Teeth Clear On Bottom

There is a desire to ask if a train passes

This I sang and I sang in my head countless times this week. And it is a simple phrase, very simple, but full of sentimineto and meaning. It's a lovely little phrase. And no matter what the desire that you can get when it does, deep down I conmuve.

From time to sing at a time when my head was the subject of trains. And in this country do not exist. And although this may be a repetitive theme in me, this time I did not think the economic impact, or the difficult geography, or what may be an efficient railway system for transporting cargo or in reducing emissions, or in the comfort or all the things I have to say that rock trains in all.

No, this time I thought of the cultural amputation involving not have trains. Because metaphors are a formidable machine. Or a metaphor for life itself and its changes. Try to explain a little more.

trains have a particularity: they are quite specific. This is not due to simple respect for the passenger, but as two trains in opposite directions must share a single pair of rails as a train can not be sidelined to make way for another, punctuality became a requirement in order to coordinate cmabios-rail stations or on the sites chosen. If a train is delayed, it could delay the whole system much. This is no longer a problem in some developed countries, where several pairs of rails for a single route. Anyway, punctuality is respected. All this to say that if you got time, you caught the train, but if not, you lost. Nobody will expect.

And here there is a commonplace of literature, music and movies ... missed a train. Because they take is actually what you expect. Or what you believe will happen. But if you lose, it's like one of those blows of life. Things that happen and that it can not do anything about it. Must wait the time pass and wait to ride another chance to get on a different train. Hell, like life itself. And is that losing a train would lose by the minute. You can even see him go on the run with luggage at the station. Because the train waits for no man, nor by anyone. Has your schedule and can not be changed. And as much as a cry and pray, things are as they are.

But as in life itself, lose or mounted on a train may be the best or worst thing that can happen. A meeting with someone in a season in which you are trapped can change your life forever. Or avoid an encounter with someone who sat on the train. Per is not always so. There is also lonely nights sleeping in an uncomfortable bench in season. It's like all a lottery.

Hhay moments all we want and need is getting on the train that will take us elsewhere, to other ports healthier for us. At sites where the air know than to not try more of it. But if we believe in things larger than ourselves, that we will need to know when we should go, and lose a train can make us breathe the air of this type that we need to continue breathing.

Anyway, the address always remains an option. And there are trains to all parties. Is that life is like a giant station.

PS: Sorry for the ether of this post, I think I was the subject pa big so I tried to address. But I did not stop publishing it. Probably back on this issue later.

PD2: The photo is taken from flickr http://flickr.com/photos/molinary/2351585178/

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stations and trains ...

A while ago I Calamaro concert. And really do not know how I am. It was something rare, medium andentro Medellín was there, tucked into the "pot of milo," which is the Macarena. No I know as I am because the concert was a single carrudel of emotions and feelings. I do not know if for someone SIGIF average so to me, the thing is I'm quite a fan of squid, and I think he knows what it feels like nobody else, or can feel my contemporary postmodernists.

At the beginning, it was mass hysteria. I tend to Manter my limits, and my times of hysteria I had them years ago, being a rabid fan of the National or while living my teenage years looking for causes and ideals. Over time I grew more critical fan, football ceased to mean something and the ideals and causes me disappointed. for that reason, cause hysteria in me is not easy.

But when he left the Salmon I wanted to die. And me all the Macarena.

DaBen Shouting to what my lungs and singing over the rhythm of the shouting of the public who actually managed to hear, some teenagers from the 50's watching the Beatles, it was a ladies sewing concentrated compared to us there. After playing "The Salmon" spliced \u200b\u200bwith "The Boys" and with that I almost finished. That blow was expected but not so fast. All day, while I was turning around, I did not put that song about friends in the past because I'm taking some grief for them. And those were the first 2 songs, including nearly 20 who played (or more, or less, not counted)

Is there something Calamaro. The "have it clear." Do not really know why, but Calamaro is capable of reaching very deep feelings, and ahce what the ideal of the artist, represents and makes the viewer feel what it already feels but is unable to express. I do not understand as he does, and, frankly, I hope that has not touched down as many hells as they express all their songs.

"always followed the same direction, which uses hard salmon

" I do not go looking for you because I know I run the risk of finding "

"all that ends, it ends badly"

"In the distance is heard coming, what the river would not have"

"let the blood in the sand"

" I want to be the only bite you in the mouth "

" there are days suspiciously light, there is a desire to ask if a train passes "

" and moved but as well, which was looking at her and was lost "

I can go on forever, but just with one that kills me, goddammit

"should still follow you a love song" And

Calamaro the problem is that one does not know whether to hate or love. Bastard, I wanted to grab a fist several times during the concert, but many more give you a hug. It is your siuación dificl put in a song, and identifques you so much. And this "exposure" and that makes you remember your feelings or your moments of pain makes you hate him. But moments depues see it's someone like you, and the coin is flipped to the side of empathy and affection.

was a spectacle. Being in a bullring in the middle of one of its most painful songs, "Perfect Crime" MTAD stood on the stage and with a white sheet (or whatever the fabric) matador made a pass. This moment had special significance for me. My dad, despite not being in bullfighting culture, life has made me an analogy with the run and love. He says love is like a bullfight, the bull sometimes and sometimes kill the bull cornea and lets you in the hospital for months. Finally a bull which pardons, and with that bull remined you married. In any case, one always ends up in the ring again, there are many bulls, and bulls come.

Having been seriously gored for months (possibly by a bad pass coating on my part), this only helped revive most stirring and feelings at the end of the concert. All courtesy of those wonderful songs my heart stopped processing, grinding, crushing, reassembly, glued, molded, fused, washed, sun dried and baked, intervened, built, demolished, built again, shaken, dizzy and lightheaded.

Calamaro all behaved as expected, and Medellin gave their best. That energy, emotion, like singing ... "SINGING IS FIRE AGAINST OBLIVION" *. At the time he sang "Back" and coupled with "Flaca" I thought my voice was completely lost, to my surprise I have still something. Tomorrow may be somewhat different. The energy could respir between Andrelo comments on "parceritas" and "the mountains of Antioquia" ** and gritosco0nstantes the public. All musical and emotional communion. In the end, Calamaro knelt and praised the public as if it were a pagan idol, and had there been space as public would have done so. In any case the arms of a whole gallery moved well.

What a great experience, complete with sentimental hit.

" some days to stay to look ." Today was a day for more than that.

* live without you, is to sleep in the station

** I almost died with that phrase.

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Something happens to me (much)

weather plays tricks on me. O well, no. The problem is that I think I am a quite sensitive to climate. Many observations over time can not be a coincidence.

may sound strange but it is. A rainy day or gray down my mood and sunny days usually do not. I came to this conclusion long ago. Do not know exactly when, but remember at one time we had a week of sun and rain, and without changing anything that might affect my mood in the week the sun was happy, lively and relax. A week later, with the weather become nothing I was in a horrible depression. Would the weather, maybe, maybe not.

The weather that I like are those dark days and rain, where it rains all day long. Either little or a lot, but all day does not stop raining. Ahh and cold coming everywhere. I know there are people who encntan these days, but I can not stand. The same

there are millions of variables that can codicionar mood. From the movie yesterday, the son of a bitch Buser traversed, the milk that was cut and damaged the breakfast cereal, a boss's approval of a proposal, he sees a beautiful woman in the street, a slip on a ladder, a shocking news on the news. All these things can damage or improve mood in a second. And when they do, in fact we do not notice because it has to do with internal processes, to revive things past and face our fears in an almost unconscious. These things timely notice them more. But if the weather is something that is always there, also makes sense in that influence. And more rzón can unconsciously affect specific things that happen to us.

something funny happened yesterday, the cold from 6 in the morning began to hit hard and the light rain that was decided on was actually falling throughout the day. It was a day where I had my worst flea driving my mood. At the end of the day, what I should have worked I paid nothing and in general, the balance of the day was poor. But to ask all my friends, everybody felt the same.

"No! That day so lost"

"That fucking lazy"

"I did not shit"

Coincidence? Who knows a

PD1: Al hydrologist unpatch crazy and I've been inside, he decided to take a sample data to compare my mood preicipitación daily with daily average over the basin in which I am. About two years sampling could draw conclusions about the independence of my mood with the weather. I think a simple correlation or a simple statistical analysis could generate much light on the subject. It would be interesting to take data every 6 hours, but requires more effort.

In any case I have a problem because when looking at myself there will be an important cause of error in the time to take the data, I will behave unnaturally and will not have an objective view of myself. If anyone wants to measure the performance of my daily mood that would be great (on a scale of 1 to 10), I take care of getting the series precipitation and to make correlations. And we put them both as authors of "paper" to publish.

Pd2 = At \u200b\u200bone time I was contemplating going to study in Bergen, Norway, but due to life things were not. Some time later I found out that Bergen is the wettest city in Europe. According to Wiki:

Bergen is known for its abundant rainfall (and has been called the City of Seattle Rain or Europe), leading to accumulate more than 2250 mm average annual precipitation. For years there paraplyautomater (umbrella vending machines) installed in the streets, but ended up not succeeding. U na common joke told in the city on a tourist is asking a child if you ever stop raining. "I do not know," replies the boy, "I have only 12 years" . Until January 18, 2007 was a period of 80 consecutive days of rain, the longest on record in the city.

PD3 =: this year has been difficult, and it rained a lot in Colombia ...