Paris

In the 2006 I was in Paris by a estrange journey. I didn’t know much about the city or even France, but I love the place. The energy of the streets, the love for the cinema, the old theatres, the Barrio Latino, the sex museum, the Louvre museum, the Moulin Rouge, etc. Everything thing with its particular detail. I don’t know, it’s hard to explain. Julio Cortázar explained very well, when he talked about the city of lights, he said that the streets were very inspiring and when he walked around the Sena river he received a lot of inspiration to write his poems. Anyway, Paris is the city of the greatest writers, musicians and filmmakers, like Rimbaud, Edith Piaff, Jean Luc Goddard, Louis Malle, Agnes Varda, Jean Pierre Melville, Paul Verlaine, and the city where great writers decided to live like Ernest Hemingway, Alejandra Pizarnik, Oscar Wilde or actors like Klaus Kinski, or musicians like Nina Simone or Jarvis Cocker. Anyway, France is a perfect place for the artist because the French people always want new waves of art. In the streets and the subways there are always very good artists and they got great festivals like the Rock in Sena, with many good bands. Other great characteristic of the city are its food and bars, with good coffee shops everywhere. The only inconvenient are the prices, all they are very expensive. On the other side, the streets have a strange mixture between graffitis and old classic styles with gorgeous sculptures.

The last first Term

Ok. Here we go again. Back to the blog with new words. Or so I hope. Anyway, start here.

The last term was really cool in many ways, I don't remember very well that, but compared to this term (this "awful" and slowly term) the last term was fantastic!
Anyway, I remember that I played soccer with my soccer team "Shaolin Soccer" (or "Shaolin Suckers", as the girls call us) and we won two matches, and we lost six. Belive it or not, that was our best result in years. Anyway, I scored twenty seven goals!, my best performance like scorer. I remember the best macth, against our enemys, Caparazon Rebolledo. That afternoon the sky began to rain, like in the epic movies. Caparazon star winning for five to zero. But in the second time we go back to the attack, and we pass up for eight to seven... when the game almost finished, Caparazon won the match. That was crap, but we played better than never.

On the other side, in the last term I read many books, like some of Charles Bukowski, John Fante, Jason, Johnny Ryan, Hernest Hemingway, Andres Caicedo, Woody Allen, Robert Crumb, Patti Smith, etc.

The things with my "girlfriend?" were better, and we traveled together to the Torres del Paine, and that was cool.

Anyway, the first term was very strange, with the earthquake, the world cup, some short movies, some hardcore parties, some drunknnes, etc.

This last term sucks, but the concerts coming, Pixies and Rage Against the Machine are the hope.