<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049178691842445724</id><updated>2009-10-13T23:52:54.432-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Con Todo el Esmowing!</title><subtitle type='html'>Todos los días, una copita.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginebrablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049178691842445724/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginebrablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Darwish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778735122079141223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049178691842445724.post-3860603072129199828</id><published>2008-02-14T11:38:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:02:31.147-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gilberto Gil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una por día'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>De ida y vuelta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"...–Cuando pensé en componer una canción para homenajear a Marley, pensaba en utilizar varios elementos de su contexto. Los rastas, la cultura jamaiquina, la negritud, Africa... especialmente la lengua que hablan los rastafaris, con expresiones propias de su lenguaje como el I and I, que significa nosotros. En el proceso de composición, me acordé de Alí, que también tenía un contenido de protesta, y el pequeño discurso que dio en una universidad americana: Me we. Creo que tiene casi el mismo sentido que el I and I. Refiere al sentido de pluralidad que hay en un individuo, y en la individualidad que hay en los colectivos..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=580eb27" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gilbertogil.com.br/"&gt;Gilberto Gil&lt;/a&gt;, acerca de Table Tennis Table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;La letra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;   Table tennis table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Play to show we are able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Not to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Small and light white ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Forth and forth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;All is eerie and eerie is all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Love is worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Don’t think I’m trying to make another I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;One is enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I’m just expanding to overstand a cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;As well as a laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Don’t think I’m lying to fake another me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;One is too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I’m just extending the shores of my sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Beyond any reach, beyond any touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;See, on the opposite side as if we look on a mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The other, the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;See, on the table tennis table I’m killing the killer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Is this me/we game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;This me/we game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;This me/we game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Oh! Me/we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Yes, me/we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The shortest poem in all poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Oh! Me/we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Yes, me/we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The poem Cassius Clay declamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Like I and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The same I and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Identical two: I and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The pray that rastamen proclaimed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;To say that we are never alone in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Me/we, I and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;To state that state of togetherness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;The oness that means not to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Table tennis table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Ping-pong, ping-pong, I and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Play to show we are able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Not to die, not to die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Small and light white ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Forth and forth and so forth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;All is eerie, eerie is all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Love is worth, love is worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Un poco más de Gilberto, en primera persona:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"...Frequentemente acordo às sextas-feiras e penso: hoje é sexta, eu deveria usar branco, como é de uso no Candomblé. Hoje preciso honrar meus ancestrais. Não raro, porém, também digo: não. Prefiro então usar preto, quando se espera branco de mim. E que seja apenas para mostrar que a regra é a exceção. É bom, de tempos em tempos, negar a sua própria crença, seus desejos, seus deuses. As religiões têm para mim um valor cultural. Aí reside seu bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; Provocações fazem parte de minha vida. Mesmo hoje, quando algumas pessoas dizem que antes eu jogava pedra e que agora estou sob um telhado de vidro. Eu fui alguém que desafiava o sistema. Um rebelde que negava todas as convenções. Foi no tempo em que jogava pedras. Hoje, como membro do governo, mesmo assim sinto frequentemente vontade de pegar uma pequena pedra e deixá-la rolar sobre o telhado. Esta dualidade é minha natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049178691842445724-3860603072129199828?l=ginebrablog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginebrablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3860603072129199828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049178691842445724&amp;postID=3860603072129199828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049178691842445724/posts/default/3860603072129199828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049178691842445724/posts/default/3860603072129199828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginebrablog.blogspot.com/2008/02/ping-pong.html' title='De ida y vuelta'/><author><name>Darwish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778735122079141223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03718536503282306304'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4049178691842445724.post-1556569009195630771</id><published>2008-02-13T11:52:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:58:35.933-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearl Jam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Una por día'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'>El último beso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zyZv-SKrFw/R7MDG4PvDJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rJzk0Wg2d88/s1600-h/elultimobeso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zyZv-SKrFw/R7MDG4PvDJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rJzk0Wg2d88/s320/elultimobeso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166476614236572818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero no hablo de la &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0265930/"&gt;linda película&lt;/a&gt; de &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0610831/"&gt;Gabriele Muccino&lt;/a&gt;, sino de un tema clásico de los ´50. Pearl Jam la rescató, e hizo una versión inmejorable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Versión original, de Ricky Nelson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=7f5807a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Versión Pearl Jam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=668c6a7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;La letra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;well oh where oh where can my baby be&lt;br /&gt;the lord took her away from me&lt;br /&gt;shes gone to heven so ive got to be good&lt;br /&gt;so i can see my baby when i leave this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were out on a date in my daddys car&lt;br /&gt;we hadn't Driven vary far&lt;br /&gt;there in the road stright ahead&lt;br /&gt;the car was staled&lt;br /&gt;the engine was dead&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't stop&lt;br /&gt;so i swerved to the right&lt;br /&gt;never forget the sound that night&lt;br /&gt;the crin' tires&lt;br /&gt;the bustin' glass&lt;br /&gt;the painful screams that i heard last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well when i woke up the rain was pourin' down&lt;br /&gt;there was people standing all around&lt;br /&gt;somthing warm runnin in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;but i found my baby some how that night&lt;br /&gt;i raied her head and when she smiled and said&lt;br /&gt;hold me darlin for a little while&lt;br /&gt;i held her close&lt;br /&gt;i kisse her our last kiss&lt;br /&gt;I found the love i knew i would miss&lt;br /&gt;but now she gone even though i hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;i lost my love my life that night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Para no perderse detalles:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Trebuchet MS,Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Oh dónde, oh dónde podrá estar mi nena&lt;br /&gt;El Señor se la llevó lejos de mí&lt;br /&gt;Se fué al Cielo así que tengo que ser bueno&lt;br /&gt;Así podré ver a mi nena cuando deje este mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habíamos salido en el auto de papá&lt;br /&gt;No habíamos llegado demasiado lejos&lt;br /&gt;Ahí en la carretera justo adelante nuestro&lt;br /&gt;Un auto detenido&lt;br /&gt;El motor estaba muerto&lt;br /&gt;No pude frenar así que apunté a la derecha&lt;br /&gt;Nunca podré olvidar el sonido aquella noche&lt;br /&gt;Las gomas chillando&lt;br /&gt;los vidrios reventando&lt;br /&gt;El grito lleno de dolor que escuché al final&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando desperté la lluvia estaba disminuyendo&lt;br /&gt;Había gente parada a mi alrededor&lt;br /&gt;Algo cálido corriendo entre mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Pero de alguna manera encontré a mi nena esa noche&lt;br /&gt;Levanté su cabeza y ella me sonrió y dijo&lt;br /&gt;Abrázame querido sólo un rato más&lt;br /&gt;La mantuve cerca mio&lt;br /&gt;y la besé en nuestro último beso&lt;br /&gt;Encontré al amor que sabía había perdido&lt;br /&gt;Bueno ahora se ha ido aún cuando la sujeto fuerte&lt;br /&gt;Perdí mi amor y mi vida esa noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049178691842445724-1556569009195630771?l=ginebrablog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginebrablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1556569009195630771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049178691842445724&amp;postID=1556569009195630771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049178691842445724/posts/default/1556569009195630771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049178691842445724/posts/default/1556569009195630771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginebrablog.blogspot.com/2008/02/el-ltimo-beso.html' title='El último beso'/><author><name>Darwish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778735122079141223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03718536503282306304'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7zyZv-SKrFw/R7MDG4PvDJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/rJzk0Wg2d88/s72-c/elultimobeso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total 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Una por día, todos los días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=81d981c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4049178691842445724-8913469737681894961?l=ginebrablog.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ginebrablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8913469737681894961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4049178691842445724&amp;postID=8913469737681894961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049178691842445724/posts/default/8913469737681894961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4049178691842445724/posts/default/8913469737681894961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ginebrablog.blogspot.com/2008/02/modo-de-comienzo.html' title='A modo de comienzo'/><author><name>Darwish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05778735122079141223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03718536503282306304'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>