Again the website of the Foreign Balearic Foundation has echoed one of my chronicles. As always, thanks.
Cati Cobas
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Jaw Bone Showing Through Gum
"The Catalan and Balearic Islands, the tango y. .." in Exterior Balear 222-White
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
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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!
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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 ...
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