We're late already, so it's a good start. Let's say "fashionably late" instead, and you know what I mean..
I started 2012 with no particular resolution for the new year, but with an amazing energy, probably due to the southern hemisphere summer spent in Chile in a big family reunion - 34 people in all. Chile is my true Moldau- Motherland: I'm a Chilean citizen on account of my mother being Chilean.
So one day in January, the same month that ends today, it occurred to me: I'm going to be more disciplined and orderly in writing every day, somewhere - that somewhere would be a decanter, then periodic distillations will occur, and the result will be published here. So, let's weave this fine web of Palabras (Microsucks puteó el término en inglés, Word - thanks for nothing, Mista Billy Gates Gruff!)
It's never late - Simón Díaz reminds us of that in Caballo Viejo, so here I pay my respects to the great Venezuelan artist, a true inspiration to humanity, who has lived a beautiful and prolific life, notwithstanding his status of Celebrity. In this cover, it is interpreted by one of the legends of the music from La Gran Colombia - Los Corraleros del Majagual
This theme of never being late (until we are, which happens, like that famous four-letter word, and the fan starts spreading solid waste all over the room) is very popular. A rendition particularly close to my pectore is No me digas que es muy tarde ya, from Ismael Miranda.
I'm a dilettante of the genre of Street Philosophy - thanks go to Manuel de Landa for coining that term.
So, Abran Paso seems appropriate as the theme song of this post, after paying my respects to what shaped me during those initial years so important to the rest of our lives: it mixes Street Philosophy with Street Music, thanks to El Judío Maravilloso
