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Lisanga'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/F1ii8bFe7uY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-7594235324956673922</id><published>2010-02-15T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:26:54.005-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marlango'/><title type='text'>Marlango - The long fall (te mueve el piso)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FxFEh1HVhWs&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FxFEh1HVhWs&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-7594235324956673922?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/7594235324956673922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/7594235324956673922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2010/02/marlango-long-fall-te-mueve-el-piso.html' title='Marlango - The long fall (te mueve el piso)'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-4852247148858526934</id><published>2010-02-15T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T09:18:22.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marlango'/><title type='text'>Marlango es pura belleza</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="384" height="313"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8L453rbHcuk&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8L453rbHcuk&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="384" height="313" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-4852247148858526934?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4852247148858526934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4852247148858526934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2010/02/marlango-es-pura-belleza.html' title='Marlango es pura belleza'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-7955982973851323762</id><published>2010-02-14T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:37:53.741-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Essie Jain'/><title type='text'>Desde el cuore -Essie Jain-</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Idx_yAKgtEY&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Idx_yAKgtEY&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-7955982973851323762?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/7955982973851323762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/7955982973851323762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2010/02/para-el-cuore-essie-jain.html' title='Desde el cuore -Essie Jain-'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-3278882612036923917</id><published>2009-08-09T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:43:00.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maia Hirasawa'/><title type='text'>Maia Hirasawa - Crackers</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kArV8yf_o5I&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kArV8yf_o5I&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She´s been spinnig for a little while - But it´s not gonna last&lt;br /&gt;Laughing, smiling says there´s no way back - At least not to right track&lt;br /&gt;But there´s a cracker on the ground - And it will soon explode&lt;br /&gt;There´s some fireworks in the sky - And they will soon fade like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Structure now, but in a little while -She´s gonna run back&lt;br /&gt;To the chaos isn´t that what we all - Are heading back for&lt;br /&gt;There´s a cracker on the ground - And it will soon explode&lt;br /&gt;There´s some fireworks in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crackers are still on ground&lt;br /&gt;But I know they´ll soon make a big sound&lt;br /&gt;There´ll be a huge show in late December&lt;br /&gt;Though there will be snow I know&lt;br /&gt;That it will show, yeah it will show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she will tell everyone about - Her spinning&lt;br /&gt;Cause she has taken her stuff and - Just moved in&lt;br /&gt;To this guy, though she hardly knows - His name&lt;br /&gt;Well, she hopes that she is gonna - Feel the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will tell him he´s the one and only&lt;br /&gt;But in the night she dreams ´bout the dark and the lonely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-3278882612036923917?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/3278882612036923917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/3278882612036923917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/maia-hirasawa-crackers.html' title='Maia Hirasawa - Crackers'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-5068313690102441007</id><published>2009-08-09T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:41:37.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maia Hirasawa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descubiertos'/><title type='text'>Maia Hirasawa - Roselin</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/owNEPIb45Lk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/owNEPIb45Lk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roselin's preparing a big party&lt;br /&gt;Shes been cooking, for at least 50&lt;br /&gt;Peoples coming, but not to her own house&lt;br /&gt;Shes always helping, always helping someone else out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roselin put a lot of trust in her God&lt;br /&gt;Shes thankful for all the things she got&lt;br /&gt;She sleeps on the floor, she says&lt;br /&gt;Thats the most comfortable way to get some rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roselin's birthdays on the 26th - Aaaa&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what I should do, what I should get - Aaaa&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be there, wish that I could see&lt;br /&gt;But shes million miles away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roselin, takes care of little Cathleen&lt;br /&gt;Shes been abandon by her family&lt;br /&gt;Didnt know that life could be that hard&lt;br /&gt;And she never complains not even to her own God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roselin's birthdays on the 26th&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what I should do, what I should get&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be there, wish that I could see&lt;br /&gt;But shes million miles away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roselin's birthdays on the 26th&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what I should do, what I should get&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be there, wish that I could see&lt;br /&gt;But she is always gonna be&lt;br /&gt;More than million miles away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roselin doesnt know how to be saved&lt;br /&gt;Hasnt got a family, she chose another than they gave&lt;br /&gt;And evening hes gone with his bottles of beer&lt;br /&gt;While shes alone, wish I could be there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-5068313690102441007?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/5068313690102441007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/5068313690102441007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/maia-hirasawa-roselin.html' title='Maia Hirasawa - Roselin'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-2077888265944122551</id><published>2009-08-09T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:34:07.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cássia Eller'/><title type='text'>Cássia Eller - Nós</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/10pbTgIjnRY&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/10pbTgIjnRY&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, sei que me disseram por aí&lt;br /&gt;E foi pessoa séria quem falou&lt;br /&gt;Você tava mais querendo&lt;br /&gt;Era me ver passar&lt;br /&gt;(me ouvir cantar) por aí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu, sei que você disse por aí&lt;br /&gt;que não tava muito bem,&lt;br /&gt;seu novo amor&lt;br /&gt;você tava mais querendo&lt;br /&gt;era me ver passar por aí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pois é, esse samba é pra você&lt;br /&gt;oh, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;esse samba é pra você&lt;br /&gt;que me fez sorrir&lt;br /&gt;que me fez chorar&lt;br /&gt;que me fez sonhar&lt;br /&gt;que me fez feliz&lt;br /&gt;que me fez amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é, esse samba é pra você&lt;br /&gt;Oh, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Esse samba é pra você&lt;br /&gt;Pra você sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Pra você chorar&lt;br /&gt;Pra você sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Pra você feliz&lt;br /&gt;Pra você amar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-2077888265944122551?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/2077888265944122551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/2077888265944122551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/cassia-eller-nos.html' title='Cássia Eller - Nós'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-6898846311778072525</id><published>2009-08-09T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:19:44.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Lo mejor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 Na Massa'/><title type='text'>3 Na Massa - Tatuí</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0rmhYJpfUdc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0rmhYJpfUdc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo todo eu vi&lt;br /&gt;Você quis olhar pra mim&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo sem saber&lt;br /&gt;Pôs no pensamento&lt;br /&gt;uma mensagem pr'eu te ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só porque eu te olhei&lt;br /&gt;Você fez que não me viu&lt;br /&gt;Que não podia ver&lt;br /&gt;Já sabendo o que será&lt;br /&gt;se cada um pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que juntos,&lt;br /&gt;num segundo a mais desse olhar se faz&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho,&lt;br /&gt;que acordado é muito mais do que dormindo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi pr'eu acordar&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vi você se aproximar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Fez que vinha; deu a volta e se&lt;br /&gt;abraçou com outro alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo não passou de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Parecia a vida me dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;- caia em si, Tatuí!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que juntos,&lt;br /&gt;num segundo a mais desse olhar se faz&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho,&lt;br /&gt;que acordado é muito mais do que dormindo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-6898846311778072525?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6898846311778072525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6898846311778072525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-na-massa-tatui.html' title='3 Na Massa - Tatuí'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-487267643779556616</id><published>2009-08-09T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:08:10.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Folclore Latinoamericano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marta Gómez'/><title type='text'>Marta Gómez - María mulata</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xC5H5PJl30&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xC5H5PJl30&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La llaman así la Maria Mulata&lt;br /&gt;Aunque ella de santa no tiene na'&lt;br /&gt;quien la ve volar tan cerca del agua piensa que se va a caer&lt;br /&gt;...que se va a caer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La llaman asi la Maria mulata&lt;br /&gt;aunque de mulata no tiene na'&lt;br /&gt;y el negro brillante de sus dos alas&lt;br /&gt;contrasta con el azul de su mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORO:&lt;br /&gt;Maria Mulata (ella de santa no tiene na')&lt;br /&gt;Maria Mulata (ella de mulata no tiene na')&lt;br /&gt;Ay Maria Mulata (no tiene na')&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muy cerca del mar la Maria Mulata&lt;br /&gt;ella espera la hora de ir a robar&lt;br /&gt;quien la ve pasar cerca a la comida&lt;br /&gt;sabe, se la llevar&lt;br /&gt;...se la va a llevar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-487267643779556616?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/487267643779556616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/487267643779556616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/marta-gomez-maria-mulata.html' title='Marta Gómez - María mulata'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-8714430606870770036</id><published>2009-08-09T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:39:24.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Folclore Latinoamericano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Luna Monti y Juan Quintero'/><title type='text'>Luna Monti y Juan Quintero - Chaleco / traidora</title><content type='html'>Un tema que en vivo me sacó lágrimas :) Aquí una versión en el festival de Cosquín, 2008. Este dúo es pura ternura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfBfK6vlGbA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AfBfK6vlGbA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un chaleco a medio a hacer&lt;br /&gt;del color del sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;con adornos del olvido&lt;br /&gt;y la tela de escarmiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has visto morir el sol&lt;br /&gt;por los rayos de la tarde&lt;br /&gt;asi m'ei de morir yo&lt;br /&gt;sin dar mis quejas a nadie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta la hora de mi muerte&lt;br /&gt;hasta que mi alma sucumba&lt;br /&gt;si hay amores en la tumba&lt;br /&gt;en la tumba te amare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera cuando me sepulte&lt;br /&gt;la ingrata traidora muerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que fatal es mi destino&lt;br /&gt;Que tormento es el quererte&lt;br /&gt;te amare negra&lt;br /&gt;hasta la hora de mi muerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay quiero t'ei de olvidar / hasta la hora de mi muerte&lt;br /&gt;pero sera con la muerte   / hasta que mi alma sucumba&lt;br /&gt;sera cuando me sepulte    / si hay amores en la tumba&lt;br /&gt;la traidora muerte        / en la tumba te amare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y si hay amor&lt;br /&gt;en la tumba inerte&lt;br /&gt;he de pagar con mi vida&lt;br /&gt;el delito de quererte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he de pagar con mi vida&lt;br /&gt;el delito de quererte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-8714430606870770036?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/8714430606870770036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/8714430606870770036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/luna-monti-y-juan-quintero-chaleco.html' title='Luna Monti y Juan Quintero - Chaleco / traidora'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-1155033033732170740</id><published>2009-08-09T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:14:03.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nouvelle Vague'/><title type='text'>Nouvelle Vague - Fade to gray</title><content type='html'>Otra versión hermosa de esta banda francesa de un tema clásico de Visage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bweLAbtGo-g&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bweLAbtGo-g&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One man on a lonely platform&lt;br /&gt;One case sitting by his side&lt;br /&gt;Two eyes staring cold and silent&lt;br /&gt;Show fear as he turns to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, we fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;Ah, we fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain like an English summer&lt;br /&gt;Hear the notes from a distant song&lt;br /&gt;Stepping out from a back shop poster&lt;br /&gt;Wishing life wouldn't be so long &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un homme dans une gare isolée&lt;br /&gt;Une valise a ses cotés&lt;br /&gt;Des yeux fixes et froids&lt;br /&gt;Montre de la peur lorsqu'il&lt;br /&gt;Se tourne pour se cacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, we fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;Sent la pluie comme un été Anglais&lt;br /&gt;Entends les notes d'une chanson lointaine&lt;br /&gt;Ah, we fade to grey&lt;br /&gt;Sortant de derriere d'un poster&lt;br /&gt;Espérant que la vie ne fut aussi longue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-1155033033732170740?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/1155033033732170740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/1155033033732170740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/nouvelle-vague-fade-to-gray.html' title='Nouvelle Vague - Fade to gray'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-3008559198191685305</id><published>2009-08-09T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:14:58.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nouvelle Vague'/><title type='text'>Nouvelle Vague - Bizarre Love Triangle</title><content type='html'>No tiene video clip pero es una versión muy linda del tema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gizsMU_9gy0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gizsMU_9gy0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I got a shot right through with a bolt of blue&lt;br /&gt;It's no problem of mine&lt;br /&gt;And it's a problem I find&lt;br /&gt;Living a life that I can't leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no sense in telling me&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of a fool won't set you free&lt;br /&gt;But that's the way that it goes&lt;br /&gt;And that's what nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;Well, every day my confusion grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the word that I can't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine and I feel good&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I never should&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I get this way&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be like we were yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what this could mean&lt;br /&gt;(Every time I see you falling)&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you show me what you seem&lt;br /&gt;(I get down on my knees and pray)&lt;br /&gt;I do admit to myself that if I hurt someone else&lt;br /&gt;(I'm waiting for that final moment)&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see like it was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;(You'll say those things that I won't show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;(I feel fine and I feel good)&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;(I feel like I never should)&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;(Whatever I get this way I just don't know what to say)&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say, I can't say&lt;br /&gt;(Why can't we be like we were yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine and I feel good&lt;br /&gt;(Every time I see you falling)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I never should&lt;br /&gt;(I get down on my knees and pray, and pray)&lt;br /&gt;I will say what you say&lt;br /&gt;(I'm waiting for that final moment)&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be like we were yesterday&lt;br /&gt;(You'll say the words that I can't say)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-3008559198191685305?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/3008559198191685305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/3008559198191685305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/nouvelle-vague-bizarre-love-triangle.html' title='Nouvelle Vague - Bizarre Love Triangle'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-1764025146881276915</id><published>2009-08-09T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:17:06.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Lo mejor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frente'/><title type='text'>Frente! - Bizarre Love Triangle</title><content type='html'>Una de las canciones que me erizan los poros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJ1c9ErCn7w&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJ1c9ErCn7w&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I get a shot right through into a bolt of blue&lt;br /&gt;Its no problem of mine but its a problem I find&lt;br /&gt;Living a life that I cant leave behind&lt;br /&gt;Theres no sense in telling me&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of a fool wont set you free&lt;br /&gt;But thats the way that it goes&lt;br /&gt;And its what nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;And every day my confusion grows&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;Youll say the words that I cant say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel fine and I feel good&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I never should&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I get this way, &lt;br /&gt;I just dont know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Why cant we be ourselves like we were yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure what this could mean&lt;br /&gt;I dont think youre what you seem&lt;br /&gt;I do admit to myself&lt;br /&gt;That if I hurt someone else&lt;br /&gt;Then wed never see just what were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;Youll say the words that I cant say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-1764025146881276915?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/1764025146881276915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/1764025146881276915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/frente-bizarre-love-triangle.html' title='Frente! - Bizarre Love Triangle'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-2049386900507847744</id><published>2009-08-09T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:21:18.780-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Louise Attaque'/><title type='text'>Louise Attaque - See you later alligator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Una canción muy tintineante, me suena como a sonidos musicales asiáticos como intertextos, de la banda francesa Louise Attaque que marcó una etapa de mi vida. No tiene video, es sólo la canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/40VhGuadqgI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/40VhGuadqgI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dis mademoiselle, dis moi comment tu t'appelles? moi, mon petit nom c'est Louis&lt;br /&gt;Au plafond de ma chambre j'ai peint des etoiles&lt;br /&gt;Le ciel, la pice ca l'agrandit...&lt;br /&gt;Dans un coin de ma chambre j'ai mis la Tour Eiffel&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi, si tu veux. je te dis...&lt;br /&gt;Chaque fois qu'il quitte mon le j'entends a plus tard crocodile&lt;br /&gt;Each time&lt;br /&gt;she cross the river J'entends, See you later&lt;br /&gt;alligator See you later alligator See you later&lt;br /&gt;alligator See you later alligator...&lt;br /&gt;Dis mademoiselle, dis moi comment tu t'appelles? moi,&lt;br /&gt;mon petit nom c'est Louis&lt;br /&gt;Au plafond de ma chambre j'ai peint un sous-marin la mer, le ciel ca l'aggrandit Chaque fois qu'il quitte mon&lt;br /&gt;le j'entends a plus tard crocodile Each time she&lt;br /&gt;cross the river J'entends, See you later&lt;br /&gt;alligator See you later alligator See you later&lt;br /&gt;alligator See you later alligator...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-2049386900507847744?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/2049386900507847744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/2049386900507847744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/louise-attaque-see-you-later-alligator.html' title='Louise Attaque - See you later alligator'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-5300984414645665477</id><published>2009-08-09T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:23:07.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nouvelle Vague'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Lo mejor'/><title type='text'>Nouvelle Vague - Dancing with myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wit4wXR7dzA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wit4wXR7dzA&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the floor of Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;Or down in London town to go, go&lt;br /&gt;With the record selection&lt;br /&gt;With the mirror reflection&lt;br /&gt;I'm dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there's no-one else in sight&lt;br /&gt;In the crowded lonely night&lt;br /&gt;Well I wait so long&lt;br /&gt;For my love vibration&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;Oh dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;Well there's nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I looked all over the world&lt;br /&gt;And there's every type of girl&lt;br /&gt;But your empty eyes&lt;br /&gt;Seem to pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Leave me dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's sink another drink&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it'll give me time to think&lt;br /&gt;If I had the chance&lt;br /&gt;I'd ask the world to dance&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;Oh dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;Well there's nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;Oh dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;Well there's nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I looked all over the world&lt;br /&gt;And there's every type of girl&lt;br /&gt;But your empty eyes&lt;br /&gt;Seem to pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Leave me dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's sink another drink&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it'll give me time to think&lt;br /&gt;If I had the chance&lt;br /&gt;I'd ask the world to dance&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's sink another drink&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it'll give me time to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;Oh dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;Well there's nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;Oh dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;Well there's nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;I'll be dancing with myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-5300984414645665477?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/5300984414645665477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/5300984414645665477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/nouvelle-vague-dancing-with-myself.html' title='Nouvelle Vague - Dancing with myself'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-6381588600141810775</id><published>2009-08-09T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:28:07.900-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Folclore Latinoamericano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marta Gómez'/><title type='text'>Marta Gómez - San Pedro</title><content type='html'>¡Viva Colombia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZV7FqTi0wCg&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZV7FqTi0wCg&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo le pido a San Pedro&lt;br /&gt; que si me lleva pa' allá,&lt;br /&gt;Me deje seguir cantando&lt;br /&gt; sin mandarme a callar (bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo oi que si uno se muere&lt;br /&gt; asi sin saber por qué,&lt;br /&gt;el cuerpo se queda abajo&lt;br /&gt; y el alma sube después&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces yo me pregunto:&lt;br /&gt;  si canto de corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Que si cuando yo me muera&lt;br /&gt;  se morirá mi canción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el canto sale de adentro&lt;br /&gt;  Yo lo siento bien aquí&lt;br /&gt;Será que sale del alma&lt;br /&gt;  Cuando uno se va a morir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no pido muchas cosas,&lt;br /&gt;  pero El tiene que entender&lt;br /&gt;Que cantar me gusta mucho&lt;br /&gt;  y es lo unico que se hacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo le prometo a San Pedro&lt;br /&gt;  que si me deja cantar,&lt;br /&gt;Le alegro la muerte a todos&lt;br /&gt;  por toda la eternidad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-6381588600141810775?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6381588600141810775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6381588600141810775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/marta-gomez-san-pedro.html' title='Marta Gómez - San Pedro'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-4469688844362970864</id><published>2009-08-09T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:31:02.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liliana Herrero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Folclore Latinoamericano'/><title type='text'>Liliana Herrero - Confesiones del viento</title><content type='html'>¡Cómo me gusta esta canción!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hQL9GfxZtM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hQL9GfxZtM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El viento me confió cosas&lt;br /&gt;que siempre llevo conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;me dijo que recordaba&lt;br /&gt;un barrilete y tres niños,&lt;br /&gt;que el sauce estaba muy débil,&lt;br /&gt;que en realidad él no quiso,&lt;br /&gt;que fue uno de esos días&lt;br /&gt;que todo es un estropicio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dijo que los pichones&lt;br /&gt;a veces de apresurados&lt;br /&gt;caen al suelo indefensos&lt;br /&gt;y él no consigue evitarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Me habló de arenas de agosto,&lt;br /&gt;de cartas de enamorados,&lt;br /&gt;del humo en las chimeneas,&lt;br /&gt;del fuego abrazando el árbol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iba cargado de culpas&lt;br /&gt;y seguía confesando.&lt;br /&gt;En su lomo de distancias&lt;br /&gt;no cabalgaba ni un pájaro.&lt;br /&gt;Era un fantasma ese viento,&lt;br /&gt;un alma en pena penando&lt;br /&gt;y en ese telar de angustias&lt;br /&gt;tejió sus babas el diablo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dijo que recordaba&lt;br /&gt;que en realidad él no quiso.&lt;br /&gt;aveces de apresurado &lt;br /&gt;un barrilete y tres niños.&lt;br /&gt;Me habló de arenas al cielo&lt;br /&gt;y chimeneas al piso,&lt;br /&gt;de cartas de enamorados,&lt;br /&gt;que todo es un estropicio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era un fantasma ese viento,&lt;br /&gt;tejió sus babas el diablo,&lt;br /&gt;iba quebrado de culpas&lt;br /&gt;y no consigue evitarlo.&lt;br /&gt;En ese telar de angustias&lt;br /&gt;el fuego abrazando el árbol,&lt;br /&gt;el sauce estaba muy débil&lt;br /&gt;y seguía confesando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le pregunté por las chapas&lt;br /&gt;del techo de los de abajo&lt;br /&gt;dijo: “el hombre ha de luchar&lt;br /&gt;para conseguir los clavos&lt;br /&gt;en vez de hincarse a rezar&lt;br /&gt;para olvidar sus quebrantos&lt;br /&gt;o de sentarse a esperar&lt;br /&gt;regalos eleccionarios”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sorprendió la respuesta&lt;br /&gt;pero no quise atajarlo,&lt;br /&gt;pues cuando lleva razón&lt;br /&gt;vaya, ¡quién quiere pararlo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El viento me confió cosas&lt;br /&gt;que siempre llevo conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;que siempre llevo conmig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-4469688844362970864?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4469688844362970864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4469688844362970864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/liliana-herrero-confesiones-del-viento.html' title='Liliana Herrero - Confesiones del viento'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-4189584272836406354</id><published>2009-08-09T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T15:45:14.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Folclore Latinoamericano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ana Prada'/><title type='text'>Ana Prada - Violeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b7IdRimrjJw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b7IdRimrjJw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-4189584272836406354?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4189584272836406354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4189584272836406354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/ana-prada-violeta.html' title='Ana Prada - Violeta'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-2236443723729981068</id><published>2009-08-09T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:37:48.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Silvina Garre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Lo mejor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Juan Carlos Baglietto'/><title type='text'>Silvina Garre y Juan C. Baglietto - El Témpano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recital que unió a Silvina Garré y a Juan Carlos Baglietto en el Estadio Luna Park en el año 1989.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PA-Hpri0T5A&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PA-Hpri0T5A&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces cuando pienso que todo esta perdido&lt;br /&gt;voy hacia algunas formas de la muerte&lt;br /&gt;me pego un tiro con una palabra&lt;br /&gt;que alguna vez me fue tan transparente.&lt;br /&gt;En la ternura del agua que corre&lt;br /&gt;me recuerdan la llegada de unos trenes&lt;br /&gt;sales de los mares curvas de los puertos&lt;br /&gt;con mujeres descalzas en el verde&lt;br /&gt;Voy hacia el fuego como la mariposa&lt;br /&gt;y no hay rima que rime con vivir&lt;br /&gt;no te pares no te mates&lt;br /&gt;solo es una forma mas de demorarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las tardes tranquilas&lt;br /&gt;cuando extraño todo&lt;br /&gt;pienso que todo no es lo que perdí&lt;br /&gt;una rosa de feria&lt;br /&gt;y aun a costa de perder&lt;br /&gt;se pierde pero se gana&lt;br /&gt;la lucha es de igual a igual&lt;br /&gt;contra uno mismo&lt;br /&gt;y eso es ganarla&lt;br /&gt;no te pares, no te mates&lt;br /&gt;solo es una forma de mas de demorarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo la quietud de la tierra&lt;br /&gt;la quietud de estar adentro&lt;br /&gt;se cree mas en los milagros&lt;br /&gt;a la hora del entierro&lt;br /&gt;Este hombre trabajo&lt;br /&gt;quien escribirá su historia&lt;br /&gt;la cal reseca la viuda que sueña&lt;br /&gt;los amigos que siguen igual&lt;br /&gt;La gloria en zapatillas&lt;br /&gt;el florero vacío&lt;br /&gt;quien sabe si se puso a pensar&lt;br /&gt;para que vivo&lt;br /&gt;vivo para no perder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-2236443723729981068?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/2236443723729981068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/2236443723729981068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/silvina-garre-y-juan-c-baglietto-el.html' title='Silvina Garre y Juan C. Baglietto - El Témpano'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-8287725658282001104</id><published>2009-08-09T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:39:50.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisandro Aristimuño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Lo mejor'/><title type='text'>Lisandro Aristimuño - Me hice cargo de tu luz</title><content type='html'>¡Impresionante! Con Jorge Araujo en percusión en FM La Tribu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AtETgAQQfng&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AtETgAQQfng&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hice cargo de tu luz&lt;br /&gt;que desde afuera es tan hermosa&lt;br /&gt;me vi hundido en lo azul&lt;br /&gt;de todo el cielo de Mendoza&lt;br /&gt;Seguí la ruta y caminé&lt;br /&gt;cantando "A punto de caer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hice imagen de tu cruz&lt;br /&gt;cortando todo el viento Zonda&lt;br /&gt;tu noche apareció preciosa&lt;br /&gt;y el día se mostró sin fin, sin fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hice cargo por mirar&lt;br /&gt;colores de tu piel tan rosa,&lt;br /&gt;es duro olvidarme de vos&lt;br /&gt;en este trampolín de rocas&lt;br /&gt;igual me quedo con tu boca&lt;br /&gt;que sabe derretir dolor, dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue necesaria tanta luz&lt;br /&gt;para poder seguir tu sombra&lt;br /&gt;me hice imagen de tu cruz&lt;br /&gt;cortando todo el viento Zonda&lt;br /&gt;tu noche apareció preciosa&lt;br /&gt;y el día se mostró sin fin, sin fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hice cargo de tu luz&lt;br /&gt;Me hice cargo de tu luz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-8287725658282001104?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/8287725658282001104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/8287725658282001104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/lisandro-aristimuno-y-jorge-araujo-me.html' title='Lisandro Aristimuño - Me hice cargo de tu luz'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-3638347148041018031</id><published>2009-08-09T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:51:39.461-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisandro Aristimuño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Folclore Latinoamericano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mariana Baraj'/><title type='text'>Mariana Baraj y Lisandro Aristimuño - Si se acordará</title><content type='html'>Un dúo argentino impresionante. Música latinoamericana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGeLoct9r6s&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LGeLoct9r6s&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Vidala Tafí del Valle / Tucumán)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobrecita mi negrita&lt;br /&gt;si se acordará de mí&lt;br /&gt;si me tendrá en su memoria&lt;br /&gt;como la tengo yo aquí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque otro le gusta&lt;br /&gt;se aleja de mí&lt;br /&gt;porque otro le gusta&lt;br /&gt;se olvida de mí&lt;br /&gt;tal vez andando&lt;br /&gt;se acuerde de mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdas la palomita&lt;br /&gt;mensajera de mi amor&lt;br /&gt;que te llevaba mis cartas&lt;br /&gt;prendai de mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque otro le gusta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para subir a tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;y hablarle a tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;yo quise ser escalera&lt;br /&gt;de treinta y un escalón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque otro le gusta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.marianabaraj.com.ar/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-3638347148041018031?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/3638347148041018031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/3638347148041018031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/mariana-baraj-y-alisandro-aristimuno-si.html' title='Mariana Baraj y Lisandro Aristimuño - Si se acordará'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-993625350218664055</id><published>2009-08-09T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:46:21.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Folclore Latinoamericano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorena Astudillo'/><title type='text'>Lorena Astudillo - Doña Ubenza</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vglTfWJ220s&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vglTfWJ220s&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando llorando pa' adentro,&lt;br /&gt;aunque me ría pa' afuera&lt;br /&gt;así tengo yo que vivir&lt;br /&gt;esperando a que me muera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le doy ventaja a los vientos,&lt;br /&gt;porque no puedo yo volar&lt;br /&gt;hasta que agarro mi caja&lt;br /&gt;y la empiezo a bagualear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi raza reza que pedirá,&lt;br /&gt;allá en el monte de caridad&lt;br /&gt;no tiene tiempo ya no da mas&lt;br /&gt;reza que reza porque será.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valles sonoros de pedregal,&lt;br /&gt;piedra por piedra el viento va,&lt;br /&gt;borrando huellas a mi dolor&lt;br /&gt;silencio puro es mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me persigno por si acaso,&lt;br /&gt;no vaya ser dios exista&lt;br /&gt;y me lleve pal infierno&lt;br /&gt;con todas mis ovejitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se si habrá otro mundo,&lt;br /&gt;donde las almas suspiran&lt;br /&gt;yo vivo sobre la tierra&lt;br /&gt;trajinando todo el día.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-993625350218664055?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/993625350218664055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/993625350218664055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/lorena-astudillo-dona-ubenza.html' title='Lorena Astudillo - Doña Ubenza'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-1696000727988241368</id><published>2009-08-09T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:56:37.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Folclore Latinoamericano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dúo Quimera'/><title type='text'>Dúo Quimera - La arenosa</title><content type='html'>Otra versión del clásico tema "La arenosa" que me encanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RukWuZ2kQJs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RukWuZ2kQJs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arenosa, arenosita&lt;br /&gt;Mi tierra cafayateña&lt;br /&gt;El que bebe de su vino&lt;br /&gt;Gana sueño y pierde pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El agua de calchaqui&lt;br /&gt;Padre de todas las siembras&lt;br /&gt;Cuando uno se va y no vuelve&lt;br /&gt;Canta llorando y se aleja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arena, arenita&lt;br /&gt;Arena, tapa mi huella&lt;br /&gt;Para que en las vendimias&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida yo vuelva a verla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna de los medanales&lt;br /&gt;Lunita cafayateña&lt;br /&gt;Luna de arena morena&lt;br /&gt;En carnavales de ausencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja que beba en tu vino&lt;br /&gt;La savia cafayateña&lt;br /&gt;Y que me pierda en la cueca&lt;br /&gt;Cantando antes que me muera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arena, arenita&lt;br /&gt;Arena, tapa mi huella&lt;br /&gt;Para que en las vendimias&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida yo vuelva a verla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gustavo Leguizamón, M. J. Castilla-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-1696000727988241368?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/1696000727988241368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/1696000727988241368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/duo-quimera-la-arenosa.html' title='Dúo Quimera - La arenosa'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-6844199364997565599</id><published>2009-08-09T15:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:57:38.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Folclore Latinoamericano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lorena Astudillo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descubiertos'/><title type='text'>Lorena Astudillo - La arenosa</title><content type='html'>Hermosa versión jazzeada de un clásico tema del folclore argentino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgNyw-1dtSk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgNyw-1dtSk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arenosa, arenosita&lt;br /&gt;Mi tierra cafayateña&lt;br /&gt;El que bebe de su vino&lt;br /&gt;Gana sueño y pierde pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El agua de calchaqui&lt;br /&gt;Padre de todas las siembras&lt;br /&gt;Cuando uno se va y no vuelve&lt;br /&gt;Canta llorando y se aleja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arena, arenita&lt;br /&gt;Arena, tapa mi huella&lt;br /&gt;Para que en las vendimias&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida yo vuelva a verla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna de los medanales&lt;br /&gt;Lunita cafayateña&lt;br /&gt;Luna de arena morena&lt;br /&gt;En carnavales de ausencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja que beba en tu vino&lt;br /&gt;La savia cafayateña&lt;br /&gt;Y que me pierda en la cueca&lt;br /&gt;Cantando antes que me muera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arena, arenita&lt;br /&gt;Arena, tapa mi huella&lt;br /&gt;Para que en las vendimias&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida yo vuelva a verla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-6844199364997565599?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6844199364997565599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6844199364997565599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/lorena-astudillo-la-arenosa.html' title='Lorena Astudillo - La arenosa'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-380790918772659208</id><published>2009-08-09T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:59:02.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descubiertos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amadou et Mariam'/><title type='text'>Amadou &amp; Mariam - Masiteladi</title><content type='html'>El video es buenísimo, Amadou y Mariam, de Mali, también lo son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/D08X44Q_sLk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/D08X44Q_sLk&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux aller, le chemin est libre.&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux bouger, la vie est si belle.&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux aller, le chemin est libre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu as perdu ton boulot dans cette vie la,&lt;br /&gt;Massi téladi.&lt;br /&gt;Ta femme t’as quitté à cause de ça-la,&lt;br /&gt;Massi téladi.&lt;br /&gt;Tu as perdu ta famille dans cette vie la,&lt;br /&gt;Massi téladi.&lt;br /&gt;Eh! Tes amis t’on quitté à cause de ça la,&lt;br /&gt;Massi téladi, massi téladi...&lt;br /&gt;La vie est est une école.&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne peux pas rester, tu ne peux pas rester,&lt;br /&gt;Dans cette vie là, il faut te racheter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux aller, le chemin est libre,&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux bouger, la vie est si belle,&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux aller, le chemin est libre,&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux bouger, la vie est si belle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ka fourou douman tiyan na fêmi kosson.&lt;br /&gt;Massi téladi.&lt;br /&gt;I ka kanou douman tiyana na fêmi kosson.&lt;br /&gt;Massi téladi.&lt;br /&gt;I ka baden ya douman tiyana fêmi kosson.&lt;br /&gt;Massi téladi.&lt;br /&gt;I ka sindjiya douma tiyana fêmi kosson.&lt;br /&gt;Massi téladi, massi téladi...&lt;br /&gt;La vie est est une école.&lt;br /&gt;Tu ne peux pas rester, tu ne peux pas rester,&lt;br /&gt;Dans cette vie là, il faut te racheter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni ya gnagami massi ta gnanabo.&lt;br /&gt;Tu as perdu ton boulot dans cette vie la.&lt;br /&gt;Ni ya féréké massi ta gnan-nabo.&lt;br /&gt;Ta femme t’as quitté à cause de ça-la.&lt;br /&gt;Ni ya gnougouba massi ta gnan-nabo.&lt;br /&gt;Tu as perdu ta famille dans cette vie la.&lt;br /&gt;Ni ya gnagami massi ta gnanabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux aller, le chemin est libre,&lt;br /&gt;Tu peux bouger, la vie est si belle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-380790918772659208?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/380790918772659208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/380790918772659208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/regina-speketor-fidelity.html' title='Amadou &amp; Mariam - Masiteladi'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-7495759936394847279</id><published>2009-08-09T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:00:04.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Animal Collective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descubiertos'/><title type='text'>Animal Collective - My girls</title><content type='html'>Aunque no soy muy sensible a la música electrónica, cada tanto aparecen temas como este que me impresionan. El video también me encanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zol2MJf6XNE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zol2MJf6XNE&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it much that I feel I need&lt;br /&gt;A solid soul and the blood I bleed&lt;br /&gt;With a little girl, and by my spouse&lt;br /&gt;I only want a proper house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care for fancy things&lt;br /&gt;Or to take part in a precious race&lt;br /&gt;And children cry for the one who has&lt;br /&gt;A real big heart and a father's grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to seem like I care about material things like a social status&lt;br /&gt;I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-7495759936394847279?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/7495759936394847279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/7495759936394847279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/animal-collective-my-girls.html' title='Animal Collective - My girls'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-4677554258790501072</id><published>2009-08-09T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:06:21.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Lo mejor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descubiertos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amadou et Mariam'/><title type='text'>Amadou et Mariam - La Paix</title><content type='html'>Una canción hermosa con un mensaje muy positivo y unas imágenes bellísimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OvQrXl1RWKA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OvQrXl1RWKA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivez la solidarite entre le peuple&lt;br /&gt;vivez la solidarite entre le peuple&lt;br /&gt;maliens, ivoriens&lt;br /&gt;ivoriens, burkinabes,&lt;br /&gt;mauritaniens, senegalais,&lt;br /&gt;guineens, ghanaiens&lt;br /&gt;vivez la solidarite entre le peuple&lt;br /&gt;(langue locale d'Afrique)&lt;br /&gt;ivoriens, burkinabes,&lt;br /&gt;(langue locale)&lt;br /&gt;guineens, ghanaiens,&lt;br /&gt;(langue locale)&lt;br /&gt;maliens, francais,&lt;br /&gt;(langue locale)&lt;br /&gt;ivoriens, burkinabes,&lt;br /&gt;(langue locale)&lt;br /&gt;nigeriens, algeriens,&lt;br /&gt;(langue locale)&lt;br /&gt;togolais, beninois,&lt;br /&gt;yah yeh yeh yah yeh yeh yeh&lt;br /&gt;yah yeh yeh yah yeh whoa whoa&lt;br /&gt;(langue locale)&lt;br /&gt;vivez la solidarite entre le peuple&lt;br /&gt;(langue locale)&lt;br /&gt;ivoriens, burkinabes,&lt;br /&gt;(langue locale)&lt;br /&gt;guineens, ghanaiens,&lt;br /&gt;(langue locale)&lt;br /&gt;togolais, beninois,&lt;br /&gt;vivez la solidarite entre le peuple&lt;br /&gt;(langue locale)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-4677554258790501072?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4677554258790501072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4677554258790501072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/amadou-et-mariam-la-paix.html' title='Amadou et Mariam - La Paix'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-6824529163744636469</id><published>2009-08-09T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:07:54.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psapp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descubiertos'/><title type='text'>Psapp - Monster song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikPbkbTnUvQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikPbkbTnUvQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out the door,&lt;br /&gt;That's what it's for&lt;br /&gt;And tell me what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;I do believe&lt;br /&gt;That through the trees&lt;br /&gt;There's something hiding from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window's wide&lt;br /&gt;It climbs inside&lt;br /&gt;But I don't hear it creeping&lt;br /&gt;I know its plan&lt;br /&gt;Because it can&lt;br /&gt;It gets me while I'm sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's happening again&lt;br /&gt;It is laughing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;When it gets me I will&lt;br /&gt;Never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come out the dark&lt;br /&gt;And join the march&lt;br /&gt;And we'll taste victory, I know&lt;br /&gt;And through the crowds&lt;br /&gt;And bustling sounds&lt;br /&gt;There's something waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wears disguise&lt;br /&gt;A faint surprise&lt;br /&gt;Though I can see its yellow eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I can hear it as it comes&lt;br /&gt;And it wants to taste my blood&lt;br /&gt;We're already lost, my love&lt;br /&gt;We'll never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An open gate will close at eight&lt;br /&gt;I'll bolt the door and pace the floor&lt;br /&gt;I still believe&lt;br /&gt;Behind the leaves&lt;br /&gt;There's something waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rising fear&lt;br /&gt;Tells me it's near&lt;br /&gt;And I'm about to be consumed&lt;br /&gt;The monster looms&lt;br /&gt;And soon I know I will be&lt;br /&gt;Dead and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's happening again&lt;br /&gt;And I do not like this pain&lt;br /&gt;Now it's got me,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I like to go&lt;br /&gt;For familiar feelings&lt;br /&gt;And when they show&lt;br /&gt;They only grow&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide their meanings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I like to go&lt;br /&gt;For familiar feelings&lt;br /&gt;And when they show&lt;br /&gt;They only grow&lt;br /&gt;I can't hide their meanings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-6824529163744636469?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6824529163744636469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6824529163744636469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/psapp-monster-song.html' title='Psapp - Monster song'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-1301356180884449212</id><published>2009-08-09T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:10:15.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Lo mejor'/><title type='text'>Eugenia León - La llorona</title><content type='html'>Excelente cortometraje y estupenda voz la de la cantante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eW6hVfafF6c&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eW6hVfafF6c&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé que tienen las flores llorona, las flores del campo santo&lt;br /&gt;No sé que tienen las flores llorona, las flores del campo santo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cuando las mueve el viento llorona, parece que están llorando&lt;br /&gt;Que cuando las mueve el viento llorona, parece que están llorando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay de mí llorona, llorona tu eres mi chunca&lt;br /&gt;Ay de mí llorona, llorona tu eres mi chunca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quitaran de quererte llorona pero de olvidarte nunca&lt;br /&gt;Me quitaran de quererte llorona pero de olvidarte nunca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(guitarra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A un santo cristo de fierro llorona mis penas le conté yo&lt;br /&gt;A un santo cristo de fierro llorona mis penas le conté yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuales no serian mis penas llorona que el santo cristo lloró&lt;br /&gt;Cuales no serian mis penas llorona que el santo cristo lloró&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay de mí llorona, llorona de un campo lirio&lt;br /&gt;Ay de mí llorona, llorona de un campo lirio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El que no sabe de amores llorona no sabe lo que es martirio&lt;br /&gt;El que no sabe de amores llorona no sabe lo que es martirio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Guitarra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos besos llevo en el alma llorona que no se apartan de mí&lt;br /&gt;Dos besos llevo en el alma llorona que no se apartan de mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El último a de mi madre llorona y el primero que te dí&lt;br /&gt;El ultimo a de mi madre llorona y el primero que te dí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay de mí llorona, llorona llevame al rio&lt;br /&gt;Ay de mí llorona, llorona llevame al rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapame con tu reboso llorona por que me muero de frío&lt;br /&gt;Tapame con tu reboso llorona por que me muero de frío&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-1301356180884449212?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/1301356180884449212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/1301356180884449212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/eugenia-leon-llorona.html' title='Eugenia León - La llorona'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-6288540751331572266</id><published>2009-08-09T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:10:56.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Lo mejor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coralie Clément'/><title type='text'>Coralie Clément - C'est la vie</title><content type='html'>En francés, con ritmos latinoamericanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/thDU6HTaPBM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/thDU6HTaPBM&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c’est la vie&lt;br /&gt;c’est la vie qu’on mène&lt;br /&gt;aucun passant ne ns renseigne&lt;br /&gt;c’est la vie&lt;br /&gt;c’est la vie cette chienne&lt;br /&gt;qui fait qu’on restera nous même&lt;br /&gt;c’est la vie&lt;br /&gt;c’est la vie quand même&lt;br /&gt;c’est pas vilain l'Ille et Vilaine&lt;br /&gt;c’est la vie&lt;br /&gt;c’est la vie qu’on mène&lt;br /&gt;anxiolytiques et café crème&lt;br /&gt;la vie qui brûle nos idoles&lt;br /&gt;une grue dans la cour de l'école&lt;br /&gt;moi je n’oublie pas&lt;br /&gt;nos premier pas&lt;br /&gt;je nou-blie pas&lt;br /&gt;je nou-blie pas&lt;br /&gt;je noublie pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c’est la vie&lt;br /&gt;c’est la vie qu’on mène&lt;br /&gt;on baigne dans son sang tout baigne&lt;br /&gt;c’est la vie&lt;br /&gt;c’est la vie quand même&lt;br /&gt;on voudrait boire l'eau des fontaines&lt;br /&gt;c’est la vie&lt;br /&gt;c’est la vie bohème&lt;br /&gt;la nuit qu’on préfère les enseignes&lt;br /&gt;c’est la vie&lt;br /&gt;c’est la vie cette chienne&lt;br /&gt;il est grand temps qu'on se renseigne&lt;br /&gt;la vie qui brûle nos idoles&lt;br /&gt;comme l'été brûle l'herbe folle&lt;br /&gt;moi je n’oublie pas&lt;br /&gt;nos premiers pas&lt;br /&gt;je n’oublie pas non plus&lt;br /&gt;le premier clash&lt;br /&gt;les premiers mots crus&lt;br /&gt;et cette paire de claques&lt;br /&gt;sur le clic clac...clac&lt;br /&gt;je cours dans les flaques&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-6288540751331572266?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6288540751331572266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6288540751331572266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/coralie-clement-cest-la-vie.html' title='Coralie Clément - C&apos;est la vie'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-6287218002973801223</id><published>2009-08-09T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T05:39:47.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oren Lavie'/><title type='text'>Oren Lavie - Her Morning Elegance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;¡Excelente video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun been down for days&lt;br /&gt;A pretty flower in a vase&lt;br /&gt;A slipper by the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;A cello lying in its case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon she's down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;Her morning elegance she wears&lt;br /&gt;The sound of water makes her dream&lt;br /&gt;Awoken by a cloud of steam&lt;br /&gt;She pours a daydream in a cup&lt;br /&gt;A spoon of sugar sweetens up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And She fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she puts on her coat&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life on the train&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the rain&lt;br /&gt;As it pours&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she goes in a store&lt;br /&gt;With a thought she has caught&lt;br /&gt;By a thread&lt;br /&gt;She pays for the bread&lt;br /&gt;And She goes...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun been down for days&lt;br /&gt;A winter melody she plays&lt;br /&gt;The thunder makes her contemplate&lt;br /&gt;She hears a noise behind the gate&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a letter with a dove&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a stranger she could love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And She fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she puts on her coat&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life on the train&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the rain&lt;br /&gt;As it pours&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she goes in a store&lt;br /&gt;With a thought she has caught&lt;br /&gt;By a thread&lt;br /&gt;She pays for the bread&lt;br /&gt;And She goes...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And She fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;As she puts on her coat&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life on the train&lt;br /&gt;She looks at the rain&lt;br /&gt;As it pours&lt;br /&gt;And she fights for her life&lt;br /&gt;Where people are pleasently strange&lt;br /&gt;And counting the change&lt;br /&gt;And She goes...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Detrás de escena:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JKptYcQuKxc" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-6287218002973801223?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6287218002973801223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6287218002973801223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/oren-lavie-her-morning-elegance.html' title='Oren Lavie - Her Morning Elegance'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/JKptYcQuKxc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-6593471306352520833</id><published>2009-08-09T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:14:51.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descubiertos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elli Medeiros'/><title type='text'>Elli Medeiros - For you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oG9YwQ85CdQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oG9YwQ85CdQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://elli-medeiros.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-6593471306352520833?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6593471306352520833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6593471306352520833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/elli-medeiros-for-you.html' title='Elli Medeiros - For you'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-3835667427926754624</id><published>2009-08-09T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:12:23.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descubiertos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coralie Clément'/><title type='text'>Coralie Clément - Samba de mon coeur qui bat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_hGBf4exIBw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_hGBf4exIBw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu que c'est lâche&lt;br /&gt;Que c'est fâcheux&lt;br /&gt;Quelle tragédie, quel tracas&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu que c'est vache&lt;br /&gt;Mon amoureux est reparti là-bas&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu que c'est triste&lt;br /&gt;Il m'aimait si peu&lt;br /&gt;Moi je l'aimais tant je crois&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu tu t'en fiches&lt;br /&gt;Toi tu n'as d'yeux&lt;br /&gt;Que pour une autre que moi&lt;br /&gt;Même si le temps passe&lt;br /&gt;Je n'oublie pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La samba&lt;br /&gt;La samba des jours avec toi&lt;br /&gt;La samba des jours avec toi&lt;br /&gt;La samba de mon coeur qui bat&lt;br /&gt;La samba&lt;br /&gt;La samba des jours avec toi&lt;br /&gt;La samba des jours avec toi&lt;br /&gt;La samba de mon coeur qui bat&lt;br /&gt;Samba de mon coeur qui bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu que c'est moche&lt;br /&gt;C'est ennuyeux&lt;br /&gt;Tu t'es joué de moi&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu que c'est cloche&lt;br /&gt;De se dire adieu&lt;br /&gt;Et Paris est si froid&lt;br /&gt;Mon dieu si tu existes même un peu&lt;br /&gt;Ramène-moi&lt;br /&gt;Mon aquarelliste&lt;br /&gt;Si vaniteux&lt;br /&gt;Qui ne peignait que moi&lt;br /&gt;Même si le temps passe&lt;br /&gt;Je n'oublie pas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-3835667427926754624?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/3835667427926754624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/3835667427926754624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/coralie-clement-samba-de-mon-coeur-qui.html' title='Coralie Clément - Samba de mon coeur qui bat'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-389347514486711420</id><published>2009-08-09T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:08:43.065-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pablo Dacal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descubiertos'/><title type='text'>Pablo Dacal - Balada del mar salado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;Una canción que me encanta y que invita a cantar...&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/od5eDb246gA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/od5eDb246gA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-389347514486711420?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/389347514486711420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/389347514486711420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2009/08/pablo-dacal-balada-del-mar-salado.html' title='Pablo Dacal - Balada del mar salado'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-299816886566106246</id><published>2008-08-14T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:12:02.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Agarrate Catalina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descargar Disco'/><title type='text'>¡Agarrate Catalina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SOFQI_iOe_I/AAAAAAAACkA/YtLD9ONcioI/s1600-h/P1020291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SOFQI_iOe_I/AAAAAAAACkA/YtLD9ONcioI/s320/P1020291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251566755914873842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Agarrate&lt;/span&gt; Catalina&lt;/span&gt; es una murga uruguaya que anduvo por Resistencia en estos días, tocaron gratis en una plaza pequeña donde ni siquiera había mucha gente, seguro por falta de difusión, pero estábamos los imprescindibles... Presentaron su obra "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El Viaje&lt;/span&gt;" (2008) de tópico &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existencialista&lt;/span&gt; porque trata sobre la vida y la muerte y profundiza en otro tema que es problemático y que a mí siempre me conmueve: la tercera edad... no puedo creer que los sabios del pasado ahora sean un sector marginado y abandonado dentro del sistema... los rostros de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;viejitos&lt;/span&gt; mirando al infinito que encuentro en ventanas y puertas cuando doy vueltas por ahí &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;realmente&lt;/span&gt; me indignan. Así que con esta obra me reí mucho pero también me emocioné y lloré. La sátira tiene ese extraño poder de hacerte reír y llorar, te arranca emociones contradictorias y te deja tambaleando, y el tembleque se puede convertir en baile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unas de las cosas mejor logradas que tienen son las máscaras y el maquillaje. La actuación también... O sea, la construcción de personajes.&lt;br /&gt;En este &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; se ve el inicio del espectáculo "El viaje":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSS2n3JcvFw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tSS2n3JcvFw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La murga uruguaya tiene cuna europea, desciende de la chirigota española (todos sabemos que los españoles tienen unas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tradiciones&lt;/span&gt; bien exóticas y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;paganas que a veces dan miedito&lt;/span&gt;, así que no podía venir de otra parte... la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;psicodelia&lt;/span&gt; del folclore español en ciertas regiones, es un tema aparte a ser tratado en un próximo capítulo...) Felizmente los uruguayos deformaron la chirigota dándole un tono propio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entonces, la murga uruguaya hoy es un género teatral y musical que consiste en un coro de unas 13 a 17 personas que, acompañados por una batería de murga integrada por: bombo, platillos y redoblante, entona canciones y realiza cuadros musicales con personajes. Todo está hilado con una línea argumental colorida donde el tema principal ronda alrededor de los acontecimientos sobresalientes del año. Lo más importante es que tiene un alto contenido de crítica política y social.&lt;br /&gt;Siguiendo con la sátira política y social, me interesa difundir lo que piensan estos artistas sobre el conflicto de las &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;papeleras&lt;/span&gt; finlandesas que se instalaron en su país y que afectan al mío. Gran problema gran, que generó una movida &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;intergeneracional&lt;/span&gt; memorable en Argentina, pero frente a la que hay una sordera finlandesa y europea que tal vez las voces de la Catalina logren destapar, quién sabe... Y claro, destruyendo la tierra de otros obvio que los nórdicos van a tener uno de los mejores sistemas del mundo, o "la avivada" más grande...&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, les pego la letra y protesto un poco con los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Agarrate&lt;/span&gt; Catalina, debajo está el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; de esta canción que pertenece a otra obra llamada "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El fin del mundo&lt;/span&gt;" que ganó el concurso oficial en 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nota: las fotos de este artículo fueron tomadas por mi amigo Ema en Resistencia, y agradezco que me haya permitido publicarlas... También él es un gran cantante, pero de jazz y bossa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6W3JJ1hI5U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6W3JJ1hI5U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aquí termina el horario de protección al &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cucarachiquito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, y empieza el horario de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cucaracho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;...de la cucaracha adulto.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Y aquí comienza el programa “Así está el mundo amigos” en honor a otra cucaracha uruguaya y que también conduzco yo.¿Qué no puedo tener dos programas? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Gorzy&lt;/span&gt; tiene 14 programas al aire ¿y yo no puedo? El “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Toto&lt;/span&gt;” arranca a las 10 de la mañana de un día y termina a las 3 de la mañana del otro día preguntando bobadas con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Etchandy&lt;/span&gt; ¿y yo no puedo?&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La celulosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;- Así está el mundo amigos Río Negro, Fray Bentos: Aumentan las manifestaciones en contra de las plantas de celulosa, a las marchas se suman figuras públicas como Eduardo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Galeano&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Natalia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Oreiro&lt;/span&gt;, quién llevaría la voz cantante de la man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;ifestación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;- Claro, ni bien se sumó &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Natalia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Oreiro&lt;/span&gt;, la manifestación se disolvió en 40 segundos y unos 200 manifestantes se encadenaron al puente para que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Natalia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Oreiro&lt;/span&gt; no sea nunca más la voz cantante de nada, porque estará fuerte como ella sola , pero canta como el culo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Desde &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Finlandia&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;con gran propaganda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;llegan las plantas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;de un jugo especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Y al mismo tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;que aumenta el traba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;jo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;esto nos trajo un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;quilombo&lt;/span&gt; ambiental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Con perdón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;del espíritu de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt; “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Custó&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;y la yegua de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Briggitte&lt;/span&gt; “Bardó”;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;¡que viva la inversión!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;¡Que placer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;ir al río a mojarse los pies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;y sentirse por primera vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;un gaucho finlandés!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Ahijuna por el repecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Vienen llegando los finlandeses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Se iban para Entre Ríos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Pero eligieron cruzar el puente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Y ahí fue que los porteños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Se preocuparon del medio ambiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Y así comenzó el berrinche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Con la rabieta de su intendente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SOFQJKA51LI/AAAAAAAACkI/vUwQiYwwVn8/s1600-h/P1020306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SOFQJKA51LI/AAAAAAAACkI/vUwQiYwwVn8/s320/P1020306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251566758727898290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;¡Si tocan la celulosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;van llenarse de sabañones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;¡Se van a quedar pelados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;van a volverse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;mariposones&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;No ven que es un plan macabro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Para transformarlos en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;lobizones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Un plan de los finlandeses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Tabaré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Vazquez&lt;/span&gt; y los masones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Ahijuna por el repecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Vienen llegando los finlandeses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Que traigan la celulosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Y que revienten todos los peces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;-Pare primo la canoa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;que me parece que veo un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;pececito&lt;/span&gt; que solloza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;¿Será por la celulosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;que no para de llorar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;-¿Cómo se hace para ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;que hay un pez llorando ahí?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;¿Dónde empieza el llanto y termina el río&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;como distingue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;usté&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;¡Si debajo del agua los peces lloran,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;quien diablos va a saber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;-¡Ahijuna los finlandeses, juera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;sotreta&lt;/span&gt;,!¡Luz mala &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Botnia&lt;/span&gt; mandinga! ¡&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Amalaya&lt;/span&gt; gringos maulas, vayan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;´sus pagos a picanear los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;pescaos&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Callesé&lt;/span&gt; no sea vejiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;los finlandeses son buenos socios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;joda&lt;/span&gt; más con la ecología&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;se va perder terrible negocio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;-¿Negocio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;La celulosa no mata al pueblo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Y a los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;pescaos&lt;/span&gt; les encanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Los bichos se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;desestresan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Mirá&lt;/span&gt; como hacen la plancha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;Quietitos&lt;/span&gt; y panza arriba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Mirá&lt;/span&gt; que lindo descansan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SOFQJW0qHqI/AAAAAAAACkQ/3WFNSNQ4bVE/s1600-h/P1020324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SOFQJW0qHqI/AAAAAAAACkQ/3WFNSNQ4bVE/s320/P1020324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251566762166197922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;-¡Pero haber sabido antes que era un negocio tan conveniente...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;¡Lo que es apresurarse con un juicio de valor..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;¡Los uruguayos somos mandados a hacer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;´hablar al pedo! ¿No? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;¡Que van a estar muertos estos bichos, tan descansando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;¡&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Mirá&lt;/span&gt; que lindo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;pescadito&lt;/span&gt;, que vitalidad...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;mirá&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;mirá&lt;/span&gt; como salta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;¡Vamos, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;finlandio&lt;/span&gt; salte, salte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;(interacciones con el pescado muerto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;-Hola, soy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;finlandio&lt;/span&gt; me encanta la celulosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;¡Si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;usté&lt;/span&gt; viera la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;cantidá&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;pescao&lt;/span&gt; que hay allá en la arena &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;tirao&lt;/span&gt; también, tomando sol, loco e la vida, como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;usté&lt;/span&gt;! ¡Hasta se han hecho amigos de las moscas que les andan revoloteando! ¿Eh...lo qué..? ¡Pero &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;dígalo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;usté&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Finlandio&lt;/span&gt;, no se quede con la “espina”! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;-¡La celulosa es muy buena para el medio ambiente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;-¡Sí señor! El ecosistema está en su esplendor. Es un caldo de cultivo. Ni se sabe la cantidad de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;animalitos&lt;/span&gt; nuevos que van a surgir gracias a la celulosa.¡Semejante contribución &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;´ la biología! ¡Miles de especies nuevas! ¡Fauna y flora en plena mutación!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;-¡Que lo parió!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;Se da cuenta, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Finlandio&lt;/span&gt;, tamo´ siendo testigo´e´ la evolución!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Rumbeando para Fray Bentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;de alpargatas y escafandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;que lindo es volver al pago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;y encontrarse con la planta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;´ sentir olor a humo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;que las chimeneas largan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;pa&lt;/span&gt;´ hacerle fiesta a los perros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;con pescuezo de jirafa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Y esos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;viejitos&lt;/span&gt; divinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;bien &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;cargaditos&lt;/span&gt; de escamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;con tentáculos y branquias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;amargueando&lt;/span&gt; de mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;- Clavo mi remo en el agua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;lo saco todo podrido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;creo que he visto un mamut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;del otro lado del río.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Que lindo es volver al pago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Pa&lt;/span&gt;´ ver las vacas que pastan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;como la vaca de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Milka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;violeta con manchas blancas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;y jinetes con caballos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;visibles para los coches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;porque tienen pelo verde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;que brilla cuando es de noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;y ovejas modernizadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;concientes&lt;/span&gt; de lo que es bueno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;que en vez de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;crecerles&lt;/span&gt; lana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;les crece &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;polietileno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;-¡Que lindo es volver al pago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;con Don &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;Rosendo&lt;/span&gt;, con Doña &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Eustaquia&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;con la pequeña paseando el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;hamster&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;bajando higos con gusto a papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Corriendo un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;choclo&lt;/span&gt; con el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;Finlandio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;con “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;Bob&lt;/span&gt; Esponja” abajo el agua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;antenitas&lt;/span&gt; todos mutando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;jugando al teto y a la piragua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;Con los porteños, los finlandeses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;los españoles, todos en casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;gritando juntos todos unidos &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;pero que linda que está la planta!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" class="storycontent"&gt;¡Celulosa, celulosa, celulosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Canciones utilizadas&lt;/span&gt;: "Del cardal", de Eustaquio Sosa; "La &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;sencillita&lt;/span&gt;", de José &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;Carbajal&lt;/span&gt;; "Al otro lado del río", de Jorge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;Drexler&lt;/span&gt;, entre otras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="storycontent"&gt;Los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;letristas&lt;/span&gt; de '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_86"&gt;Agarrate&lt;/span&gt; Catalina' son los hermanos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_87"&gt;Yamandú&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_88"&gt;Tabaré&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fuente:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.agarratecatalina.com.uy/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.agarratecatalina.com.uy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para saber más sobre la historia del grupo y descargar sus discos, este es &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=1880403995960346642"&gt;el enlace&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;descargar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; todos sus discos ir a &lt;a href="http://taringa.net/posts/musica/1417286/Agarrate-Catalina-%282006-2007-2008%29.html"&gt;Taringa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-299816886566106246?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/299816886566106246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/299816886566106246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/08/agarrate-catalina.html' title='¡Agarrate Catalina!'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SOFQI_iOe_I/AAAAAAAACkA/YtLD9ONcioI/s72-c/P1020291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-7495854068276446737</id><published>2008-08-06T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:05:26.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pato Fu'/><title type='text'>Pato Fu - "Depois"</title><content type='html'>Ya presenté antes a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pato Fu&lt;/span&gt;, este video me gustó mucho, tiene un aire... Biorjkiano, ¿no? pero la letra de la canción dice que ¡toma café y guaraná! más brasileños no podían ser, jeje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RsrsO0Mdg1E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RsrsO0Mdg1E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depois&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi dessa vez&lt;br /&gt;Mas pode ter certeza&lt;br /&gt;Mal posso esperar&lt;br /&gt;Pra fugir da tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã talvez&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser um carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Vão falar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Pro bem ou pro mal&lt;br /&gt;Tomo um café e um guaraná pra me animar&lt;br /&gt;Mas ficou tão tarde&lt;br /&gt;Que é melhor deixar pra lá...&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso em nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Deixo tudo pra depois&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso em nós três&lt;br /&gt;Fica pra outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Juntei passos, palavras&lt;br /&gt;Não era bem o momento&lt;br /&gt;Fingi não querer nada&lt;br /&gt;Tem horas que não me aguento...&lt;br /&gt;Prometo, juro, garanto&lt;br /&gt;Vou resolver tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;Assim que tiver coragem&lt;br /&gt;E mais nenhum compromisso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-7495854068276446737?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/7495854068276446737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/7495854068276446737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/08/pato-fu-depois.html' title='Pato Fu - &quot;Depois&quot;'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-6242134399526147751</id><published>2008-08-06T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T16:09:16.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dobacaracol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descubiertos'/><title type='text'>Dobacaracol, rastas canadienses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJpeSjS58YI/AAAAAAAACV0/812AcJv534o/s1600-h/322280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJpeSjS58YI/AAAAAAAACV0/812AcJv534o/s320/322280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231597589949444482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dobacaracol &lt;/span&gt;es un grupo canadiense y francófono conformado por Doba (Doriane Fabreg) y Caracol (Carole Facal), dos chicas super-rastas, percusionistas y vocalistas que conocí gracias a los proyectos de la discográfica que reúne y difunde música del mundo: Putumayo World Music. Hacen música afro-latina, también se siente influencia celta, ¿ska, reggea?... no sé. &lt;a href="http://www.dobacaracol.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Su sitio oficial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TM3tAE3ZBbI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TM3tAE3ZBbI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dobacaracol - "Etrange"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; J'ai le feu du volcan&lt;br /&gt;La chaleur du désert&lt;br /&gt;La saveur de la terre&lt;br /&gt;La lueur d'une lune claire&lt;br /&gt;Je n'ai rien que dans le coeur l'immensité du ciel ouvert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é nadé nadé nadéaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai la fraîcheur d'une rivière&lt;br /&gt;La colère du typhon&lt;br /&gt;J'ai l'amour d'une mère&lt;br /&gt;Les tourments des 4 vents&lt;br /&gt;Comme ils tombent, comme ils tombent les flocons de l'hiver&lt;br /&gt;Ils s'entassent dans ma tête comme mes contradictions et mes perles d'amour dans un écrin de poussière&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etrange comme je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;Etrange comme je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;Wowowowo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J'ai la lumière du soleil&lt;br /&gt;Le frisson de la fougère&lt;br /&gt;La rudesse de l'hiver&lt;br /&gt;La douceur du miel&lt;br /&gt;La folie manifeste et la tristesse éphémère&lt;br /&gt;La foi de celle qui n'oppose pas de barrière&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etrange comme je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme le fleuve je m'abreuve à l'océan de ta pensée&lt;br /&gt;Je boirai toute l'eau de la mer pour que tu viennes m'aimer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é a éé odéa&lt;br /&gt;Pieds nus dans la terre simplement comme hier&lt;br /&gt;Etrange comme je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;(Gady gady crazy)&lt;br /&gt;Etrange comme je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prise au piège&lt;br /&gt;J'écoute les tambours de la pluie&lt;br /&gt;Je pleure aux torrents convoyants la souffrance d'autrui&lt;br /&gt;Trop de choses à la fois se font des routes dans ma tête alors je ne sais plus rien sauf que pour toi je creuserai de nouveaux sillons, mélodies de l'univers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tjabadaja Dja Dia Dia mmDa&lt;br /&gt;Tjabadaja Dja Dia Dia mmDA&lt;br /&gt;Tjabadaja Dja Dia Dia mmDa&lt;br /&gt;Wowowowo&lt;br /&gt;Etrange comme je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme le fleuve je m'abreuve à l'océan de ta pensée&lt;br /&gt;Je boirai toute l'eau de la mer pour que tu viennes m'aimer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é a éé odéa&lt;br /&gt;Pieds nus dans la terre&lt;br /&gt;simplement comme hier&lt;br /&gt;Etrange comme je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;Etrange comme je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;(Gady gady crazy)&lt;br /&gt;Etrange comme je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;Etrange comme je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comme le fleuve je m'abreuve à l'océan de ta pensée&lt;br /&gt;Je vais reculer le soleil&lt;br /&gt;Pour savourer le sommeil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é a éé odéa&lt;br /&gt;Pieds nus dans la terre simplement comme hier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4x Etrange comme je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;(Gady gady crazy)&lt;br /&gt;2x Etrange comme je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;Je t'aime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Otro video, aquí en vivo, me gusta el estilo afro de tocar la percusión, nada que ver con el candombe resistenciano que conozco, je... Y qué despliegue de músicos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Amazone" de Dobacaracol&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1o2X79Z8tj8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1o2X79Z8tj8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amazone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="tit4"&gt;Parole d'amazone, parole de guerrière&lt;br /&gt;Galope ma peuplade sur les chevaux de la colère&lt;br /&gt;Parole de fer, parole de guerrière&lt;br /&gt;Mon empire tissé sur un canevas de tonnerre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agon...  Fille d'Arès (agon….) par la naïade Harmonie (agon…)&lt;br /&gt;Par le bronze et la poussière (agon…) sont nées 3 tribus (agon…)&lt;br /&gt;L'une était sans justice (agon…)&lt;br /&gt; l'autre sans pudeur (agon…) Et la derrière sans peur, elle était sans peur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Parole d'amazone, parole de guerrière&lt;br /&gt;Galope ma peuplade sur les chevaux de la colère&lt;br /&gt;Parole de fer, parole de guerrière&lt;br /&gt;Mon empire tissé sur un canevas de tonnerre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu goûteras à mes délices avant que la flèche ne siffle&lt;br /&gt;     tu baisseras la tête avant que la flèche ne blesse&lt;br /&gt;tu connaîtras le vertige avant que la flèche ne te fige&lt;br /&gt;Le feu de ton ventre me donnera une fille&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parole d'amazone, parole de guerrière&lt;br /&gt;Galope ma peuplade sur les chevaux de la colère&lt;br /&gt;Parole de fer, parole de guerrière&lt;br /&gt;     Artémis me mènera au sommet de la terre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parole d'amazone, parole de guerrière&lt;br /&gt;Galope ma peuplade sur les chevaux de la colère&lt;br /&gt;     Parole de fer, parole de guerrière&lt;br /&gt;     Mon empire tissé sur un canevas de tonnere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Par les filles de nos terres - Parole de guerrière&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-6242134399526147751?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6242134399526147751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6242134399526147751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/08/dobacaracol-rastas-canadienses.html' title='Dobacaracol, rastas canadienses'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJpeSjS58YI/AAAAAAAACV0/812AcJv534o/s72-c/322280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-4457400705658674211</id><published>2008-08-06T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:48:57.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Greg Pattillo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flutebox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Lo mejor'/><title type='text'>Un poco más de jazz y flutebox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJsZGwhgtkI/AAAAAAAACV8/UsmkPdPUvTI/s1600-h/projectmusic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJsZGwhgtkI/AAAAAAAACV8/UsmkPdPUvTI/s320/projectmusic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231802996016330306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Conocí a este grupo, llamado &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project, &lt;/span&gt;formado para la ocasión de sacar el disco &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Winter in June &lt;/span&gt;(2007) -nombre que para los del hemisferio sur resulta ser una redundancia poco feliz- gracias a Greg Pattillo, a quién también escuché por primera vez hace un par de años cuando descubrí el flutebox. En Project lo acompañan en contrabajo Peter Seymour, y en el chelo Eric Stephenson. En &lt;a href="http://cdbaby.com/cd/projectmusic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;este sitio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; venden y además pueden escuchar su disco completo de manera gratuita. Les pongo varios videos porque valen la pena, son unos genios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.whatisproject.org/Projectsamplebio.htm"&gt;Sitio oficial de Project&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project - "Interlude" en vivo en Brooklyn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wr3AD8mZy0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4wr3AD8mZy0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project - "Pelea de gallo"&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y6enMLIfTZg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y6enMLIfTZg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Este es el primer video de Greg Pattillo que vi, con él descubrí el flutebox y recordé mi infancia con el inspector Gadget... A algunos les molesta que se escuche cuando el músico toma aliento, para mí es aire que entra, parte del instrumento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solo de Greg Pattillo - "Inspector Gadget":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/59ZX5qdIEB0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/59ZX5qdIEB0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solo de Greg Pattillo - "Super Mario Brothers":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/crfrKqFp0Zg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/crfrKqFp0Zg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-4457400705658674211?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4457400705658674211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4457400705658674211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/08/un-poco-ms-de-jazz-y-flutebox.html' title='Un poco más de jazz y flutebox'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJsZGwhgtkI/AAAAAAAACV8/UsmkPdPUvTI/s72-c/projectmusic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-4503457308886982734</id><published>2008-08-06T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:21:11.755-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flutebox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nathan Lee'/><title type='text'>Más Nathan Lee, flutebox y algo que suena más electrónico</title><content type='html'>Sólo véanlo y escúchenlo... Este su &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nathanfluteboxlee"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sitio oficial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aEcMBc1SBII&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aEcMBc1SBII&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-4503457308886982734?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4503457308886982734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4503457308886982734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/08/ms-nathan-lee-flutebox-y-algo-que-suena.html' title='Más Nathan Lee, flutebox y algo que suena más electrónico'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-8157273371655488003</id><published>2008-08-06T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:48:08.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descubiertos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Armónica-beatbox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yuri Lane'/><title type='text'>Yuri Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El beatbox me gusta mucho cuando está bien hecho, ya les mostré un poco de este estilo con flauta, ahora va con otro instrumento de viento que me trae recuerdos de un armoniquista del que me enamoré hace tiempo, pero que era más clásico que este norteamericano Yuri Lane super experimental, aunque ya está bastante difundida esta disciplina, sólo que no es muy popular. Este es su &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/yurilane"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sitio oficial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JHUuqsSCn5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JHUuqsSCn5g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-8157273371655488003?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/8157273371655488003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/8157273371655488003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/08/yuri-lane.html' title='Yuri Lane'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-3298574001128525184</id><published>2008-08-06T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:33:50.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flutebox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Lo mejor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nathan Lee'/><title type='text'>Nathan Lee y su flauta  hip-hopeada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nathan Lee&lt;/span&gt; es es un músico británico-indio que encontré en internet hace un par de años cuando tuve la loca idea de aprender a tocar la flauta traversa y encontré este estilo de tocar este instrumento que me fascinó desde el primer momento que es el flutebox, que se relaciona con el beatbox, y que tiene ese extraño don de escupir al viento con armonía y belleza... Aquí acompañado en percusión por Hanif Khan... No sé nada más del género ni de estos artistas, sólo que me gustan mucho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YL-gbDvwi0E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YL-gbDvwi0E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-3298574001128525184?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/3298574001128525184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/3298574001128525184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/08/nathan-lee-y-su-flauta-hip-hopeada.html' title='Nathan Lee y su flauta  hip-hopeada'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-6781037806968470304</id><published>2008-08-06T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:10:35.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-De película'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Damien Rice'/><title type='text'>Demian Rice - The blower's daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Closer &lt;/span&gt;es una película que me encantó, pero más me gustó la canción de Demian Rice con la que comienza y termina el film... el video incluye la célebre frase: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello, strager&lt;/span&gt;, que tenía ganas de volver a ver y que cada tanto me permito usarla... El director es Mike Nochols, en estas imágenes se ve el encuentro poco verosímil pero inolvidable de Alice (Natalie Portman) y Dan (Jude Law) en Londres. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Voici &lt;/span&gt;las primeras escenas del film con la canción &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Blower's Daughter &lt;/span&gt;de fondo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDL8juJ5uBc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDL8juJ5uBc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que lo conozcan, al de nostálgica mirada, Demian Rice, les paso el video clip de la canción sin escenas de la película, conmovedor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ThuXEDvCZk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8ThuXEDvCZk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letra: THE BLOWER'S DAUGHTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="style37"&gt;AND SO IT IS&lt;br /&gt;JUST LIKE YOU SAID IT WOULD BE&lt;br /&gt;LIFE GOES EASY ON ME&lt;br /&gt;MOST OF THE TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO IT IS&lt;br /&gt;THE SHORTER STORY&lt;br /&gt;NO LOVE, NO GLORY&lt;br /&gt;NO HERO IN HER SKY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY EYES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO IT IS&lt;br /&gt;JUST LIKE YOU SAID IT SHOULD BE&lt;br /&gt;WE´LL BOTH FORGET THE BREEZE&lt;br /&gt;MOST OF THE TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SO IT IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THE COLDER WATER&lt;br /&gt;THE BLOWER´S DAUGHTER&lt;br /&gt;THE PUPIL IN DENIAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY EYES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I SAY THAT I LOATHE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;DID I SAY THAT I WANT TO&lt;br /&gt;LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY MIND OFF YOU&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY MIND OFF YOU&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY MIND OFF YOU&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY MIND OFF YOU&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY MIND OFF YOU&lt;br /&gt;I CAN´T TAKE MY MIND...&lt;br /&gt;MY MIND...MY MIND...&lt;br /&gt;´TIL I FIND SOMEBODY NEW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traducción: LA HIJA DE LOS SOPLADORES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="style37"&gt;Y ES ASÍ&lt;br /&gt;JUSTO COMO DIJISTE QUE DEBÍA SER&lt;br /&gt;LA VIDA CORRE FÁCIL EN MÍ&lt;br /&gt;LA MAYORÍA DEL TIEMPO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ES ASÍ&lt;br /&gt;LA HISTORIA MÁS CORTA&lt;br /&gt;NINGÚN AMOR, NINGUNA GLORIA&lt;br /&gt;NINGÚN HÉROE EN TU CIELO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MIS OJOS DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MIS OJOS DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MIS OJOS DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MIS OJOS DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MIS OJOS DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MIS OJOS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ES ASÍ&lt;br /&gt;JUSTO COMO DIJISTE QUE DEBÍA SER&lt;br /&gt;QUEREMOS AMBOS OLVIDARNOS DE LA BRISA&lt;br /&gt;LA MAYORÍA DEL TIEMPO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ES ASÍ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;EL AGUA MÁS FRÍA&lt;br /&gt;LA HIJA DEL SOPLADOR&lt;br /&gt;LA PUPILA EN LA NEGACIÓN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MIS OJOS DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MIS OJOS DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MIS OJOS DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MIS OJOS DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MIS OJOS DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MIS OJOS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿DIJE QUE TE DETESTO?&lt;br /&gt;DIGO QUE TE DESEO&lt;br /&gt;¿DEJA TODO DETRÁS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MI MENTE DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MI MENTE DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MI MENTE DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MI MENTE DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MI MENTE DE TI&lt;br /&gt;NO PUEDO QUITAR MI MENTE...&lt;br /&gt;MI MENTE... MI MENTE...&lt;br /&gt;´ HASTA QUE ENCUENTRE A ALGUIEN NUEVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-6781037806968470304?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6781037806968470304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6781037806968470304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/08/demian.html' title='Demian Rice - The blower&apos;s daughter'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-4766132711783964499</id><published>2008-08-06T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:21:23.605-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anaïs'/><title type='text'>Anaïs - Christina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anaïs... Ya presenté a Anaïs como una de mis artistas preferidas. Acá les dejo una de mis canciones preferidas... Christina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPD6KI77IPo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HPD6KI77IPo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letra de "Christina"&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="content"&gt;Oh l'enfoiré m'annoncer ça comme ça de but en blanc&lt;br /&gt;J' sais même pas qui c'est&lt;br /&gt;cette foutue Christina cette pute en blanc...&lt;br /&gt;Une infirmière nan mais j' te jure&lt;br /&gt;Bah faut qu'on t'opère ça c'est sûr&lt;br /&gt;Je verrais bien une ablation&lt;br /&gt;Sans tes couilles tu sera p'tête moins con...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh j'ai du rimmel plein les yeux&lt;br /&gt;Et en plus y pleut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et merde chui en r'tard&lt;br /&gt;Faut qu' j' les prévienne... bah où est mon portable?...&lt;br /&gt;Ah nan!...j' l'ai laissé au bar...&lt;br /&gt;C'est bien ma veine il était sur la table...&lt;br /&gt;A tous les coups on m' la piqué&lt;br /&gt;Ou un mec saoul l'a embarqué&lt;br /&gt;J'dois être au bureau dans 10 min&lt;br /&gt;J'y s'rai pas à cause de cette pute..&lt;br /&gt;Aïe ...mon talon a foutu l'camps...&lt;br /&gt;Et 'pleut à torrent...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'a pas une cabine téléphonique&lt;br /&gt;dans ce putain de quartier de merde?!&lt;br /&gt;Ah ben super l'bar est fermé&lt;br /&gt;J'ai raté mon rendez-vous&lt;br /&gt;Quoi?! Qu'est-ce t'as toi?&lt;br /&gt;T'as jamais vu une nana sans parapluie?!&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi tu m' regardes comme ça?&lt;br /&gt;T'as rien d'autre à foutre cet après midi?...&lt;br /&gt;"Excusez moi madame mais vous allez vous faire renverser&lt;br /&gt;Montez sur le trottoir, c'est moins risqué..."&lt;br /&gt;Mademoiselle! C'est mademoiselle!&lt;br /&gt;Et puis d'abord de quoi j' me mêle?!&lt;br /&gt;Nan mais c'est vrai ça hein? De quoi j' me mêle?!&lt;br /&gt;De quoi j' me mêle?! Manquait plus qu' la grêle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pourquoi ces murs blancs?...&lt;br /&gt;J'crois qu' j' peux plus bouger...&lt;br /&gt;La douleur s'étend...&lt;br /&gt;J'arrive à peine à respirer...&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé? Qu'est-ce que j'ai mal...&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé? Mon dieu j'ai mal...&lt;br /&gt;"Bonjour je m'appelle Christina,&lt;br /&gt;Je suis l'infirmière qui s'occupe de vous Madame,&lt;br /&gt;je vous apporte votre petit déj.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-4766132711783964499?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4766132711783964499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4766132711783964499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/08/anas-christina.html' title='Anaïs - Christina'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-1012344078681743674</id><published>2008-07-31T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T15:35:55.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joe Dassim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Con humor'/><title type='text'>Joe Dassim, Cecilia y los Campos Elíseos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJH-pNekG0I/AAAAAAAACU0/oEbxpLuycpw/s1600-h/joe-dassin-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJH-pNekG0I/AAAAAAAACU0/oEbxpLuycpw/s200/joe-dassin-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229240626299804482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Joe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dassin&lt;/span&gt; es un francés que me dedicó una canción, pero no me emociona tanto, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jaja&lt;/span&gt;, la causa está en el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; que les pongo más abajo. No lo conocía.&lt;br /&gt;Hace unos años trabajé en un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hostel&lt;/span&gt; en la ciudad de Salta como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;recepcionista&lt;/span&gt;, cada vez que algún simpático mochilero extranjero me preguntaba mi nombre, me cantaba: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cecilia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'ve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;broken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;blá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Yo me quedaba muda y mi inglés no era tan bueno para indagar tanto, sólo llegaba a entender que había una vieja canción con mi nombre y que la mayoría de los ingleses la conocían, los franceses no decían nada, tal vez no querían reconocerse como compatriotas del pobre Joe. Porque primero no entendí que era un francés quién la había hecho famosa en los '70 y que por ese éxito después hizo una versión inglesa, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;já&lt;/span&gt;. Me sigo riendo porque lo veo bailar en el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; y no me queda otra, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;jaja&lt;/span&gt;. Es muy gracioso, muy muy. Pobrecito... Es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;feíto&lt;/span&gt;, pobre, pero seguro que fue el símbolo sexual de su época, cumple con las expectativas de su estereotipo, pero no más que eso... Y les digo más, descubrí que mi mamá tiene &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;discos de vinilo&lt;/span&gt; viejos de él, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;jeje&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VRm8rtEpPw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VRm8rtEpPw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bueno, no voy a decir que no me agrada la música de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Joe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Dassin&lt;/span&gt; porque acá subo  lo que me gusta... Hace poco resurgió su nombre con una película por ser parte de su banda sonora, una canción más bella que &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Cecilia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... se trata de &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ux&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Champs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Elysées&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, también de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Joe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Dassim&lt;/span&gt;, tema que descubrí hace poco en la Alianza Francesa de Resistencia donde unas chicas me enseñaron a bailarlo, luego ellas (yo no) dieron un espectáculo con su coreografía. Y la verdad es que me encantó esta canción y ¡oh, casualidad!, la sorpresa que me llevé cuando al buscarla descubrí que era el mismo que cantaba &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Cecilia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... Se me cerró un circulo, todos los cabos encajaron, las ventanas se abrieron mágicamente...&lt;br /&gt;Acá les pongo un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; cortito donde se lo muestra cantando en vivo A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ux Champs Elysées&lt;/span&gt;, pero les prometo que acá lo van a ver más &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;pasable&lt;/span&gt; que en el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; anterior, ¡es un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; de archivo!, un elemento de arqueología musical. Presten atención a cómo toca la guitarra, ¡es un maestro!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uA4KihbsISU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uA4KihbsISU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Como en este &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; no está completa la canción, y seguro les va a encantar, les pongo otra versión donde incluso tiene la letra para un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; cibernético. Es el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;trailer&lt;/span&gt; de la película cómica  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Darjeeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Limited&lt;/span&gt; (si quieren verla también les podría pasar el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;, pero ya es demasiado, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;¿no?&lt;/span&gt; Además, no me gustó esta peli...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2EV0eKIOzM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x2EV0eKIOzM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-1012344078681743674?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/1012344078681743674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/1012344078681743674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/07/joe-dassim-cecilia-y-los-campos-elseos.html' title='Joe Dassim, Cecilia y los Campos Elíseos'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJH-pNekG0I/AAAAAAAACU0/oEbxpLuycpw/s72-c/joe-dassin-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-820549863899451818</id><published>2008-07-30T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T10:51:28.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andrea Echeverri'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Lo mejor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soda Stereo'/><title type='text'>Soda Stereo y Andrea Echeverri - Ciudad de la furia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gustavo Cerati y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Andrea&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Echeverri&lt;/span&gt; son dos de mis preferidos. El primero formaba parte de la banda argentina Soda Stereo (¿hace falta aclararlo?, nunca se sabe...), Andrea es de Aterciopelados, excelente grupo colombiano. En este video se juntaron para tocar juntos, un clásico, la voz de Andrea me puede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z-ljuV05jTU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z-ljuV05jTU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ciudad de la Furia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me verás volar&lt;br /&gt;Por la ciudad de la furia&lt;br /&gt;Donde nadie sabe de mí&lt;br /&gt;Y yo soy parte de todos&lt;br /&gt;Nada cambiará&lt;br /&gt;Con un aviso de curva&lt;br /&gt;En sus caras veo el temor&lt;br /&gt;Ya no hay fábulas&lt;br /&gt;En la ciudad de la furia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me verás caer&lt;br /&gt;Como un ave de presa&lt;br /&gt;Me veras caer&lt;br /&gt;Sobre terrazas desiertas&lt;br /&gt;Te desnudaré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por las calles azules&lt;br /&gt;Me refugiaré&lt;br /&gt;Antes que todos despierten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dejarás dormir al amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Entre tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;Entre tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;Sabrás ocultarme bien y desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Entre la niebla&lt;br /&gt;Entre la niebla&lt;br /&gt;Un hombre alado extraña la tierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me verás volar&lt;br /&gt;Por la ciudad de la furia&lt;br /&gt;Donde nadie sabe de mi&lt;br /&gt;Y yo soy parte de todos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con la luz del sol&lt;br /&gt;Se derriten mis alas&lt;br /&gt;Solo encuentro en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;Lo que me une con la ciudad de la furia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me verás caer&lt;br /&gt;Como una flecha salvaje&lt;br /&gt;Me veras caer&lt;br /&gt;Entre vuelos fugaces&lt;br /&gt;Buenos Aires se ve tan susceptible&lt;br /&gt;Ese destino de furia es&lt;br /&gt;Lo que en sus caras persiste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dejarás dormir al amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Entre tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;Entre tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;Sabrás ocultarme bien y desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Entre la niebla&lt;br /&gt;Entre la niebla&lt;br /&gt;Un hombre alado prefiere la noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me verás volver&lt;br /&gt;Me verás volver&lt;br /&gt;A la ciudad de la furia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-820549863899451818?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/feeds/820549863899451818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880403995960346642&amp;postID=820549863899451818' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/820549863899451818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/820549863899451818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/07/soda-stereo-y-andrea-echeverri-ciudad.html' title='Soda Stereo y Andrea Echeverri - Ciudad de la furia'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-511909991212944320</id><published>2008-07-30T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:13:50.592-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mariana Aydar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mayra Andrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descubiertos'/><title type='text'>Mayra Andrade y Mariana Aydar - Tunuka</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJB2uOZoqpI/AAAAAAAACTU/rL_6qycd5QA/s1600-h/mayra-andrade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJB2uOZoqpI/AAAAAAAACTU/rL_6qycd5QA/s200/mayra-andrade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228809703888824978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mayra Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJB2t5fYbkI/AAAAAAAACTM/AC0WRJ3YUBQ/s1600-h/2090460146_b64d6ed80e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJB2t5fYbkI/AAAAAAAACTM/AC0WRJ3YUBQ/s200/2090460146_b64d6ed80e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228809698275782210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mariana Aydar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayra y Mariana cantando en una callecita de Brasil el tema "Tunuka", también en una variedad de lengua &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;creolizada&lt;/span&gt;, si existe la palabra, canción que pertenece al caboverdeano &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Orlando Pantera&lt;/strong&gt;. Otra vez una producción bellísima del sitio &lt;a href="http://www.musicadebolso.com.br/"&gt;Música de Bolso&lt;/a&gt;. Ya había presentado a la multinacional Mayra Andrade, nacida en Cuba pero a quien le gusta identificarse con Cabo Verde (África), en esta ocasión invita a cantar con ella a Mariana Aydar, reconocida cantante brasileña. Espero les guste como a mí. Lo curioso de este video es que refleja los prejuicios de algunas personas frente a los artistas callejeros (lo digo por experiencia), dos músicas de puta madre que por estar tiradas en la calle casi son ignoradas. Habrá que pensarlo dos veces la próxima vez que te cruces de largo con un artista callejero, tal vez valga la pena frenarse un par de minutos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKOzi0HoviA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rKOzi0HoviA&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tunuka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunuka, Tunuka bála&lt;br /&gt;Ki tem koráji, é só Tunuka di meu&lt;br /&gt;Sukuru ka da-l kudádu,&lt;br /&gt;Ka duê-l xintidu, ki fari duê-l korasom.&lt;br /&gt;Tunuka é nós ki bai,&lt;br /&gt;É nos ki bem, é nos ki fika li-mé.&lt;br /&gt;Nu uni korasom,&lt;br /&gt;Nasionalidádi dja-nu tem dja,&lt;br /&gt;Nu mára nós kondom, nós limária nu dexâ-l la.&lt;br /&gt;É nós ki mbárka pa Sam Tomé&lt;br /&gt;Injuriádu marádu pé&lt;br /&gt;Mi ku bo ki stába la mé&lt;br /&gt;Tudu m-dádu m-da-u també&lt;br /&gt;Na nós pom di kada diâ, oxi dretu manham mariádu&lt;br /&gt;Ramediádu ka tem midjor&lt;br /&gt;Ki spéra m-dádu m-da-u també.&lt;br /&gt;Tunuka kre-u ka pekádu&lt;br /&gt;Da-u ka ta fládu, má só bu da-m ki tenê-m.&lt;br /&gt;Tunuka, Tunuka, Tunuka&lt;br /&gt;Tunuka,Tunuka, é ti si ki-m tem pa-m fla-bu.&lt;br /&gt;(solo)- Tunuka,t,t,t,t, é ti si ki-m tem pa-m fla-bu…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-511909991212944320?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/feeds/511909991212944320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880403995960346642&amp;postID=511909991212944320' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/511909991212944320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/511909991212944320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/07/mayra-andrade-y-mariana-aydar-tunuka.html' title='Mayra Andrade y Mariana Aydar - Tunuka'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJB2uOZoqpI/AAAAAAAACTU/rL_6qycd5QA/s72-c/mayra-andrade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-6496281552327850791</id><published>2008-07-30T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T06:46:24.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Lo mejor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carla Bruni'/><title type='text'>Carla Buni - Le dernière minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJBwqA4KVCI/AAAAAAAACTE/Q9XiKFDPudw/s1600-h/carla_bruni_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJBwqA4KVCI/AAAAAAAACTE/Q9XiKFDPudw/s200/carla_bruni_07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228803034469520418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carla Bruni&lt;/span&gt;. A muchos les molesta el hecho de que esta franco-italiana sea la esposa del presidente de Francia, o que haya sido modelo. Yo la descubrí musicalmente, después me fui enterando de todos esos "pequeños" detalles que no han hecho variar mi percepción al escucharla. Su música, su voz, su minimalismo, la simpatía de sus letras, me gustan mucho. Y no creo que su biografía afecte eso, como pasa con muchos músicos, no, ni qué hablar del pobre Charly García que ahora está pasando un mal momento. ¿He comparado a Carla Bruni con Charly García? Já, qué desliz, seguro me lo reprocharán, pero se me chispoteó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;La dernière minute&lt;/span&gt; es una canción que habla de lo que haría la cantante en su último minuto de vida, incluso después de haberlo visto y hecho todo (cosa que suena pretenciosa); en síntesis, pediría sólo un minuto más para fumar un cigarrillo o un último gesto, lo pretencioso recae en minimalismo, humildad y existencialismo. Minimalismo porque la canción, estructuralmente, también dura un minuto, y tal vez sea el último, nunca se sabe...&lt;br /&gt;Este es su &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.carlabruni.com/"&gt;sitio oficial&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wrJN_sCzrDE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wrJN_sCzrDE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Le dernière minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand j'aurais tout compris tout vécu d'ici bas,&lt;br /&gt;Quand je serais si vieille que je n'voudrais plus d'moi,&lt;br /&gt;Quand la peau de ma vie sera creusée route&lt;br /&gt;et de traces et de peines et de rires et de doutes,&lt;br /&gt;alors je demanderais juste encore un minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand il n'y aura plus rien qui chavire et qui blesse,&lt;br /&gt;Et quand même les chagrins auront l'air d'une caresse,&lt;br /&gt;Quand je verrai ma mort juste au pied de mon lit&lt;br /&gt;Que j'la varrai sourire de ma si petite vie&lt;br /&gt;Je lui dirai "écoute laisse moi juste une minute"&lt;br /&gt;Juste encore une minute,&lt;br /&gt;juste encore une minute&lt;br /&gt;Pour me faire une beauté ou pour une cigarette&lt;br /&gt;Juste encore une minute,juste encore une minute&lt;br /&gt;Pour un dernier frisson ou pour un dernier geste&lt;br /&gt;Juste encore une minute,juste encore une minute&lt;br /&gt;Pour ranger les souv'nirs avant le grand hiver&lt;br /&gt;Juste encore une minute,&lt;br /&gt;Sans motif et sans but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puisque ma vie n'est rien alors je la veux toute,&lt;br /&gt;Toute entière,tout à fait et dans toutes ses déroutes,&lt;br /&gt;Puisque ma vie n'est rien alors j'en redemande,&lt;br /&gt;je veux qu'on m'en rajoute,&lt;br /&gt;Soixantes petites secondes pour ma dernière minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-6496281552327850791?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/feeds/6496281552327850791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880403995960346642&amp;postID=6496281552327850791' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6496281552327850791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/6496281552327850791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/07/carla-buni-le-dernire-minute.html' title='Carla Buni - Le dernière minute'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJBwqA4KVCI/AAAAAAAACTE/Q9XiKFDPudw/s72-c/carla_bruni_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-5220707033947698826</id><published>2008-07-29T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T06:55:20.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pato Fu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descubiertos'/><title type='text'>Pato Fu - Mamã Papá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJBqEEsenuI/AAAAAAAACS8/gc4-LmZ_vAw/s1600-h/4lhut8w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJBqEEsenuI/AAAAAAAACS8/gc4-LmZ_vAw/s200/4lhut8w.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228795785589464802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pato Fu&lt;/span&gt; es una banda brasileña de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Belo&lt;/span&gt; Horizonte, Minas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gerais&lt;/span&gt;. Los integrantes son: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fernanda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Takai&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="new"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;John&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ulhôa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="new"&gt;Ricardo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Koctus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="new"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Xande&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tamietti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="new"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lulu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Camargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Los descubrí ayer en un sitio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;brasileño&lt;/span&gt; de música muy muy bueno que lo recomiendo para ver a los mejores músicos de este país tocando en ambientes muy urbanos, muy creativos, bien distendidos, unos desenchufados muy agradables y con actitud lúdica que hablan muy bien de la creatividad de los brasileños. Una movida poco difundida pero de muy alto nivel musical. La página para mí con lo mejor de Brasil es &lt;a href="http://www.musicadebolso.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Música de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, creo que no me voy a cansar de recomendarla. Y sino ya iré &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;linkeando&lt;/span&gt; lo que más me guste de este proyecto.&lt;br /&gt;Con este &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; descubrí a Pato Fu, y después no podía frenar de seguir buscando su música. Esta su &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.patofu.com.br/"&gt;página oficial&lt;/a&gt;. Le ponen muchas pilas al diseño audiovisual. Los seguiré escuchando, seguramente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8CXeb5xvd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K8CXeb5xvd4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-5220707033947698826?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/feeds/5220707033947698826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880403995960346642&amp;postID=5220707033947698826' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/5220707033947698826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/5220707033947698826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/07/pato-fu-mam-pap.html' title='Pato Fu - Mamã Papá'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SJBqEEsenuI/AAAAAAAACS8/gc4-LmZ_vAw/s72-c/4lhut8w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-4317368288188457023</id><published>2008-07-29T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:59:58.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Lo mejor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anaïs'/><title type='text'>Anaïs en vivo: "Intermède Pendant c'temps-là en Ecosse"  y "Mon coeur, mon amour"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SI_NMtgRlmI/AAAAAAAACSQ/V7y_V49af58/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SI_NMtgRlmI/AAAAAAAACSQ/V7y_V49af58/s200/03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228623310657525346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anaïs Croze&lt;/span&gt; me deslumbra. Me hace ir cantando sola por la calle.&lt;br /&gt;Ella francesa, nacid&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;a en Grenoble en 1980 pero criada en Marsella, estudió Filología Inglesa, le gusta imitar a famosos y los acentos del francés canadiense, el inglés americano y el británico, es una gran comediante a demás de una música que toca el violín, el clarinete y algunas maquinitas modernas...&lt;br /&gt;Si querían u&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;na buena voz, canciones divertidas con letras cómicas y en francés, además experimental (como verán en este video en el que imita con su voz el sonido de una gaita), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cheap Show&lt;/span&gt;, el nombre del disco, es una buena opción para ser bajado entero de la web, aunque me ha costado mucho encontrarlo completo, si lo logran pasen el dato, me faltan algunos tem&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;as... A pesar del nombre, es un disco para mí de muy alta calidad.&lt;br /&gt;La canción &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mon coeur, mon amour&lt;/span&gt; es muy graciosa porque parodia a las parejas que cuando una está soltera abruman con su exceso de demostraciones de afecto, parejas golosas que sólo te recuerdan que estás sola, que están horas sin poder colgar el teléfono porque esta vez te toca a vos, no, no, te toca a vos, &lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;cortá primero, blá bla... Lo dice una soltera. Les dejo las letras para que se hagan un karaoke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDxwpxHDS34&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDxwpxHDS34&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anaïs – Mon cœur, mon amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extrait de l’album &lt;i&gt;"The Cheap Show" &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;(2005)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Mon cœur, mon amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;ur.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour, mon cœur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça dégouline d'amour,&lt;br /&gt;c'est beau mais c'est insupportable,&lt;br /&gt;c'est un pudding bien lourd&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de mots doux à chaque phrases :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elle est bonne ta quiche, amour"&lt;br /&gt;"Mon coeur, passe moi la salade"&lt;br /&gt;Et ça se fait des mamours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;se donne la becquée à table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ce mélange de sentiments&lt;br /&gt;aromatisés aux fines herbes&lt;br /&gt;me fait sourire gentiment&lt;br /&gt;et finalement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me donne la gerbe !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je hais les couples qui me rappellent &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que je suis seule !&lt;br /&gt;Je déteste les couples, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je les hais tout court !    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Mon cœur, mon amour.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour, mon cœur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est un é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pais coulis,&lt;br /&gt;ça me laisse le cul par terre,&lt;br /&gt;autant de mièvrerie&lt;br /&gt;nappée de crème pâtissière&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coucou, qu'est ce que tu fais, mon coeur ?"&lt;br /&gt;"La même chose qu'y a une demie heure... "&lt;br /&gt;"J' t'ai a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ppelé y a cinq minutes, mon ange, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais ça répondait pas...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alors je m’inquiétais…&lt;br /&gt;Alors j' t'ai rappelé... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pour la douzième fois de la journée...&lt;br /&gt;En niquant tout mon forfait...&lt;br /&gt;Qu'est ce que tu fais, mon adoré ?&lt;br /&gt;Ouais, je sais on se voit après...&lt;br /&gt;Bon, je t’embrasse fort, mon bébé,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien, je t’embrasse… fort, fort, fort...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non c'est toi qui raccroches...&lt;br /&gt;Non c'est toi... (x 3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; je te rappelle... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je hais les couples qui se rappellent &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quand je suis seule !&lt;br /&gt;Je déteste les couples, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;je les hais tout court !    &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Mon cœur, mon amour.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon amour, mon cœur.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SI_NM6n8pXI/AAAAAAAACSY/I5hpXmjO6YQ/s1600-h/04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SI_NM6n8pXI/AAAAAAAACSY/I5hpXmjO6YQ/s200/04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228623314179368306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SI_NM6IFL1I/AAAAAAAACSg/uH8_WMgU8X4/s1600-h/08.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SI_NM6IFL1I/AAAAAAAACSg/uH8_WMgU8X4/s200/08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228623314045710162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Más fotos en el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.anaisinyourface.com/"&gt;sitio oficial&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; de Anaïs&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRADUCCIÓN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anaïs – Mi corazón, mi   amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraído del álbum "The   Cheap Show" (2005)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                           &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Mi corazón, mi amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor, mi corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorrea amor,&lt;br /&gt;es bonito pero insoportable,&lt;br /&gt;es un pudín muy pesado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de palabras tiernas a cada   frase :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Está buena la quiche que has hecho, mi amor"&lt;br /&gt;"Corazón, pásame la lechuga"&lt;br /&gt;Y se hacen carantoñas,&lt;br /&gt;se dan un piquito en la mesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa mezcla de sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;aromatizados a las finas hierbas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me hace sonreír amablemente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡y al final me da nauseas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Odio a las parejas que me recuerdan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que estoy sola!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Odio a las parejas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las odio y punto!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span lang="FR"&gt;Mi corazón, mi amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor, mi corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="FR" style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es un espeso jugo,&lt;br /&gt;que me deja el culo por los suelos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanta cursilería&lt;br /&gt;cubierta de crema pastelera.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                       &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Cucú, ¿qué estás haciendo, corazón ?"&lt;br /&gt;"Lo mismo que hace media hora... "&lt;br /&gt;"Te llamé hace cinco minutos, ángel mío,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero no contestabas… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y estaba preocupada…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te he vuelto a llamar…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por duodécima vez hoy…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gastándome todo el saldo…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué estás haciendo, cariño?&lt;br /&gt;Sí, ya sé que nos vemos después….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, te mando muchos besos,   nené,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bien, te mando besos… fuertes, fuertes, fuertes…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, cuelga tú…&lt;br /&gt;No, tú… (x3)&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, luego te vuelvo a llamar... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Odio a las parejas que se llaman y se llaman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando estoy sola!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Odio a las parejas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las odio y punto!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Mi corazón, mi amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor, mi corazón.&lt;/i&gt; (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-4317368288188457023?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/feeds/4317368288188457023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880403995960346642&amp;postID=4317368288188457023' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4317368288188457023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4317368288188457023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/07/anas-en-vivo-en-escocia-intermde.html' title='Anaïs en vivo: &quot;Intermède Pendant c&apos;temps-là en Ecosse&quot;  y &quot;Mon coeur, mon amour&quot;'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SI_NMtgRlmI/AAAAAAAACSQ/V7y_V49af58/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-2698376244734190000</id><published>2008-07-29T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T05:56:53.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mayra Andrade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descubiertos'/><title type='text'>Mayra Andrade - Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SI_PhIWhNPI/AAAAAAAACSo/bAgVO_SYWmM/s1600-h/Mayra_fotoRuiPires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SI_PhIWhNPI/AAAAAAAACSo/bAgVO_SYWmM/s200/Mayra_fotoRuiPires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228625860485002482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;Pedí música de Portugal en un foro y me pasaron el nombre de esta artista, que por cierto no es ni  portuguesa ni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;brasileña&lt;/span&gt; como anuncian muchos sitios de la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;web&lt;/span&gt;. Es cubana, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;latinoamericana&lt;/span&gt;, pero hija de africanos de Cabo Verde, tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;multinacional&lt;/span&gt; que así dice su biografía tomada de un sitio especializado: &lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mayra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Andrade&lt;/span&gt; nació en 1985 en Cuba, hija de padres &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;caboverdianos&lt;/span&gt;. Creció en Cabo Verde pero ha vivido en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Senegal&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Angola&lt;/span&gt;, Alemania y por fin en Francia, aunque siempre guarda en su corazón el amor por Cabo Verde. Apasionada desde pequeña por la música, a los dieciséis años se presentó al concurso de canción de la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Francofonía&lt;/span&gt; en Canadá y triunfó frente a varias decenas de candidatos, logrando así para Cabo Verde la primera medalla internacional de oro&lt;/span&gt;. (Fuente: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lastfm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;Como para seguir promoviendo el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;multiculturalismo&lt;/span&gt; a través de la buena, buena música... Les dejo con esta canción a la luna. Mis primeras selecciones son en lengua portuguesa porque me gustaría aprenderla a través de sus canciones...&lt;br /&gt;Lo más interesante, para mí que estoy empezando a investigar un poco en Sociolingüística, es que esta canción está en una variedad de lengua creol, o sea, una fisión muy creativa. Me encantan las fusiones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WTqTf8_GSzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WTqTf8_GSzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blanc20"&gt;Lua&lt;/span&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Luâ fika ku mi más um kusinha&lt;br /&gt;Dexâ-m lambuxa na bo,&lt;br /&gt;Limia nha korpu ku káima !&lt;br /&gt;Luâ dés ki témpu na aitura&lt;br /&gt;Bu limia nórti, bu limia sul&lt;br /&gt;Bu limia préta, bu limia bránka, Luâ !&lt;br /&gt;Luâ riba riba mutu riba,&lt;br /&gt;Pa riba simbrom ku tambarinha,&lt;br /&gt;Riba trópa ku nhu pádri, Luâ !&lt;br /&gt;Lua nóba sima Rikardina&lt;br /&gt;Más rodónda ki Putchutcha&lt;br /&gt;Xeia sima petu-Sheila, Lua !&lt;br /&gt;Lua, limia riba, xeia!&lt;br /&gt;Xeia, lua, limia, riba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mayra-andrade.com/"&gt;Sitio Oficial de Mayra Andrade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-2698376244734190000?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/feeds/2698376244734190000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880403995960346642&amp;postID=2698376244734190000' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/2698376244734190000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/2698376244734190000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/07/mayra-andrade-lua.html' title='Mayra Andrade - Lua'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SI_PhIWhNPI/AAAAAAAACSo/bAgVO_SYWmM/s72-c/Mayra_fotoRuiPires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-4948975988630577135</id><published>2008-07-29T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:58:40.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dazkarieh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descubiertos'/><title type='text'>Dazkarieh - Vitorina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SI_Q3yCTffI/AAAAAAAACSw/GcZpe5nV_rE/s1600-h/Dazkarieh1mm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SI_Q3yCTffI/AAAAAAAACSw/GcZpe5nV_rE/s200/Dazkarieh1mm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228627349143256562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dazkarieh &lt;/span&gt;es una banda de Portugal que hace música tradicional con instrumentos étnicos y folclóricos. Muy buenos. &lt;/span&gt;Estoy descubriendo que Portugal es un país que tiene una movida multiétnica cultural maravillosa y muy experimental. La palabra clave que encuentro para este país es: FUSIÓN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x95HMnV6hTE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x95HMnV6hTE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pobre da vitorina&lt;br /&gt;Como todo mundo sabe&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que morreu de parto&lt;br /&gt;Que morreu na enfermidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pobre da vitorina&lt;br /&gt;Como todo mundo sabe&lt;br /&gt;Só queria morrer de velha&lt;br /&gt;Com seu amor de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às portas da eternidade&lt;br /&gt;Tinha junto ao coração&lt;br /&gt;Uma letra que dizia&lt;br /&gt;Morrer sim deixar-te não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dazkarieh.com/"&gt;Sitio Oficial de Dazkarieh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-4948975988630577135?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/feeds/4948975988630577135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880403995960346642&amp;postID=4948975988630577135' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4948975988630577135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/4948975988630577135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/07/dazkarieh-vitorina.html' title='Dazkarieh - Vitorina'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_gaz1RI0vwLk/SI_Q3yCTffI/AAAAAAAACSw/GcZpe5nV_rE/s72-c/Dazkarieh1mm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1880403995960346642.post-2785094393684191757</id><published>2008-07-28T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T07:26:32.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aikyra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin Johansen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tribalistas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='-Descargar Disco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jorge Drexler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tonolec'/><title type='text'>Johansen, Drexler, Tonolec, Aikyra, Tribalistas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este sitio comenzó a ser la digresión de otro blog: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://chicalatinoamericana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Latinoamericana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Allí recomendé parte de la música que más me gusta y puse discos para bajar. Pero no quiero repetirme, así que los enlazaré con el otro blog por si les interesa encontrar información sobre:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chicalatinoamericana.blogspot.com/2008/05/escuchen-al-johansen.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Johansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Para una chica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;latinoamericana&lt;/span&gt; a la que le gusta ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;latinoamericana&lt;/span&gt; (ser o no ser, sur o no sur...) porque &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;culturalmente&lt;/span&gt; es un hermoso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;melange&lt;/span&gt; (en francés), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emboyeré&lt;/span&gt; (en guaraní), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;quilombo&lt;/span&gt; (en argentino), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;entropía&lt;/span&gt; (en científico), escuchar canciones de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Johansen&lt;/span&gt; cumple con sus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;espectativas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... (Seguir leyendo, escuchar canciones en línea y descargar disco &lt;a href="http://chicalatinoamericana.blogspot.com/2008/05/escuchen-al-johansen.html"&gt;Sur o no Sur&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chicalatinoamericana.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-msica-y-la-metafsica-de-jorgito.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jorge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Drexler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Si hay un músico que convierte mi paciencia en un don de fluir, es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Drexler&lt;/span&gt;. Puedo poner sus 8 o 9 discos que suenen sin parar durante horas y días enteros, y no me voy a aburrir de su voz ni de su música. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ritmitos&lt;/span&gt; rioplatenses fusionados en infinitas posibilidades que dan como resultado &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cancioncitas&lt;/span&gt; dulces, tranquilas que a la vez te sacuden el mercurio interno hasta que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;terminás&lt;/span&gt; tarareando en un vaivén de placer&lt;/em&gt;... (Seguir leyendo, escuchar canciones en línea y descargar el disco &lt;a href="http://chicalatinoamericana.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-msica-y-la-metafsica-de-jorgito.html"&gt;Eco2&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chicalatinoamericana.blogspot.com/2008/06/tonoloc-msica-electrnica-cantada-en.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Tonolec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Tonolec&lt;/span&gt; es música experimental. Te puede gustar o no, y eso es lo interesante. A mi me gusta mucho, conozco gente a la que no, sobre todo gente de Resistencia (Chaco), ya que se trata de un grupo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;chaqueño&lt;/span&gt; que tuvo trayectoria en Europa y que se dedicó a hacer algo fuera de lo común, y esa es una tarea que no siempre es bien recibida por la gente más estructurada a la que le cuesta salirse de las casillas&lt;/em&gt;... (Seguir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;leyendo&lt;/span&gt;, escuchar canciones en línea y descargar disco &lt;a href="http://chicalatinoamericana.blogspot.com/2008/06/tonoloc-msica-electrnica-cantada-en.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Tonolec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chicalatinoamericana.blogspot.com/2008/06/aikyra-msica-electrnica-pero-orgnica.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Aikyra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Para seguir compartiendo música, subo este disco que parece que no se encuentra en Internet (al menos me lo pidieron), así que me prevengo pues tal vez me ataquen por haberlo hecho. No cultivo árboles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;sapiensales&lt;/span&gt; en materia "música electrónica", pero creo que se trata de un estilo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;chill&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;. Fui a verlos porque la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;vocalista&lt;/span&gt; es la misma de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Tonolec&lt;/span&gt;, Charo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Bogarín&lt;/span&gt;, que me gusta mucho, y en este grupo con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Amaury&lt;/span&gt; Lorenzo, quien hace las bases electrónicas, sacan un disco bastante comerciable, se me hace, porque junto con el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;show&lt;/span&gt; en vivo son muy vendibles, me parece&lt;/em&gt;... (Seguir leyendo, ver &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; y descargar disco &lt;a href="http://chicalatinoamericana.blogspot.com/2008/06/aikyra-msica-electrnica-pero-orgnica.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Orgánico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chicalatinoamericana.blogspot.com/2008/07/porque-los-tribalistas-ya-no-quieren.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Tribalistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Porque los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;tribalistas&lt;/span&gt; ya no quieren entrar en razón ni en doctrinas. (Ni yo). Soy turista, como vos, y soy vecina dentro de la placenta del planeta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;azulciño&lt;/span&gt;... Eso dicen, o algo así. Bueno, sólo quiero recomendar este disco sin entrar en razones ni en cuestiones, como los mismos integrantes del grupo lo cantan: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Marisa&lt;/span&gt; Monte, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Arnaldo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Antunes&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Carlinhos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... (Seguir leyendo, ver &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; en línea y descargar disco &lt;a href="http://chicalatinoamericana.blogspot.com/2008/07/porque-los-tribalistas-ya-no-quieren.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Tribalistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1880403995960346642-2785094393684191757?l=radiobohemia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/feeds/2785094393684191757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1880403995960346642&amp;postID=2785094393684191757' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/2785094393684191757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1880403995960346642/posts/default/2785094393684191757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://radiobohemia.blogspot.com/2008/07/johansen-drexler-tonolec-aikyra.html' title='Johansen, Drexler, Tonolec, Aikyra, Tribalistas'/><author><name>La Creadora del Sitio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03417902231583630790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qexEm64m4AA/ThjjJ6JPKQI/AAAAAAAAJvI/Jci1u-JSuaQ/s220/23-02-08%2B1660.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
