"You'll return to my garden and my fig tree ...." Cartoons
How Miguel Hernández not remember the day that is a hundred years? He was born in Orihuela, with figs, and died in prison in the midst of barbarism. Was not even 32 years. Remains alive and fresh in the collective memory of Spain, where his work is thrilling as when it was written.
A great poet is a writer so, when, having read his works many times, reading it again is thrilling, causes sensations flower skin requires read and reread it because it is a haven where you feel comforted. About those for which no time passes. His memory lives on, his work remains, retains his post today. And those perceptions are sharpened when we face the work and the figure of Miguel Hernandez, the man from the simplicity and poverty, from the defense of liberty and unwavering commitment to involved, learned poetry placed on top of human sensibility.
I join the tribute deserved recognition of the human and literary quality that should evoke both at the present stage of the English political and cultural reality. Miguel Angel , the indefatigable chronicler of the best that has life raises us. I refer to him without further circumlocution.
Hello forgotten (potential readers), after several important events in my life, (my son, projects), I take this time to comment on Unity3D tool for game development and 3D applications. If you remember, (or can not read a few entries back) I was working with Unreal UDK tool, but became extremely unfriendly to the programming. So I took a break using Unity3D and I found one of the best tools for game development.
The word I would use to describe Unity3D is versatile. The way is prepared Graphical User Interface, tools, programming, and how to add new content is great. Not to mention that works directly with Blender 2.49.
tell you all a little later, as I leave you with the demo of HOME
inviting to think (15): politics as art scenes or risks of delayed communication
is one thing pedagogy and quite another, the communication . The first, beyond their platitudes and simplifications, is associated with the methods and techniques used for teaching, for the transmission of knowledge, development of educational processes; the latter implies, however, an eminently theatrical dimension , posed and exposed face to an audience that, skeptical or delivered, prepares to address the arguments of those who on a stage prepared ad hoc has no other purpose than to distract, to harness the interest of the audience or explain the things that interest to the approach that aims to seep into the minds of the listeners. is the "art" of communication, become the paradigm of political action, a subsidiary tool of the actions and decisions, but decisive, so you see, to seat them in the collective, public opinion . We know what it is: in information processing is done from the standpoint of interest and import that communicates.
is curious. Who makes decisions do regardless of the value judgments that deserve their actions, not even bother to justify them in advance. does not come to the fore to expose with sincerity and precise eloquence what is coming. Rather, the recipient of the measures is limited to capturing what it sounds in your environment to get a rough idea of \u200b\u200bwhat can happen and how it will affect them. But when the decision comes, at last, body and uncomfortable, the injured rebels and show their displeasure with no other response than allow its limited resources and possibilities. To counter the rage misunderstood, is said to be well informed, lacking sufficient evidence, that his perspective is too much influenced aliquot and a raw information that malicious bias of those who spewed.
Then there is the need to communicate, to clear from the proscenium doubts clouding the mind of maverick thinking that if he had clarified the position immediately before its reaction would have been different. To this end, communication solves everything so that the more skilled and convincing communicator better the result achieved. is thought to be is in possession of truth, mastering the interlinings of what outsiders are unable to perceive, I l irrefutable arguments Balm communities operate as powerful in resolving the ambiguities that have led to misunderstanding. In appearance, the way of communicating, typically stage, is the solution to the problems, most appropriate and effective therapy.
Everything is conceived, in short, as a mechanical process subject to laws of the scenery. However, something as simple paradigm fails. Companies are not as inane, inexperienced as you might think, people know exactly what is happening and why it happens, and may even feel angry if he dominates the scene for a ride intended to provide or use the trick that all, ultimately, just discovered. It then comes the sense of rage to find that, behind the scenes, well-modulated speech and power point, only shelters the spirit wishes to confuse with reality. And that usually does not please anyone.
".... MIL things can happen ". And happen in the land where they expand in all latitude climates in the world. With that opening sentence, among other compelling ideas, summarized the group Quilapayún the country's image at the end of the famous Cantata on the tragedy in Santa Maria de Iquique the December 21, 1907. Beyond the Andes, and to a Pacific whose shores offer the most varied forms that can an enormous coastal area from the nitrate in the north to the southern glacial landforms, Chile offers a geographical identity, based on a plurality of landscapes and horizons, that catches the attention.
much as its history and traits of a people that despite the distance, we find it particularly close and intimate. A seasoned people in the fight against tyranny in defense of freedom and overcoming disasters. are all, obviously, as in any country, but, leaving aside the contradictions of a complex society, worth noting the efforts made at the present time to deal with difficult situations associated with three in case of serious that highlight the strength of those who suffer and time star. occur in the south, in the center and north. I own a country so long. How to ignore them how not to grant the attention and recognition they justly deserve?
Little attention is being paid in Europe and in Spain Mapuche people's struggle in the southern areas of the country . It is said, a quiet battle, though very active and persistent, away from the media and deliberately forgotten. Mapuche community (the man of the earth) calls for recognition of the agreements signed in the mid-nineteenth century, which recognized the allocation of their ancestral lands in the region of Araucania. In defense of the return of the 32 indigenous law have begun a hunger strike, with which also claims the right to their community, and those who are incarcerated, not apply to them the Terrorism Act, in force since the Pinochet dictatorship. A very serious problem, entrenched in the southern regions, and that has made the Mapuche population, which owned 800,000 people, is the most visible and militant among native societies in South America. hardly speak of them in Europe, but they exist.
When we mentioned the central highlands of Chile no one can forget the earthquake in late February 2010. Country strong seismicity is even talk that the quake could have changed the weight distribution of the world and altered the terrestrial rotation speed. The impacts on people and infrastructure have not reached the level of catastrophe and destruction caused in Haiti by the terrible earthquake January. More than 700 people died and damage was enormous in the area of \u200b\u200bthe city of Concepcion and in the metropolitan area of \u200b\u200bSantiago. And a half million homes were affected phenomenon and there are still many who remain unusable. It was a huge test for the country, which is still far from having recovered from the tragedy.
And again the tragedy shakes northern areas, the areas of mining, which for centuries has commercial projects in the world. Overwhelmed by the journey through the desert lands, filled with mineral, of the north of Chile. The look never gets fully covered in the "solitude of droughts." Death or threats and diseases of all kinds have always been omnipresent. And it happened again. From 5 August to 13 October 2010, 33 miners have been buried at 700 meters depth as a result of a collapse due to a poor security conditions aggravated by the reopening of the farm to the good prospects market. The outcome has been happy, but it could have led to the tragedy. The problem has been the world on edge for two and half months, and has revealed something already known for a long time and nobody has to notice: that the work in the mine involves going risk that every precaution is little to prevent accidents tend to happen with repetition, if nothing is done properly, in the most difficult and inhumane labor activity. Before the collapse occurred on mine safety statements of the leaders of the country were in a lamentable laxity. The locking qualified bureaucratic and unnecessary price increases. It seems that the lesson learned is not falling on deaf ears.
Chile this year has been front page news on many occasions. All painful, all sad, all powerful but with marked differences between them. Nature has been mixed with that country. Wild and wonderful, brutal and exciting, fruitful and barren, untamed and transformed. A contrasting scenario that invites understanding and reflection, precisely because it offers an open model with very different management systems at the confluence of problems in history, the behavior of the natural environment and, above all, human action, ultimately, is responsible that problems will be faced with positive or abandoned to their fate, which always impact on quality of life of disadvantaged or worse treated by history.
In any case, the final stanzas of Iquique Cantata, sung jointly by Inti Illimani and Quilapayun, bring us better to the aspirations and hopes of that country so long and complex.
What is flamenco both tries? What is art that deserves Intangible Cultural Heritage Humanity?
From the Tower of Calahorra, in Cordoba
When my daughter was preparing to attend an examination at the time college student, just before leaving the house filled the room with the voice of Camarón of the island, possibly with Tomatito on guitar, touch. thus needed to escape the pressure of the impending test. We got home Camarón and since then has not come out. We have stayed with him not forget that warning in a stunning concert, held in Valladolid, he was made Gypsies who were with us when he yelled his lungs: " not sing again, Shrimp, which Gadje they keep it! " was hers, was part of their heritage, but also we felt as their own. "I am the wind / You're the fire ....". "Life is an illusion / nobody lives without it ..."
I also remember how, after a delicate ear surgery in Seville, the unforgettable Miguel Martín, Ávila home and was Professor of Statistics Complutense University in Madrid , became grateful to Dr. Felipe Rodríguez Adrados ENT (the admired Felipe, now deceased) who healed him in a ferocious defender of flamenco, so there was no talk - he even came to talk it in a thesis Mathematics - the test would not overwhelming knowledge, almost passionate, the subject. All meetings of friends dressed always ended by Enrique Morente, the Lebrijano, José Mercé ..... and, of course, shrimp . Shrimp not missing. However, "The Alhambra was crying," sung by the first, was one of their favorites.
My wife and I never forget the day that Charles and Mila, our lifelong friends, they took us Ayamonte (Huelva) to hear Mayte Martín, allowing us to discover one of the most exciting and versatile talent in this world of endless sensations at the same time unpredictable. And what of the meetings to listen to and Bernarda de Utrera Fernanda , with whom Paul Fair, another great friend, he befriended during his tenure as director of the Institute of the city of Seville? Multiple messages coming out of the voice tones and gestures of women who continue to shine with light itself in a universe of songs that never die.
And they are like the Seville sung with a special force Francisco Palacios, "The Pali, captivated both Valdeón Baruque July, historian and my partner died in a thousand battles , with whom I shared, at home and on the road, countless moments occasionally punctuated by some of the verses of one who prided himself on being " troubadour always Sevilla things." Oh, Seville, the city that " had a little girl and put Triana" and also " has a tower that boasts g UAPA be. "
And what of the bailor and dancers who so often breathtaking without them, self-absorbed in the magic of "tablao" realize what goes around? infinite magic Carmen Amaya and Antonio Gades set to flamenco dancing on top of the stratosphere, drew sharp points to the immense works of the classics that still stir again when the look and feel, as we see als feel vibrations and transmits them as one Cristina Hoyos, who learned so much from the teacher and also teach because he knew he wanted it that way. And, of course, flamenco is enlarged to the magic they bring the feet and arms Sara Baras, Antonio Canales of or Joaquín Cortés. There is nothing flamenco compass as anyone who embroider these flamenco dancers choreographed by anonymous, who continue to echo in the distance when you leave the party and scenes that evoke memory are true feats of good taste.
Well, friends, date approaches, in early November, the World Heritage Committee UNESCO resolved at its meeting in Nairobi's proposal to declare the flamenco Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity , figure classified under the category of property to be protected in accordance with the type and criteria set out in the UNESCO Conventions on the subject . I fully associate with this initiative for three reasons: because I am convinced that it is a cultural event that goes far beyond its specific field of creation and common practice (the land of Andalusia) to become in a borderless cultural value, because I believe in its authenticity, as in his contribution to art to develop the best of the personality of the people and, above all, because it contains "marine fabric" of emotions and sensitivities "Bridges are not bear."
Great writers are primarily great chroniclers of their countries. Peru's Mario Vargas Llosa
Arequipa (Peru)
Similarly it is impossible to understand without reading the Uruguay Mario Benedetti or we would find it difficult to unravel the peculiarities and mysteries of Colombia, Mexico, Argentina, Brazil, Guatemala and Paraguay without delve into the characters and experiences, often incredible, that describe, respectively, Gabriel García Márquez, Carlos Fuentes, Jorge Luis Borges and Julio Cortazar, Jorge Amado, Miguel Angel Asturias and Augusto Roa Bastos (although we should not forget the impressive generation of writers that have happened) ... "how to discover the Peruvian reality without making contact with the experiences that have left the pen and mind of Mario Vargas Llosa in his early novels, which follow dazzling yet?
Some say that all Latin American countries are similar and that there are realities that appear scattered them everywhere. It is an affirmation I share but it is also true that the respective political experiences, the paths cultural events that create unusual oddities and even the features of the landscape mosaic just qualifying the affinities and contrasts, similarities and nuances of the world marked surprising in the sense that it lacks any attempt at simplification.
Mario Vargas Llosa people are talking about, well these days, in which personally I agree with Gale deserved praise and recognition to one of the best storytellers of our time. Only allude to it, and I applaud that stance not selective for the rights humans in contrasting his criticism, sometimes justified, to leftist regimes in the clamorous silence to violations committed in other like Colombia or Honduras, which has never spoken. I do not remember having read Vargas Llosa's writing in a critical sense alluding to the conservative regimes in Latin America.
His inventive capacity and quality of literary expression are, however, amazing. Congratulations to the teacher who writes beautifully and left us enduring works. But for me, in this scenario of multiple apologies and justified, takes on special meaning the impact that years ago I was, reading "Conversations in the Cathedral " , blunt question Zavala Santiago, the protagonist of the work was done, waiting for an answer that supports many perspectives: " What time is fucked Peru? ".
is not easy to summarize in one sentence what is a treatise on history, geography, thinking and political sensitivity. The reading of that work, and particularly of this phrase, I found the figure of Vargas Llosa, to the point that, being at that time (1969) responsible for Library of the College of Santa Cruz University of Valladolid, organized a series of meetings - starting with a very interesting debate on " City and dogs ", which was followed by another, even more crowded on " Captain Pantoja and the " - better known for the stunning Peruvian writer, to bring down the Centre's management fund the acquisition of all titles Vargas Llosa published to date in Spain. And there are still those first editions, now locate.
The phrase has become a topic in a hose coming out of your mouth when you meet a Peruvian throughout the world . Is a phrase that does not bother, which means almost as a compliment, as the starting point of a conversation that may end up giving much of himself. Appears from time to time decorating, as "painted" inexcusable, the walls of the Peruvian universities and the streets of cities, large and small. But the important thing is that no one forgets that this term arose from the literature, concern a Peruvian writer their land from someone who has toured the world relentlessly, which is friendly and talkative great, although the formal tone of your message changes when alluding to his own country, their roots, in this fucked up world still be felt when approaching Lima, Ayacucho, Cuzco, Arequipa or your home.
Perhaps, when you find it anywhere in the world, few will remember him the question of Santiago Zavala, knowing that they are not going to bother to do this, because surely the brilliant prize Nobel Literature is very clear conscience that question, which is both a cry, opened Answers in Peru for all tastes. There is no way to formulate it in any meeting with Peru to attend suddenly, astonished, to spectacular history lessons and policy at tremendous awe and devastating they are.
The landscapes of the Douro River in the hands of Pedro García
On their way through Peñafiel (Valladolid)
met Pedro García Álvarez through his wife, Flor , which years ago was my student at the University Permanent "Millán Santos", an initiative of the University Valladolid to extend training to adults, decided to continue learning in the new youth that opens to get to the Jubilee stage. Since then I have maintained a cordial relationship, even could say that friendly, with this pair of tireless travelers, sensitive observer of what is happening around him and spirited supporters of the noblest causes.
Flor y Pedro
Yesterday I attended the opening of the exhibition Peter presented Gallery of Art Foundation Andrés Coello Valladolid, to which belong Board since its inception. I went to the event for two reasons: because it was an exhibition on the work of his friend, and because I was focused on a topic that fascinates me, the Douro River, the river of my land, the river of gold from the Romans. Spent working in the company throughout his career, Peter rushes forward to the task of painting when I have the feeling that you have time, sensitivity and talent. It does as a way to vent their creative and cultural concerns by putting all the effort that is able to, through watercolor, space currency, the landscape that attracts, copper body and subsist forever in the recovered image.
Aranda Bridge (Burgos)
del Duero The course allows all that and more . Since wildland Soria of the Iberian Cordilla in Urbión to the mouth in Oporto a mosaic of landscapes are woven into a unique tour, which has attracted attention from all cultural and scientific perspectives. I shall not detail what that course represents. I will simply record the quality and expressiveness of the images that Peter has built carefully prepared with patience and care to convey the myriad of shades, shapes and colors associated with the landmarks by which the river runs.
Zamora. "I do not want to see in your mirror his toothless wall ..." (G. Diego)
Mouth Porto (Portugal)
have chosen, above all, the station that best portrays the beauty of that space. None mean it like autumn in all its spectacular and chromaticism. Groves, bridges, buildings, terrain, ... converging to make this a showcase collection of paintings representing some of the best landscapes that have these lands of Spain. On seeing them come to mind the names of Antonio Machado, Claudio Rodríguez, Gerardo Diego ... . the great singers of the Duero, whose poems have created an excellent environment interventions that celebrated the opening certainly as pleasant as the chords of the violins, superbly played by our wonderful friends Javier Sanz, created a wonderful atmosphere on stage, bringing some of the best composers of the Baroque. The truth is that view, the way I did upon arrival, while the sounded Water Music by GF Handel is an experience not to forget.
