Can be seem ridiculous, but their sound reassuring even at the beasts, to me too. I,m talking about the flute sopranino, an instrument very simple that anyone can play. I´m one of those in anyone. In my leisure I play the flute sopranino, because relax me and I enjoy hear my favorites songs played by me. Whenever i’m bored or stressed, I take the flute to play anything, any song that spring to my mind, as classical music, sound tracks of films or anything. I’m not a devote student of this instrument, is only a hobbie of a amateur that love’s the good sounds. Due to I play it in some ocassions when I want hear again a song that sound in tv, radio or in my mind. I played the flute since the last year of high school, when my teacher of musical education lent me his flute for a year. I remember that I played with my friend from that time; he with the piano and I with the flute obviously. We played our love songs and improvised play from those songs. Was cool. Really I loved did, because i thought that i was a musician, but when I listened me, I down from my ideas.
Hello again companions: Uufffff, is terrible talk about this theme, but sometimes is good released something of our bad reminds. Well, I remember that I was watching TV in a country nearby to beach; then I’m feel so sleepy and I go to my tent. I Wrapped to my self with the sleepbag (my cousin was sleeping next to me), in the mean time that I was nearly to sleep, precede to move the surface, some softly, i soy to myself “na’h, it’s another simple seismo”. But suddenly the movement began to be stronger, until reach a point that i think “this is a earthquake”. Then quickly I awoke to my cousin telling: “ wake up %#//=, this is a eartquake, wake up”. He just listen to me, he was very sleepy, but we leave whitout sneakers to the sand. My mother and my father were hugging, very scared. I didn’t feel the same, but my thoughts were with two people, my brother and my girlfriend, specially she. My neighbours were in a party very drunk, hallucinating and talking only crap; anyway were polite asking us about our condition. That night was very long, not only for me, for all the people who suffered the effects of this movement. This is to learn, only to learn that our lifes are fragile.
Wow, the pleasure to attain the relax in certain circumstances of trouble, of those most desperates, is priceless. Few technological elements in this world can produce this relax, one of them is W.C.. The choice may seem stupid, or funny but i thik that this people never imagined a life whitout W.C.; that would uncomfortable be being in a problematic situation and having to go to the foot of a tree to be quiet, be seen and smelled all be passing through there, have to be cleaned with a piece of tree and surely being dirty. I don't know what I would do. So, the W.C. is a sanitary element used to colect and dispose of human waste into a sewerage system, removing the depositions of the houses.
My first time with this wonderful and comfortable invention, I don't remember it, because since I have use of reason that I use, but the thing that I remember are relaxing moments of intimacy, thinking only in monkey business, taking me more time than I should.
I hope that don't you take this opinion as a joke, think in my reflection about this seriously. Bye and see ya'.
Konishiwa companions: This song comes from a futurist past in the 80’s. It was written by Dennis Deyoung and performed by Styx, from which De Young was the vocalist. This song is from the progresive rock genre, being recorder in 1982 and published in 1983 in the álbum named “Killroy was here”, very popular and famous specially for the roboto song. The first time that I listen this song was three years ago, in a program of VH1 channel. Since I listen it, it became in one of my favorites because I thing that it is very funny, I don’t know why, but is ridiculous and funny. Really, mmmmm, I think that isn’t my favorite theme, but have it a special place in my secret list of greates’s hit of my mind. The lyrics are very stranges, and however I traduce it, I can’t comprehend the history, some notions come to me, but the song have some of madness.
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, Mata ah-oo hima de Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, Himitsu wo shiri tai
You're wondering who I am-machine or mannequin With parts made in Japan, I am the modren man
I've got a secret I've been hiding under my skin My heart is human, my blood is boiling, my brain I.B.M. So if you see me acting strangely, don't be surprised I'm just a man who needed someone, and somewhere to hide To keep me alive-just keep me alive Somewhere to hide to keep me alive
I'm not a robot without emotions-I'm not what you see I've come to help you with your problems, so we can be free I'm not a hero, I'm not a saviour, forget what you know I'm just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control Beyond my control-we all need control I need control-we all need control
I am the modren man, who hides behind a mask So no one else can see my true identity
Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo Domo arigato, Mr. Roboto, domo...domo Thank you very much, Mr. Roboto For doing the jobs that nobody wants to And thank you very much, Mr. Roboto For helping me escape just when I needed to Thank you-thank you, thank you I want to thank you, please, thank you
The problem's plain to see: too much technology Machines to save our lives. Machines dehumanize.
The time has come at last To throw away this mask So everyone can see My true identity... I'm Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy! Kilroy!
miércoles, 24 de marzo de 2010
Welcome to a sum of delirious disregard that only serves to waste time. If I were you, scape from this dump.
