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Summers tend to look similar to each other. It's hot, people go on vacation, they take ice cream can enjoy the terraces and young people fall in love. In addition, newspapers and thin as Marta Sánchez Maribel Verdú through the years, the TV is dedicated to repeated radio programs and in the voices unsafe and trips for the fellows. There are parties in the villages, the air smells Aftersun and take buses and subways (even) more. The theaters is very poor, even poorer film, and the concert is already such as to lie to mourn.

Couples with children are divided Rodriguez situation fortnightly to take the opportunity to remember what life was like when they were a single individual with no little creatures clinging to their calves as ticks, and the citizens neglect their styles to frightening levels.

announce unpopular governments taking advantage of nobody knows, teams star chips to the insecurity of not knowing whether they will be a hit or a bluff, and "Hello" is filled with parties, yachts, bronzed bodies in bikinis and weddings and Pitita Fefas several pages for black and white end and feeling Isabeles or Genevieve for a moment.


Only one thing seemed to have changed in recent years: the missing gaps were less cars on the sidewalks, the people had also fled down on chairs of the terraces or in the seats of public transport, and signs saying "Closed for the Holidays" seemed a relic of my childhood summer memories of youth.

But this year the signs have increased again, as the holes in the cars and August is the month again desert in Madrid. Internet sales have closed, libraries have changed their summer schedule, and instead of expanding in the afternoon, has been cut, and deletes the opening on Saturday morning. Until the RAE has put closure to his section of consultations in August. I wonder what the beleaguered journalist will have to submit an article this month without the help of an institution empelo that "cleans, fixes and gives splendor" to clarify possible doubts.

also some museum visitors, users of some sports and some summer ill go to find the little sign. But who cares. Everyone is happy because it is summer, because they are in love, like lemon ice cream, can park, the cinema is nice and cool but the movie is bad and can look at the necklines of the girls without them put a face because they feel insecure about the perfect neck. And that hurts because they have to work, keep your skin white and who have also gained weight, you get screwed. Either that or let off steam in his blog.

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The city frozen in slippers

goes without saying that I'm not a smart person. Never in my terms, not in my way of relating and, of course, clothing. I lack taste, coordination, and many sizes less (which reminds me that I recovered last week to mourn the usual wonderful in the dressing) to get to be on the lists of the "Cuore", because some time I stopped to suck the "Hello", which only bring ladies are boring slump.

But be smart does not mean that one can not recognize the elegance, and I recognized twice last week. One Thursday. Its owner was a man of 81 years, stooped, white-haired and dressed in blue jeans, white blazer and sports. It is likely that most of the people that did not look elegant, but the old man was dressed like a dandy wearing a suit, and has spent decades demonstrating his elegant compositions, however, are not aimed at the elite who can afford luxury. That old man (with better looking than "Saza", yes) is called Burt Bacharach, and mass is a musician, but the mass does not know him and he was glad to go anywhere without having to sign autographs.


since I bought the entry (back May) I was excited because it came on the show, and has been a lot of people that I've told it would. Most have asked me who was this guy Burt Bacharach, and I always said: "A composer who you know." And then said: "It's the ..." and threw me humming "Raindrops keep falling on my head ... na, na, na, na ... and also that of:" The moment I wake up, befor I put on my make -up, I say a little pray for you ... "and continued with" I Just Do not Know What to do with myself. " By then, everyone knew who he was.



were also later found out that his gems like these:





And I fell in love with some lesser-known:

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I knew the best was yet to come, and it was. Over nearly two hours enjoying a fun and generous man who warned that everything we were going to hear there had been composed by "the pianist", but also reminded his usual lyricist, Hal David, aware of its power as a musician and their limitations as an elder, exquisite in the treatment of their peers, their songs, to the public. A man as before. Sure walks around his mansion with a silk dressing gown and a scarf around his neck. As Hugh Hefner, but no bunnies, playing the piano and thinking about what his next hit. I hope to do many more, and return to Madrid to return to mourn me.

to mourn Many think that a lady is not elegant, but there are ways and forms. Bacharach did his songs, and creators of "Up" with a round in history that breathes love everywhere. Not only in his argument, but in every drawing, every song is perfectly mated to the story counts and the time it shows. To me, that I stumbled from job to job, and I see the reluctance and procrastination, Monday through Friday, I wonder to see the perfection and love that are the work of Pixar, from the initial short titles credit.



And me, I'm stumbling through life, failing at every turn every project that I set out, leaving behind all the opportunities to change their lives, the film moved me, amazed me and gave me hope that may still be time to throw me into the adventure.

Who knows, maybe when I get old I become a fine lady and elegant. Then, well dressed and perfectly combed gray hair, hurry up a drink of gin (in homage to the Queen Mother) while listening to the melodies of Mr. Bacharach and I watch the white sport. Elegant, yes, but comfortable and ready for adventure.