<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:16:09.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BlueMonk Moods</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>513</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-141282685175746340</id><published>2019-12-14T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T21:23:33.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>™</title><summary type='text'>MARIA MULATA|©  © COPYRIGHT CONTENT [2006-2013] – ® BLUEMONK PUBLISHING © COPYRIGHT PHOTOS [2007-2013]  – ® CHROMATIC BLUES PHOTOBLOG© Jazz, blues, rock &amp; beyond... &amp;#32♫ ♭ ♩ ♯ ♫  In Music We Trust...editor@bluemonkblog.net≡|UNAS PALABRAS DE...LA EDITORA GENERALBlueMonk Moods ha sido una verdadera escuela para mí. Comencé a leerlo mucho antes de conocer a su editor, que luego se convirtió en mi </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/141282685175746340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=141282685175746340&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/141282685175746340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/141282685175746340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2008/06/welcome-click-on-photo-to-enter.html' title='™'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-5733131804500608063</id><published>2012-02-16T01:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T01:44:59.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Una trompetilla para el maestro Diego A. Manrique"</title><summary type='text'>CONTRAPUNTOUna trompetilla para el maestro Diego A. ManriqueEl lenguaje, la última morada de los impugnadores, se ha converido en manos de los tontos en un arma para agredir la inteligencia, el sentido común, la decencia. En esa infección se incuba para los periodistas con algo de luces y agallas el pus de la autocensura. Que es peor que la censura, no tengo que recordarlo, puesto que la censura </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/5733131804500608063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=5733131804500608063&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5733131804500608063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5733131804500608063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/una-trompetilla-para-el-maestro-diego.html' title='&quot;Una trompetilla para el maestro Diego A. Manrique&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-7087923201388601499</id><published>2012-02-15T19:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T20:35:58.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"El que soy cuando puedo ser"</title><summary type='text'>EL LADO OSCURO DE LA LUNAEl que soy cuando puedo serEl otro día sentí algo que he venido sintiendo de manera esporádica desde que nací: yo no era yo sino otro completamente diferente de quien suelo ser. Que es muy distinto del que quiero ser. Que a su vez está lejos del que la gente quiere que sea. Que es como decir que uno no es el que quiere ser ni el que quieren que sea los demás, sino el que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7087923201388601499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7087923201388601499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7087923201388601499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7087923201388601499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/el-que-soy-cuando-puedo-ser.html' title='&quot;El que soy cuando puedo ser&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3000764697414172119</id><published>2012-02-15T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T15:37:30.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Number 20"</title><summary type='text'>RUTAS DE ARGONAUTASNumber 20—LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTIFOTO – TAGP≡ AQUI EL POEMA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3000764697414172119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3000764697414172119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3000764697414172119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3000764697414172119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/number-20.html' title='&quot;Number 20&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-7636847741747211137</id><published>2012-02-14T15:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T16:03:05.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Frank Morgan | Reflections"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADOSwing zenAl igual que Charlie Parker, su amigo, mentor y modelo (de los secretos del instrumento y también de los vicios asociados al jazz), Frank Morgan muestra un sonido distintivo desde la primera nota. Pero contrario a Bird, el suyo es un estilo lineal, casi económico, dulce en lo melódico y de una insólita transparencia armónica. [–]—ELISEO CARDONAFOTO – NYTIMES≡ RESEÑA COMPLETA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7636847741747211137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7636847741747211137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7636847741747211137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7636847741747211137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/frank-morgan-reflections.html' title='&quot;Frank Morgan | Reflections&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-338638855208150779</id><published>2012-02-14T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T01:06:54.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rumorología y cabezas huecas"</title><summary type='text'>GROOVIN' HIGHRumorología y cabezas huecasEl peligro de los rumores radica en la estupidez de quienes los escuchan. Cada vez me encuentro con más y más personas que dan por sentado cualquier rumor que leen o escuchan de fuentes de dudosa procedencia. ¿Crees acaso que un forward, un blog fantasma o un comentario aleatorio en Facebook es una fuente confiable para afirmar algo sin ningún fundamento? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/338638855208150779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=338638855208150779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/338638855208150779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/338638855208150779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/rumorologia-y-cabezas-huecas.html' title='&quot;Rumorología y cabezas huecas&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-6272543846504200555</id><published>2012-02-12T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T15:57:15.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bebo Valdés y Javier Colina | Live at the Village Vanguard"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADOSabiduría modernaSe trata de un homenaje a la pianística cubana en la apretada síntesis de un puñado de clásicos que Bebo vuelve visitar para comprobar su imborrable lozanía: «Sabor a mí» (Álvaro Carillo), «Siboney» (Ernesto Lecuona), «Tres palabras» (Osvaldo Farrés) o «El manisero» (Moisés Simons), entre otros. Son temas que se prestan a la nostalgia (o la caricatura) de una cubanidad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/6272543846504200555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=6272543846504200555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/6272543846504200555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/6272543846504200555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/bebo-valdes-y-javier-colina-live-at.html' title='&quot;Bebo Valdés y Javier Colina | Live at the Village Vanguard&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-8180361172768983050</id><published>2012-02-11T21:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T12:04:20.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Las putas insistimos..."</title><summary type='text'>BE-BOPPIN'Las putas insistimos...LP: ¿Me puede decir su nombre, por favor?_: No, prefiero sin nombre.LP: La llamaremos Sin Nombre entonces.SN: Muy bien.LP: Dígame una cosa, ¿usted es colombiana?SN: Prefiero no decir. [–]—LICANTRO POEWPHOTO – Project≡ NOTA COMPLETA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/8180361172768983050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=8180361172768983050&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8180361172768983050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8180361172768983050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/las-putas-insistimos.html' title='&quot;Las putas insistimos...&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jt_V4kUCpR8/TzdRudCi6CI/AAAAAAAABUY/hgJFlXuP7AQ/s72-c/01xxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-1352568977999753896</id><published>2012-02-10T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T19:22:00.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Con la música por dentro (vii)"</title><summary type='text'>THE BASEMENT TAPESCon la música por dentro (vii)Una imagen se construye a punta de cuentos: los que fabrican los publicistas, los que inventan los periodistas, los que se echan los seguidores. Reales o apócrifos, lo importante es tenerlos. El tiempo ya se encargará de añadir aristas a las fabulaciones. Que son inevitables. Y hasta más interesantes. Solo así se explica que lo que se cuenta, aunque</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/1352568977999753896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=1352568977999753896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1352568977999753896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1352568977999753896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/02/con-la-musica-por-dentro-vii.html' title='&quot;Con la música por dentro (vii)&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1032.photobucket.com/albums/a402/bluemonkarchives/thebasementtapes/th_bob-dylan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-4525120405417413928</id><published>2012-02-10T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T15:22:04.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Joe Gilman Trio | Time Again Brubeck Revisited Vol 1"</title><summary type='text'>DISCOS FUNDAMENTALESTake BrubeckLos aficionados escuchan Dave Brubeck con interés y hasta con cierta reverencia. Pero su estilo no incide en el organismo. Digamos que no sube la bilirrubina. Por el contrario, como Duke Ellington, a quien superó alguna vez en aceptación comercial, Brubeck es un maestro de temas con vocabulario altamente persuasivo. Quien lo escucha, queda enganchado. Joe Gilman </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/4525120405417413928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=4525120405417413928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4525120405417413928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4525120405417413928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/joe-gilman-trio-time-again-brubeck.html' title='&quot;The Joe Gilman Trio | Time Again Brubeck Revisited Vol 1&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-2435192051790339011</id><published>2012-02-10T12:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T17:35:59.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"De una sonrisa sinfónica"</title><summary type='text'>IN-MEMORIAMDe una sonrisa sinfónicaHe escrito muchas veces en este espacio que los argentinos son «nuestros irlandeses del español». La literatura inglesa muestra sus fuerzas vitales cada vez que intervieron figuras como Yeats, Shaw o Wilde para renovarla. Lo mismo ocurre en el rock latinoamericano con Fito, Charly y el flaco Spinetta. Esa ha sido una de grandes lecciones del rock argentino: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/2435192051790339011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=2435192051790339011&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2435192051790339011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2435192051790339011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/de-una-sonrisa-sinfonica.html' title='&quot;De una sonrisa sinfónica&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-4994218170992525329</id><published>2012-02-09T00:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T00:45:16.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Comer y follar"</title><summary type='text'>POLVOS CONTADOSComer y follarEn principio acudo a los buenos restaurantes como otros a un concierto, a una obra de teatro o a un museo. La experiencia incide en los sentidos, que han de transformarse al quedar recompensados por la paciencia, la morosidad, la observación de los detalles. Lo mismo que en el sexo, procuro comer despacio, deleitándome en un ritual en el que cada bocado se convierte </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/4994218170992525329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=4994218170992525329&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4994218170992525329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4994218170992525329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/comer-y-follar.html' title='&quot;Comer y follar&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ge8MIdSHoIs/TzOHg2B2w3I/AAAAAAAABSg/6yI2f2Oa_vA/s72-c/sex2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-5055661883891646690</id><published>2012-02-08T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T13:07:08.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Putas y puteros"</title><summary type='text'>BLUES DE LA REDPutas y puterosDe la puta legal y el puterío público a la puta íntima y festiva a la vez que melancólica como arquetipo literario: Ilona llega con la melancolía y supera esa trampa para hacerse real. Se nos hace verosímil a fuerza de perder la inocencia y la maldad como su inversa automática en algún recodo oculto de la historia, a fuerza de sernos familiar por identificación más </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/5055661883891646690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=5055661883891646690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5055661883891646690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5055661883891646690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/putas-y-puteros.html' title='&quot;Putas y puteros&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3715287138268215839</id><published>2012-02-07T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T12:28:33.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"El inefable derecho al bla bla bla"</title><summary type='text'>DESCARTESEl inefable derecho al bla bla blaCuando uno ve esos programas televisivos de polémica, en los que sus protagonistas se abalanzan como boxeadores sobre el verbo del otro, la pugna sólo aumenta unos grados de nivel. Pero su estructura es la misma. La cosa se torna entretenida: cada uno de los oradores se enardece, sube el tono de la voz, intenta con toda su alma imponer su opinión. Busca </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3715287138268215839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3715287138268215839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3715287138268215839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3715287138268215839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/el-inefable-derecho-al-bla-bla-bla.html' title='&quot;El inefable derecho al bla bla bla&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-451104451194807236</id><published>2012-02-04T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T08:50:15.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"La mujer y sus arquetipos"</title><summary type='text'>DESCARTESLa mujer y sus arquetiposEn un sistema religioso dominado por los hombres, los arquetipos de Artemisa, Atenea y Hestia sobresalen como excepciones, tanto de la Grecia antigua como en nuestra sociedad contemporánea, donde todavía no se les comprende. Nunca se casaron, nunca fueron oprimidas, seducidas, raptadas o humilladas ni por dioses ni por mortales. Además, sólo ellas tres </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/451104451194807236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=451104451194807236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/451104451194807236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/451104451194807236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/la-mujer-y-sus-arquetipos.html' title='&quot;La mujer y sus arquetipos&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_61xhWerKdw/TobhXxAMukI/AAAAAAAACSg/aNisWKlGDlc/s72-c/ROSTRO+DE+MUJER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-8533367073103746900</id><published>2012-02-04T00:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T00:17:34.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Los dibujos de Kafka"</title><summary type='text'>BABELOGIALos dibujos de KafkaNo digo mi vocación por la escritura porque soy, en realidad, una dibujante que ama la lectura y al leer, hallé otro recurso en las palabras. Kafka, guardadas todas las distancias posibles, debió encontrar una variante que le permitió ver en el dibujo una morada adicional para explicar su universo interior. Se nota en su manera de trazar líneas rápidas, ahorrando </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/8533367073103746900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=8533367073103746900&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8533367073103746900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8533367073103746900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/los-dibujos-de-kafka.html' title='&quot;Los dibujos de Kafka&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2YtupBQRsCk/TyzpbwdZTBI/AAAAAAAABOA/ZKMrwshuXgs/s72-c/kuper_kafka1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-652393941130116688</id><published>2012-02-02T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T18:32:23.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Los confines de lo abierto"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADO OPUSLos confines de lo abierto«Entre Espacios» dispara en varias direcciones. Un disco ya no tan misceláneo como cambiante, que refleja la suma de algunas experiencias. Aunque el acierto de Ospina es otro: sacarse de encima las etiquetas fáciles («Colombia», «folclor», «jazz experimental») para demostrar su valor como compositor. Un valor que promueve principios. «Gran interacción, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/652393941130116688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=652393941130116688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/652393941130116688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/652393941130116688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/los-confines-de-lo-abierto.html' title='&quot;Los confines de lo abierto&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-4438309567125786223</id><published>2012-02-01T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T18:39:47.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Amina Alaoui | Arco Iris"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADOJuntando sabidurías«Arco Iris» es un disco adictivo, sostenido por ricas tradiciones orales, transmitidas de generación a generaciones, de sensibilidades sabias a un corazón universal. Las músicas de la tierra no agotan su atractivo, especialmente si se trata de músicas de resistencia; aunque sea una resistencia contra la vulgaridad y la violencia política. Esas voces que se juntan con </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/4438309567125786223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=4438309567125786223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4438309567125786223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4438309567125786223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/amina-alaoui-arco-iris.html' title='&quot;Amina Alaoui | Arco Iris&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXC4S3Vqw5o/TzHgWifJH1I/AAAAAAAABRk/w0g4n5y5f4g/s72-c/Aminaweb2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3543073321075553139</id><published>2012-01-31T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:13:12.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"En el espejo de mi madre"</title><summary type='text'>POLVOS CONTADOSEn el espejo de mi madreLa diferencia no escapa ni a su inteligencia ni a su instinto maternal, y por eso no ha buscado que yo me parezca a ella sino que ha procurado, tal vez a su pesar, parecerse a mí. Esto que parece una pedantería de juventud, no lo es tanto si se considera que los seres humanos no evolucionamos dejando atrás lo que creemos superado sino que somos la lenta, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3543073321075553139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3543073321075553139&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3543073321075553139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3543073321075553139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/en-el-espejo-de-mi-madre.html' title='&quot;En el espejo de mi madre&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-991251869790768134</id><published>2012-01-25T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T12:42:23.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Decálogo para madres con hijos en el pop"</title><summary type='text'>BE-BOPPIN'Decálogo para madres con hijos en el popAh, si hay un crítico de música que usted considera que va a decir babosadas, ande con un escobón. Si usted se huele que se va a colar en un concierto, lleve a la familia; sí, a la Tía Puruca también.... A mí se me escapó uno en un lugar enano. [–]—SILVIA AMINOACIDOPHOTO – El País≡ NOTA COMPLETA pamela rodriguez | peru | reconocer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/991251869790768134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=991251869790768134&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/991251869790768134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/991251869790768134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/decalogo-para-madres-con-hijos-en-el.html' title='&quot;Decálogo para madres con hijos en el pop&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O7uwAn8RuOw/TyCUquFcOnI/AAAAAAAABIA/rqA16tOSxXA/s72-c/01pop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-8950409952150997285</id><published>2012-01-25T14:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:41:10.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Nostalgias de Café Nostalgia"</title><summary type='text'>SHADES OF MIAMINostalgias de NostalgiaCada visita a Café Nostalgía se convertía en una intensa experiencia de los sentidos. No exagero: ese lugarcito de Pepe Horta era lo más cercano a una bohemia en París, en Buenos Aires o en Nueva York. Pero Nostalgia, vale aclarar, nació como un homenaje de buen gusto a La Habana. Sólo así se explica que todos nosotros, incluyendo a quienes no somos cubanos, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/8950409952150997285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=8950409952150997285&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8950409952150997285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8950409952150997285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/nostalgias-de-cafe-nostalgia.html' title='&quot;Nostalgias de Café Nostalgia&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q138/yardmonk/03marzo2009/th_cafelogodv5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3942717000306627852</id><published>2012-01-25T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:45:56.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lecciones del maestro Diego A. Manrique"</title><summary type='text'>DESCARTESLecciones del maestro Diego A. ManriqueVoy a escribirlo de entrada: Diego A. Manrique es uno de mis maestros, un modelo opresivo cuya prosa me llevó en ocasiones a pisar ese terreno donde el calco descarado se confunde con el tributo. Una vez se lo comenté en un correo electrónico y agradecí sus palabras de amistad. Los grandes maestros saben que los alumnos imitan pero también que, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3942717000306627852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3942717000306627852&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3942717000306627852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3942717000306627852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/07/lecciones-del-maestro-diego-manrique.html' title='&quot;Lecciones del maestro Diego A. Manrique&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yA2XihUeMow/TjB7otz1z-I/AAAAAAAABEs/0m9IZMbaNjY/s72-c/diegomanrique01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-7828300779343345307</id><published>2012-01-25T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:42:48.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"My Luso-Brazilian Journey"</title><summary type='text'>POR FALAR EM BRASILMy Luso-Brazilian JourneyMusic is a religion to baianos, and everywhere one goes around the town of Salvador da Bahía, songs, rhythms, sounds, voices... seem to have the power of shaping everyday life, organizing time, offering courage, healing with peace: from the street vendor selling acarajé to the office executive escaping the boredom of a dead-end job. Music, perhaps more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7828300779343345307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7828300779343345307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7828300779343345307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7828300779343345307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/my-luso-brazilian-journey.html' title='&quot;My Luso-Brazilian Journey&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-8587896254976871157</id><published>2012-01-24T16:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:22:50.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Luis Bofill | Made in Habana"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADOMade for MiamiAl bueno de Bofilito le han creado un disco que no se ajusta a su talla natural, con el consabido resultado de andar con las mangas cortas y dos o tres pulgadas adicionales en los hombros. Es decir que aunque se trata de un hombre extraordinariamente talentoso, Bofill parece extraviado en los detalles artesanales de «Made in Habana», un disco demasiado jodedor, demasiado </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/8587896254976871157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=8587896254976871157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8587896254976871157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8587896254976871157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/luis-bofill-made-in-habana.html' title='&quot;Luis Bofill | Made in Habana&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3775716012568309878</id><published>2012-01-24T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:51:11.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"La patria caribe"</title><summary type='text'>GROOVIN' HIGHLa patria caribeTomando de aquí y de allá, se armó en esta región desconocida del mundo un «bembé» como nunca antes. El gran logro de Cristóbal Colón y su gente (un Nuevo Mundo), sólo sería palpable mucho después de sus muertes, y a ritmo de merengue y son, cumbia y plena, jazz y gumbo, reggae y tamborito. Todo ese mundo nuevo que fue posible crear en este gigante laboratorio que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3775716012568309878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3775716012568309878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3775716012568309878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3775716012568309878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/07/la-patria-caribe.html' title='&quot;La patria caribe&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CRCje0ESs8g/Th9oRjoqYFI/AAAAAAAAA6M/LGXn1ApZAHY/s72-c/mestizaje.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-4799297503300766315</id><published>2012-01-24T00:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T12:45:20.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"La cosa pública"</title><summary type='text'>BE-BOPPIN'La cosa públicaMP: La foto que encabeza esta conversación me llamó poderosamente la atención cuando comenzó a circular en internet. No sé si esa imagen de la mujer con el letrerito en su cosa vale más que mil palabras, pero no está demás decir unas palabritas sobre la cosa que no es pública. LP: Que si no es pública, asumo que es privada.MP: Bueno, no necesariamente porque en mi caso, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/4799297503300766315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=4799297503300766315&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4799297503300766315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4799297503300766315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/la-cosa-publica.html' title='&quot;La cosa pública&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3MOzyHxWLY4/Tx5gQSxGneI/AAAAAAAABHc/6jhI7ceFOVg/s72-c/407959_332968373392536_113544412001601_1076276_1456181751_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-8393123031092473633</id><published>2012-01-22T17:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:28:13.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pamela Rodríguez | Reconocer"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADOPurposeful popPop has never been about creating something new for the future, but rather offering something oddly heard (albeit not quite) for the now. In this sense, «Reconocer» sounds more like a fad revamped. The subject throughout is love: mostly to herself («Ligera love,» «Mantra») but also to her daughter («Pequeña diosa»), and Rodriguez sings like she has memorized the songs as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/8393123031092473633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=8393123031092473633&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8393123031092473633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8393123031092473633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/pamela-rodriguez-reconocer.html' title='&quot;Pamela Rodríguez | Reconocer&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-6168733893990993247</id><published>2012-01-19T19:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:54:22.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"In The Key of Monk"</title><summary type='text'>AMERICAN CLAVEIn The Key of MonkThe truth is that a musician playing a Monk tune sounds like Monk because Monk tunes sound like Monk tunes. They're authentic, genuine distillations of Monk's musical point of view, and they inevitably affect the course of improvisation that any musician might take playing them. I remember owning only two Monk records in earlier times; «It's Monk's Time» and «</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/6168733893990993247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=6168733893990993247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/6168733893990993247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/6168733893990993247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/in-key-of-monk.html' title='&quot;In The Key of Monk&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xMvelBPB16w/TxjdeX2euLI/AAAAAAAABF8/h3RD6hWb6Mg/s72-c/monkss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3043402146938445526</id><published>2012-01-17T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T21:46:30.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Conjugando el verbo verga"</title><summary type='text'>POLVOS CONTADOSConjugando el verbo verga«Tuve muchas noches así, que no hacía otra cosa que ver la palabra VERDAD que se me aparecería primero y en todos los colores del arcoiris; después se me aparecía la palabra VERGA, que yo escuchaba por ahí pero que no usaba ni en la escuela, mucho menos delante de cualquiera en mi familia; es más, con nadie. Salía de casa y ahí me las encontraba: primero la</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3043402146938445526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3043402146938445526&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3043402146938445526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3043402146938445526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/conjugando-el-verbo-verga.html' title='&quot;Conjugando el verbo verga&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v-JlAeAZyQI/TxZb2KW2ceI/AAAAAAAABEk/OM8s6V7RPeg/s72-c/01b05x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-887991807448820738</id><published>2012-01-16T21:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:19:12.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Muy natural"</title><summary type='text'>VACA PROFANAMuy naturalPero el descubrimiento de hace unos meses me tiene turulata. Resulta que la Cleo usaba un método algo extravagante pero efectivo para preservar su juventud y belleza, y tenía un esclavo dedicado exclusivamente a la tarea de suministrarle semen para mascarillas faciales. Las propiedades rehabilitadoras y antioxidantes de las proteínas y nutrientes del semen hidratan y hacen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/887991807448820738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=887991807448820738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/887991807448820738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/887991807448820738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/muy-natural.html' title='&quot;Muy natural&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-7341068709102702725</id><published>2012-01-16T13:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T14:05:47.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Seu nome é Gal"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADO BRASILSeu nome é GalEn 1971, Gal inició una serie de conciertos en el Teatro Tereza Raquel de Río de Janeiro. Todos los críticos hablan de entregas alucinantes con el público, de una Gal con las emociones a flor de piel, mostrando que las sutilezas de su voz le permitían enviar a los militares brasileños soberanos fuck you. El resultado de esas presentaciones es "Gal fatal a todo vapor"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7341068709102702725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7341068709102702725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7341068709102702725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7341068709102702725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/seu-nome-e-gal.html' title='&quot;Seu nome é Gal&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3892493081771527212</id><published>2012-01-16T10:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:47:33.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Otra gran derrota"</title><summary type='text'>WORLD BEAT BLUESOtra gran derrotaY luce ser grande la influencia de los negociadores del talibán sobre Estados Unidos, ya que lograron recientemente la excarcelación de cinco de sus miembros encerrados en el infierno de Guantánamo y que fueron transferidos a un cómodo arresto domiciliario en Qatar. Las apariencias llevan a pensar que Estados Unidos no las tiene todas consigo en Afganistán y que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3892493081771527212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3892493081771527212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3892493081771527212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3892493081771527212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/otra-gran-derrota.html' title='&quot;Otra gran derrota&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-6235131476915252757</id><published>2012-01-16T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:34:52.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Miami según tú"</title><summary type='text'>BE-BOPPIN'Miami según tú Miami es un potaje de garbazos con chorizos que tiene una sazón que no es la misma que uno encuentra en otros lugares sazonados para los locales con sal y pimienta. Cuando se dice: «This is the sunshine state», me digo: «Es el estado del sol naciente». Lo siento si suena esto último a invasión china comunista, pero es así. Miami es como una invasión en los sentidos, una </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/6235131476915252757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=6235131476915252757&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/6235131476915252757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/6235131476915252757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/miami-segun-tu.html' title='&quot;Miami según tú&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-1743764235188340676</id><published>2012-01-16T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:46:00.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"La sonata erótica de Mozart"</title><summary type='text'>POLVOS CONTADOSLa sonata erótica de MozartTirar no es el punto, sino cómo tirar: Mozart pudo haberse acostado con mujeres hermosas (como su pupila y pretendiente, la soprano Maria Aloysia Louise Antonia Weber, hermana de su mujer, Constance) pero esas mujeres, aunque sexualmente atractivas, eran insípidas para la imaginación del compositor, que no buscaba la ordinaria armonía de dos cuerpos sino </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/1743764235188340676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=1743764235188340676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1743764235188340676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1743764235188340676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/08/la-sonata-erotica-de-mozart.html' title='&quot;La sonata erótica de Mozart&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-5558948730072736735</id><published>2012-01-16T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T05:38:40.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ten Of the Most Valuable Things You Have"</title><summary type='text'>GROOVIN' HIGHTen Of the Most Valuable Things You HaveThe eighth most valuable thing you have is your mind. Your work, your ideas, and your accomplishments belong to you alone, and are all the products of your mind. The ninth most valuable thing you have is your gift. All of us were born with a special gift. Everyone has one and no gift is insignificant. No gift is without value.  [–]—JESSICA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/5558948730072736735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=5558948730072736735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5558948730072736735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5558948730072736735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/08/ten-of-most-valuable-things-you-have.html' title='&quot;Ten Of the Most Valuable Things You Have&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G6VQty-EEjE/TkrxdqvLhmI/AAAAAAAABRU/4FN-NF08EMM/s72-c/01li02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3665922007929571734</id><published>2012-01-15T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:41:47.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"El fuego de la trama"</title><summary type='text'>POLVOS CONTADOSEl fuego de la tramaSe lee para entrar en contacto con nuestro fuero interno, con las cosas que nadie —a veces ni uno mismo— consigue ver, muchos menos sacudir. Esas cosas suelen estar a la vez ordenadas y desordenadas, y basta la lectura de una obra genial como esta para ponerlas en un estado que no habíamos visualizado. El caos tomando forma armónica en una trama. [–]—MARIANELA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3665922007929571734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3665922007929571734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3665922007929571734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3665922007929571734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/07/el-fuego-de-la-trama.html' title='&quot;El fuego de la trama&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ScdAyUX46oc/TiDkNeX78MI/AAAAAAAAA7E/UVNTyWCS0j8/s72-c/abrooklyn02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-7958706317888770909</id><published>2012-01-15T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T11:40:00.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Todo tiempo pasado fue un vacilón"</title><summary type='text'>OFF-MINORTodo tiempo pasado fue un vacilónHace poco una amiga y compañera de trabajo (rosarina ella) me hizo recordar una de las bandas más atroces que ha parido la madre del negocio: Vilma Palma e Vampiros. Sólo el nombre invita a torcerse de risa. Vilma Palma e Vampiros... Mierda. Me cuentan amigos argentinos que estos tipos, con Mario "El Pájaro" Gómez a la cabeza, de veras se creían su rollo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7958706317888770909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7958706317888770909&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7958706317888770909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7958706317888770909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/todo-tiempo-pasado-fue-un-vacilon.html' title='&quot;Todo tiempo pasado fue un vacilón&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-457804347880401741</id><published>2012-01-15T10:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T10:32:34.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"De Carmen y la tauromaquia"</title><summary type='text'>PROSA EN EL CUENCODe Carmen y la tauromaquiaUnos días antes de la función comencé a coquetear con el vecino para darle un toque histriónico a la representación. Recuerdo que al principio de mudarse me preguntabas constantemente si me gustaba; imagino que tamaño cuerpo intimidaba un poco tu virilidad. Vigilé sus horas de entrada y salida, y dejaba cosas en el coche con el pretexto de salir a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/457804347880401741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=457804347880401741&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/457804347880401741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/457804347880401741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/de-carmen-y-la-tauromaquia.html' title='&quot;De Carmen y la tauromaquia&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qNQUO0Lb8pU/TxMDDXRXb4I/AAAAAAAABBA/ZQbZDEPU5mQ/s72-c/01ballet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3530309323684754715</id><published>2012-01-15T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T18:38:40.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"La energía coral de Notre Dame"</title><summary type='text'>CIUDAD \ CIUDADESLa energía coral de Notre DameDe Notre Dame se han publicado obras extensas, estudios, libros de fotografías. Wikipedia también hace una buena síntesis. Así que no realizaré una estéril descripción de su estilo gótico temprano, sus arcos ojivales o sus bóvedas de crucería. Sólo diré que el edificio es bello e imponente. Al entrar, una suave ráfaga de coros dulcísimos me sacudió </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3530309323684754715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3530309323684754715&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3530309323684754715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3530309323684754715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/07/la-energia-coral-de-notre-dame.html' title='&quot;La energía coral de Notre Dame&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-g1ph5sZH5WQ/Ti7E2GX18UI/AAAAAAAABDk/GUIejRNb7DM/s72-c/nd02x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-2971970130237807837</id><published>2012-01-14T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T19:42:14.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"El fin de la machanguería"</title><summary type='text'>WORLD BEAT BLUESEl fin de la machangueríaTras el exilio del intrépido maracucho Manuel Morales y el ejemplo de unos contados valerosos que en tierra propia osan disentir, Venezuela ha presenciado el surgimiento de una mujer con la fuerza de Doña Bárbara, la ingeniera María Corina Machado. Su pasado se ha visto teñido por una penosa reunión con el imperio en la Casa Blanca del cowboy George W. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/2971970130237807837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=2971970130237807837&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2971970130237807837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2971970130237807837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/el-fin-de-la-machangueria.html' title='&quot;El fin de la machanguería&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-5767449353794791258</id><published>2012-01-14T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T19:34:06.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Blues Of Salsa"</title><summary type='text'>THE BASEMENT TAPESThe Blues Of SalsaWhy she liked Maelo so much? Probably for the same reasons I still do. His vocal delivery was flawless, rhythmically impeccable, always in key, always one with the music. This hit, «La Cumbita» from 1971 (ah, the '70) captures the master at his best. The way he plays with words, turning them into onomatopoeic strikes of percussion —with the conga player </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/5767449353794791258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=5767449353794791258&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5767449353794791258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5767449353794791258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/07/blues-of-salsa.html' title='&quot;The Blues Of Salsa&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mzg_EJUA3bc/TK538FTnarI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Sojnm4fz8zo/s72-c/Ismael%2BRivera%2Ben%2Bvivo%2B(A%C3%B1os%2B70).bmp?ei=uAwbTruGN8b40gHZ8oiXBQ' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-2430025465424586624</id><published>2012-01-13T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:49:50.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ana Belén | Lía"</title><summary type='text'>TEMAS CLAVESLíaLa Belén graba «Lia» en 1989. Varios años después, Julio Iglesias la recoge en uno de sus discos, dándole un mortal tiro de gracia. Con todo, la canción entra al panteón de la consagración popular. Por supuesto, la constante repetición y la interpretación de docenas de cantantes la desgasta hasta más no poder.  No sería igual. [–]—RAFAEL MIESESPHOTO – Hola≡ NOTA COMPLETA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/2430025465424586624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=2430025465424586624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2430025465424586624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2430025465424586624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/ana-belen-lia.html' title='&quot;Ana Belén | Lía&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-8421760759868588479</id><published>2012-01-13T07:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T07:12:40.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"El arte de los bonitillos"</title><summary type='text'>OFF-MINOREl arte de los bonitillosYa sé que las comparaciones son odiosas. Pero en este caso no salen sobrando. Es más, invitan a preguntar: ¿se le recordará a Ricky como un artista ejemplar, alguien a tomar en cuenta en términos puramente artísticos? Porque esta es la pregunta que hay que comenzar por responder: ¿es Ricky Martin un artista? Hablo de Ricky como podría hablar de otros de su </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/8421760759868588479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=8421760759868588479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8421760759868588479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8421760759868588479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/el-arte-de-los-bonitillos.html' title='&quot;El arte de los bonitillos&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-1987618530534191688</id><published>2012-01-12T20:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T20:21:11.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"En compañía de Dave Brubeck"</title><summary type='text'>AMERICAN CLAVEEn compañía de Dave BrubeckBrubeck es un pianista que se muestra cómodo en el stride, pero se trata también de un blusero bona fide. Es un gusto escucharlo porque no tiene pretensiones. What you hear is what you get. Se trata además de un compositor que busca enseñarnos a escuchar a otros compositores. Sus variaciones de «Brother, can you spare me a dime?» ha despertado mi aprecio </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/1987618530534191688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=1987618530534191688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1987618530534191688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1987618530534191688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/en-compania-de-dave-brubeck.html' title='&quot;En compañía de Dave Brubeck&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-5042354486330584807</id><published>2012-01-12T09:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T13:03:49.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Residencia primaria"</title><summary type='text'>PROSA EN EL CUENCOResidencia primariaMi amante a su antojo fue ese mar, como un cazador que se niega a sí mismo saberse cazado. Consistía su artificio en montar una escaramuza que esporádicamente quebraba mi vanidad de conquista. Se vestía de oleaje, negándome la entrada cuando mi candor amenazaba su megalomanía. A la profanación de su espacio, me paralizaba con un golpe hosco en mi pecho, me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/5042354486330584807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=5042354486330584807&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5042354486330584807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5042354486330584807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/residencia-primaria.html' title='&quot;Residencia primaria&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-7856400521800114254</id><published>2012-01-10T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T19:48:50.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Saavedra | Segunda virginidad"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADOCandid Wishful ThinkingMaria Isabel Saavedra is a Miami-based Colombian who some years ago recorded a self-titled album of rather forgettable songs. That album yielded only the catchy, reggae-tinged ditty «Yerbabuena», which now sounds like something Starbucks will throw in the waste bin. Saavedra has a caramelized voice that should be perfect for boleros. Well, maybe not boleros. If her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7856400521800114254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7856400521800114254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7856400521800114254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7856400521800114254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/saavedra-segunda-virginidad.html' title='&quot;Saavedra | Segunda virginidad&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3082057647701288156</id><published>2012-01-10T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:25:26.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cal Tjader &amp; Stan Getz | Sextet"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADOBlues en bebop coolEl tiempo ha demostrado que «Sextet» no es un clásico. Pero debería serlo. Hay discos encantadores que escapan al interés de los más curiosos. Este es uno de ellos. En un programa que no alcanza los 60 minutos, Getz y Tjader resumen una época y muestran el germen de otra. Porque pese al paso de su furor a principio de los 50, el espíritu del cool jazz domina la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3082057647701288156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3082057647701288156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3082057647701288156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3082057647701288156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/cal-tjader-stan-getz-sextet.html' title='&quot;Cal Tjader &amp; Stan Getz | Sextet&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uxE5Yg8kNMU/S8HTi4KFB3I/AAAAAAAAOWU/f8PSsKeYeHo/s72-c/Lpmikamitakeshi_252%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-2738107899814599755</id><published>2012-01-10T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:30:55.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Graceland"</title><summary type='text'>BLUES DE LA REDGracelandA pesar de que William Eggleston hizo la serie en 1983, seis años después de la muerte de Elvis, no parece una foto póstuma. Hasta el punto de que durante un tiempo circuló la leyenda de que la había hecho en vida de la estrella, aceptando un encargo de la revista «Rolling Stone» con la condición de que Elvis no estuviera en casa. Elvis fue el perfecto mirón, un espectador</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/2738107899814599755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=2738107899814599755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2738107899814599755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2738107899814599755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/graceland.html' title='&quot;Graceland&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cGjkBgojFQE/TxyjlylN72I/AAAAAAAABHE/fdrVhkU4lbk/s72-c/01elvis06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3956386439450484713</id><published>2012-01-10T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T19:49:08.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"La infinita canción del alma"</title><summary type='text'>RUMBA PARA MONKLa infinita canción del almaEn principio, no se podría pensar en «Stamps from Bulgaria» a partir de una sola lectura. El proyecto es también una interpretación del trío (casi como un dialecto personal) y del oficio de componer. Pero en medio de ese paisaje (de timbres, de gestos, de cruces) hay espacio para el canto. «Dobro» es el nombre de una mujer y de la canción que cuenta su </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3956386439450484713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3956386439450484713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3956386439450484713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3956386439450484713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/la-infinita-cancion-del-alma.html' title='&quot;La infinita canción del alma&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IBiKpZil8ss/Tx2lLUwqnGI/AAAAAAAABHQ/Al0BuSN-aSc/s72-c/01b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-681609777975534502</id><published>2012-01-09T21:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T21:16:11.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Las tetas de mi madre"</title><summary type='text'>POLVOS CONTADOSLas tetas de mi madreMi madre nunca se acostumbró a llevar sostenes, que para ella son un oprobio. (Dicho sea de paso: para mí también.) Pero muy pocos podrían decir que no los lleva. En realidad, no le hacen falta. De hecho, ni siquiera se los pone para trabajar en su empleo de oficinista. No por una actitud femenista, sino por una profunda satisfacción femenina, la seguridad que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/681609777975534502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=681609777975534502&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/681609777975534502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/681609777975534502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/las-tetas-de-mi-madre.html' title='&quot;Las tetas de mi madre&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cCe8XNloD5s/Twu2dR5gfvI/AAAAAAAAA_I/vW6JJmKjVNs/s72-c/aatetas01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-5007807498007129057</id><published>2012-01-07T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T20:56:11.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"La vigilia entre Hawkins y Cortázar"</title><summary type='text'>RUMBA PARA MONKLa vigilia entre Hawkins y CortázarHace tres lustros, mi afición al jazz no pasaba de tres o cuatro nombres. Hawkins todavía era una figura oscura, alguien inalcanzable. Su sofisticación no me hablaba con el lenguaje elegantemente desgarbado de Sonny Rollins, el humor y el ingenio de Dexter Gordon, o el fuerza telúrica de John Coltrane. La juventud exige impactos demoledores. Esta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/5007807498007129057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=5007807498007129057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5007807498007129057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5007807498007129057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/la-vigilia-entre-hawkins-y-cortazar.html' title='&quot;La vigilia entre Hawkins y Cortázar&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-2649935726586878843</id><published>2012-01-07T17:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T17:55:33.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"El discreto encanto de los bellos"</title><summary type='text'>OFF-MINOREl discreto encanto de los bellosSería estúpido pensar que los jazzistas no envidian la suerte de las figuras del pop. Y el músico que diga lo contrario en voz alta termina diciendo lo contrario en voz baja. Hay músicos, es cierto, que asumen una actitud clasista: los jazzistas somos mejores que los hiphopteros... y así. Pero hasta el más conservador (pongamos que hablo de Wynton </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/2649935726586878843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=2649935726586878843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2649935726586878843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2649935726586878843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/el-discreto-encanto-de-los-bellos.html' title='&quot;El discreto encanto de los bellos&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q138/yardmonk/03marzo2009/th_br02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-2026266251085165872</id><published>2012-01-06T11:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T11:55:18.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"La sal de la seducción"</title><summary type='text'>SIMULACIONESLa sal de la seducción¿Se puede hablar de la voz de Cesária Évora como de una voz hermosa? No lo creo. Técnicamente hablando, la de Cesária era una voz más bien precaria. Pero a esa negra no le hacía falta una voz hermosa; le bastaba con tener una voz encantadora, de múltiples seducciones. En primer lugar porque la suya estaba al servicio de una cultura fundamentada en una poesía en </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/2026266251085165872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=2026266251085165872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2026266251085165872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2026266251085165872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/la-sal-de-la-seduccion.html' title='&quot;La sal de la seducción&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-133269389119161844</id><published>2012-01-03T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:13:45.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Retrato íntimo de lo cubano"</title><summary type='text'>DISCOS FUNDAMENTALESRetrato íntimo de lo cubanoEste «Autorretrato» sigue, más o menos, la cuerda de anteriores discos. En realidad, es el mejor de sus trabajos. Un pequeño cancionero con el que Céspedes ha transformado en confesiones las energías oscuras de la rebeldía. La lejanía, el amor a la patria, la certeza de ser cubano en cualquier parte del mundo, la clave de la música popular como </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/133269389119161844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=133269389119161844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/133269389119161844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/133269389119161844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/retrato-intimo-de-lo-cubano.html' title='&quot;Retrato íntimo de lo cubano&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xgpd-vvgK8E/TwM2RW7H9BI/AAAAAAAAA-A/rAl2JMt3y4w/s72-c/franciscocespedes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-7369214646149938376</id><published>2012-01-02T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T20:31:42.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bob Marley | Burnin'"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADO FUNDAMENTALEl fuego esta vezCuando «Burnin'» fue editado en octubre de ese mismo año, Marley pasaba de ser un héroe jamaicano a un dios del mundo. Mucho se ha discutido sobre el atractivo de sus presentaciones posteriores, especialmente con las I-Three. Algunos de esos conciertos son memorables sin duda; otros muestran coqueteos con lo comercial. Pero los Wailers que salieron a girar en</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7369214646149938376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7369214646149938376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7369214646149938376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7369214646149938376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/bob-marley-burnin.html' title='&quot;Bob Marley | Burnin&apos;&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-8910181334508910515</id><published>2012-01-02T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T20:52:43.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Astor Piazzolla - The Central Park Concert"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADO FUNDAMENTALUn cronista de Buenos Aires en Nueva YorkLa música de Piazzolla es, más que cualquier otra cosa, una personalísima evocación de la ciudad porteña, con sus fantasmas y miedos. Sin duda, toda una literatura del fuelle, que alude a lugares más del corazón que del cemento, y que siente los pasos y la sorna de la muerte. El texto sonoro de Piazzolla conmina, por tanto, a una </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/8910181334508910515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=8910181334508910515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8910181334508910515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8910181334508910515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/astor-piazzolla-central-park-concert.html' title='&quot;Astor Piazzolla - The Central Park Concert&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-2646106253114700868</id><published>2012-01-01T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T23:15:22.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Where have you gone, Woodstock people?"</title><summary type='text'>TO LIVE IN AMERICAWhere have you gone, Woodstock people?Little by little, the groups began to organize themselves, with the help of organizations like the SDS and others. The issues of racism, violence, and a very strong rejection of materialism as a way of life gave birth to such films as «Zabriskie Point» and others, which reflected the feelings of thousands of young people. The march on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/2646106253114700868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=2646106253114700868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2646106253114700868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2646106253114700868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/where-have-you-gone-woodstock-people.html' title='&quot;Where have you gone, Woodstock people?&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IcPhVbhmnW8/TRbcqb6WkjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/hQcEilOAiOk/s72-c/AR_Woodstock1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-7133771614055060716</id><published>2012-01-01T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T22:59:54.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eminem o hacia una poética de lo soez"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADO OPUSEminem o hacia una poética de lo soezLa vida de Eminem parece extraída de una de esas crónicas que se entierran en las últimas páginas de los periódicos. Marshall Bruce Mathers III nació en St. Joseph, cerca de Kansas City, y seguramente creció imitando a los raperos negros de su cuadra. Eso pagó, porque ya a los 14 años comenzó a rapear 'profesionalmente' como parte del dúo Soul </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7133771614055060716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7133771614055060716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7133771614055060716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7133771614055060716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/eminem-o-hacia-una-poetica-de-lo-soez.html' title='&quot;Eminem o hacia una poética de lo soez&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-8875079656835011527</id><published>2012-01-01T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T21:36:58.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Quince años sin Chico Science"</title><summary type='text'>POR FALAR EM BRASILQuince años sin Chico ScienceTenía nombre de santo, Francisco de Assis França, y admiraba con devoción las enseñanzas de otro santo, Antônio Conselheiro. Pero el hombre que se dio a conocer por el mundo como Chico Science era un admirable combatiente, casi tanto como el fundador de Canudo. Chico Science, que hace diez años se mató con su automóvil mientras viajaba por una </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/8875079656835011527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=8875079656835011527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8875079656835011527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8875079656835011527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/quince-anos-sin-chico-science.html' title='&quot;Quince años sin Chico Science&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3780983187953082399</id><published>2012-01-01T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T19:31:05.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oración del deseante"</title><summary type='text'>RUTAS DE ARGONAUTASOración del deseante—EVA DEL PILAR DURÁNFOTO – Art Archives≡ AQUI EL POEMA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3780983187953082399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3780983187953082399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3780983187953082399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3780983187953082399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/oracion-del-deseante.html' title='&quot;Oración del deseante&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6PnBZ-4go/TBZ51Lqu_0I/AAAAAAAAAD8/qXWom0Jj4ns/s72-c/corazon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-288975618144724992</id><published>2012-01-01T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T18:38:49.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Decálogo del escritor"</title><summary type='text'>BLUES DE LA REDDecálogo del escritorTrata de decir las cosas de manera que el lector sienta siempre que en el fondo es tanto o más inteligente que tú. De vez en cuando procura que efectivamente lo sea; pero para lograr eso tendrás que ser más inteligente que él. Y no olvides los sentimientos de los lectores. Por lo general es lo mejor que tienen; no como tú, que careces de ellos, pues de otro </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/288975618144724992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=288975618144724992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/288975618144724992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/288975618144724992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/decalogo-del-escritor.html' title='&quot;Decálogo del escritor&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-5754452774162036518</id><published>2012-01-01T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T13:10:46.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Los muchos Bobby Fischer"</title><summary type='text'>GROOVIN' HIGHLos muchos Bobby FischerNo ha existido un ajedrecista como Bobby Fisher. En efecto, su figura es única, no sólo como jugador sino como persona, un demonio al que sólo le importaba el juego y sólo el juego. Era una máquina de lógica, sagacidad, concentración, intuición y audacia a la que el mundo admiraba pero nadie conocía, ni siquiera su madre. [–]—FRANCISCO QUINTEROFOTO – TMG≡ NOTA</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/5754452774162036518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=5754452774162036518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5754452774162036518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5754452774162036518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/los-muchos-bobby-fischer.html' title='&quot;Los muchos Bobby Fischer&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sP7P3tvr29o/Ty9dH5XFBKI/AAAAAAAABPg/plts3CHFMdo/s72-c/01bf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-8040949191800752587</id><published>2012-01-01T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T15:35:01.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Blanco"</title><summary type='text'>RUTAS DE ARGONAUTASBlanco—OCTAVIO PAZFOTO – Proyecto Diez≡ AQUI EL POEMA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/8040949191800752587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=8040949191800752587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8040949191800752587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8040949191800752587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/blanco.html' title='&quot;Blanco&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-2910987638007477161</id><published>2012-01-01T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T00:26:05.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ritmos del sexo"</title><summary type='text'>POLVOS CONTADOSRitmos del sexoAlgunas de mis amigas me cuentan con entusiasmo que sus preferencias por hombres guapos se fundamenta en la idea, no siempre acertada, de que son más delicados y tiernos; muchas me hablan desilusionadas después al comprobar que el físico no garantiza un buen polvo, entendido por esto que el hombre sepa entrar en comunión con su pareja. Se puede disfrutar de la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/2910987638007477161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=2910987638007477161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2910987638007477161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2910987638007477161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/ritmos-del-sexo.html' title='&quot;Ritmos del sexo&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-1050053199372959851</id><published>2012-01-01T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T19:29:56.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lo malo por conocido"</title><summary type='text'>CEREBRO ELECTRÓNICOLo malo por conocidoEl buen amigo Bob Lefsetz suele decir que el éxito de un artista depende de la magia que destile. Es decir, la atracción depende de aquello que se desconoce y que, al tratar de conocerlo, se distorsiona aún más. Le doy la razón, aunque reconozco que nadie aprende por cabeza ajena. Yo al menos nunca lo he logrado. Pongo como ejemplo los artistas que forman mi</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/1050053199372959851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=1050053199372959851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1050053199372959851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1050053199372959851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/lo-malo-por-conocido.html' title='&quot;Lo malo por conocido&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q138/yardmonk/02febrero2009/th_fbf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-8622733002882585270</id><published>2012-01-01T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T21:41:08.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Randy Weston | Perspective"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADO FUNDAMENTALPianismo épicoSobra decir que tanto en literatura como en música el encanto lo es todo. Y el de Weston avasalla al oyente. Lo compruebo cada vez que escucho este «Perspective», el más colosal de sus discos menores. Grabado con el bajista Vishnu Wood, en 1976, Weston expone en un pequeño programa su estética y referencias. Es, en esencia, un ellingtoniano que halló en el Monk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/8622733002882585270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=8622733002882585270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8622733002882585270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8622733002882585270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/randy-weston-perspective.html' title='&quot;Randy Weston | Perspective&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-7634931798232725429</id><published>2012-01-01T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T18:24:26.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"El gigante Chico César"</title><summary type='text'>BOUNCING WITHEl gigante Chico CésarMusicalmente hablando, los brasileños no pertenecen a este mundo. Para ser menos exagerados, digamos que su visión siempre está adelantada a nuestros tiempos. Poco importa que se trate de músicas de raíces, intervenidas por siglos de tradición, de mestizaje, de sensibilidad y alucinante creatividad, las sonoridades de los creadores de ese país tienen algo que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7634931798232725429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7634931798232725429&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7634931798232725429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7634931798232725429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/el-gigante-chico-cesar.html' title='&quot;El gigante Chico César&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3899328936173910380</id><published>2012-01-01T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T20:01:48.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Todas las hojas son del viento"</title><summary type='text'>THE BASEMENT TAPESTodas las hojas son del vientoTenía más vidas que otros mitos escritos con un bastón en la arena humedecida de una marea que se fue, pero no pudo. No pudo con su genio y partió hacia quién sabe dónde, tal vez a tomarse unos mates con la Negra o a rencarnarse en el poema que todavía no se escribió. O hacia la nada. O hacia la permanencia. Flaco estará presente cada vez que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3899328936173910380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3899328936173910380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3899328936173910380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3899328936173910380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/todas-las-hojas-son-del-viento.html' title='&quot;Todas las hojas son del viento&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-1485192134049285739</id><published>2012-01-01T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T11:12:27.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Art of Being a Vocalist"</title><summary type='text'>BLUES FOR MONKThe Art of Being of VocalistArt truly has no definition, it is merely a form of expression for all of us. The art of being a vocalist is an extension of the human spirit that is offered to listeners. Listeners are quickly taken on a journey of the person singing and it is far beyond common conversation. It encompasses the presentation of hard work to develop the craft, the inner </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/1485192134049285739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=1485192134049285739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1485192134049285739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1485192134049285739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/art-of-being-vocalist.html' title='&quot;The Art of Being a Vocalist&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-2467133506291379300</id><published>2012-01-01T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T01:03:17.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Con nuestras palabras"</title><summary type='text'>BABELOGIACon nuestras palabrasEn restrospectiva, se trata de una preocupación inteligente si se la compara con las preguntas que se formulan otras generaciones. Por ejemplo: ¿cómo publicar? Creo que fue César Aira quien dijo que hoy los escritores aprenden más rápido a publicar que a escribir mínimamente bien. Es una tragedia que, seguramente, escapa a ciertos periodistas que no leen literatura. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/2467133506291379300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=2467133506291379300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2467133506291379300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2467133506291379300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/con-nuestras-palabras.html' title='&quot;Con nuestras palabras&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i135.photobucket.com/albums/q138/yardmonk/07julio2009/th_escribir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-1264045181600040273</id><published>2012-01-01T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T20:50:30.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Escena de un matrimonio fugaz"</title><summary type='text'>OFF-MINOREscena de un matrimonio fugazNinguno de los rockeros de nuestra Woodstock criollo logró dejarnos mayores impresiones como los argentinos Dante Spinetta y Emmanuel Horvilleur, mejor conocidos como los Illya Kuryaki. El par había logrado pegar un éxito tan jodedor como efímero, «Coolo», que algunos entendidos preferían describir (con la solemnidad del caso) como un ingrediente esencial de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/1264045181600040273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=1264045181600040273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1264045181600040273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1264045181600040273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/escena-de-un-matrimonio-fugaz.html' title='&apos;Escena de un matrimonio fugaz&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-2363217576043296801</id><published>2012-01-01T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T02:52:36.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"La salud del jazz"</title><summary type='text'>OFF-MINORLa salud del jazzLas músicas cuentan con gente devota. A veces al punto de lo religioso. Esa devoción los lleva a conocer a fondo la trastienda del negocio y a contribuir para mantener en pie su economía. Pero el jazz, como sugiere el escritor Nate Chinen en un artículo de The New York Times, vive de un ejército de voluntarios que se mueve entre las destrezas y las milagrerías. No hace </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/2363217576043296801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=2363217576043296801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2363217576043296801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2363217576043296801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/la-salud-del-jazz.html' title='&quot;La salud del jazz&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-5954646329998266530</id><published>2012-01-01T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T20:49:07.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Las raíces del jazz"</title><summary type='text'>CONTRAPUNTOLas raíces del jazzSi bien la cultura pop de este país seduce y conquista, pocos, muy pocos se preocupan por leer a sus pensadores, incluyendo, desde luego, a los pensadores que han meditado en torno al espíritu del jazz. Porque si lo hicieran, tendrían que reconocer —asumiendo que lo hacen mediante una insobornable honestidad intelectual— que el jazz no tiene raíces en el aire. Sin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/5954646329998266530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=5954646329998266530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5954646329998266530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5954646329998266530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/02/las-raices-del-jazz.html' title='&quot;Las raíces del jazz&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/21/24575274_44b74c595e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-4684915870403714347</id><published>2012-01-01T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T16:20:29.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Somos bultos de tripas"</title><summary type='text'>GROOVIN' HIGHSomos bultos de tripasExiste una perspectiva inhumana en la medicina occidental, que no desea pensar en sus pacientes como personas que sueñan, sufren y sienten, sino en simples bultos de tripas que llegan sin parar al consultorio. Creo que los médicos, o al menos la mayoría, odian las enfermedades tanto como a sus pacientes y se encargan de expresarlo a cada momento. No se esmeran </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/4684915870403714347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=4684915870403714347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4684915870403714347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4684915870403714347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/somos-bultos-de-tripas.html' title='&quot;Somos bultos de tripas&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EQGN4kNiSqI/TyneOxsesnI/AAAAAAAABMg/a2nvxahj94w/s72-c/Hands___Compell_by_superkev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-2302420052776298235</id><published>2012-01-01T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T21:33:34.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bouncing with... Oscar Rodríguez Calvo"</title><summary type='text'>BOUNCING WITH...Oscar Rodríguez CalvoPocos discutirían que Cuba es una fábrica de música. Pero habría que aclarar que esa fábrica produce música gloriosa, de esa que el cuerpo acepta sin pedir permiso, pero también, como reza una canción de Los Van Van, «te pone la cabeza mala». Los jóvenes que la producen saben que son los continuadores de una rica tradición que pocas veces ha dejado de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/2302420052776298235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=2302420052776298235&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2302420052776298235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2302420052776298235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/bouncing-with-oscar-rodriguez-calvo.html' title='&quot;Bouncing with... Oscar Rodríguez Calvo&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wMq1s_Jf6qE/Ty8BrP6DFLI/AAAAAAAABPI/_FSCABou4hk/s72-c/01or03.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-6707798402666693639</id><published>2012-01-01T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T09:24:41.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Un recuerdo de Mario Rivera"</title><summary type='text'>IN-MEMORIAMUn recuerdo de Mario RiveraSiempre recordaré a Mario Rivera, uno de los grandes músicos que ha dado la República Dominicana. Mario es culpable en parte de mi inclinación por la música. Fue mi iniciación. Yo no tenía mucha música de Santo Domingo. La primera vez que vi a Mario tocar fue con un grupo pequeño que él dirigía. Un amigo de mi hermana, Isidro Bobadilla, nos invitó al S.O.B a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/6707798402666693639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=6707798402666693639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/6707798402666693639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/6707798402666693639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/02/un-recuerdo-de-mario-rivera.html' title='&quot;Un recuerdo de Mario Rivera&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-9046023037646695890</id><published>2012-01-01T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T18:32:37.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Los libros de historia de Eduardo Bueno"</title><summary type='text'>365 RAZONES PARA AMAR BRASILLos libros de historia de Eduardo BuenoLeer la historia del Brasil a través de la prosa sencilla de Bueno es entrar en un bosque de mil árboles, lleno de serpientes, flores y onças. Una experiencia tanto o más iniciática que un chute de LSD. Al final Bueno consiguió ser un beatnick. Sin necesidad de Zen, Tao y Gestalt. Le bastaron la navegación, los hombres llegados de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/9046023037646695890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=9046023037646695890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/9046023037646695890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/9046023037646695890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/08/los-libros-de-historia-de-eduardo-bueno.html' title='&quot;Los libros de historia de Eduardo Bueno&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzYy0jpnlpw/TJoFQw-pmCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/N7wCYc3Peqo/s72-c/Novo+livro+de+Bueno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-7749551639972217655</id><published>2012-01-01T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T17:04:01.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Si Gabriel Zaid escuchara a Keith Jarrett"</title><summary type='text'>RUMBA PARA MONKSi Gabriel Zaid escuchara a Keith JarrettYo no pongo en duda que es posible un Eicher sin un Jarrett. No puedo decir lo mismo al hablar de la obra de Jarrett, que difícilmente existiría como tal sin la voluntad, los cuidados, la visión y el estímulo de Eicher. Eso lo notó, tal vez por accidente, una amiga con la que hace poco compartía el último de Jarrett: «The Carnegie Hall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7749551639972217655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7749551639972217655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7749551639972217655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7749551639972217655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/si-gabriel-zaid-escuchara-keith-jarrett.html' title='&quot;Si Gabriel Zaid escuchara a Keith Jarrett&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-2765307245356175681</id><published>2012-01-01T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T12:35:53.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bolero de la infidelidad"</title><summary type='text'>POLVOS CONTADOSBolero de la infidelidadMis padres nunca tuvieron ese problema. Vivieron al día, siempre con la idea de que lo suyo acabaría tarde o temprano. Cada momento se aprovechaba con una intensidad que a nosotros nos dejaba con la lengua por fuera. Puedo recordar a mi padre sentado leyendo el periódico mientras esperaba a mi mamá, que cuando llegaba, entraba a la casa con un alborozo de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/2765307245356175681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=2765307245356175681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2765307245356175681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2765307245356175681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/bolero-de-la-infidelidad.html' title='&quot;Bolero de la infidelidad&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-7247384610317479004</id><published>2012-01-01T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:18:17.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Una dulce memoria de mi abuela"</title><summary type='text'>PROSA EN EL CUENCOUna dulce memoria de mi abuelaSegún el relato de mi madre y de mis tías, las piernas de mi abuela eran, en su juventud, un portento de belleza. Aunque soy tan escéptico como los jóvenes de ahora, que si no ven fotos o videos nada creen, puedo imaginar que esa belleza encantando hasta la propia la naturaleza. Una belleza, de hecho, atizada por la fortaleza, pues de esa mujer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7247384610317479004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7247384610317479004&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7247384610317479004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7247384610317479004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/una-dulce-memoria-de-mi-abuela.html' title='&quot;Una dulce memoria de mi abuela&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ON0vhn6UJJ8/TyGaddEUgKI/AAAAAAAABIw/ojP3Uj6pKU8/s72-c/01abuela02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-873873558305015678</id><published>2012-01-01T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T08:57:20.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wynton Kelly | Last Trio Session"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADO FUNDAMENTALLos blues de WyntonLos periodistas suelen hablar con una soltura apabullante acerca de cómo las nuevas generaciones llevan el jazz a otros terrenos. Cuando lo hacen, es porque no han escuchado «Last trio session», que es uno de esos discos verdaderamente importantes para entender el dinámico diálogo de la tradición con lo más popular de la música en Estados Unidos. Wynton lo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/873873558305015678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=873873558305015678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/873873558305015678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/873873558305015678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/wynton-kelly-last-trio-session.html' title='&quot;Wynton Kelly | Last Trio Session&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE9qutbUcqE/R1A5qiO62mI/AAAAAAAAAGI/L7ctWmU16QE/s72-Rc/Pres+7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-4514012378420894815</id><published>2012-01-01T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T11:19:09.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Los discos de mi vida ii"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADOLos discos de mi vida (ii)Viviendo ahora con un hombre que, aunque lee vorazmente, no puede vivir sin escuchar música, he sucumbido a su interés: conocer los discos al derecho y al revés. Es decir, escuchar música como se lee, para viajar con la música como otros de los grandes placeres culturales. Este ejercicio de seleccionar los discos de mi vida no ha sido fácil. Nací, según me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/4514012378420894815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=4514012378420894815&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4514012378420894815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4514012378420894815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/los-discos-de-mi-vida-ii.html' title='&quot;Los discos de mi vida ii&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ih6HnbjOPIA/TmyriGyI7lI/AAAAAAAABIk/YpF9_TwOsrQ/s72-c/PJ-Harvey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-1883483847706474101</id><published>2012-01-01T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T19:41:59.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Los discos de vida iii"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADOLos discos de mi vida (iii)Desde que recuerdo he sido rockero. No, corrijo: desde que recuerdo he sido metalero. Esa distinción es importantísima porque lo que se conoce como rock hoy en día (y creo que desde hace mucho) es más bien pop y lo que se conoce como pop es basura. Pertenecer a la nación metalera nunca le cayó bien a mi papá, aunque se lo aguantaba; o más bien, lo disimulaba. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/1883483847706474101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=1883483847706474101&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1883483847706474101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1883483847706474101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/los-discos-de-vida-iii.html' title='&quot;Los discos de vida iii&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-273242583773796483</id><published>2012-01-01T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T21:08:22.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"El Stanislavski dominicano"</title><summary type='text'>NEW YORK CLAVEEl Stanislavski dominicanoCrucito Olaza hace lo que le sale de los güevos. Eso incluye vestirse con ropas de mujer que —digo yo— tiene gustos kitsch. Lo hace, justamente, porque le sobran güevos, y porque al sobrarle esa herramienta en la entrepierna, se permite la valentía suficiente como para aventurarse fuera de una realidad que si bien no le aburre, lo deja molido, siempre a un </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/273242583773796483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=273242583773796483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/273242583773796483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/273242583773796483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/07/el-stanislavski-dominicano.html' title='&quot;El Stanislavski dominicano&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hrgCS56waKY/Th9Iki8RsyI/AAAAAAAAA5s/64gMTZuMAAw/s72-c/aastanis01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-4823331757874114320</id><published>2012-01-01T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:47:26.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"O som sagrado de Wilson das Neves"</title><summary type='text'>365 RAZONES PARA AMAR BRASIL«O Som Sagrado de Wilson das Neves»El baterista Wilson das Neves, que componía melodías en secreto, se atreve a mostrarle una a su amigo, el gran guitarrista Raphael Rabello, que enseguida se entusiasma y le pone en contacto con Paulo César Pinheiro, el mayor letrista y poeta de la MPB, a años luz del sobrevalorado Vinicius de Moraes. De esta parcería nace «O som </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/4823331757874114320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=4823331757874114320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4823331757874114320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4823331757874114320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/09/o-som-sagrado-de-wilson-das-neves.html' title='&quot;O som sagrado de Wilson das Neves&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eRpXtANPo7g/TmI6JWWM7WI/AAAAAAAABbc/bqkYDTS0Dqs/s72-c/01wdn01x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-510992305470711893</id><published>2011-12-31T11:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T12:00:21.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Los cojones de Gorki"</title><summary type='text'>SIMULACIONESLos cojones de GorkiJ.K. – Esos cojones hay que tenerlos no sólo para enfrentar un sistema represivo, milimétricamente funcional; un sistema que ya devino cultura, enraizada en el ser cubano. Esos cojones también hay que tenerlos para enfrentar las pequeñas miserias cotidianas. Ya viste lo que se ve ahí: los vecinos chivatos, el viejo gritando ¡Viva Fidel! ¡Viva Raúl! ¡Patria o muerte</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/510992305470711893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=510992305470711893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/510992305470711893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/510992305470711893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/12/los-cojones-de-gorki.html' title='&quot;Los cojones de Gorki&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9dy9Z5xaFKQ/Tv8i8Wp6OrI/AAAAAAAAA8g/fnPP6zfdPdg/s72-c/ga01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-7339446377281536530</id><published>2011-12-30T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T22:04:18.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Por las vergas naturales"</title><summary type='text'>BE-BOPPIN'Por las vergas naturalesMi única crítica (que tampoco me parece una crítica como tal sino un comentario constructivo) es que se deje de hacer una campaña similar a favor de las vergas naturales. Porque si es verdad que no hay paraíso sin tetas, tampoco lo hay sin vergas. No pretendo ser ligero ni mucho menos, pero tampoco hay que callar si se tiene en cuenta que en Colombia también se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7339446377281536530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7339446377281536530&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7339446377281536530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7339446377281536530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/12/por-las-vergas-naturales.html' title='&quot;Por las vergas naturales&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CZITAKGHwqM/Tv0xA8SdUUI/AAAAAAAAA6o/xV3mVjv7MsA/s72-c/n01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-7030396487857511882</id><published>2011-12-30T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T17:03:20.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ceú | Bubuia"</title><summary type='text'>TEMAS CLAVES«Bubuia»(o el río de la vida)¿Cómo llegaron estas tres mujeres a escribir sobre el fluir de la vida, o más bien, sobre el paso del tiempo? No lo sé. Ni me interesa. Seguramente porque cualquier intento de respuesta apaga el fuego del encanto, la invitación a meditar. Que es lo que vale del arte. Esa es una de las bondades de la buena poesía —y sin duda de la buena música—: la de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7030396487857511882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7030396487857511882&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7030396487857511882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7030396487857511882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/09/ceu-bubuia.html' title='&quot;Ceú | Bubuia&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGJaFKwmp6E/TmFoOGUBShI/AAAAAAAABbU/ViioGYQ2de8/s72-c/01ceu02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-1954586509834746901</id><published>2011-12-29T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:49:46.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"La belleza"</title><summary type='text'>POSTALES DE NEW YORKLa bellezaNew York en 1955 tenía lo suyo. Las faldas se cortaban en forma de A y los caballeros llevaban sombrero. Se fumaba hasta morir y se bebía alcohol sin necesidad de esconderse. Los carteles anunciaban sexismo y los tacones se calzaban hasta para dormir. Los años '50 fueron discretamente promiscuos y radicalmente políticos. Los '50 eran de cine y de excesos (si no qué </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/1954586509834746901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=1954586509834746901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1954586509834746901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1954586509834746901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/la-belleza.html' title='&quot;La belleza&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LnYhXfDpnfM/TqerM3oiMzI/AAAAAAAAB0I/QNV6cyt-OZI/s72-c/0000001mm01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3622229724780192263</id><published>2011-12-26T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T13:50:27.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Detrás de la llama"</title><summary type='text'>PROSA EN EL CUENCODetrás de la llamaEntre los susurros y el silencio de las tres de la mañana, tumbados sobre el rechinante sofá victoriano de su tía Gertrudis, dos cuerpos éramos. Fueron tres o cuatro las veces que suspiré por lo que se acercaba... y de lo que no quería alejarme. Un sudor con sabor a naturaleza viva, a frutas, a cantos, a sentidos palpitantes... brotaba con el ir y venir de los </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3622229724780192263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3622229724780192263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3622229724780192263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3622229724780192263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/12/detras-de-la-llama.html' title='&quot;Detrás de la llama&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qHrKgIqBaTY/Tvf_bEK16SI/AAAAAAAAA5g/WnX417civog/s72-c/heidi01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-9110255811759310594</id><published>2011-12-26T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T16:23:13.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Claves falsas para disimular la mediocridad"</title><summary type='text'>RHAPSODIES IN BLUEClaves falsas para disimular la mediocridadLeerán lo que es la sonata, pero no hagan demasiado caso. Esa descripción, exclusivamente temática y armónica, está basada en el análisis cuantitativo que harán hombres obsesionados por la música que han escuchado y que quisieran repetir. Esos románticos, que consiguen sus mejores logros precisamente cuando no imitan a Beethoven, son </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/9110255811759310594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=9110255811759310594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/9110255811759310594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/9110255811759310594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/claves-falsas-para-disimular-la.html' title='&quot;Claves falsas para disimular la mediocridad&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-317081644258023664</id><published>2011-12-21T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:09:59.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tápame, que tengo frío"</title><summary type='text'>POSTALES DE NEW YORKTápame, que tengo fríoMi escuela es la del frío. Y lo contrario en exceso, me pone de muy mal humor. De niña lo relacionaba inevitablemente con la vuelta al aula, con las tareas y los horarios disciplinarios. Era como si la playa fuese sólo una foto donde aparecía yo y mis rizos rebozados con arena. ¡Se acabó! A esos años no le encuentras el lado romántico de ver las noticias </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/317081644258023664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=317081644258023664&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/317081644258023664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/317081644258023664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/09/tapame-que-tengo-frio.html' title='&quot;Tápame, que tengo frío&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JlJZ9reD8Sc/TnZp7jWHs8I/AAAAAAAABmA/OVWTcmk59Us/s72-c/01au.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-5984811174807360398</id><published>2011-12-21T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:11:09.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"El poeta que bajó al infierno"</title><summary type='text'>BARRANQUILLAEl poeta que bajó al infiernoHabla en oleadas frenéticas. En un lenguaje que mezcla lo culto, lo lírico, lo popular y el costumbrismo currambero. Puede expresarse en fluido francés, aprendido cuando estudió lenguas modernas en la Universidad Atlántico; pero también, en la más siniestra jerga barriobajera, aunque esto se lo reservaría al receptor adecuado: un habitante de la calle que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/5984811174807360398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=5984811174807360398&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5984811174807360398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5984811174807360398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/09/el-poeta-que-bajo-al-infierno.html' title='&quot;El poeta que bajó al infierno&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tyS-5jDemcs/Tni_x0mxOqI/AAAAAAAABnA/oyrGlbJ99Hw/s72-c/01al05.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3728865360628825542</id><published>2011-12-20T10:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T10:39:20.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"La OEA es un cadáver insepulto"</title><summary type='text'>WORLD BEAT BLUESLa OEA es un cadáver insepultoLa OEA protegió durante décadas, mientras fueron útiles a los planes de dominación de Estados Unidos, a los peores tiranos del continente como Rafael Leonidas Trujillo, Anastasio Somoza, Alfredo Stroessner, Jean-Claude Duvalier y Augusto Pinochet. Asimismo, conspiró y colaboró con la CIA para deshacerse de ellos cuando se convirtieron en material </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3728865360628825542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3728865360628825542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3728865360628825542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3728865360628825542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/12/la-oea-es-un-cadaver-insepulto.html' title='&quot;La OEA es un cadáver insepulto&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-5069824146323446585</id><published>2011-12-20T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T14:06:49.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The New Yorker"</title><summary type='text'>MORDIENDO LA MANZANAThe New YorkerTodavía hoy, cuando la revista se abrió a una corriente más populista (a partir de la estadía de Tina Brown) para competir con otras publicaciones (pienso en la revista «New York»), «The New Yorker» refleja mucho del espíritu de sus élites pensantes. El periodismo, la literatura, la poesía, el humor, las artes escénicas… como actividades de gente culta. Las </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/5069824146323446585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=5069824146323446585&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5069824146323446585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5069824146323446585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/08/new-yorker.html' title='&quot;The New Yorker&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9D3o2ttSLsE/TkCfwRPb0hI/AAAAAAAABNk/EpP-FiuwiUM/s72-c/01ny02.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-2450308172324024680</id><published>2011-12-19T22:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:37:04.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Boogaloo (For You)"</title><summary type='text'>BLUES FOR MONKBoogaloo (For You)Boogaloo quickly became the new trend in Latin music: Pete Rodriguez made an impact with «I Like It Like That» and Johnny Colon scored a hit with «Boogaloo Blues». Soon, boogaloo became obligatory in Latin music and even musicians who didn’t like it recorded one. Willie Colon and Hector Lavoe’s Spanish-language boogaloo, «Eso se baile así», was a frank rejection of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/2450308172324024680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=2450308172324024680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2450308172324024680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2450308172324024680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/12/boogaloo-for-you.html' title='&quot;Boogaloo (For You)&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-8866602378147391186</id><published>2011-12-19T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T01:13:25.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"El imperio de las chambelonas"</title><summary type='text'>BE-BOPPIN'El imperio de las chambelonasLo que me preocupa no es lo que le espera a los gringos si alguno de esos cajamanes llega al poder. Lo que a mí me preocupa como hombre de izquierda, como hombre consciente de que se vive en constante peligro con el imperio, son las pequeñas fantasías con que los Estados Unidos tratan de seducir a los pueblos. Esas fantasías, repito, tienen efectos nocivos, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/8866602378147391186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=8866602378147391186&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8866602378147391186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8866602378147391186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/09/el-imperio-de-las-chambelonas.html' title='&quot;El imperio de las chambelonas&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3682068856251685785</id><published>2011-10-28T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:01:26.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Glenn Gould"</title><summary type='text'>RHAPSODIES IN BLUEGlenn GouldWhen I was four, as when I was fourteen, I could hear the music before it was played, and sometimes after it was played. But always I could hear it. If I heard it, I knew I could play it. I was so full of confidence that it took many, many years for my teachers and my parents and my plague-ridden society to instill a small but potent fear in me, a certain </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3682068856251685785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3682068856251685785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3682068856251685785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3682068856251685785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/08/glenn-gould.html' title='&quot;Glenn Gould&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-1563063487860017126</id><published>2011-10-28T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:54:15.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Inteligencia sexy"</title><summary type='text'>POLVOS CONTADOSInteligencia sexyEn la adolescencia, cuando estamos saliendo del colegio o entrando a la universidad, los profesores nos revelan que las ideas pueden ser un afrodisíaco. Hasta los profesores poco agraciados físicamente o que han vivido una vida que ha culminado en una madurez estéticamente infeliz, despiertan en los estudiantes unos deseos en los que el sexo es una posibilidad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/1563063487860017126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=1563063487860017126&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1563063487860017126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1563063487860017126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/inteligencia-sexy.html' title='&quot;Inteligencia sexy&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3501780100787388396</id><published>2011-10-28T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T09:50:39.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Noel Rosa, el genio de la mandíbula rota"</title><summary type='text'>365 RAZONES PARA AMAR BRASILNoel Rosa, el genio de la mandíbula rotaNoel Rosa (1911-1937) apenas vivió 26 años. Al nacer, un forceps manipulado con demasiado entusiasmo (quizá el médico intuía el maravilloso ser que estaba por venir y no pudo reprimirse) le quebró la mandíbula y le dejó medio rostro paralizado de por vida. O Frankestein da Vila (por Vila Isabel, su barrio), le llegó a llamar un </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3501780100787388396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3501780100787388396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3501780100787388396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3501780100787388396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/09/noel-rosa-el-genio-de-la-mandibula-rota.html' title='&quot;Noel Rosa, el genio de la mandíbula rota&quot;'/><author><name>tm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01739947375964737941</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fm3PvVLBS2o/Tp9o3u1M20I/AAAAAAAAA20/0B4OJgVsYWs/s220/161666_1096808350_5899876_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
