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Quería poner un enlace a un artículo de Ray Loriga sobre el último concierto de Leonard Cohen Madrid (del que los afortunados hablan maravillas...) pero no he podido encontrarlo. Otra vez será. En su lugar, un irlandés.

Strange Love by Little Annie

Once I had a strange love,
a mad sort of insane love,
a love so fast and fierce,
I thought that I would die.
Yes once I had a strange love,
a pure but very pain love,
a love that burned like fire through a field.
And once I had a strange love,
a publicly acclaimed love,
the kind of love as seen in magazines.
And once I had a strange love,
a beautiful and vain love,
a love I think that’s better left in dreams.
Strangers love,
Strangers love
And once I had a strange love,
A morally inflamed love,
We’d go on holy battles in the night.
And then there was that strange love,
that vulgar and profane love,
the kind of love that we don’t talk about.
Yes once I had a strange love,
a lying infidel love,
who wove in stories like Scheherazade.
And once I had a strange love,
a flaky white kiki love,
we ran so fast
we almost spilled our guts.
You see I’ve had some strange love,
some good, some bad, some plain love,
some so so love,
so what?
and c’est la vie
But just let me proclaim love
that out of all this strange love
You’re the strangest love I’ve ever known.

Esta era la banda sonora de un anuncio de Levis (creo) que en un par de minutos mostraba todos los cambios de indumentaria en los jóvenes durante algo más de un siglo, y lo hacía a través de una pareja de enamorados que se encuentran en una habitación.

Cela s´appelle l´aurore, femme Narsés, Electra de Jean Giraudoux

"Quand tout est gâché, saccagé, et que pourtant l'air se respire, et qu'on a tout perdu... cela s'appelle l'aurore" : c'est la fin de l'Electre de Giraudoux.

Il y a une très belle pièce de Jean Giraudoux, Electre, qui se termine par une interrogation de l'un des personnages à laquelle il est répondu ainsi : "Cela s'appelle l'aurore, femme Narsès". La question que cette femme formulait portait sur l'impression étrange qu'elle éprouvait. Tout allait mal autour d'elle, le désastre était consommé et pourtant le jour se levait et il y avait de l'espoir. Elle sentait à la fois l'odeur du pire et la possibilité du meilleur. La crise était profonde et, en même temps, l'avenir s'ouvrait éclatant.
Cela s'appelle l'aurore

Good for your heart

Los resultados de una investigación sobre la recuperación después de un infarto dicen que los que tomaban chocolate de vez en cuando se recuperaban mejor... Otra buena excusa para los golosos. Pero para los que cuentan las calorías este es el chocolate que no las esconde.

Streets of London

Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
And held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news

So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
I'll show you something to make you change your mind

Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.

Chorus

In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man is sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his tea-cup,
Each tea last an hour
Then he wanders home alone

Chorus

And have you seen the old man
Outside the seaman's mission
Memory fading with
The medal ribbons that he wears.
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care

Chorus

Los ocho brocados: el quinto movimiento/8 silken movements

5. Bending the Trunk and Neck

This movement releases anger and rage. It increases the flexibility of the spine and strengthens the low back, hips, and thighs. By opening the waist area, it helps balance our yin and yang energies.

Take a step out to the side, and bend the knees in the "horse-riding" stance. Place hands on hips.

Exhale as you bend to the left. Let your head and shoulders tilt to the left so you feel the stretch all along the right side of the body, opening the ribs and diaphragm.

Inhale as you return to standing.

Exhale as you bend to the right side. Feel the stretch all along the left side of the body.

Inhale as you return to the standing.

Exhale as you bend the head and torso forward. Relax the neck.

Inhale as you come up to standing.

Exhale as you gently lean backwards. Support your low back with your hands. If you have low back pain, skip this part of the movement.

Inhale as you return to standing. Repeat from the beginning.

To relax the neck, gently bend the head forward and back, to the left and right. Turn the head all the way to the right, then the left. If you have problems with your neck, skip these movements.

6. Touching the Toes and Arching the Back

This movement benefits the kidneys, adrenals, and low abdomen. It strengthens the low back and waist. If you have low back pain, you may want to skip this movement. It improves blood flow to the brain, strengthens the nervous system, and helps regulate metabolism. As you move, think of gathering pure and abundant qi from the heavens and earth.

Stand with your feet shoulder width apart.

Exhale as you bend the torso and head forward, keeping the knees relaxed, but straight. If you can reach, touch your toes with your fingertips. Let the neck relax.

Soften the knees, tuck your tail bone under, and inhale as you roll the spine back up.

Place your hands on the low back for support, and exhale as you arch backwards.

Return to the starting position and repeat.

Thich Nhat Hanh, Interbeing

If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating
in this sheet of paper. Without a cloud, there will be no rain; without
rain, the trees cannot grow; and without trees, we cannot make paper.
The cloud is essential for the paper to exist. If the cloud is not here,
the sheet of paper cannot be here either. So we can say that the
cloud and the paper inter-are.
- Thich Nhat Hanh, Interbeing