to hear the new album, I was so delighted with I followed this event and listening to satiety, it crushed every tune, part by part, voice, drums, everything ... I became addicted. Unfortunately I must admit that the school did not have all the time in the world to devote to them, so I stopped listening to them for several weeks. After that album, I had the disc ONCE ANGELS FALL FIRST, Wishmaster, Oceanborn, Century Child, including DVDs concerts, documentaries and more.
(Picture that appeared in the Journal of NW and still have) After learning I could organize myself completely devote myself to them, had found the balance, there were many weeks that I heard nonstop from early morning until late at night to go to sleep, in addition to viewing DVDs, watching every detail of each of the members. My fanaticism grew more and more, pay much attention to the backstage and documentary among other things. Until one day around here, I read a long letter certainly struck me (although many sounds ridiculous, but I do not care) is that Tuomas, Jukka, Marco and Emppu had drawn the group Tarja Turunen ... "Differences" cultural (Marcelo, Tarja husband present), music, future projects and various other reasons, the letter went around the world, Tarja was devastated, it was all a mere winterstorm , then I just had to my virtual power that information I decided to print it and bring it home and it was. I kept reading because I could not believe it, I had many questions about the future of Tarja and Nightwish, I had no idea. However, my fanaticism for both latent continued until today and always will be, because those who share this ... "Feel" the need to understand very well.
drifted, stubborn me ... thinking they could get together (even I have the ... "hope" if you can call it, that meet in the future), were early 2007, I think, and began to haunt a rumor about a new singer, did not know if it was to be Finnish or other European country, the fact is we all knew that the album would be a boom and proved that. DARK PASSION PLAY was the next album NW (Nightwish ) on my long list.
The new singer was and is from Sweden, we all know is Anette Olzon, the mother of two children and a pseudo soprano, the truth only after 4 years I am taking appreciation and just because occasionally read his personal blog. Well, I must say the quality concerts NW still great, but the vocal quality of Olzon spoiled some magical songs like: Slaying the dreamer, nemo, ever dream and more, I'm right RIGHT? The good news is that Tarja, Tarja Turunen my dear is not stalled, however found this evil force and launched a hard time after DPP ( Dark Passion Play) you removed NW, called: MY WINTER STORM was a success, she went on tour, included a cover of Alice Cooper, or whatever ... What more, no? unfortunate thing was that did not make even a concert in Peru. But ... I can only smile in this part.
last month - February - was published in the official NW in between this year and 2012 will release their new album called Imaginarium and a film of the same name. I know it will be very interesting all this, I'm sure and I can not wait. As late 2010 Tarja took a last album is called: WHAT LIES BENEATH and certainly I think it's: THE DISCO! because you can appreciate the excellent vocal range Turunen, details of ex-Apocalyptica cello and more. He made some records in Europe and can say that ... "Made" indeed it is. Best of all was and is ... in late December or November of last year (can not remember) I saw something on Facebook that made me mourn, cry, etc.. of emotion ... Tarja Turunen give a concert in Lima at the Teatro de la UNI, I could not believe it, I wait day and night for almost two and half weeks. Until at last in those days I could buy my ticket, I was and am so happy, it's been several months ... weeks and now, there are only five days for the concert, this is March 19 at 8pm in the Teatro de la UNI, "I said, not it, does not tire me repeat, I'm too excited to see the heart outside Nightwish ... because Tuomas Holopainen is the brain, just know that I will cry Wishmaster like crazy when you hear live, remember that day when I first heard, what memories! What nostalgia! I can only say that ... Nightwish and Tarja Turunen, will be one of the most wonderful musical feelings that I felt in my life are the best.
Pd. Now if Paresce a little girl of 5 who pushed many chocolates and gummy candies Loop from China:)
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Sunday, March 13, 2011
Christian Retirement Songs
"interview" Kurt Cobain ... Composition
Kurt's been 16 years since that time when your body lay in the room above your garage, remember? Wow, was so long ago and yet the image still lingers in my mind, I hope you can discern me the reason for that decision, do you know the impact you left? If you only knew that until today, not verified by the fact that you pulled the trigger that April 4, 1994, as there were no fingerprints on the gun or that pen - they say you used to write the suicide note - it also lacks evidence. Maybe I can throw the hypothesis that heroin was not it? But hey, let's put aside my assumptions unimportant and tell me what happened to your death.
"Well, I do not remember anything. The feeling that haunts me to this point, it was just a moment ago when I stopped beating in this world to expand in the other, but I think the phrase that left embodied in that piece of paper is as true for me, "It 's Better to burn out Than to fade away "(" it's better to burn out than to fade away. ") I felt many times - while rambling in the death - which many people remind me, in dreams, in quarrels, in concerts, religious prayers, in many places, but the irony is that I never was for them, I could not. But wait, my daughter, Frances? What has become of her? Must be huge! I went for so now I can not recognize it, go mess. Courtney? Is she alive? So many questions, so few answers. "
retains the memory of loved ones but very latent Kurt, you remember Dave, Krist, Chad, Dale, Dave, Aaron, Dan, Jason? "Nirvana? That movement, the grunge you put on the map of the hand of that side to which belonged, went out completely with your early departure. When dating a part of the Neil Young song "Hey, Hey, My, My" in your final letter, what is really what you wanted? Was so hard to get along with recognition and joy of being an icon for many? Or is what you demanded too much in that time? I watch and find that little has changed, however, have you really changed even a little?
"Fame is my dodge. My start - I do not recommend anyone to follow - was the simplest and it occurred to me in a moment of my life, in which the emotional situation, got the better of common sense. Of course I remember Nirvana, hell, if from the moment the ride started moving, I wanted to download instantly. I'm an adrenaline junkie, but that was too much even for me. I have a splendid and warm place in my heart for the members of Nirvana. We spent an intense moment, Dave and Krist should be having the best right? ".
Funny, but I remember in an interview with Dave Grohl, in the late nineties, when asked about you, said you were having the best with the dead. So many ties, so many stories you join this band so emblematic, so many fans continues today and that young people keen knowledge of music, discovered in your strumming, your screams, your cries. Imagine everything around yourself. You are a myth. A legend. Those who saw you in concert, cry for your absence and who had no such to see, imagine and transported to the time of what might have been. I wonder ... Hey! Where you going? I have not finished. Kurt returns.
"Sorry my friend, but I must return to where I belong. I know you have plenty of questions you want to remove me, but has been sufficient. No need to fade away again to feel alive. Your stories have already done enough. So long. "
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Kurt's been 16 years since that time when your body lay in the room above your garage, remember? Wow, was so long ago and yet the image still lingers in my mind, I hope you can discern me the reason for that decision, do you know the impact you left? If you only knew that until today, not verified by the fact that you pulled the trigger that April 4, 1994, as there were no fingerprints on the gun or that pen - they say you used to write the suicide note - it also lacks evidence. Maybe I can throw the hypothesis that heroin was not it? But hey, let's put aside my assumptions unimportant and tell me what happened to your death.
"Well, I do not remember anything. The feeling that haunts me to this point, it was just a moment ago when I stopped beating in this world to expand in the other, but I think the phrase that left embodied in that piece of paper is as true for me, "It 's Better to burn out Than to fade away "(" it's better to burn out than to fade away. ") I felt many times - while rambling in the death - which many people remind me, in dreams, in quarrels, in concerts, religious prayers, in many places, but the irony is that I never was for them, I could not. But wait, my daughter, Frances? What has become of her? Must be huge! I went for so now I can not recognize it, go mess. Courtney? Is she alive? So many questions, so few answers. "retains the memory of loved ones but very latent Kurt, you remember Dave, Krist, Chad, Dale, Dave, Aaron, Dan, Jason? "Nirvana? That movement, the grunge you put on the map of the hand of that side to which belonged, went out completely with your early departure. When dating a part of the Neil Young song "Hey, Hey, My, My" in your final letter, what is really what you wanted? Was so hard to get along with recognition and joy of being an icon for many? Or is what you demanded too much in that time? I watch and find that little has changed, however, have you really changed even a little?
"Fame is my dodge. My start - I do not recommend anyone to follow - was the simplest and it occurred to me in a moment of my life, in which the emotional situation, got the better of common sense. Of course I remember Nirvana, hell, if from the moment the ride started moving, I wanted to download instantly. I'm an adrenaline junkie, but that was too much even for me. I have a splendid and warm place in my heart for the members of Nirvana. We spent an intense moment, Dave and Krist should be having the best right? ".
Funny, but I remember in an interview with Dave Grohl, in the late nineties, when asked about you, said you were having the best with the dead. So many ties, so many stories you join this band so emblematic, so many fans continues today and that young people keen knowledge of music, discovered in your strumming, your screams, your cries. Imagine everything around yourself. You are a myth. A legend. Those who saw you in concert, cry for your absence and who had no such to see, imagine and transported to the time of what might have been. I wonder ... Hey! Where you going? I have not finished. Kurt returns.
"Sorry my friend, but I must return to where I belong. I know you have plenty of questions you want to remove me, but has been sufficient. No need to fade away again to feel alive. Your stories have already done enough. So long. "
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Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Beautiful Agony Stock
"I love the streets of Lima" GREY
Lima" The Grey ", a phrase so overused but in this Once I dare to write because now I realize what it really is. I do hosted for 19 years, under a gray sky, like the belly of a rat, no matter if it indicates that it is summer, autumn or spring, because in the end always will wear well. Many times have you heard criticism of others and myself, I know there should be, but, on the contrary, criticism should be for those people without culture who can not look the same, our "home." I hope to learn much from you and vice versa, do not hesitate to take long walks next to him, because every time there is, I feel more than free, I feel I'm on my way to know deeply through every step I take, because it is as if we were a single and more.
And that it should be, because now I realize in many situations, like when I walked for hours with this group of photographers walking your streets, capturing images together in a professional way and that way you know everything through the lens Leicca. As you so brilliant night and the lights of the Plaza Francia, with your colorful walls Quilca with the beautiful Gothic structure near San Jose Church, with the beautiful Bosque El Olivar, with the Champ de Mars where I grew up or that naive girl that AA. HH. Wetlands adjacent to the window, where I met your extreme side poverty and poor health, but nevertheless photographed for posterity every detail and every moment and thus the rest observe how you are, not just in your way, but in your background, especially. You
Lima, belly of a donkey or rat, you know my thoughts, my sighs, hallucinations and delirious moments of psychological adventure, with just give thousands and millions of steps on you. There is no need to talk, you know very well, but just enough to look at you because I will be a few words but of many looks, and in any case ... I'd rather write.
Blogalaxia Tags: memoriasdelamanzana composition love the Lima Street gray 
Lima" The Grey ", a phrase so overused but in this Once I dare to write because now I realize what it really is. I do hosted for 19 years, under a gray sky, like the belly of a rat, no matter if it indicates that it is summer, autumn or spring, because in the end always will wear well. Many times have you heard criticism of others and myself, I know there should be, but, on the contrary, criticism should be for those people without culture who can not look the same, our "home." I hope to learn much from you and vice versa, do not hesitate to take long walks next to him, because every time there is, I feel more than free, I feel I'm on my way to know deeply through every step I take, because it is as if we were a single and more. And that it should be, because now I realize in many situations, like when I walked for hours with this group of photographers walking your streets, capturing images together in a professional way and that way you know everything through the lens Leicca. As you so brilliant night and the lights of the Plaza Francia, with your colorful walls Quilca with the beautiful Gothic structure near San Jose Church, with the beautiful Bosque El Olivar, with the Champ de Mars where I grew up or that naive girl that AA. HH. Wetlands adjacent to the window, where I met your extreme side poverty and poor health, but nevertheless photographed for posterity every detail and every moment and thus the rest observe how you are, not just in your way, but in your background, especially. You
Lima, belly of a donkey or rat, you know my thoughts, my sighs, hallucinations and delirious moments of psychological adventure, with just give thousands and millions of steps on you. There is no need to talk, you know very well, but just enough to look at you because I will be a few words but of many looks, and in any case ... I'd rather write.
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Promotional Video: TARJA TURUNEN in Lima, Peru
I had not posted something, well, this is a good time to do, especially to share with you a promotional video I edited for the next concert by Tarja Turunen in Lima, Peru this coming March 19. It is true that I did with the movie maker program , well, if I had the adobe premier or a better program, I would have delighted, at least I think it was decent lol:)
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