Friday, February 12, 2016

THE LETHAL POWER OF WOMEN [EL LETAL PODER DE LAS MUJERES]

Sunday, February 7, 2016

CONTINUANDO... [LYRICS BY JHRO]




CONTINUANDO
[Lyrics by Jehro]

Aunque sientas dolor
Sigues continuando, y subiendo, y continuando.

Aunque tengas temor
Sigues continuando, y cruzando, y continuando.

Pues la vida siempre te dará
Un camino, único a ti
Con tiempo verás
Con tiempo verás...

Aunque tengas preguntas
Sigues continuando, y buscando, y continuando
Aunque baje la sombra
Sigues continuando, y navegando, y continuando.

Algunas veces, tal un capitán
Navegarás en tu soledad
Hacia tu tierra.
Hacia tu tierra...

Aunque dañen tus sueños
Sigues continuando, y sembrando, y continuando
Hasta los días tranquilos
Sigues continuando, y explorando tus deseos.

La vida es un mar tan bravo
Abraza los momentos lindos.

Ohhh
(Aunque sientas dolor)
La suerte
(Sigues continuando)
Es caprichosa
(Y subiendo)
Quieta y digna
(Y continuando)
Atraviesa...

(Aunque tengas temor)
La fortuna
(Sigues continuando)
Y la miseria
(Y cruzando)
Mmm
(Y continuando)...

Aunque tengas preguntas
(Sigues continuando)
Continuando
(y continuando y buscando)
y buscando ohhh
(y continuando)
Aunque baje la sombra
los momentos lindos.
(Sigues continuando)
navegando, y continuando.
y continuando.
(y continuando.)
La vida
(y continuando.)
es un mar tan bravo...

Thursday, February 4, 2016

ONCE UPON A TIME IN NEW YORK


I wanted to write, to write a poem
to described all your enchantments
my poetic imagination searched for some fine words.
Words which were able to draw all the beauty in you,
After many attempts,
Was I in a great surprise
the poem was you. 
----

I opened up book of love poems,
desperately and anxious to find one,
none of them got even close to you
Simply because the poem was you
---

I searched city wide - seeking for august poets
I even worked hard to read libraries at large
nothing I found could carry close enough to your way,
reasons were already clear,
the poem was you. 
---

I threw onto this piece of paper lonely words
another cool summer and quiet night
one or two love phrases,  some simple verses.
Nothing took me higher; 
My inspiration thus surrendered
and no more vaporous dreams, 
everything was clearer, reasons were yonder,
The poem was you. 
---

Eventually, I wanted to meet you
hold you tight and dare to have a feeling for your humid lips,
to admire your body and share some of 
your bright lovely smile
to sail in your deep oceanic eyes.
I then remember that I became a man
the moment I embraced your torso
and stole your heart
While I tasted your  pure ennoble kiss 
and for sure you made me shiver
that time, there was no doubt... 
The poem was you. 

[Text and Photography by Alfonso A.Tobar] 

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

SHARKS [TIBURONES]

SHARK By Blue Painter


SHARK By Les Yeux de Camille

SHARK By Matias Gonzalez

SHARK By Min Lui

SHARK By Poster Project

SHARK By Ronbeck Designs


SHARK By Truck Torrence 

SHARK By Velvet Spectrum

SHARK By Weare Mountain

SHARK By Whate Toda

(Source ELLO Social Media Network)

Monday, February 1, 2016

PHOTOGRAPHY BY FRENCH PHOTOGRAPHER BETTINA RHEIMS



























Sunday, January 17, 2016

SELF PORTRAIT [AUTO RETRATO]


SELF PORTRAIT
January 2016
Somewhere in NC

"Quien fuistes, quien eres y quien serás
son tres personas diferentes."
[Anónimo]


Friday, January 1, 2016

CASABLANCA GIVES ME HOPE... [CASABLANCA ME DA UNA LUZ DE ESPERANZA...]

CASABLANCA GIVES ME HOPE...
(By Elizabeth Warren Via Dana Courtney)

Bruce and I will be celebrating the New Year tonight with just the two of us, pretty much the same way we’ve done many times before: lots of good cheeses, champagne, and Casablanca.

The movie gets to me every time. It’s about love, loyalty, and courage. It's also about refugees. Casablanca was a stop along the route of people fleeing the terror of the Nazis. Young people on the threshold of building a new life, and old people hoping for a safe landing place. The movie was shot in early 1942 against a backdrop of Jews fleeing persecution and death, but the mix of people meeting in Casablanca speaks to the pain and vulnerability of all people forced to run from their homes in order to survive. Casablanca is about a very real threat to humanity, but also about how people survive, flourish and fight back.

The movie carries a double significance: it is a great story told about immigrants, but it is also a great story told by immigrants. Of the 75 or so actors with various parts in the movie, the overwhelming majority had immigrated to the US. Carl, the waiter, lost three sisters in a Nazi concentration camp, and the German banker who can not get into the casino had fled the 1917 Russian revolution.

The movie is a creative triumph – much like America – made stronger because it is woven together by people who are not a single race or a single religion, stronger because we choose to come together to build a new country based on our talents and energy and shared values.

Each time I watch it, Casablanca gives me hope.
Happy New Year.


CASABLANCA ME DA UNA LUZ DE ESPERANZA...
(Por Elizabeth Warren Via Dana Courtney)

Bruce y yo celebraremos la noche de Año Nuevo, como lo hemos hecho muchas veces, solos, nosotros dos: muchos quesitos, champagne y Casablanca.

Esta es una pelí que me toca muy profundo. Es de amor, lealtad y valentía. Trata también sobre los refugiados. Casablanca era un paso obligado para la gente huyendo del terror de los nazis. Jóvenes en un portal para construir una nueva vida y para los adultos mayores, la esperanza de encontrar un lugar más seguro donde establecerse. La película se filmó a comienzos de 1942 con un transfondo de judíos intentando escapar de la persecución y la muerte, no obstante la mezcla de personajes que se reunían en Casablanca habla del dolor y la vulnerabilidad de aquellos que abandonan sus hogares para lograr sobrevivir, progresar y superarse.

El film conlleva otro significado: es una tremenda historia contada por inmigrantes. De los 75 actores aproximadamente que participaron en esa producción, una impresionante mayoría había inmigrado a los Estados Unidos. Carl, el mesero, perdió a sus tres hermanas en un campo de concentración y el banquero ruso que no pudo ingresar al casino había escapado de la revolución rusa de 1917.

Esta producción es un triunfo creativo - al igual que América - que se hizó portentosa por las interacciones que se lograron en conjunto aunque no siendo de una misma raza o credo religioso decidieron apoyarse para crear una nueva nación basada en talentos, energía y valores o intereses compartidos.

Cada vez que la veo, Casablanca me da una luz de esperanza.
Feliz Año Nuevo.

Sunday, December 27, 2015

NO ARTIST TOLERATES REALITY OR DO THEY?



“Ningún artista tolera la realidad.”
[Nietzsche] 

NO ARTIST TOLERATES REALITY OR DO THEY?

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