lunes, 25 de abril de 2011

Down in Barcelona....

Down in Rambles,
we felt like flowers in a garden, we were red and green dreaming of a world full of music and full of peace.
Down in Rambles,
we were young and fresh, waiting for a future without hurries and without paint.
Down in Rambles,
all was so easy, drinking rum in plastic glasses and smoking some cigarettes.
Down in Rambles,
who did know us? We laugh loud and we sang songs which were still not written.
Down in Rambles,
kisses were free. Happy endings are flying in the clouds of our minds.
Down in Rambles,
we didn’t talk about time, we explained some stories that take place in real life.
Down in Rambles,
serotonin came up so hard, she tickled my fingers and also my heart.
Down in Rambles,
I won’t forget, next year we will spend more nights having fun there.



... Or anywhere in Barcelona ...



sábado, 23 de abril de 2011

Can you play the guitar, boy?


With a hat in his heat, with an old guitar in his arm, with a bottle of wine in his other hand he deleted us with his sad melodies, his broken voice and his beautiful and romantic letters. Pete Doherty, maybe the last enfant terrible from the UK, clouded over the Apolo theatre in Barcelona last Monday with the smoke of his cigarettes and his unkempt talent.
Two dancers with tutu accompanied him on several songs. Someone threw him a bra which was hung in the microphone, as well as a book of Alfaguara. Doherty began to read it with a funny Spanish. They also threw sketches from the school and even a pair of plastic “maracas”. The singer broke out laughing in several occasions, which makes us suppose he was having fun and that he was really comfortable with us. Doherty expressed his appreciation for the gifts and the public’s warm by throwing cans of dark beer, a few records and his mouth organ. Not only that, after closing the bolus with the monumental anthem of Fuck Forever, by his last band Babyshambles, released to the audience his acoustic guitar! His two assistants were working to get it back. Pure decadence romanticism, between the rubbish and the class.
So many people already appreciate the amazing music he makes, but I agree that it is not strange that some other don’t see him as a poet, as an irresistible artist or a musical genius, they just see him as a drug addict… and he is.

Since I saw him in action… I’ve fall in love with him!!!  Please enjoyed it.