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Sunday, January 25th, 2015
Streets of Braddock
by The Modesto Kid
everything capo 8
(voicing of initial "walk" is a high F)
You're D walking your Am dog through the D streets of Am Braddock,
a D car door Am slams and she Em growls
and she's Am7 nervous Em now, she's pulling D you to the Am park,
I guess you G got an ap- Am -pointment with C7 me there after Em dark.
Somebody's D headlight Am shines through the D evening Am light
streetlights D mellow the Am cast of the Em evening Em7 shade
and you're Am7 nervous Em now, to think of D what may Am come
after your G lame prevari- Am -cations are C7 done and your plans are Em made.
You're walking D up Flood's Am Hill, the shade's D deeper Am now
the D trees are ragged Am shadows on the Em night's dark Em7 cowl
you hear the Am7 sound of a Em train, east- D -bound, running Am easy,
ci- G -cadas are Am buzzing at C7 twilight, and a distant Em howl.
solo, improvise
You're D walking your Am dog through the D streets of Am Braddock,
she D tugs at the Am leash and she Em7 barks
at the Am7 strange night-time Em shapes all a- D -round in the Am park,
I guess you G got an ap- Am -pointment with C7 (let ring) me here after dark.
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Wednesday, January 14th, 2015
"SARGENTO: (...) ¡Saludad las revoluciones anónimas: ellas son los verdaderos triunfos de la libertad!"
SARGENTO:
No, señors: I am not great, I am not glorious; ...: a toast to the anonymous revolutions, for they are the true triumphs of liberty!
Juan Bautista Alberdi:
el gigante amapolas
y
formidables enemigos:
o sea
fastos dramaticos de una
guerra memorable.
Buenos Aires, Tinglado, 1954
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Sunday, January 11th, 2015
cementerio de San José
The earth there is a deep, raw red, and the olive trees that punctuate it are green and gray and very old. The cemetery wall is high and long, the same color as the earth, and it is crowned with rough clay tiles.
-- Jon Lee Anderson
aquà te fusilaron GarcÃa Lorca
aquà sobre el rojo crudo de la tierra
se ha derramado tu sangre rojo cruda y
caliente
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Thursday, January first, 2015
Yours truly in my father's arms, 1971
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mañana es otro dÃa
por J. Osner
nos unamos los manos:
nos giremos hacia el este
esperando al sol que teñirán
de rosa sus rayos el cielo negro;
nos dejarán saber
que empieza el nuevo dÃa,
ese dÃa hasta que postergábamos
todos los deseos más queridos.
agárrame a mà ahora la mano
y dime nuevamente, muévete:
nos ya estamos quemando
debajo del sol del mediodÃa.
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Thursday, December 25th, 2014
 May all your tidings be explicitly comfortable and feasibly joyous; may all your glory be in the highest.
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Tuesday, December 16th, 2014
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Saturday, December 13th, 2014
Luminiferous Genesis by J Osner
The first day was water. On the second day
water created earth.
On the third day mud
breathed air. On the fourth day creation blazed, and said
that it was good. Muddy reality,
eternally drying out in the heat
of the moment.
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Saturday, December 6th, 2014
Twilight Zone - Once Upon a Time - Buster Keaton by pourlidasnstavros
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