Best Sayings About Peacock

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PART OF THE RELIGION




I come from The Lost Decade. I am the son of the time you insist on forgetting. I bring with me ten years in this pocket that holds the keys to what was and will not be. I was a kid in the seventies and came across adolescence in the eighties as a river of troubled waters and I must confess I still can not swim. Those years are the treasure that I have seen shining although it is also the same time that a cowboy movie was made president of a nation of dangerous intentions, as a duel west from the heart.

I come from the same place your head put on new hairstyles rare. There was God and Charly Garcia Fito Paez your keyboard. The timetable set in the headline in a word you did not know and we tattooed life: four letters to write AIDS. While the space shuttle exploded in the sky I saw in the land, in my town, we took off another burst of what little peace. Crash like a bomb, like a rolling stone. I come from those days and I'm also a survivor of myself. When the continent of hunger was black and red communism was still television at home knew the colors after a long black and white as painted The Lost Decade for me was never gray and that policy but as many colors as the old songs of the eighties. Occasionally I return to whistle something that made the Clash ...

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... and then ask Joaquín Sabina for the umpteenth time to define in a word. And he says "Doubt" but also reaches to think of "inconsistency." I'll stick with the second word, that dwells in me, although the former dominates me many times. I remember that I was educated in Catholic school and still prefer the only Mary Magdalene to the Virgin Mary multiplied by eleven thousand. So. Between the Beatles and the Rolling Stones should be on the side of His Satanic Majesty, but I prefer Let it be, not of Black Paint. The kids on the block, it seemed that there was no better hero Superman his powers and everything else, I was always on the side of Batman which is basically a raving lunatic whose real power is not to stop imagining. My head says Borges, heart insists Cortázar. From my years of playing volleyball were just wanting to go to football. And among the many mountains that shelter me from my birth and remains intact embrace the desire to look one day and, without looking, found by a sea horizon ...

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After the shower, almost boiling water, steam fogging the mirror and staring almost heating temperature home global leaves trail of a phrase written on the glass with my fingertips: Life is a coin ...


LIFE IS A CURRENCY
Fito Paez / Juan Carlos Baglietto (1984)

Life in a currency who's rummaging has
eye that spoke of currencies, rather thick tickets
my life on a blank sheet of tune piano
ten fingers long and skinny and a bunch of words.
only about living
that's the story with a smile on his lapel
with the idiocy and madness of everyday
maybe it is good.
People dream dreams of the street is that still
the taxi tour that turns the sky and the broad avenue.
The days and sing the story of the man on the verge of man
day morning singing days are not afraid
only about living
that's the story with a love without a love
with the innocence and tenderness that sometimes blooms
maybe is well. If we flooded the asphalt of deep feelings
suffocation rejoice though our image is our fruitful.
Life in a currency who's rummaging has
eye that spoke of thick coins and banknotes not
only trying to live that's the story with a smile on his lapel
with idiocy and insanity of every day, maybe it is good.
It's just that's the story live
a love without a love with the innocence and tenderness
of everyday
maybe it is good.