For those who want to know more about the origin of the so-called UNDERGROUND MOVIDA in Lima, as "The Submerged Steps of Love - The Stage of missed opportunities" , being a modest monograph written by an amateur of letters, it becomes a reliable material gritty, first-hand, on an era and a moment in our history Music.
The contradictions of subversive rock world, the emergence of musical groups, the source symbols and logos of the new generations, where vehicles slid all the renewing power, etc., etc. are addressed by Daniel F (vocalist of the band Leusemia ) with that particular way of writing, showing not only the birth and development of alternative rock, but also life itself.
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anniversary: \u200b\u200bthe album "Back in Black" by AC / DC thirty years old today
This album is a collector's item in the gallery of any passionate music.
the year 1980, AC / DC lose their singer Bon Scott founder, who after a party drug and alcohol found dead, drowned in his own vomit (like Hendrix ) in the back of his car. This is how the Australians, after thousands of auditions to get into the studio along with producer Robert John "Mutt" Lange to record an album that will remain in the annals of history as the biggest seller of all time.
"Back in Black" , is the ninth studio album by Australian music was released on July 25, 1980. This album is for the first time Brian Johnson on vocals, who replaced Bon Scott after his tragic death. International sales of the disc amounts to more than 50 million copies, making it the second biggest selling album in history and 22 million in the United States, becoming the third biggest selling album of the history of that country after the Thriller King of Pop Michael Jackson and "The Immaculate Collection" of the queen of pop Madonna . The album is dedicated to Bon Scott . The album cover (the logo of AC / DC on a black background) was a clear tribute to the recently deceased.
is said that this was the album that Bon Scott could not finish, as he died months before recording it, when it was written and everything. Therefore, this album is fully dedicated to his former vocalist ...
Powerful riffs and choruses are the support / emblem of this disc, fitted perfectly with the rebellious attitude against sexuality and playfulness.
The album begins with the mysterious sound a funeral bells, this is all part of "Hells Bells" one of the best-known songs of the band. In the song, Johnson attacks with dark sentences, comparing his actions with natural phenomena such as rain, thunder and hurricanes. After the second chorus, Angus Young starts playing one of the single most emblematic of all Australians. The following
"Shoot to thrill", it talks about women abusing Valium, Diazepam-like drug. Fast and accurate with some arrangements on guitar, incredible, this work is heard with pleasure, and, above all, to Angus twisting the guitar so that your brain goes crazy.
The track is No. 3 "What do you do for money honey" powerful and energetic song that explains how an old woman squeezing money from men. The music uses the same pattern of chords used Jefferson Starship with hit "Jane" in 1979. "Givin 'the Dog a Bone" is another song cheerfully depicting a scene of oral sex between a girl and a guy. Very simple, you can tell at the beginning and repeat the same hard rock theme, followed by a course change that resumes the same way. Nothing new, therefore ... alright.
Then "Let me put my love into you", melodic theme well, mixed with games trabajadísimos sharp guitar and a voice of Jonson potential. Great tune that gives us an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat being young is to live life and enjoy that. The spectacular gently vibrates just getting hit in his attempt to swim with a delicate piece of hard rock.
The following is the same name to the disk, "Back in Black" one of the most known AC / DC . Classic in every way, from your letter, known to its ultra mega package notes that resonate over and over again, which has transcended in the history of rock. A feature vocal melody to make a memorable in the path of the band with a song more than memorable. Great song indeed. He continues
"You shook me all night long", great composition, Johnson connects directly to events of one night with a beautiful woman, plain and simple. Regarding the video, there are two different versions ... but equal. In a brothers Angus and Malcolm Young Brian follow around in a hilarious, with Angus in his school team. The other version is very similar, the difference is not much, but always with that bright and lively tone that characterizes them. The song has been covered by, among other stars, Celine Dion and Anastasia in concert Divas Las Vegas , 2002. Shania Twain also covered the song on his tour "2003 up", making a very close and personal.
The track No. 8 corresponds to "Have a drink on me", dealing with heavy drinking, combining juerguera with all that rock wave demonstrations. A successful musical work that captures too much, too rockanrrollera in style. The chunky
"Shake a leg", begins dramatically with the great voice of Johnson , and continues the long awaited and longed only emphatic style of Angus Young , there can be neither doubt the genius that exists in this track.
"Rock and Roll Is not Noise Pollution" is the last issue of the board, and also one of the most popular. Johnson and company defend the concept of the Rock and Roll is no noise pollution or noise nuisance, is rock music ... and music will never die. Begins with an over-drive on something soft guitar and then Johnson starts talking some stuff and then initiate an explosion of instruments, all exploding again and again. Great classic.
Undoubtedly the best album in the career of AC / DC , a truly outstanding job with all the power of hard rock classic Young brothers and the typical strength and great sarcasm Brian Johnson give life to one of the best rock band in its purest form, without filters or experimental propaganda.
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Y vo 'know' then 'there appeared a spirit of witch, with crystal ball and all, and said, "little mother, I can not despair. Predeci'le come to the future. And hear me well, dear heart, because I will not tene 'time repeti'le anything. In passing, I saw the Kronos 'making a moon pa' La Land, but he did little. And if I get to see 'Aviva is able to give me life in a black a'ujero. But USTE 'not afflict me: The baby who has Prosim not going to be' breakfast for her husband. Nah, you 'fall to Earth when you give birth and come to a desert island. But it will be an island just two estrea with little 'luxurious modern facilities. " Nah, you 'it will tene' nailing 'his title on a stone i'mensa to release some water and mow' wash 'the boy. Be called 'Zeus, which basically means Spiritus decision '"guy fart escaped." Once you have it spic and span, entalcadito and leather diaper 'and kid, or presentable pa' the look ', go to a nymph who was born ve'la pa' that. That minita grab the kid and take him pa 'Crete, where they hide in a cave that no one juna and there will be big and beautiful. - do not think it possible .- Rea said. - When Cronus 'see me skinny again I will ask' baby and will make "a great brothel. What I decided 'then'? - Mother, do not worry me, better get busy. USTE ', to' Low 'to Earth, give a lot of wine to Don Cronus' until the pepper is a good fart grip. And when I come back Give them a great big stone on rodi'as. It's going to come 'cunt believe that life is Zeucito. Well, I have i'me .- Then ', the shaman raised his right hand thumb, flew a spark that came from a red tag and disappeared i'mensa with glass ball and everything. The thing is that before the year was to the hand Rea 'and he had to Zeucito. And everything went as it was written: What remamó Cronus' and on earth the kid was born. Then 'came the Minita and tired of both recomenda'le sucks not to leave him "cold, did you put 'all vaccine', which take care of the poor 'board' and to do studies 'and not let him or left' or droga'se fuck both. Then, 'Rea boulders up a pa' da'selo Cronus 'and grab pa'l Olympus flight, while flight grabbed the nymph Zeucito pa' as Crete. There was a sacred cave, yes, it was sacred because it served as home pa 'the nymph. " The entrance was encanutada cerrau by a forest so that almost no bugs' could mete'se sali'se there or, better. The thing is that the nymph ' laid him in a cradle of gold ordered a goat milk to give him all the time and sent to the bee 'and the Dove "that brought him honey and ambrosia every day." While Zeucito filled belly, sleeping or playing with a ball of gold light, everything was ten, but when I was about to cry 'to cry' things got fierce because if Crono 'I listened to was arming the rotten. Then, 'pa' pa calma'lo and 'hides' the scandal that is arming the kid had been placed as twenty dancers 'that bare shield' and short swords. " Put the shield 'around the crib and the little sword golpiaban' pa 'mark' the beat like drums in full chacarera.
The diose'la spent ten because it went from fuck ever. Do you can imagine 'that? Well, now I will say 'the name of the gods' best 'for you vayai' agreeing. All 'the goddess' was a divine female, 'and the gods' loaded Pt. I'll decision 'names' which gave the Greek', because the Roman 'later changed its name to all' that I do not know what the hell. Were: Zeus, Apollo, Ares, Hephaestus, Hermes and Poseidon. The mine 'is called: Hera, Athena, Aphrodite, Hestia, Artemis and Demeter. Besides there were other gods' after 'I'll i' erean saying who and what they did. One was Hades, brother of Zeus, who did not live on Olympus because it took over the world su'terráneo, another was Dionysus, which was the last muda'se to Olympus because of the drink. Then I'll tell you 'well de'l. 2 The first god was called Cronos. The arena used in the universe, his power over time, so it made and unmade as he sang. And as I was single coupled with Rea, a cousin of hers who came a day while it built Earth. We clarified that came together because at the time 'had not cures. The point was that it spent doing lots of guy. " Imagine, they were both immortal 'and had not been invented TV. But the problem was that none of the creature 'survived: Rea just put the baby on the rodi'as of Cronus' for this little bugger mostra'selo it morphs. But it was wrong. Do not forget that was the god of time and you know 'that time is perfe'cionista: Whatever you do, sorry' does not finish because some defe'tito mucus find him. But Rea, who was never in jail and it was a good mine, was inflated that you eat the cryo vague. "
That's how bad the passing until it was night. Then, 'after `each pa rumba his ranch, the virgin Hestia, though it was a beast of mine, was left alone in Zeus, like housewife, standing guard so they do not go off nor the moon nor Estreia. 's mom The Time 'was called Themis. This Donita laburo Minister of Justice, so it was pa 'accommodate' the well 'in the neighborhood of Olympus and the world. To be 'lighter ones: I was pa' prevents' the whole was a brothel. senta'se knew next to Zeus aconseja'lo and when he saw calma'lo screwed, because the Guazo was grab 'the bike quite often and directs' punishments excessive' or unjust if she would not stop a little hoarse. When an order was not well thought Temi 'sent him a factor to the goddess Iris. This mine grabbed the invisible plane, after Wonder Woman bought at auction, and slit down to lleva'selo that out. When the mandate was fulfilled turned the handle to Olympus, Ambrosia was served on the rocks and lay down on a couch in the livin 'without saca'se nor sandal' til Temi 'he sent another factor. The Fates, daughters of Temi 'laburar and administrative Legislative branch near his old brass in a palace. They wrote a nasty habit of 'on the walls "human targets" more pulenta' and also draws' little flower 'and other pelotudece' in bronze. And then there was no way borra'lo. were called Lachesis, Clotho and Atropos. Each had a big and well lustrau desktop. The three were good. All day 'went to laburar' Painted and dressed well 'as pa' kill ', because that is occupied, following the orders "of Zeus. Because they wrote the destiny of every mortal in bundles. There detailing all good 'and evil they would tene 'in life and fixed the date with the death. "
This is the first entry in my new book. I hope you enjoy this unique way of telling who has this Cordoba:
For me, the gods 'best' of Greece were twelve or thirteen. All lived in a mountain range named and is called Olympus, because it still is. Come to be 'as Uritorco here, but different, because from here you climb a lot of vague' pa 'sapi the saucer' flying ', in contrast to the past which was not invited by the gods' could not subi'se. And if anyone who was not God was on their own or down to patadon 'and mucus was against the boulders' and made him and was used peppermint pa'l mate. The point is that this mountain was sacred and was terrible. When it rained the Lightning 'and Thunder "were premeditated." The water fell to Baldazo 'by the side. " But the gods 'had their palace' beyond the cloud ', so they never had a storm, wind or even to balance the tree' of gardening. " Then 'was tranqui climate of eternal spring and always have light, not like here to turn back the cut. the twelve gods' more boss' had its own palace, yes it was like here, but the best I had Zeus, because he was the president of all the immortals. " lived in the mansion are also three group 'immortal mine': The Graces, the Muse 'and Time' that made laburo different. " All were virgins' because Zeus where he ate the egg does not swell. " The thing is that the fuck would start early in the Barbet. Dawn just opened the gate of heaven Apollo entered the palace with his gardener and his guitar and then came the neighbor. " Then 'the Grace' danced with cool and Musa ', whitey it because they did not like taking 'sun sang in chorus slow tracks. " And they were all pussy '. Occasionally made a pausita pa 'rest' and featured a skinny named Hebe with a silver tray to the hand 'golden cups. Juice served flowers (the gods' is not sucked) and also invited to Ambrosia, who was a liquor warehouse Zeus, who also served pa 'escabio', but that was the concoction that was lived 'pa' forever.
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Debt I owe my last time, my smiles away, my forgotten memories. Will those moments had no joy or happiness last no more than this? You owe
contained caresses, resentment, repeated words. On that sad that I have not mastered born fear of reliving the dream.
Put on my account the penalties that my pride has caused you; firm for wanting to be more like I've only made you cry. shoulders thrown on your problems, you owe overcomes any barrier strength. Listen
. Look well within my silence because my eyes will see only what I feel.
I owe the joy, love, my life and so much more ... To you and me I still owe you more. Chronicle
Kiss
My eyes caress you slowly, gently, and stop at the cornices of your soul, my shed.
A force envelope retains us, no time, gently, kissing spirits become the ecstasy of the vibrating face to face. Our lips silent
not bite, not rub, do not come close. The
innocent bodies do not include the souls who love each other a kiss.
Suddenly, the urgency of the skin breaks, undertake hands crossed paths, born carnal kiss melts ... we But that's another kiss and another story.
Fallacy
cruelly not lie, do not lie mercifully do not lie as a pretext, do not lie with foundation. not lie to me crazy, do not lie quietly , do not lie with grace, do not lie in disgrace. not lie to provoke. not lie to me to despise. not lie to me at dawn, do not lie because it obscures.
And do not think that I become jealous demanding: never lied to you, never will again!
non
Dreams Dream adolescent love surrounded by fiery eternity love the old dreams shaped by loneliness. Dream
child soldiers pushing love of destiny dreams love embraced the dictator little quirks. Dream
the worker makes his love while hope your love dreams
pattern calculating their bonanza.
And so the poet dreams of romances recreating idyllic; but which are not his own, not even those who invents.
And then, awake, awake; not grieve or rejoice. And only their own dreams rhyme when other eyes light up his poem
My Cold Poetry
What I tell you, cold Poetry, my sweet agony in your presence, if you mean by love melancholy if you ask for solitude to your essence?
When I show you still look my desire to blow your in my desire, if you see your metaphors worn if you just look at your nostalgia? Poetry honey, my cold Poetry. Aesthetic agony. Poetry paper!
love and disdain
It picks up the knife on your wall of heaven poisoned, disregard snow and repeated scenes crazed actor traced.
routine is the routine evil dagger.
It is abnormal to fall against the horizontal.
My insides just sharpen your disdain snow. Your silver thorn
again climbs vertical distances. And your contempt
hook
merciless lashes in your scene repeated against my love resignation.
And I'm not feeling, as if only
see you through your routine mad vertical my shadow, I find the love choppy, and repeated
as immortal as your hook knife, as loved and suffered . Catharsis
Weak sonnet spoiled, metaphor dry a tear, you rhyme side falls into the abyss of verse ending. Poor
sonnet huddled symbol of a soul in the flesh, dying your own pace collapsed. solitude in the silence you recite. Sterile
sonnet off, your lyrics and not crackle not lend warmth to the dream. Wrinkled
love sonnet the spoils of your meter only indicate that love is my poem resigned.
Mathematical and geometric
back to being whole and sound want Since you want, they become happy decimal my unit is only desire. And I'm
tangent that touches you, you bisector divides a vector among your roses, subtrahend you requested.
'm the root of the nth power kiss I gave you, a polynomial of emergency, a subset you. I
compass around your mouth, am the arch of your eyes, I'm
short rope to the radio in your will.
back to being whole and sound may be zero. Sanity can not harm me, if and only if, the recovery and do not miss.
Homenaje a Alfonsina Storni
Those waves that rock the girl you were with each wave
elevate your reflection in their hair.
tide languishes on the bank of your plants and steals sands imitate before frost. Wrongful
irony of the pen: Travelling from the sky to the sea bottom, to record in the bed tenderness, for forget to fly.
The girl you were recited in the wind and sleeps in the tide.
Learn-Tribute to Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
will return the swift hummingbirds nest in your brand new pergola, and again, like arrows shooting celestial ring.
But those who repressed the sigh shuffled our eyes look, those who witnessed our dreams, those ... never again!
will return the lovely roses in your garden to utter silence and again in spring, even more beautiful, colorful dreams displayed.
But those stars whose background we used enamel paint
clarifying until dawn ... those ... never again!
passion will return to your senses start the warm caresses, your skin will host other dreams, perhaps love.
But among birds and flowers, between heaven and goodness but God I have loved you! And you never love!
A small gift on patriotic holidays .- 
