Saturday, January 25, 2014
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
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Sunday, January 19, 2014
Spain, a cadaverous country, fed by corruption and decomposition.
Since the arrival of Prime minister Rajoy to Moncloa's office in November of 2011, the Government has raised 41 times the taxes pressure over the Spaniards by creating new taxes or simply by increasing the taxation of the ones already created. We can state that millions of people in Spain have been fooled by the ones who promised to serve the country. The Partido Popular in the office did not do any of the most important reforms that the country really needs: the elimination of the omnipresent corruption in all the institutions, the continuous splurge, the installment of effective measures to dissipate the huge ratio of unemployment and the reduction of the size of the public organizations subsidized with the money of the citizens.
After two consecutive terms of socialists leading the country to perdition, Rajoy is doing the same as his predecessor, even worse, because never before the amount of taxes over the Spaniards had been so oppressive.
Actually, we can admit that Rajoy's term is just the third one of Zapatero. None of the main socialist laws and reforms have been eliminated. There is a complete continuation in the legacy of Zapatero, a ruthless
continuation of that legacy that keeps impoverishing the country day after day.
But the worse of it, it is that there is not any solution for this. The country is so corrupted that there is not any possibility to be led by any other group rather than socialists or PP. After all the corruption, injustice, cruelty,
unemployment, lies, abuses and incompetence, the Spaniards today would keep voting to these parties in more than the 50%. In other words, more than half of the nation is accomplice with what is happening in the
country.
There is not hope, nor future for Spain with the response of its inhabitants. How is it possible to keep voting these two parties, that are the same one, after all? I have a theory, by which the explanation is simple: the lack of pirnciples, self-respect, moral values and dignity that characterize the present Spanish society. For more than a half of the nation, it became irrelevant that their representatives are corrupted and are taking them to poverty and misery. For them, the knowledge of truth does not matter anymore. For more than a half of the Spaniards there is not any political cost from so much atrocity. There is none.
Spain is nowadays a languishing land, dragging itself day after day, with grayish countenances, convinced by its cowardice that the best thing to do when you became a slave, is to do nothing, just like its president.
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Inspirational quotes
-God doesn't give you the people you want, He gives you the people you need. To help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you and to make you the person you were meant to be.
-Keep going. Each step may get harder, but don't stop. The view at the top is beautiful.
-You cannot change what you refuse to confront.
-A moment of patience in a moment of anger prevents a thousand moments of regret.
-Keep going. Each step may get harder, but don't stop. The view at the top is beautiful.
-You cannot change what you refuse to confront.
-A moment of patience in a moment of anger prevents a thousand moments of regret.
Movie 300. Memorable quotes.
-Your fingers can finish what your fingers started... or has the oracle robbed you of your desire as well?
-It would take more than the words of a drunken adolescent girl to rob me of my desire for you.
-Then, why so distant?
-Because it seems though a slave and captive of lecherous old men... the oracle's words could set fire to all that I love.
-So that is why my king loses sleep and is forced from the warmth of his bed?
-There's only one woman's words that should affect the mood of my husband. Those are mine.
-Then what must a king do to save his world when the very laws he is sworn to protect force him to do nothing?
-It is not a question of what a Spartan citizen should do... nor a husband... nor a king. Instead, ask yourself, my dearest love, what should a free men do?
-Spartan!
-Yes, milady.
-Come back with your shield or on it.
-Yes, milady.
Goodbye my love. He doesn't say it. There is not room for softness... not in Sparta. No place for weakness. Only the hard and strong may call themselves Spartans. Only the hard, only the strong.
-My friend.
-I have lived my entire life without regret until now. It is not that my son gave up his life for his country. It's just that I never told him that I loved him the most. That he stood by me with honor. That he was all that was best in me.
-May I give the floor now to the wife of Leonidas and queen of Sparta.
-What's this?
-This is nothing.
-Councilmen. I stand before you not only as your queen. I come to you as a mother. I come to you as a wife. I come to you as a Spartan woman. I come to you with great humility. I am not here to represent Leonidas. His actions speak louder than my word ever could. I am here for all of those voices which cannot be heard. Mothers, daughters, fathers, sons. Three hundred families that bleed for our rights and for the very principles this room was built upon. We are at war, gentleman. We must send the entire Spartan army to aid our king in the preservation of not just ourselves, but of our children. Send the army for the preservation of liberty. Send it for justice. Send it for law and order. Send it for reason. But most importantly, send our army for hope. Hope that a king and his men have been not wasted to the pages of history. That their courage bonds us together. That we are made stronger by their actions and that your choices today reflect their bravery.
-It would take more than the words of a drunken adolescent girl to rob me of my desire for you.
-Then, why so distant?
-Because it seems though a slave and captive of lecherous old men... the oracle's words could set fire to all that I love.
-So that is why my king loses sleep and is forced from the warmth of his bed?
-There's only one woman's words that should affect the mood of my husband. Those are mine.
-Then what must a king do to save his world when the very laws he is sworn to protect force him to do nothing?
-It is not a question of what a Spartan citizen should do... nor a husband... nor a king. Instead, ask yourself, my dearest love, what should a free men do?
-Spartan!
-Yes, milady.
-Come back with your shield or on it.
-Yes, milady.
Goodbye my love. He doesn't say it. There is not room for softness... not in Sparta. No place for weakness. Only the hard and strong may call themselves Spartans. Only the hard, only the strong.
-My friend.
-I have lived my entire life without regret until now. It is not that my son gave up his life for his country. It's just that I never told him that I loved him the most. That he stood by me with honor. That he was all that was best in me.
-May I give the floor now to the wife of Leonidas and queen of Sparta.
-What's this?
-This is nothing.
-Councilmen. I stand before you not only as your queen. I come to you as a mother. I come to you as a wife. I come to you as a Spartan woman. I come to you with great humility. I am not here to represent Leonidas. His actions speak louder than my word ever could. I am here for all of those voices which cannot be heard. Mothers, daughters, fathers, sons. Three hundred families that bleed for our rights and for the very principles this room was built upon. We are at war, gentleman. We must send the entire Spartan army to aid our king in the preservation of not just ourselves, but of our children. Send the army for the preservation of liberty. Send it for justice. Send it for law and order. Send it for reason. But most importantly, send our army for hope. Hope that a king and his men have been not wasted to the pages of history. That their courage bonds us together. That we are made stronger by their actions and that your choices today reflect their bravery.
Monday, January 6, 2014
Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Your Funeral My Trial (+playlist)
I am a crooked man
And I've walked a crooked mile
Night, the shameless widow
Doffed her weeds, in a pile
The stars all winked at me
They shamed a child
Your funeral, my trial
A thousand Marys lured me
To feathered beds and fields of glover
Bird with crooked wing cast
It's wicked shadow over
A bauble moon did mock
And trinket stars did smile
Your funeral, my trial
Here I am, little lamb...
Let all the bells in whoredom ring
All the crooked bitches that she was
(Mongers of pain)
Saw the moon
Become a fang
Your funeral, my trial
Read more: Cave Nick - Your Funeral My Trial Lyrics | MetroLyrics
About time. Memorable quote
-We're all travelling through time together, every day of our lives. All we can do is do our best to relish this remarkable ride.
Sunday, January 5, 2014
The Scrpt. Biography.
t's been a rags to riches glory ride, an emotional rollercoaster, an all action, all-star blockbuster. Three young Dubliners took on the world, with music fashioned from the emotional detritus of their own hard lives raised up by a love of pop, rock, hip hop and soul. In two years they've notched up a handful of hit singles around the world, including "We Cry", "Breakeven" and "The Man Who Can't Be Moved". Their 2008 self-titled debut album, The Script, went to number one in the UK and Ireland, and is now approaching 2 million sales worldwide. They've played stadium shows with music heroes U2, Take That and Sir Paul McCartney, and to cap it all, "Breakeven" - which has already sold over 1.7 million downloads in the U.S. alone - rewrote history here in America on Billboard's Adult Pop Songs radio airplay chart to take the # 1 spot where the song completed a record-setting 36-week rise to the summit.
But that was just the first draft. It's now time to write a whole new Script.
The scene is a recording studio in London. Two young Irishmen are listening to playback. Handsome, dark haired Danny O'Donoghue is The Script's charismatic vocalist and keyboard player. Shaven headed Mark Sheehan is their intense, loquacious guitarist. Third member, friendly but taciturn drummer and multi-instrumentalist Glen Power is in an adjoining studio, laying down a beat. Danny and Mark cannot sit still. They are leaping about to the music blasting from huge speakers, an addictive blend of hip hop rhythms, flowing melodies, sparkling hooks and emotive, story-spinning lyrics, with Danny's mellifluous soulful vocals riding high over huge, anthemic choruses. This is their forthcoming second album, Science & Faith, and it's fair to say the band is excited.
"We've gone from playing small clubs to performing in theatres, at festivals and in stadiums," says Mark. "It's a little bit shocking to us as new band, playing to these mass audiences. And we feel we have to touch everybody, hit ever fucker in there."
"I'm just so excited about this record," declares Danny. "We are more confident about our sound, so you really want to fine tune your writing skills. Find the essence of what we do songs that mean something that people would like to sing out loud at a concert." "We've had to really think about who we are, what we are, and why it matters," continues Mark. "Take all that experience and try and do something positive with it. We really just want to nail that last album. Put it to the wall."
The studio door flies open, and in bursts drummer Glen. "I've nailed that track lads!" he declares. "Wait til you hear it! I've got blisters on my hands!"
The Script are like this all the time, highly passionate, sincere and poetically articulate, with a tendency to talk over each other in their eagerness to express themselves. The journey to their new album has been a strange one, with many twists and turns. Danny and Mark met in their early teens in Dublin, and had a long struggle for musical recognition, albeit picking up early admirers for their prodigious songwriting talent in U2. They somehow wound up in the U.S., working as songwriters and producers with such R&B heroes as Dallas Austin, Teddy Riley and The Neptunes. A chance encounter with Glen focussed their ideas on making their own music, and the trio was formed. But in the midst of recording their debut album in Dublin, both Mark's mother and Danny's father passed away, inspiring bittersweet live favorite "The End Where I Begin". A meteoric rise through the world's charts followed but, even at the moment of their greatest triumph, they found themselves having to keep their pride in check, as their native Ireland sank into a devastating economic crisis, amongst the hardest hit of European nations following the credit crunch.
And this is where the new chapter in The Script's tale really began.
"We were coming back to Dublin victorious, only to be confronted with stark reality," recalls Danny. "It's like you've waited for that great day when you can say, 'I've finally made it' and everyone else is saying, 'My life has turned to shit'."
"I actually felt really guilty," admits Mark. "Meeting my mates who used to tell me I might need to get a real job to support my family, and buying me a beer when I was the one who was suffering. The tables have turned quite considerably, and you want to be a little bit excited and go, 'oh, man, we just played with McCartney, we just got to number one,' but they're going 'I just lost my job', or 'I split up with my wife."
"What's going on in Ireland is a microcosm for the rest of the world," suggests Danny. "So here we were back in Dublin and there are a lot of relationships going on and we're seeing people who have met under money, under the Celtic Tiger, and they've never known what to do without money. People are getting stripped of everything, stripped of their jobs and their homes and their furniture, so it's going to back to an old thing of drinking cheap bottles of wine, having dinner on the floor, nothing but candlelight, and it's like they are meeting each other for the first time. But I'm not saying that in a bad sense. Its getting back to reality, you are standing naked in front of this person. That notion really resonated with us, and we wrote a song, "For the First Time". I felt like it was something that could be a real flagship, to set the tone for what we want to talk about, emotionally. And the rest has spun off from there."
The songs came thick and fast. "Exit Wounds", about the damage relationships can wreak. "You Won't Feel A Thing", about suffering all the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune to protect your most loved ones. "Nothing" about a drunken, broken hearted phone call to a lost love ("We've all been there," as Danny says). "Don't Change A Thing" about always leaving the door open for the possible return of a loved one. And the title track, "Science & Faith", about the primacy of love in the universal equation. "With all of these subjects, we're always trying to attack at a level where it's optimistic," insists Danny. "We're dealing with complex emotions in the simplest of ways, that's what we battle with in these songs."
"On first listen, the subject matter might sound bleak," says Mark. "But I think being Irish there is this undertone of hope all the time. It's about having coping skills to get over things. With Irish people, no matter how bad things get, you always pick yourself up and carry on."
The Script are songwriters of the first order, combining thoughtful, heartfelt lyrics with lush melodies. They still pronounce themselves incredulous that Paul McCartney personally asked The Script to support him at a series of American stadium shows. "That was pretty mad, that he loved our songs, he knew them, came and watched us while we were playing on stage," says Mark. "He said the reason he picked us was our message is very humble and honest. We're not preaching, we invite people into our world, and our experiences, and to relate to us. He felt like we were dealing with important stuff."
There can surely be no higher honor for a songwriter than the imprimatur of a Beatle. But that's where The Script operate, in the highest realms of pop, easily accessible yet artistically, emotionally and spiritually resonant. "I don't see us as anything other than lads from Dublin," admits Mark. "I don't feel like I'm in some big band. We come in and we make really heartfelt music. I get to really express myself in this band. And that's as far as it goes for me. I'm not trying to change the world. I'm not trying to heal anybody. I generally find most of these songs are healing myself because getting them out has certainly helped externalise the feelings. "The End Where I Begin" is such a poignant song for us, from losing parents, that when we play it people ask 'do you feel like your reopening those wounds every night?' Well, yeah, I honestly do. I set myself up for that song, I remind myself why it was written and what it was all about, and then we play it. Yet it's not tough for me at all. I feel justified. I feel like I'm actually sharing something that you all relate to. You have all lost somebody too. You can all understand exactly where this is coming from. And it feels good to do that."
"You know what The Script is?" says Danny. "It's the journey from a feeling of devastation in the pit of my stomach, for me to be able to think about that, put it into words, to be able to sing it, a band to play it, for you to hear it, to go to your brain, to understand it and for you to replicate that same feeling. It's such an amazing thing. You couldn't work it out with a calculator. But that's what we try and do."
"And that's the pay off," says Mark. "The thought of some person somewhere sitting in their apartment putting our music on because they are hurting and we're the soundtrack to that emotion, whatever is going on in their life. That to me is the greatest power of music. And I cannot get over that they might choose our record. Cause I do that. I sit in a room and pick out a song to articulate my feelings. It floors me every time."
But that was just the first draft. It's now time to write a whole new Script.
The scene is a recording studio in London. Two young Irishmen are listening to playback. Handsome, dark haired Danny O'Donoghue is The Script's charismatic vocalist and keyboard player. Shaven headed Mark Sheehan is their intense, loquacious guitarist. Third member, friendly but taciturn drummer and multi-instrumentalist Glen Power is in an adjoining studio, laying down a beat. Danny and Mark cannot sit still. They are leaping about to the music blasting from huge speakers, an addictive blend of hip hop rhythms, flowing melodies, sparkling hooks and emotive, story-spinning lyrics, with Danny's mellifluous soulful vocals riding high over huge, anthemic choruses. This is their forthcoming second album, Science & Faith, and it's fair to say the band is excited.
"We've gone from playing small clubs to performing in theatres, at festivals and in stadiums," says Mark. "It's a little bit shocking to us as new band, playing to these mass audiences. And we feel we have to touch everybody, hit ever fucker in there."
"I'm just so excited about this record," declares Danny. "We are more confident about our sound, so you really want to fine tune your writing skills. Find the essence of what we do songs that mean something that people would like to sing out loud at a concert." "We've had to really think about who we are, what we are, and why it matters," continues Mark. "Take all that experience and try and do something positive with it. We really just want to nail that last album. Put it to the wall."
The studio door flies open, and in bursts drummer Glen. "I've nailed that track lads!" he declares. "Wait til you hear it! I've got blisters on my hands!"
The Script are like this all the time, highly passionate, sincere and poetically articulate, with a tendency to talk over each other in their eagerness to express themselves. The journey to their new album has been a strange one, with many twists and turns. Danny and Mark met in their early teens in Dublin, and had a long struggle for musical recognition, albeit picking up early admirers for their prodigious songwriting talent in U2. They somehow wound up in the U.S., working as songwriters and producers with such R&B heroes as Dallas Austin, Teddy Riley and The Neptunes. A chance encounter with Glen focussed their ideas on making their own music, and the trio was formed. But in the midst of recording their debut album in Dublin, both Mark's mother and Danny's father passed away, inspiring bittersweet live favorite "The End Where I Begin". A meteoric rise through the world's charts followed but, even at the moment of their greatest triumph, they found themselves having to keep their pride in check, as their native Ireland sank into a devastating economic crisis, amongst the hardest hit of European nations following the credit crunch.
And this is where the new chapter in The Script's tale really began.
"We were coming back to Dublin victorious, only to be confronted with stark reality," recalls Danny. "It's like you've waited for that great day when you can say, 'I've finally made it' and everyone else is saying, 'My life has turned to shit'."
"I actually felt really guilty," admits Mark. "Meeting my mates who used to tell me I might need to get a real job to support my family, and buying me a beer when I was the one who was suffering. The tables have turned quite considerably, and you want to be a little bit excited and go, 'oh, man, we just played with McCartney, we just got to number one,' but they're going 'I just lost my job', or 'I split up with my wife."
"What's going on in Ireland is a microcosm for the rest of the world," suggests Danny. "So here we were back in Dublin and there are a lot of relationships going on and we're seeing people who have met under money, under the Celtic Tiger, and they've never known what to do without money. People are getting stripped of everything, stripped of their jobs and their homes and their furniture, so it's going to back to an old thing of drinking cheap bottles of wine, having dinner on the floor, nothing but candlelight, and it's like they are meeting each other for the first time. But I'm not saying that in a bad sense. Its getting back to reality, you are standing naked in front of this person. That notion really resonated with us, and we wrote a song, "For the First Time". I felt like it was something that could be a real flagship, to set the tone for what we want to talk about, emotionally. And the rest has spun off from there."
The songs came thick and fast. "Exit Wounds", about the damage relationships can wreak. "You Won't Feel A Thing", about suffering all the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune to protect your most loved ones. "Nothing" about a drunken, broken hearted phone call to a lost love ("We've all been there," as Danny says). "Don't Change A Thing" about always leaving the door open for the possible return of a loved one. And the title track, "Science & Faith", about the primacy of love in the universal equation. "With all of these subjects, we're always trying to attack at a level where it's optimistic," insists Danny. "We're dealing with complex emotions in the simplest of ways, that's what we battle with in these songs."
"On first listen, the subject matter might sound bleak," says Mark. "But I think being Irish there is this undertone of hope all the time. It's about having coping skills to get over things. With Irish people, no matter how bad things get, you always pick yourself up and carry on."
The Script are songwriters of the first order, combining thoughtful, heartfelt lyrics with lush melodies. They still pronounce themselves incredulous that Paul McCartney personally asked The Script to support him at a series of American stadium shows. "That was pretty mad, that he loved our songs, he knew them, came and watched us while we were playing on stage," says Mark. "He said the reason he picked us was our message is very humble and honest. We're not preaching, we invite people into our world, and our experiences, and to relate to us. He felt like we were dealing with important stuff."
There can surely be no higher honor for a songwriter than the imprimatur of a Beatle. But that's where The Script operate, in the highest realms of pop, easily accessible yet artistically, emotionally and spiritually resonant. "I don't see us as anything other than lads from Dublin," admits Mark. "I don't feel like I'm in some big band. We come in and we make really heartfelt music. I get to really express myself in this band. And that's as far as it goes for me. I'm not trying to change the world. I'm not trying to heal anybody. I generally find most of these songs are healing myself because getting them out has certainly helped externalise the feelings. "The End Where I Begin" is such a poignant song for us, from losing parents, that when we play it people ask 'do you feel like your reopening those wounds every night?' Well, yeah, I honestly do. I set myself up for that song, I remind myself why it was written and what it was all about, and then we play it. Yet it's not tough for me at all. I feel justified. I feel like I'm actually sharing something that you all relate to. You have all lost somebody too. You can all understand exactly where this is coming from. And it feels good to do that."
"You know what The Script is?" says Danny. "It's the journey from a feeling of devastation in the pit of my stomach, for me to be able to think about that, put it into words, to be able to sing it, a band to play it, for you to hear it, to go to your brain, to understand it and for you to replicate that same feeling. It's such an amazing thing. You couldn't work it out with a calculator. But that's what we try and do."
"And that's the pay off," says Mark. "The thought of some person somewhere sitting in their apartment putting our music on because they are hurting and we're the soundtrack to that emotion, whatever is going on in their life. That to me is the greatest power of music. And I cannot get over that they might choose our record. Cause I do that. I sit in a room and pick out a song to articulate my feelings. It floors me every time."
Mr. Morgan's Last love Memorable Quotes.
-You were wrong about me, you know?
-Yeah? How?
-I can think of lots of reasons to stare at you.
-Really.
-I can think of about ten of them right now off the top of my head.
-Okay.
-You really want to know?
-I really want to know.
-Okay, um...
You are beautiful.
Obviously you are smart.
And I can always tell when you are sad because you hide behind your defiance when your are.
When you are happy, all of you is happy. Even you hair.
You don't have a mean bone in your body and I thought they did not make them like that anymore.
You're funny.
When you listen, you look interested.
You are kind.
And you wear your heart on your sleeve, which can be terribly intimidating.
And you remind me of Joan.
-It's never too late to learn something.
-You know when you love something so much you start to hate it?
-Yes.
-Is that what happened to you and your books?
-I stopped looking at my books when I stopped loving life.
-Why did you stop loving life?
-Well, you don't love life itself. You love... places, animals, people, memories, food, literature, music. And sometimes you meet someone... who requires all the love you have to give. And if you lose that someone, you think everything else is gonna stop too. But everything else just keeps on going. Giraudoux said, you can miss a single being, even though you are surrounded by countless others. Those people are like extras. They cloud your vision. They are a meaningless crowd. They are an unwelcome distraction. So you seek oblivion in solitude. But solitude only makes you wither.
-So, I am an unwelcome distraction. I am a cloud?
-You are the only part of my life I haven't figured out yet.
-I miss you Mathew...
-I miss you too.
-Yeah? How?
-I can think of lots of reasons to stare at you.
-Really.
-I can think of about ten of them right now off the top of my head.
-Okay.
-You really want to know?
-I really want to know.
-Okay, um...
You are beautiful.
Obviously you are smart.
And I can always tell when you are sad because you hide behind your defiance when your are.
When you are happy, all of you is happy. Even you hair.
You don't have a mean bone in your body and I thought they did not make them like that anymore.
You're funny.
When you listen, you look interested.
You are kind.
And you wear your heart on your sleeve, which can be terribly intimidating.
And you remind me of Joan.
-It's never too late to learn something.
-You know when you love something so much you start to hate it?
-Yes.
-Is that what happened to you and your books?
-I stopped looking at my books when I stopped loving life.
-Why did you stop loving life?
-Well, you don't love life itself. You love... places, animals, people, memories, food, literature, music. And sometimes you meet someone... who requires all the love you have to give. And if you lose that someone, you think everything else is gonna stop too. But everything else just keeps on going. Giraudoux said, you can miss a single being, even though you are surrounded by countless others. Those people are like extras. They cloud your vision. They are a meaningless crowd. They are an unwelcome distraction. So you seek oblivion in solitude. But solitude only makes you wither.
-So, I am an unwelcome distraction. I am a cloud?
-You are the only part of my life I haven't figured out yet.
-I miss you Mathew...
-I miss you too.
Saturday, January 4, 2014
La Cueva de Lechugilla
La cueva Lechuguilla es una cueva de los Estados Unidos, que con una longitud de 196 km es hasta ahora la quinta cueva más larga conocida en el mundo, y la más profunda en los Estados Unidos continentales, con 489 m. La cueva es aún más famosa por su geología inusual, formaciones extraordinarias, y su condición de ancestral e inexplorada.
Su nombre proviene de la lechuguilla, una planta encontrada cerca de su entrada. Está situada en el Parque Nacional de las Cavernas de Carlsbad, del estado de Nuevo México. El acceso a la cueva se limita a los investigadores científicos autorizados, los equipos de examen y exploración, y los correspondientes a los gestionados por el Servicio de Parques Nacionales, perteneciente al Departamento de Interior del Gobierno de los Estados Unidos.
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