Saturday, December 12, 2009

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Ortega y Gasset Rampoviana were two men out of paper "Elephant"

For those who are born under the shadow of the monarchy, parliamentary democracy, universal suffrage referenda and well brought- corduroy jackets and the soap opera that each exile carried under his arm a gradual tidying the sewers and the makeup of the Chinatowns. Be erased once the flaking of lime, for children, encouraged by an instinctive appetite, lamiesen the wall and equalize the levels of calcium (which were always hungry these infants, which was a non stop licking) and also the stamp was liming exploring the white villages route (Medina Sidonia, Arcos de la Frontera and a host of municipalities with mayor and everything in between Andalusia and saws).

The "Adolf", "Sotelo" and "Philip" addressed to structure and disrupt what in the Galician and Asturian centers in the Southern Cone and the Caribbean called home. Albeit with less novecentismo folletón in the daily "The Sun" of a certain Ortega y Gasset, that without knowing more of Leon his cathedral vault and lateral thrust to the flying buttresses, and gain seats in the Second Republic in this province, where he and his men of Madrid in a lifetime, come on, the Madrid still horizontal. Ignorant

hustles us from our parents and grandparents, Spain smelled yet, despite all the metamorphosis in the departments, a dirty underwear (remember being cleared of child role "Elephant", before knowing the benefits of using hygienic bidet). Men and women stubbornly delaying the toilet bottom to go to communion on Sunday and received mouth that unleavened bread comes out so rich they Cipérez (Salamanca), so in tavern atmosphere reigned as inescapable black hole, even those that are heard in taverns where one, then fry, no ice was served drinks and had to drink that hot melt textured liniment.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

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Architectures "café con leche" Blessed cuneiform

back to the North Where I usually ask for "coffee" in the cafeterias. Six kilometers from the shore accurate Valencia quantified Mediterranean-distance between the street of Pavia and the Plaza de la Virgen, one must choose the "cut" if it is to circumvent the bowl as beef broth (bouillon I am inclined to the "bouquet garni" very traditional French cuisine, generous with the thyme, rosemary and laurel). On the Cantabrian

coffee is taken with large windows, making voyeur-pose that there is confused with decadence or nostalgia. The industrial restructuring of the eighties left loose siliceous mineral Asturias and much much staring into those big glass openings with multi-purpose cleaning is ridiculous, by natural rain, I mean ... and siredurgia crisis (how chimneys were smoking next to the highway on his way to Oviedo, even infants, to the General Hospital for tests Alport syndrome).

and evening, of course. What love of conversation with coffee. Even the chess players were Dindurra gatherings, which always confused with homosexuals to sit at the table area where "the race was" the castiza style (the Iberian cruising so dear to the secret police, back in the seventies).

used to be "coffee" of 125 pesetas in the nineties, temporarily coffee smelled like hand lotion, because the waiters spent plenty of money in the box rubbing against sunburn, which served him a milk , inevitably, already on the table, holding the tray on the boiling pot (detail that made us conclude that the novel was young palm open under the aluminum).

From October 95 and began to pay my 30 dollars. Castilian coffee, blood and Ana Salamanca Charro. Pontifical university which I shall soon, to revisit.