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Cati Cobas
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Do Twins Have Vertebrae
Caticrónicas 227 - The Writer
Preamble: "The Quechua or Quechua language family is a closely related plants native to the Andes stretching along the western side of South America. It is spoken by more than nine million people and seems to be unrelated phylogenetically to other known families, for what is considered the fifteenth most widespread language family in the world and second in America after the Castilian. "
Quechua, which exerts much influence in this Rio de la Plata and dedicated, with love, Rosa M. Arroyo, Madrid ...
The
yapa
"I do not understand why your heart that escapes me,
and your mouth is killing me,
when I say no,
and apart from the heart, I ask "the yapa ". "
Words and music by "The nocheros"
Yapa, or Napa Llapa , my English friends always ask for that little word for me is magical because it combines the generosity of playfulness, the gift, with the "marketing "gauchos and immigrants intuitive nineteenth and twentieth centuries. Yapa
means support, increase, moreover, which is given freely and in engineering, the mercury in the silver mines of America added to the mineral to facilitate the completion of their work in Buitrago.
Jose, the grocer of my childhood is for me, always greedy and affects enjoy the goodies, the paradigm of yapa . Readers to imagine a four or five years, which did not reach the height of the counter, accompanying his mother to buy. And Joseph, who arrived in the fifties to Buenos Aires from Pontevedra, bald, small, pale blue eyes, wrapping noodles, flour, sugar, brown paper packages and closing with a nice little knots that were obtained to turn the wrapper itself Also, in a caper full of expertise and dignity. Mom
paid as received and there had been the best. José ostentatiously announced, "Lady Aurora: do not leave without yapa " . was the precise moment that my salivary glands started to work with the promise of green olives, a handful of peanuts or potato chips or perhaps, if the purchase had been very important, a small bar of chocolate Milkibar. In this way, José made sure the client's return and my eternal sympathy for all that came from the peninsula and more precisely of the Galician provinces .
course our gentle grocer was no exception in that Buenos Aires of the last century, as many traders used the resource described. The custom came from the time of the shops on the field and was without doubt an excellent marketing strategy, surely, was already included in the calculation of costs for each merchant. But on the client created the illusion of "gift" from the "care" of getting something for nothing, for being a loyal customer of a business.
yapa The no longer exists as such in Buenos Aires. Neither led by Galician stores as Joseph. Chinese supermarkets have replaced those shops with wooden shelves and bottles neatly aligned with glazed cabinets and balance of dishes. With black rubber pad for those who had to resort to "I write it down?"!
But the word is still used here. Sometimes, in the same original meaning and others to have some extra unfortunately. For example, when someone says, "We make ends meet and, yapa , I dropped all my brothers to eat" or "we had very little to the dog and, yapa , the neighbor we left the cat to look after it for the weekend. " These " yapas " are not as pretty as those of my children, safely. Although there is also a good measure gerontological character because they do not want to forget, those who "live yapa " when all forecasts announce the imminent arrival of the Grim Reaper, fortunately, never comes.
However, the changes to be proposed for these times is the return of yapa . But concrete, material, necessarily. You want is to make things as good as they can and "something else", because yes, we are pleased to give us the best, as much as possible, to the delight of the other. And above all, to the satisfaction ourselves. Cati Cobas
http://www.flickr.com/photos/carlospauluk/
Preamble: "The Quechua or Quechua language family is a closely related plants native to the Andes stretching along the western side of South America. It is spoken by more than nine million people and seems to be unrelated phylogenetically to other known families, for what is considered the fifteenth most widespread language family in the world and second in America after the Castilian. " Quechua, which exerts much influence in this Rio de la Plata and dedicated, with love, Rosa M. Arroyo, Madrid ...
The
yapa
"I do not understand why your heart that escapes me,
and your mouth is killing me,
when I say no,
and apart from the heart, I ask "the yapa ". "
Words and music by "The nocheros"
Yapa, or Napa Llapa , my English friends always ask for that little word for me is magical because it combines the generosity of playfulness, the gift, with the "marketing "gauchos and immigrants intuitive nineteenth and twentieth centuries. Yapa
means support, increase, moreover, which is given freely and in engineering, the mercury in the silver mines of America added to the mineral to facilitate the completion of their work in Buitrago.
Jose, the grocer of my childhood is for me, always greedy and affects enjoy the goodies, the paradigm of yapa . Readers to imagine a four or five years, which did not reach the height of the counter, accompanying his mother to buy. And Joseph, who arrived in the fifties to Buenos Aires from Pontevedra, bald, small, pale blue eyes, wrapping noodles, flour, sugar, brown paper packages and closing with a nice little knots that were obtained to turn the wrapper itself Also, in a caper full of expertise and dignity. Mom
paid as received and there had been the best. José ostentatiously announced, "Lady Aurora: do not leave without yapa " . was the precise moment that my salivary glands started to work with the promise of green olives, a handful of peanuts or potato chips or perhaps, if the purchase had been very important, a small bar of chocolate Milkibar. In this way, José made sure the client's return and my eternal sympathy for all that came from the peninsula and more precisely of the Galician provinces .
course our gentle grocer was no exception in that Buenos Aires of the last century, as many traders used the resource described. The custom came from the time of the shops on the field and was without doubt an excellent marketing strategy, surely, was already included in the calculation of costs for each merchant. But on the client created the illusion of "gift" from the "care" of getting something for nothing, for being a loyal customer of a business.
yapa The no longer exists as such in Buenos Aires. Neither led by Galician stores as Joseph. Chinese supermarkets have replaced those shops with wooden shelves and bottles neatly aligned with glazed cabinets and balance of dishes. With black rubber pad for those who had to resort to "I write it down?"!
But the word is still used here. Sometimes, in the same original meaning and others to have some extra unfortunately. For example, when someone says, "We make ends meet and, yapa , I dropped all my brothers to eat" or "we had very little to the dog and, yapa , the neighbor we left the cat to look after it for the weekend. " These " yapas " are not as pretty as those of my children, safely. Although there is also a good measure gerontological character because they do not want to forget, those who "live yapa " when all forecasts announce the imminent arrival of the Grim Reaper, fortunately, never comes.
However, the changes to be proposed for these times is the return of yapa . But concrete, material, necessarily. You want is to make things as good as they can and "something else", because yes, we are pleased to give us the best, as much as possible, to the delight of the other. And above all, to the satisfaction ourselves. Cati Cobas
http://www.flickr.com/photos/carlospauluk/
(Photo pending approval)
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Thanks to all co ... Cati Cobas
Saturday, August 1, 2009
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Iceberg 226-Fear (is the topic of the month My forum ICEBERG NIGHT)
Will fear? Open your eyes almost blind as if I were to name everything, every little detail of the outside world. beyond the four walls of your home. So long
which has become owner of silence. More than ten years has been almost silent, including furniture, plants and the window that looked out, leaning on his stick pin.
Will fear? Aurora, sitting in the car that takes place other than their own, decide not to mourn. "I want to please the neighbors." "I've carefully as you could, my dear, we owe nothing." (That's what I understand last night as we were saying goodbye). Mama do not cry. Wanted him to. I feel better, I swear. But Aurora-Aurora still sees the world as the car moves into its new home.
Will fear? Can it survive this infernal pit? "At this thrust that my fatigue and give life ninety years behind him? Has his back to me and smiles at the driver. Spies on the streets, buildings, curious. Understand that living in a neighborhood that is not ours. Will you be afraid?
The car arrives at its destination. We got off their stuff - how little we need at the end of life! - And Aurora enters what will be his new home. Will you be afraid? Again
eyes, round and amazed. The receiving medical charge of the place. Aurora is meant, try to be friendly and attentive. So nice. Will you be afraid? The accompanying
know your room, places and people that will replace in everyday family life and a bit crazy which was used with two rebellious teenagers hanging around our house. Will you be afraid? Aurora
lunch with appetite, and I go out for coffee one time responsible for the place because they suggest. Will you be afraid? My heart and my stomach is one of pure pain and shrinkage. We should not make this decision. And if he dies of grief now? What will you do at night when we do not see? Will you be afraid? Will attend to it? Will it be cruel to her? Can be implied from strangers? Will you be afraid?
Place on your lightbox image of the Virgen de Lluch, accompanying some time, along with a picture frame with a picture of the last Christmas and a small vase with celestial flowers that I thought might like. The hug in his new bed, which is preparing to rest at nap time. I have nothing to do there. Return the next day.
The house is quiet. Your room: empty. 
Will fear? Open your eyes almost blind as if I were to name everything, every little detail of the outside world. beyond the four walls of your home. So long which has become owner of silence. More than ten years has been almost silent, including furniture, plants and the window that looked out, leaning on his stick pin.
Will fear? Aurora, sitting in the car that takes place other than their own, decide not to mourn. "I want to please the neighbors." "I've carefully as you could, my dear, we owe nothing." (That's what I understand last night as we were saying goodbye). Mama do not cry. Wanted him to. I feel better, I swear. But Aurora-Aurora still sees the world as the car moves into its new home.
Will fear? Can it survive this infernal pit? "At this thrust that my fatigue and give life ninety years behind him? Has his back to me and smiles at the driver. Spies on the streets, buildings, curious. Understand that living in a neighborhood that is not ours. Will you be afraid?
The car arrives at its destination. We got off their stuff - how little we need at the end of life! - And Aurora enters what will be his new home. Will you be afraid? Again
eyes, round and amazed. The receiving medical charge of the place. Aurora is meant, try to be friendly and attentive. So nice. Will you be afraid? The accompanying
know your room, places and people that will replace in everyday family life and a bit crazy which was used with two rebellious teenagers hanging around our house. Will you be afraid? Aurora
lunch with appetite, and I go out for coffee one time responsible for the place because they suggest. Will you be afraid? My heart and my stomach is one of pure pain and shrinkage. We should not make this decision. And if he dies of grief now? What will you do at night when we do not see? Will you be afraid? Will attend to it? Will it be cruel to her? Can be implied from strangers? Will you be afraid?
Place on your lightbox image of the Virgen de Lluch, accompanying some time, along with a picture frame with a picture of the last Christmas and a small vase with celestial flowers that I thought might like. The hug in his new bed, which is preparing to rest at nap time. I have nothing to do there. Return the next day.
The house is quiet. Your room: empty.
my heart also.
cry for two and through life. Return
everyday because I can not get the question of the bowels. It's like parting with a newborn baby. Aurora seems to me extremely fragile. Be afraid but I smile every time I come, and I assure you do not need to return every day to see it because it is good and better served.
have to be afraid ...! I hide it, no doubt! His mother's love is stronger than the desire to mourn and complain about your new situation! Why conceal their fears and discomfort!
back day after day, obsessively and at different times. I have to see the fear in his eyes at some point.
Arrive when you arrive, Aurora is calm, smiling, includes the garden, their comrades, winks at the maid who hands him a glass of water. Is he better than us?
This Thursday I will see it, and I find trying to put on a board lottery numbers the balls that the occupational therapist sings at the bingo. Within hours, a hairdresser will fix your hair. Will you be afraid? Oh
Aurora! Ninety years behind you can still amaze and teach. Teach me the flexibility and courage. As a good teacher you're giving me your wisdom, I hope to exploit. But yes, when I can digest it.
Because, Mommy, that now I'm afraid, definitely, I, your daughter ...
Cati Cobas
everyday because I can not get the question of the bowels. It's like parting with a newborn baby. Aurora seems to me extremely fragile. Be afraid but I smile every time I come, and I assure you do not need to return every day to see it because it is good and better served.
have to be afraid ...! I hide it, no doubt! His mother's love is stronger than the desire to mourn and complain about your new situation! Why conceal their fears and discomfort!
back day after day, obsessively and at different times. I have to see the fear in his eyes at some point.
Arrive when you arrive, Aurora is calm, smiling, includes the garden, their comrades, winks at the maid who hands him a glass of water. Is he better than us?
This Thursday I will see it, and I find trying to put on a board lottery numbers the balls that the occupational therapist sings at the bingo. Within hours, a hairdresser will fix your hair. Will you be afraid? Oh
Aurora! Ninety years behind you can still amaze and teach. Teach me the flexibility and courage. As a good teacher you're giving me your wisdom, I hope to exploit. But yes, when I can digest it.
Because, Mommy, that now I'm afraid, definitely, I, your daughter ...
Cati Cobas
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Tsa Dashboardhow Long
word diversity No. 18 and The Caticrónicas
Different words is a bimonthly magazine of literature and creative writing in English, created and directed by English writer Luis Enrique Prieto , maker also REMES , who along with a valuable team of collaborators, "intends, through it, be a serious respect in the world of Literature and Creative Writing , and a new window open to participation by all who wish to literary voice their concerns, or just gloat over your reading. "
This time has been published in the magazine, in Section " Points of View " two of my works
"Quinquela colors, faithful man"
and "The Catalans and the tango ... or the tango and the Catalans?
Needless to say I am very grateful for the publication.
Cati Cobas
Funny Going To The Gym Quotes
The Caticrónicas in Altango in Flores N ° 4
cultural magazine Al Tango Flores, who joins Catalonia Sabadell City http://catalunyatango.com/ this Buenos Aires where I live, has had the courtesy to publish, in its number 4, and through the Lord Mario Ernesto Llach, a researcher at the Catalan influence in the Río de la Plata, two Caticrónicas of my authorship. Are they "In the Parque Chacabuco" and "The Crucified Plaza." can be read by clicking on the image. 
Thanks in advance for honor.
Cati Cobas
Thanks in advance for honor. Cati Cobas
Is Cooperators A Good Insurance Company
225-Theory and Practice of gnocchi rioplatense
Also published, along with delicious recipes, Pasqualino Marchese (who kindly provided the photographs that illustrate this chronicle) in http://pasqualinonet. com.ar / gnocchi_ & _polenta.htm # Cati .
I have no doubt that when reviewing the history of the Argentine customs of the late nineteenth century and earlier this year, the theme of today try to occupy a place of honor. Because the issue of gnocchi, the dumplings, in their various meanings, is part of many households Argentine and I dare say that also Uruguayans, which transmits it to the basis of this review if it is a decidedly River Plate.
To my readers in other parts of the gnocchi begin by explaining that, like many other features ours, came "in boats." Its name derives, more precisely, "the Italian gnocchi, Gnocca plural, 'bun' and 'lump' or 'pellet', are within the category of pasta and potatoes are made with semolina and wheat flour (can be corn, nuts, etc.) or cheese ricotta cheese (with or without spinach). A variety well known in the regions of Friuli and Trentino-Alto Adige and called gnocchi di pane is made with bread crumbs. "
"Although typical of Latin cuisine, there are similar dishes prepared in Austria (Salzburger Nockerln), German, Hungarian, Slovenian, Russian, Venezuela and Paraguay."
"This meal of humble origin owes its creation to a conflict and that around 1880, the signori (lords) Italian used to be the owners of the mills where contadini (farmers) grind wheat to make flour Frumento ( wheat) with which they prepared their pastas. But at some point decided the signori rates increase the contadini prices paid to grind wheat. And at the sudden rising wheat flour, Italian peasants successfully underwent a substitute for flour, mashed potatoes, "that many times in this land so fond of cows, is replaced with the tasty ricotta.
The habit of eating gnocchi on twenty-ninth of each month recognizes two aspects. On the one hand, the fact that this is one of those dark days, where there is not much "dibs", "vento" Biyuya "money, in short, to buy meat or other high priced products and other , that the twenty-ninth day is one in which we honor St. Pantaleon, "legend that dates back to the eighth century. Then lived in Nicosia (Asia Major) a young doctor called Pantaleon, who, after converting to Christianity, traveled through northern Italy. There he performed miraculous cures for which he was canonized. Once when he asked a peasant bread Venetians, they invited him to share his poor table. Thankfully, he announced a year of bumper crops and fishing. The prophecy was fulfilled and many miracles happened. San Pantaleon was consecrated, on par with San Marcos-patron of Venice. That episode was a 29, therefore it is remembered that day with a simple meal represented by the gnocchi. "
The point is that any way whatsoever We, obviously, along with Uruguay, one people "ñoquicero."
gnocchi But the issue of not just yet.
Because readers look if it is not worthy of a study that also can be understood here by "gnocchi," a good punch. And more, a bonus, you get no longer red: when so mischievous, and in open collusion with the party, someone would refer to "Appendix" men's small size, could claim to possess a "gnocchi" or Worse, a "ñoquicito" ...
Cati Cobas 
Also published, along with delicious recipes, Pasqualino Marchese (who kindly provided the photographs that illustrate this chronicle) in http://pasqualinonet. com.ar / gnocchi_ & _polenta.htm # Cati .
I have no doubt that when reviewing the history of the Argentine customs of the late nineteenth century and earlier this year, the theme of today try to occupy a place of honor. Because the issue of gnocchi, the dumplings, in their various meanings, is part of many households Argentine and I dare say that also Uruguayans, which transmits it to the basis of this review if it is a decidedly River Plate. To my readers in other parts of the gnocchi begin by explaining that, like many other features ours, came "in boats." Its name derives, more precisely, "the Italian gnocchi, Gnocca plural, 'bun' and 'lump' or 'pellet', are within the category of pasta and potatoes are made with semolina and wheat flour (can be corn, nuts, etc.) or cheese ricotta cheese (with or without spinach). A variety well known in the regions of Friuli and Trentino-Alto Adige and called gnocchi di pane is made with bread crumbs. "
"Although typical of Latin cuisine, there are similar dishes prepared in Austria (Salzburger Nockerln), German, Hungarian, Slovenian, Russian, Venezuela and Paraguay."
"This meal of humble origin owes its creation to a conflict and that around 1880, the signori (lords) Italian used to be the owners of the mills where contadini (farmers) grind wheat to make flour Frumento ( wheat) with which they prepared their pastas. But at some point decided the signori rates increase the contadini prices paid to grind wheat. And at the sudden rising wheat flour, Italian peasants successfully underwent a substitute for flour, mashed potatoes, "that many times in this land so fond of cows, is replaced with the tasty ricotta.
So far, the reasons for the creation of the blessed gnocchi, and look better than ever applied the word "blessed" because for us, those soft, soft buns, wrapped in delicious spicy tomato sauce with good basil pesto and walnuts acquire religious features, at least miraculous or magical. All twenty-nine days each month 
many tables in the Rio de la Plata is shared at the family table a steaming source gnocchi, served in dishes under which placed a ticket in order to ensure compliance the old adage that "money calls the money." But ... watch out! because if the multiplier idea moved to another meaning of the word "gnocchi," we would be surrounded by useless drones and parasites. I mean the fact that these payments, certain "public servants" who obtained a position thanks to political patronage and come to her workplace to collect only once a month, on twenty-nine, also known as "gnocchi," referring to the usual food that defines us.
many tables in the Rio de la Plata is shared at the family table a steaming source gnocchi, served in dishes under which placed a ticket in order to ensure compliance the old adage that "money calls the money." But ... watch out! because if the multiplier idea moved to another meaning of the word "gnocchi," we would be surrounded by useless drones and parasites. I mean the fact that these payments, certain "public servants" who obtained a position thanks to political patronage and come to her workplace to collect only once a month, on twenty-nine, also known as "gnocchi," referring to the usual food that defines us. The habit of eating gnocchi on twenty-ninth of each month recognizes two aspects. On the one hand, the fact that this is one of those dark days, where there is not much "dibs", "vento" Biyuya "money, in short, to buy meat or other high priced products and other , that the twenty-ninth day is one in which we honor St. Pantaleon, "legend that dates back to the eighth century. Then lived in Nicosia (Asia Major) a young doctor called Pantaleon, who, after converting to Christianity, traveled through northern Italy. There he performed miraculous cures for which he was canonized. Once when he asked a peasant bread Venetians, they invited him to share his poor table. Thankfully, he announced a year of bumper crops and fishing. The prophecy was fulfilled and many miracles happened. San Pantaleon was consecrated, on par with San Marcos-patron of Venice. That episode was a 29, therefore it is remembered that day with a simple meal represented by the gnocchi. "
The point is that any way whatsoever We, obviously, along with Uruguay, one people "ñoquicero." gnocchi But the issue of not just yet.
Because readers look if it is not worthy of a study that also can be understood here by "gnocchi," a good punch. And more, a bonus, you get no longer red: when so mischievous, and in open collusion with the party, someone would refer to "Appendix" men's small size, could claim to possess a "gnocchi" or Worse, a "ñoquicito" ...
Oh, Lord! Italian grandparents would know "the rich linguistic heritage left us with soft and delicate mass of each of its authentic gnocchi peninsular?
Cati Cobas
And if you want to know special recipes for preparing a plate of gnocchi, I invite you to use Pasqualino Marchese on its Web
http : / / www.pasqualinonet.com.ar/gnocchi_&_polenta.htm
offers a rich variety preparations.
Note: The quotes belong to Wikipedia and the photo of the graffiti, pending approval, is http://www.flickr.com/photos/robertogreco/2108115817/ ( be withdrawn in case of denial of authorization)
http : / / www.pasqualinonet.com.ar/gnocchi_&_polenta.htm
offers a rich variety preparations.
Note: The quotes belong to Wikipedia and the photo of the graffiti, pending approval, is http://www.flickr.com/photos/robertogreco/2108115817/ ( be withdrawn in case of denial of authorization)
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Where To Customize Pinnies
"From" possesions 'and grandparents' in Balearic Exterior
Again I must thank the Foundation page of the Balearic Islands in the Foreign and echo my story mentioned in the title. Thank you very much indeed. http://www.balearexterior.com/news.php?viewStory=446
Cati Cobas
Friday, June 5, 2009
When To Take A Bath After Hysterectomy
Islands Pel Món in Buenos Aires
On Monday June 8 to 23 hours of Mallorca, 18, when Argentina , airs the program in which I had the joy of participating and whose backstage just wrote, in the account at the bottom of this post. I have the hope that biting where it says "live" we can see the program in Argentina over the Internet.
On Monday June 8 to 23 hours of Mallorca, 18, when Argentina , airs the program in which I had the joy of participating and whose backstage just wrote, in the account at the bottom of this post. I have the hope that biting where it says "live" we can see the program in Argentina over the Internet. Buenos Aires and I hope ...
Cati Cobas
Help Heal Redness From Eczema
223 - "Behind the scene" - Backstage of my participation in the Balearic Islands in Buenos Aires Pel Mon
Buenos Aires told by a granddaughter of the Balearic Islands in a TV show you would see on the islands! What a temptation!
confess without shame that I completed the entry form Pel Mon Islands still more enthusiastically than the "biker" Buenos Aires injured, battered and bleeding that, closer to the Grim Reaper of Life, responded, almost cheerful by minute fame, to questions on camera from a Chronicle TV columnist feeling "like a
Formula One." Y called me!
Laura Durán, Director, informed me by telephone that would be interviewed in different parts of my city for a young team led by journalist Josep Ibiza Angel Costa, which responds to the pseudonym of Soldat (Soldier) and have the opportunity to recount in Mallorca Castilian my experiences tinged "balearic" two generations after my four grandparents decided to "make America" \u200b\u200bon this side of the "pond."
Wednesday March 11, 2009 6:00 a.m.
: I prepare and arrange Mirtha Legrand feeling better before lunch. What nerves nervous! How will it all? Will I make a fool of in front of the cameras? Is it appropriate that I chose clothes? Do I trabaré speaking in Majorca? Will time my Aunt Mary Ellen to take over for a few hours of his sister, the nonagenarian author of my days?
7:00 a.m.: all goes well, I think, and delivery swift, to the first location in Plaza de Mayo.
8 a.m.: Indeed. The language I work while I try to tell the Plaza. What happens to these people? You never saw a woman kills a young fattened in the eyes of the magic lens? Obviously, it is unusual to do on camera TV and soundman least one recording the scene. The curious crowd, I think that at any moment appear Rial Canosa and (to outsiders, two journalists of "gossip" in Argentina). Best
impossible. I say, the sunny day. Best: Impossible. It seems the way that blue sky makes me feel so proud to see our flag waving in it. What a strange sensation to have the language of my grandparents, my own land!
"But ... why that young man looks at us with a mocking grin? Is that the expression on the face of Soldat after drinking the bitter brew pampas is indescribable. Poor! What to do for a living!
ask me to tell you about the handkerchiefs painted on the ground around the Pyramid of May, about who was Perón for us and a shame (yes, that there is no other word), a modesty "historic" invade me. Despite it, I try to retrace the time from my love for both sides and have our things so true to my feelings.
11 AM: I'm alone in the Recoleta Cemetery. The team has been shooting pictures in the middle of summer. I am proud of this place of Buenos Aires and its sculptures and corners. I relish thinking about look at the Reina del Plata through this place so special. Path through the vaults Rufinita looking Cambaceres figure because I think that you can not stop talking about her and her magical apparitions, nor of Eva Duarte, who lies here ... all in vain.
arrive "boys" (for me and were "kids") and I take notice that the director of the cemetery does not allow filming if you have not made the request in writing a ton in advance! I propose to resolve "the Creole", or going as tourists to the place, while we shot "bootleg", but Brown, the producer of the group, a charming Argentina, holding me and says we'll go to Parque Lezama counting the source Buenos Aires ...
1 PM: While filmed in the middle of the statues which stood Sabato some of his characters in a novel, live within a film. This Buenos Aires is decidedly
I am ashamed ... Sitting on a bench, Soldat and I talked about the history of our city, on the curious
it was founded twice and my now famous sobrasada to Argentina, while a young man threatens to completely dislocated broken glass from a beer bottle, asking for money, to Daniel, the soundman Madrid, Enrique, Canary cameraman and my interviewer did not see anything of what happens behind them and continue as if nothing while I, my voice choked in my throat trying to dig into the depths of my mind for the right word for that shooting is not interrupted ... What a moment! Finally, an assistant team manages to "convince" the thief to leave and Brown seeks a policeman, while he tells them that calls for a return to the cemetery to film the dead that surely would have been quieter than the "living "Lezama Park.
3 PM: Lunch at the British Bar. I do not know if "the boys" at this point would have preferred being alone, but I do not want to be without them. And I invite you, very kind to share his lunch, I Sorry, haste, lest they repent ...
Young, enthusiastic, these pilgrims of the TV up a team of other nice and was a delight to know.
From Soldat, with its air
somewhat brash bohemian but warm and intelligent at the same time, to Daniel and his mischievous eyes that laugh alone, to Henry, the nice "canary" and Morena, the girl Rosario the nostalgic look and delicate sweetness, which I'd love to see someday, not to mention Diego, driver and helper rather Buenos Aires, each and every one do the impossible by making me a more of them. And that, so simple, becomes those hours at a party, a real lull in my life,
9 PM: We say goodbye in San Juan and Boedo. In the Esquina Homero Manzi, more precisely. Buenos Aires says goodbye Pel Mon Islands with a tango ... good as it gets!
say goodbye, with tenderness, these young travelers who are concerned with linking the world to count on the islands and their children wherever they live it. Hopefully prepare material worthy of the affection I feel for my country and my roots. Argentina worthy of this so beautiful and so full of contradictions and that Mallorca to my grandparents and my parents taught me to live in parallel.
Farewell, Soldat! Up always, "kids"! Thank you! Good luck wherever you go!
Know that in Buenos Aires have a friend who kept in a corner of his soul that hour lived with you because he considers them, definitely, and to paraphrase the eponymous film, "Something to remember." Cati Cobas
confess without shame that I completed the entry form Pel Mon Islands still more enthusiastically than the "biker" Buenos Aires injured, battered and bleeding that, closer to the Grim Reaper of Life, responded, almost cheerful by minute fame, to questions on camera from a Chronicle TV columnist feeling "like a
Formula One." Y called me! Laura Durán, Director, informed me by telephone that would be interviewed in different parts of my city for a young team led by journalist Josep Ibiza Angel Costa, which responds to the pseudonym of Soldat (Soldier) and have the opportunity to recount in Mallorca Castilian my experiences tinged "balearic" two generations after my four grandparents decided to "make America" \u200b\u200bon this side of the "pond."
Wednesday March 11, 2009 6:00 a.m.
: I prepare and arrange Mirtha Legrand feeling better before lunch. What nerves nervous! How will it all? Will I make a fool of in front of the cameras? Is it appropriate that I chose clothes? Do I trabaré speaking in Majorca? Will time my Aunt Mary Ellen to take over for a few hours of his sister, the nonagenarian author of my days?
7:00 a.m.: all goes well, I think, and delivery swift, to the first location in Plaza de Mayo.
8 a.m.: Indeed. The language I work while I try to tell the Plaza. What happens to these people? You never saw a woman kills a young fattened in the eyes of the magic lens? Obviously, it is unusual to do on camera TV and soundman least one recording the scene. The curious crowd, I think that at any moment appear Rial Canosa and (to outsiders, two journalists of "gossip" in Argentina). Best
impossible. I say, the sunny day. Best: Impossible. It seems the way that blue sky makes me feel so proud to see our flag waving in it. What a strange sensation to have the language of my grandparents, my own land!
"But ... why that young man looks at us with a mocking grin? Is that the expression on the face of Soldat after drinking the bitter brew pampas is indescribable. Poor! What to do for a living!
ask me to tell you about the handkerchiefs painted on the ground around the Pyramid of May, about who was Perón for us and a shame (yes, that there is no other word), a modesty "historic" invade me. Despite it, I try to retrace the time from my love for both sides and have our things so true to my feelings.
11 AM: I'm alone in the Recoleta Cemetery. The team has been shooting pictures in the middle of summer. I am proud of this place of Buenos Aires and its sculptures and corners. I relish thinking about look at the Reina del Plata through this place so special. Path through the vaults Rufinita looking Cambaceres figure because I think that you can not stop talking about her and her magical apparitions, nor of Eva Duarte, who lies here ... all in vain.
arrive "boys" (for me and were "kids") and I take notice that the director of the cemetery does not allow filming if you have not made the request in writing a ton in advance! I propose to resolve "the Creole", or going as tourists to the place, while we shot "bootleg", but Brown, the producer of the group, a charming Argentina, holding me and says we'll go to Parque Lezama counting the source Buenos Aires ...
1 PM: While filmed in the middle of the statues which stood Sabato some of his characters in a novel, live within a film. This Buenos Aires is decidedly
I am ashamed ... Sitting on a bench, Soldat and I talked about the history of our city, on the curious
it was founded twice and my now famous sobrasada to Argentina, while a young man threatens to completely dislocated broken glass from a beer bottle, asking for money, to Daniel, the soundman Madrid, Enrique, Canary cameraman and my interviewer did not see anything of what happens behind them and continue as if nothing while I, my voice choked in my throat trying to dig into the depths of my mind for the right word for that shooting is not interrupted ... What a moment! Finally, an assistant team manages to "convince" the thief to leave and Brown seeks a policeman, while he tells them that calls for a return to the cemetery to film the dead that surely would have been quieter than the "living "Lezama Park. 3 PM: Lunch at the British Bar. I do not know if "the boys" at this point would have preferred being alone, but I do not want to be without them. And I invite you, very kind to share his lunch, I Sorry, haste, lest they repent ...
Young, enthusiastic, these pilgrims of the TV up a team of other nice and was a delight to know.
From Soldat, with its air
somewhat brash bohemian but warm and intelligent at the same time, to Daniel and his mischievous eyes that laugh alone, to Henry, the nice "canary" and Morena, the girl Rosario the nostalgic look and delicate sweetness, which I'd love to see someday, not to mention Diego, driver and helper rather Buenos Aires, each and every one do the impossible by making me a more of them. And that, so simple, becomes those hours at a party, a real lull in my life, 9 PM: We say goodbye in San Juan and Boedo. In the Esquina Homero Manzi, more precisely. Buenos Aires says goodbye Pel Mon Islands with a tango ... good as it gets!
say goodbye, with tenderness, these young travelers who are concerned with linking the world to count on the islands and their children wherever they live it. Hopefully prepare material worthy of the affection I feel for my country and my roots. Argentina worthy of this so beautiful and so full of contradictions and that Mallorca to my grandparents and my parents taught me to live in parallel.
Farewell, Soldat! Up always, "kids"! Thank you! Good luck wherever you go!
Know that in Buenos Aires have a friend who kept in a corner of his soul that hour lived with you because he considers them, definitely, and to paraphrase the eponymous film, "Something to remember." Cati Cobas
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Jaw Bone Showing Through Gum
"The Catalan and Balearic Islands, the tango y. .." in Exterior Balear 222-White
Again the website of the Foreign Balearic Foundation has echoed one of my chronicles. As always, thanks.
Cati Cobas
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Are Ginger Snaps Good For Dogs
Radiant ... (Wedding dresses, Communion and Baptism in the Municipal Museum of Allen)
I do not know if readers agree, but since I wrote this chronicle of Thomas Orell, the peasant of the Upper Valley, I made friends Cyber \u200b\u200bMuseum Director Allen , which responds to the name of Lorenzo Brevi. What magic of the Internet that allows us to be at the same time in Palma de Mallorca and the Upper Valley! And all without leaving our house! Right?
Lorenzo Brevi and his staff work hard to make the memory of his people to keep more and more alive, more alert and well it does, because only the memory prevents us from stumbling two
times with the same stone.
This is how the memory of the Río Negro has to happen from the museum's temporary exhibitions, and delineations of its people, those pioneers who made our south. Others, jobs, jobs, tools, features, citizens and all that concerns the life of Allen and surrounding areas.
But this time, Don Brevi and his acolytes have put us romantics. And they are so beautiful images that made me come, my soul "Susie" (sorry for Quino) could not resist the call of this story.
is so easy to imagine the girls, who struggled
our south accompanying their parents pioneers, clad in satin and silk folds of which adorn the living ... or think of the row of communicants, proud of the hoops that arming their plumeti organza dresses, going to the church in the main square. Also why not? see the babies, ready to "Christian" as it was then, at the foot of the Font. These costumes, these bouquets and tiaras, these beggars and capotitas, accompanied by photographs to say everything in a traditional time romantic, sometimes a little naive to some one if not disingenuous, but certainly valuable and representative of a time and customs.
How beautiful to the families of the brides of yesteryear to find in the museum manikins representing their mothers or grandmothers at a unique moment of their lives, bringing an image that might have been imagined only in black and white ! It is your own history that gives this exhibition. What doubt?
So if any of you walk through the area, be sure to visit Don Brevi and white dresses. It will be a beautiful way to remember blossoms in the valley where they grow the best apples in Argentina. And in those blossoms, all the families that made Patagonia a site worthy of pride.
Cati Cobas
I do not know if readers agree, but since I wrote this chronicle of Thomas Orell, the peasant of the Upper Valley, I made friends Cyber \u200b\u200bMuseum Director Allen , which responds to the name of Lorenzo Brevi. What magic of the Internet that allows us to be at the same time in Palma de Mallorca and the Upper Valley! And all without leaving our house! Right? Lorenzo Brevi and his staff work hard to make the memory of his people to keep more and more alive, more alert and well it does, because only the memory prevents us from stumbling two
times with the same stone. This is how the memory of the Río Negro has to happen from the museum's temporary exhibitions, and delineations of its people, those pioneers who made our south. Others, jobs, jobs, tools, features, citizens and all that concerns the life of Allen and surrounding areas.
But this time, Don Brevi and his acolytes have put us romantics. And they are so beautiful images that made me come, my soul "Susie" (sorry for Quino) could not resist the call of this story.
is so easy to imagine the girls, who struggled
our south accompanying their parents pioneers, clad in satin and silk folds of which adorn the living ... or think of the row of communicants, proud of the hoops that arming their plumeti organza dresses, going to the church in the main square. Also why not? see the babies, ready to "Christian" as it was then, at the foot of the Font. These costumes, these bouquets and tiaras, these beggars and capotitas, accompanied by photographs to say everything in a traditional time romantic, sometimes a little naive to some one if not disingenuous, but certainly valuable and representative of a time and customs. 
How beautiful to the families of the brides of yesteryear to find in the museum manikins representing their mothers or grandmothers at a unique moment of their lives, bringing an image that might have been imagined only in black and white ! It is your own history that gives this exhibition. What doubt? So if any of you walk through the area, be sure to visit Don Brevi and white dresses. It will be a beautiful way to remember blossoms in the valley where they grow the best apples in Argentina. And in those blossoms, all the families that made Patagonia a site worthy of pride.
Cati Cobas
Sunday, May 17, 2009
How To Repair Two-thousand Mustang Front Bumper
"Rigo Pontius Watch" on the website of Foreign Balear
The chronicle of the watch maker carpenter Nadal already has a place on the page "L'Outer Islands Foundation." can read
Many thanks, as always ...
Cati Cobas
Saturday, May 16, 2009
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221 - sexagenarian no!
Calendar Girls
sexagenarian no!
In Silvia, all the "Girls of the facu"
"Berazategui: sexagenarian riddled by reason of theft in a supermarket." The owner slapped me in a very unpleasant one morning in 2009. How dare that bastard journalist talk of a young woman of sixty, who are celebrating today in Silvia and we meet all the girls in the "facu?
The reality is yes. We are becoming a sexagenarian. Where are
the minishort, the maxi and the platforms that made us feel immensely higher than they were? Must be filed with Bunuel, Polanski, Alain Delon and Peter Sellers, with Palito and La Viole or Neil Sedaka and Paul Anka in a third dimension somewhere. How far we seem to John Lennon and Vietnam, the man on the moon and MODART at Night or the Black Warrior and thickly, at night delivery ... Where walk the Italian girl who came to marry? Surely be of romance with Rolando Rivas and taking Yolanka Yogourt Silvia's mother had kept us in the fridge for those evenings of endless study in Vicente López.
Actually, I think all these characters are where they belong: in yesterday. We are here today, as young as Nacha but with less surgery, as elegant as Mirtha but not so corny and so passionate as Susana Monzón but ... no, Darin or Cork. We're joined presbyopia and a roll (better minimized, because all do not go alone), the cholesterol pill or pressure, the periodontist and a barber magic. Because it ... We dyed hair, gym or walk or do yoga, we look for such duds as to hide the waist, several hours we discussed the question of whether we put on the elegant or comfortable shoes to dance all night without being bothered by bunions, in our case very special and wonderful, next to the same partner we chose back in the seventies of last century.
We are a generation that sought to combine the classroom to the kitchen, with Woody Alen Burda, Mafalda with Suzie, the university and work with motherhood. We were really daring. And all that have passed forty years. Yes! We sixties. Many of the dads and moms who helped us so much when we were studying to become a person very dear to all are gone. Among us there are some who have suffered incredible pain and who else who least "the past." But here we are: after yard and inflation, times of survivors still sing of World Circulars 78 and Saturday Mancera, here we are in the fight against dengue and swine flu, cradling our first grandchild and, in some cases, educating teens still ... We
sixties but when we get together, when we talked on the phone, when we see ourselves and recognize when we realize that we are still standing, fighting and hopefully when we get the belt and paint our nails and left the house as if we expect others out there sixty years at least, as in the days when we sat on the lawn of City University for lunch, glancing at the boys that passed, we are not really women of sixty, but only with a beautiful ...
"Berazategui: sexagenarian riddled by reason of theft in a supermarket." The owner slapped me in a very unpleasant one morning in 2009. How dare that bastard journalist talk of a young woman of sixty, who are celebrating today in Silvia and we meet all the girls in the "facu?
The reality is yes. We are becoming a sexagenarian. Where are
the minishort, the maxi and the platforms that made us feel immensely higher than they were? Must be filed with Bunuel, Polanski, Alain Delon and Peter Sellers, with Palito and La Viole or Neil Sedaka and Paul Anka in a third dimension somewhere. How far we seem to John Lennon and Vietnam, the man on the moon and MODART at Night or the Black Warrior and thickly, at night delivery ... Where walk the Italian girl who came to marry? Surely be of romance with Rolando Rivas and taking Yolanka Yogourt Silvia's mother had kept us in the fridge for those evenings of endless study in Vicente López.
Actually, I think all these characters are where they belong: in yesterday. We are here today, as young as Nacha but with less surgery, as elegant as Mirtha but not so corny and so passionate as Susana Monzón but ... no, Darin or Cork. We're joined presbyopia and a roll (better minimized, because all do not go alone), the cholesterol pill or pressure, the periodontist and a barber magic. Because it ... We dyed hair, gym or walk or do yoga, we look for such duds as to hide the waist, several hours we discussed the question of whether we put on the elegant or comfortable shoes to dance all night without being bothered by bunions, in our case very special and wonderful, next to the same partner we chose back in the seventies of last century.
We are a generation that sought to combine the classroom to the kitchen, with Woody Alen Burda, Mafalda with Suzie, the university and work with motherhood. We were really daring. And all that have passed forty years. Yes! We sixties. Many of the dads and moms who helped us so much when we were studying to become a person very dear to all are gone. Among us there are some who have suffered incredible pain and who else who least "the past." But here we are: after yard and inflation, times of survivors still sing of World Circulars 78 and Saturday Mancera, here we are in the fight against dengue and swine flu, cradling our first grandchild and, in some cases, educating teens still ... We
sixties but when we get together, when we talked on the phone, when we see ourselves and recognize when we realize that we are still standing, fighting and hopefully when we get the belt and paint our nails and left the house as if we expect others out there sixty years at least, as in the days when we sat on the lawn of City University for lunch, glancing at the boys that passed, we are not really women of sixty, but only with a beautiful ...
Calendar Girls
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Wedding Koorai Saree Prices
220 - A Book "movie" (El Ateneo Grand Splendid in Buenos Aires)
Chepsy Dedicated to Miriam, the godmother of my reviews, because this library is "our" place in the world, Angela, who loves books as much as his aunt new and Jorge, my husband, I suggest the title ... What do we mean when we say a fact, an object, a situation are "movie"? Then we see them particularly original, superlatively
unique, having a special character. Right? In short, they go beyond reality and belong to the world of fantasy, fiction, the realization of the impossible, in some cases. Today I will talk about a book in which there is a very particular duality is "film" for supremely unique, original especially, for their exceptional character, but it is also li-te-ral-men- I "movie" because he could host the Cine-Teatro Gran Splendid, a huge movie-theater hierarchy in Buenos Aires.
Mercedes, my daughter and I could not fit in the pride we feel when we invite our visitors to know the library Majorcan At
The eneo in the heart of Santa Fe Avenue will not be too vain to boast omitted the fact that it was considered by the British newspaper The Guardian as the second most beautiful bookstore in the world, after the Dominican Selexyz Boekhandel Maastricht, located in a church belonging to the Dominicans, back in the southeastern Netherlands. The second most beautiful bookstore in the world! I think ... The same, our city \u200b\u200bbeautiful and beloved, a lover of books to have a section on Corrientes dedicated to them and a giant book fair international prestige and quite level, but in which I am sorry that my visitors have to hurt the children the street without adequate social support, or be surprised at the mess of traffic, has the privilege of a dream like this. Who should be the merit? I would, without doubt, a 
h urra primal Mordechai David Glücksmann (Max Glucksmann), born in Austria in 1875 and emigrated at the age of fifteen years in Argentina. This extraordinary man began doing business as an employee of the House of Photography Lepage, in Bolivar to 300 and ended his days in Buenos Aires in 1946, seventy-owning movie theaters, in addition to having been a pioneer of Argentine cinema movie times dumb and director of the news he called News. Yes this man so special that it was also the owner of record label EMI, which immortalized his music Carlitos Gardel, José Razzano, Roberto Firpo and Francisco Canaro among many authors and Interpreter of native music.
Again, friends, and tirelessly, that Max Glucksmann and his undoubted genius should be the Queen of the Plata Cine-Teatro building before us.
h urra primal Mordechai David Glücksmann (Max Glucksmann), born in Austria in 1875 and emigrated at the age of fifteen years in Argentina. This extraordinary man began doing business as an employee of the House of Photography Lepage, in Bolivar to 300 and ended his days in Buenos Aires in 1946, seventy-owning movie theaters, in addition to having been a pioneer of Argentine cinema movie times dumb and director of the news he called News. Yes this man so special that it was also the owner of record label EMI, which immortalized his music Carlitos Gardel, José Razzano, Roberto Firpo and Francisco Canaro among many authors and Interpreter of native music. Again, friends, and tirelessly, that Max Glucksmann and his undoubted genius should be the Queen of the Plata Cine-Teatro building before us.
belongs to Academics in regard to its line style was built on the grounds of an old carriage factory, then occupied by the National Theatre North opened in 1919. Architects on project Peró and Armengol, and a valuable dome decorated by the Italian master Otalani, started its activities as theater room, with the ostentatious name foreignizing Splendid Theatre.
Cinema - theater lived every success. From the tango festivals of the early twentieth century to the best feature films of the fifties and sixties.
course all that happens, and in this case, perhaps celestial designs who arranged, the old walls have gained new life to be conditioned by the traditional signature El Ateneo, as a enormísima bookstore shelves filled with books and filling plethoric locals turn our hearts to self immodesty.
course all that happens, and in this case, perhaps celestial designs who arranged, the old walls have gained new life to be conditioned by the traditional signature El Ateneo, as a enormísima bookstore shelves filled with books and filling plethoric locals turn our hearts to self immodesty.
What better tribute to a pioneer of culture that have become his theater in a bookstore! How proud you must be Mr. Max watching "his" creation full of readers and tourists!
Come and see, distinguished readers, the boxes poking their gold, crimson upholstery and curtains, the delicious aroma of paper thousands of perfectly ordered and aligned shelves at different levels of the room! Come, finally a delicious coffee drink backstage become original stage confectionery! Behold, entranced, the dome that crowns the room with an allegorical representation of Peace, painted as a celebration for the end of the 
World War! And if not logic tell us our pride as residents of Buenos Aires ...
World War! And if not logic tell us our pride as residents of Buenos Aires ... A library really "movie." The movie twice, as I said at the beginning of my story. Come
Buenos Aires, ladies and gentlemen, there will always be in this city, despite the many things we must improve, places worthy of a rating as we have chosen to El Ateneo Gran Splendid and original way to approach the beauty of human creations!
Cati Cobas
Sunday, April 26, 2009
About Rice Mill Business
219-Brisas del Norte (in the Rose Garden of Palermo)
Covas JA Riera Photography 
We had a big shake up the silver full moon in the middle of April. You know? Apolonia
"Madonna" and Joana Aina, "Queen" of my chronic travelers have spent a few days with us in Buenos Aires this fall without fall atypical bringing gay life Mallorcan air, still flying in every corner of our house.
still can not rid of the "Ls" of my cousin and I think I'll find it at dawn, sitting in my kitchen, grumbling against the "jet-lag and its effects. I think, again, that is still around here willing to continue living together and sixty June or September the adventure of feeling complicit in his first two truant schoolgirls.
I think for the same reason, Mercedes, my Mercedes, continues talking about how nice it was to talk and walking with Joana Aina, knowing how much she liked the soft modes of this newly discovered, and looked raw in his voice and his soft-spoken, to worlds hitherto unknown to her. Fernando also recognizes that 
seduced by their ways and those pictures as beautiful as it brought memories of the aurora borealis he met in his trip to Greenland. Quite a character this girl quiet and curious, observant, warm, quiet and loving at the same time.
For me, it was a truce. A stop and concentrate efforts solely on the enjoyment, the enjoyment in the sun and walking. In the laugh and show my land, which are two things that act on me like miraculous balm.
is that it's been five days of intense adventure. To rediscover places with tourist eyes. I will not repeat myself. I have told the Tigre and La Boca, San Telmo and Recoleta, the tango and milonga until the cows. However, Buenos Aires is so beautiful ... and so generous as to always put their foot visitor something new, something different.
This time for me something different has come up with perfume, with sweet, sweet aroma of roses, for essences harmonize with the title of this review, inhabit the north of my city, the good old Rose Garden of Palermo.
rose And if we talk we can not ignore that Rosas, General Don Juan Manuel de Rosas, controversial man of our history, the land belonged Tres de Febrero Park, which is the name that area of \u200b\u200bthe city that proud.
But Sarmiento and his vision owe this marvel of Buenos Aires, indeed. It is said: "The creation of the Park and Zoo and Botanical Institute Palermo, which included both Sarmiento plan, would also give the city
the first landscape gardens also designed by him here . No longer the thing to take civics lesson, opening one walk in the ancient possession of Roses, to Sarmiento, the representative of the late colonial and calling it with the data of Caseros. He wanted the famous Palermo de San Benito, residence of the tyrant, and so fearful or hateful to many Argentines, redeem his bad reputation, offering everyone free recreation of the beautiful trees ...
When the love is appreciated now popular to this trip, which according to Sarmiento forecasting is "the favorite of Buenos Aires", a hard time imagining the unanimous disfavor with which the city hosted its idea, the insults and sarcasm that so attracted him. The distance and bad roads were the two main arguments. No one but then he conceived the future greatness of Buenos Aires, no one appreciated his thorough argument that the Paseo would transform the bad roads in magnificent ways: the existing streets and Santa Fe Las Heras He personally directed the work. There, among the thickets and swamps, was riding with his straw hat to work for beauty and health, while the city, with significant rebellion of the child, crying his dirty face. "
Our first picture takes place then, at the foot of a statue of Sarmiento, while the raw story stories and events, while we rejoice in the sun and the breeze soft and aromatic, with lakes and the white feathers of ducks glisten in the sun on a January morning in the middle of April. What a gift of life!
The lake, the bridge and turn flowers around us and allow us to admire even more the Buenos Aires of contrasts, where they continue to live the Bible and boiler, as Discepolín said. Admire the hundreds and hundreds of roses that seem to be incredible secrets of elves and fairies. Because this place full of color and light is undoubtedly the ideal place to dwell. And if not, ask the spirit of those in custody.
Is this woman crazy? You say. No way! What other guards so that the beauty of flowers and loving friends of elves and fairies might be seen in William Shakespeare, Rosalia de Castro and Alfonsina Storni, Dante Alighieri and Federico García Lorca, Antonio Machado and Jorge Luis Borges, bronze eternal guardians of the Garden of the Poets?
Every corner offers different pleasures. If you can even admire ca cer
our national flower, the flower of kapok, which glitters in red right there, stabbing the bluest sky imaginable ...
Knowing that we still await many spells from that angelic meeting soon to meet the first two years, thinking each and every one of the family members who are with us in spirit, past the Rose and continue down my city with joy. Also
and in joy, I write this chronicle, whose sole purpose is to always leave a record of meetings and renewed joy. Whose goal is to write the magic of those breezes that now, from the north, in Buenos Aires, and perhaps, at a time, from the south and Mallorca, transported perfumes of tenderness and affection for family members continue to say "thanks" to the life.
Cati Cobas
"Madonna" and Joana Aina, "Queen" of my chronic travelers have spent a few days with us in Buenos Aires this fall without fall atypical bringing gay life Mallorcan air, still flying in every corner of our house.
still can not rid of the "Ls" of my cousin and I think I'll find it at dawn, sitting in my kitchen, grumbling against the "jet-lag and its effects. I think, again, that is still around here willing to continue living together and sixty June or September the adventure of feeling complicit in his first two truant schoolgirls.
I think for the same reason, Mercedes, my Mercedes, continues talking about how nice it was to talk and walking with Joana Aina, knowing how much she liked the soft modes of this newly discovered, and looked raw in his voice and his soft-spoken, to worlds hitherto unknown to her. Fernando also recognizes that 
seduced by their ways and those pictures as beautiful as it brought memories of the aurora borealis he met in his trip to Greenland. Quite a character this girl quiet and curious, observant, warm, quiet and loving at the same time. For me, it was a truce. A stop and concentrate efforts solely on the enjoyment, the enjoyment in the sun and walking. In the laugh and show my land, which are two things that act on me like miraculous balm.
is that it's been five days of intense adventure. To rediscover places with tourist eyes. I will not repeat myself. I have told the Tigre and La Boca, San Telmo and Recoleta, the tango and milonga until the cows. However, Buenos Aires is so beautiful ... and so generous as to always put their foot visitor something new, something different.
This time for me something different has come up with perfume, with sweet, sweet aroma of roses, for essences harmonize with the title of this review, inhabit the north of my city, the good old Rose Garden of Palermo.
rose And if we talk we can not ignore that Rosas, General Don Juan Manuel de Rosas, controversial man of our history, the land belonged Tres de Febrero Park, which is the name that area of \u200b\u200bthe city that proud.
But Sarmiento and his vision owe this marvel of Buenos Aires, indeed. It is said: "The creation of the Park and Zoo and Botanical Institute Palermo, which included both Sarmiento plan, would also give the city
the first landscape gardens also designed by him here . No longer the thing to take civics lesson, opening one walk in the ancient possession of Roses, to Sarmiento, the representative of the late colonial and calling it with the data of Caseros. He wanted the famous Palermo de San Benito, residence of the tyrant, and so fearful or hateful to many Argentines, redeem his bad reputation, offering everyone free recreation of the beautiful trees ... When the love is appreciated now popular to this trip, which according to Sarmiento forecasting is "the favorite of Buenos Aires", a hard time imagining the unanimous disfavor with which the city hosted its idea, the insults and sarcasm that so attracted him. The distance and bad roads were the two main arguments. No one but then he conceived the future greatness of Buenos Aires, no one appreciated his thorough argument that the Paseo would transform the bad roads in magnificent ways: the existing streets and Santa Fe Las Heras He personally directed the work. There, among the thickets and swamps, was riding with his straw hat to work for beauty and health, while the city, with significant rebellion of the child, crying his dirty face. "
Our first picture takes place then, at the foot of a statue of Sarmiento, while the raw story stories and events, while we rejoice in the sun and the breeze soft and aromatic, with lakes and the white feathers of ducks glisten in the sun on a January morning in the middle of April. What a gift of life! The lake, the bridge and turn flowers around us and allow us to admire even more the Buenos Aires of contrasts, where they continue to live the Bible and boiler, as Discepolín said. Admire the hundreds and hundreds of roses that seem to be incredible secrets of elves and fairies. Because this place full of color and light is undoubtedly the ideal place to dwell. And if not, ask the spirit of those in custody.
Is this woman crazy? You say. No way! What other guards so that the beauty of flowers and loving friends of elves and fairies might be seen in William Shakespeare, Rosalia de Castro and Alfonsina Storni, Dante Alighieri and Federico García Lorca, Antonio Machado and Jorge Luis Borges, bronze eternal guardians of the Garden of the Poets? Every corner offers different pleasures. If you can even admire ca cer
our national flower, the flower of kapok, which glitters in red right there, stabbing the bluest sky imaginable ... Knowing that we still await many spells from that angelic meeting soon to meet the first two years, thinking each and every one of the family members who are with us in spirit, past the Rose and continue down my city with joy. Also
and in joy, I write this chronicle, whose sole purpose is to always leave a record of meetings and renewed joy. Whose goal is to write the magic of those breezes that now, from the north, in Buenos Aires, and perhaps, at a time, from the south and Mallorca, transported perfumes of tenderness and affection for family members continue to say "thanks" to the life.
Cati Cobas
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