THE GREAT CHARLY GARCIA

Charly in the 1980s

 I've been listening to the amazing rock classics of Charly García.

He has composed the most incredibly melodic and soul-trembling, spirit-shivering songs over his trajectory spanning over 50 years.

One of the songs I am most thrilled by is 

                  Cerca de la Revolución

The original version:

This guy was the drummer of another famous 80s band, G.I.T.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDEsZfpXWQs&list=RDjGkCbhG8ZW4&index=2

Charly García - Cerca De La Revolución

Charly Garcia

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The guy in the white T shirt is Fito Páez, who's über famous now.

The guy singing for sure too, but I'm not from Buenos Aires so I wouldn't know who he is!

And here is the tribute to his song recently performed by the Symphonic Orchestra of Santa María in Córdoba, Argentina:

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Otro tema del show "Charly Sinfónico", un concierto homenaje a Charly García por la Orquesta Sinfónica de Villa María con ‪@toromau‬ en la voz principal. Apertura del Festival de Peñas 2023, Villa María, Córdoba, Argentina.

Charly, with his unquestionable genius for composing music and his poetic gift, turned Spanish into as perfect a vehicle for rock in Latin America as only English had been until the 1970s.

Here are the lyrics:

It's a simple love song with some pithy remarks about revolution.  At that time Argentina had been under a military reign of terror that ended when Margaret Thatcher humiliated the dictatorship by whupping their ass in the Falklands War. She was nicknamed "The Malvinas Snatcher".  Islas Malvinas is the Spanish equivalent of The Falkland Islands.

Cerca De La Revolucion

Charly García

 

¿Por qué no vienes hasta mí? ¿Por qué no puedo amarte? ¿Por qué no vienes hasta mí?	Why don’t you come to me? Why can’t I love you? Why don’t you come to me?
¿Por qué cambias como el sol? ¿Por qué eres tan distante? ¿Por qué no cambias como el sol?	Why do you change like the sun? What are you so distant? Why don’t you change, like the sun?
¿Por qué cambias como el sol? ¿Por qué eres tan distante? ¿Por qué no cambias como el sol?	Why do you change like the sun? Why are you so distant? Why don’t you change like the sun?
Me siento solo y confundido a la vez Los analistas no podrán entender Ya no sé muy bien qué decir, ya no sé más qué hacer Todo el mundo loco y yo sin poderte ver	I feel alone and at the same time confused Psychoanalysts won’t figure it out I don’t know what to say, what more to do Everyone’s crazy and I can’t see you
Pero, si insisto Yo sé muy bien te conseguiré Pero, si insisto Yo sé muy bien te conseguiré	But if I don’t give up I know very well I’ll win you But if I don’t throw in the towel I know full well I’ll win you
Cerca de la revolución El pueblo pide sangre Cerca de la revolución	Close to the revolution The people ask for blood Close to the revolution
Yo estoy cantando esta canción Que alguna vez fue hambre Estoy cantando esta canción	I’m singing this song That once was hunger I’m singing this song
Y si mañana es como ayer, otra vez Lo que fue hermoso, será horrible después No es solo una cuestión de elecciones No elegí este mundo, pero aprendí a querer	And if tomorrow is like yesterday, again What was beautiful will be horrible after It’s not just about elections I didn’t choose this world, but I learned to love
Pero, si insisto Yo sé muy bien te conseguiré (Seguiré) Pero, si insisto Yo sé muy bien te conseguiré (Seguiré), yeh-yeh-yeah	But if I don’t give up I know without question I’ll win you (I’ll keep trying) But if I don’t give up I know without question you’ll be mine (I’ll keep trying)
Uh-uh-uh-uh Si estas palabras te pudieran dar fe Si esta armonía te ayudara a crecer Yo sería tan feliz, tan feliz en el mundo Que moriría, arrodillado a tus pies	If these words could prove to you If this harmony could help you grow I’d be so happy, so glad in the world That I’d die, kneeling at your feet
Pero, si insisto Yo sé muy bien te conseguiré (Seguiré) Pero, si insisto Yo sé muy bien te conseguiré (Seguiré), yeh-yeh-yeah	But if I don’t give up I absolutely know you’ll be mine (I’ll segway) But if I insist I know damn well you’ll be mine (I’ll keep on)
(Seguiré) Pero, si insisto Yo sé muy bien te conseguiré (Seguiré)	But if I keep trying I know damn well I’ll win you (I’ll keep on)

CHARLIE KIRK MARTYRED

 

He was only 31.

There is now a widow,

a fatherless one-year-old boy 

and three-year-old girl.

When an extraordinary human being walks among us, we barely notice it for a very long time.

Especially someone in politics, which is so rife with reprobates, phonies, narcissists and psychopaths.  Or the tools of the above.

By their Energy thou shalt know them.

By their Deeds.  By their Effect on others.

The last time I wept over someone's passing, someone I didn't know but who felt so close, was Lady Diana Spencer in 1997.

I did not even follow Charlie Kirk's podcasts, I only listened to them occasionally.  U.S. politics is just too heavy and labyrinthine... and dark.  But when I heard he had been killed, I felt shock.  When I saw the video of him falling, his carotid artery burst,  his life blood splashed out, the crowds stampeding in horror and terror...  it was 1963 again, I was eight years old again, standing in the living room of our modest house in Project 6, and hearing that JFK was dead, and later watching the funeral march, those drums beating heavy, his saddled horse with the empty riding boots set backwards in the stirrups.

Why does this world unfailingly kill the good?

Because this world is ruled from the shadows by the Evil.

It isn't coincidence, tragedy, bad luck, the roll of the dice, a bad hand.  The luck of the draw.

It's the sheep farm, the owners in the Big House, the rabid dogs, the overseers pushing the flock hither and thither.  Any unmanageable sheep gets taken out of the pen and sacrificed.

Everything else was, has always been, Literature.  Grimm's Fairy Tales.  

If you go out there into the World, and you start drawing people to you, and you bring a message of unity, love, solidarity, brotherhood, communication, a vision of a better world...

...they are coming after you.  They've got a tool kit that you wouldn't believe.  They've got everything covered.

I am old now.  I don't have any blinkers on anymore.  I'm wise to the tool kit.  To the Literature and Fairy Tales.

For this reason, the sooner they bump me off, the better.  They've shut me up, cut off my income, got me boycotted.  My tracks will only be faint ones after I leave this physical vehicle.  

But they can't eliminate the millions who found Charlie, and to whom he brought light in their darkness.  

They have already sterilized millions of young people so they can't procreate.  But there are many millions still left.  Their own pratfalls are tripping the wake-up switches.

And they will lose.  They kept us asleep for millenia.  But there were always more of us and fewer and fewer of them.  They couldn't keep us asleep forever.  They've resorted to invisible sheep pens, invisible rabid dogs and psychotic overseers.  They're putting robots in place, we are stuck to our own surveillance devices, addicted to our phones and screens.

However, there are Bigger Players involved here.  We're just Bit Players... yet we're still here, and the new versions of us are under every rock now, behind the wood panelling.  Internet is a new level of consciousness:  planetary.  Yeah, they've been stuffing it with porn, with disinfo, with every inconceivable black magic and demonic spellwork.  

It had to be intense.  It had to be exciting.  It had to have lots of defeats, victories...  more defeats and more victories...

We´re not there yet.  We're still half inside the virtual sheep pen, and the ones that get out are still getting torn to pieces and served up as dead meat.

But we are not quite the same-old sheep.  We're not distracted like we used to be.  We've heard that death doesn't really exist.

Also, we've got memory, this time around.  They haven't had time to memory-swipe us all.

Unbelievably, as well, we've gotten smarter.

They haven't changed, though.  

We have.

Even their own are sick of them.

They are increasingly visible and increasingly isolated.

Because --- you know what?   Nothing stays the same.

Nothing.

But because they cannot change, they will get changed out of the ridiculous, pathetic, macabre, same-old same-old dog-and-pony show they'd condemned us to watch and act in forever.

No doubt some sheep will stay with them.

That's okay, if they wanna.

But we are something else.

We have BECOME something else.

And so, since we've changed into non-sheep, naturally we cannot fit in their virtual sheep pens any longer, and we're busting out.

Even if they tried to massacre us en masse, they'd just have a pile of dead bodies that will stink up their Big House and give them cholera and dysentery unless they get their slaves to cart the bodies to the landfill.

It's their problem, not ours.

We'll be watching them, though.  Like Charlie is watching us, and watching over us still.

Yeah, this is all about CHANGE.

Change Frees.

The Human Being is a Being that Transforms Him/Herself.

This is what They have been blocking all this time.

They don't want Change.  They're stuck forever.

Bye-Bye, then.

We are gods; we were never sheep, as they deceived us into believing.

                                    Hermes  Trismegistus

                                     ALL   IS   MENTAL

Our Traje de Mestiza

In no other former Spanish colony will you see any fashion that equals or surpasses the elegance, the refinement, the exquisite aesthetic of the "baro't saya" (English: dress and skirt), in Spanish called "el traje de mestiza".  
 

The traje de mestiza is a wonderful creation that combines modesty and coquetry, and that showcased the art of fabric creation that was unique to Filipinas:  wonderful, lightweight, transparent fabrics made from the fibers of the pineapple and the abaca plants.  Called "piña" and "juse", they were used for the butterfly-sleeved blouse, and the stiff "pañuelo" or fichu worn over the shoulders over the décolletage.  So the neck, shoulders and chest were covered but, at the same time, demurely seen through the transparency.  The arms were visible through the transparent sleeves.

The "camisa" or blouse and the sleeves were richly decorated with embroidery and lace.

The skirts were also layered, either with petticoats as underskirts, or if the top skirt was translucent silk or taffetan, an overskirt was worn over it, draped or snugly wrapped down to the knees.

The traje de mestiza was perfect for the hot, humid climate.

Women had no need of corsets.  Comfort and gracefulness, the beautiful colors and rich ornamentation and craftsmanship, the floating, rustling lightness of the woman's movements created the nimbus of gorgeous femininity, languorous Oriental seduction, at the same time projecting decorousness and innocence.

Irresistible.

Filipina women had / have and were / are known for their beautiful skin, hands and feet, their natural grace.

Mestizas --- half-castes, mixed-bloods, were famous for their beauty and charm.

More images of the traje de mestiza, past and present (note how some of them look very camp, they are huge and floating on the lady):

This photograph is a visual statement of Hispanic-Filipino urbanidad.

DEFINITION:

urbanidad

1. nombre femenino

   Cortesanía, comedimiento, atención y buen modo.

Courtesy, restraint, attentiveness and good manners.

. . .

La cortesanía, los buenos modales, la educación y la urbanidad sugieren principalmente la observancia de maneras correctas en el trato social. La cortesía, la amabilidad y la afabilidad pueden comprender también la disposición o actitud interna que adoptamos ante los demás; sentimos la cortesía como más afectuosa, y por esto nos halaga más ser tratados con cortesía que con simple urbanidad. 

Courtliness, good manners, politeness, and civility mainly suggest the observance of good manners in social interaction. Courtesy, amiableness, and affability can also encompass the inner disposition or attitude that we adopt in front of others; we feel courtesy as implying more affection.  For this reason it is a greater compliment when we are treated with courtesy more than with simple civility.