<?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>2012-01-31T16:24:21.493-08:00</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>482</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>2012-01-30T18:21:55.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>™</title><summary type='text'> IGREJA DE SENHORA SANTANA|©  © 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 </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='13 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>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-873873558305015678</id><published>2012-01-31T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T11:22:29.195-08:00</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-8622733002882585270</id><published>2012-01-30T20:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:12:53.046-08:00</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-2765307245356175681</id><published>2012-01-30T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T11:39:52.766-08:00</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-3971207117312128261</id><published>2012-01-29T22:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T22:54:59.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"La palabra digital"</title><summary type='text'>BABELOGIALa palabra digitalLos pensadores se toman su tiempo. Los que se han dedicado a estimular un debate en torno a las nuevas generaciones de lectores no se ponen de acuerdo sobre el impacto de la tecnología, pero todos hablan de tres aspectos recurrentes que realmente son parte de un mismo mantra: conveniencia, conveniencia, conveniencia. Nicholas Carr, uno de los más lúcidos pensadores de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3971207117312128261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3971207117312128261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3971207117312128261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3971207117312128261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2012/01/la-palabra-digital.html' title='&quot;La palabra digital&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-2363217576043296801</id><published>2012-01-29T17:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:25:53.354-08:00</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-1883483847706474101</id><published>2012-01-29T09:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T09:42:28.494-08:00</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>2012-01-29T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T09:43:22.738-08:00</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-288975618144724992</id><published>2012-01-28T21:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T21:31:11.782-08:00</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='0 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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-2910987638007477161</id><published>2012-01-28T20:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T20:35:09.810-08:00</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-1485192134049285739</id><published>2012-01-28T19:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T19:15:14.684-08:00</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-7749551639972217655</id><published>2012-01-28T11:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T11:43:48.048-08:00</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='0 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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-7247384610317479004</id><published>2012-01-26T11:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T11:29:43.253-08:00</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-991251869790768134</id><published>2012-01-25T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:14:55.066-08:00</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 </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>2012-01-24T00:16:30.819-08:00</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='4 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>4</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='19 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>19</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='9 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>9</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-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-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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-5317480412303010226</id><published>2011-10-28T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T08:28:41.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Las carátulas"</title><summary type='text'>CONTRAPUNTOLas carátulasDesde sus inicios, el jazz, seguramente por su carácter de música rebelde y contracultural, tendió puentes con otras expresiones artísticas. Es lo que le ha dado a la música su gran rango cultural. Hoy se puede leer un rico catálogo de novelas o ensayos sobre el bebop, el soul o el cool, así como trazar las maravillosas historias de las músicas a través de fotografías. Y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/5317480412303010226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=5317480412303010226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5317480412303010226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/5317480412303010226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/las-caratulas.html' title='&quot;Las carátulas&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-7991627838427677561</id><published>2011-10-27T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T23:03:19.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"No entender es también entender"</title><summary type='text'>BLUES DE LA REDNo entender es entenderAlgunos de mis amigos comenzaron a escuchar a Glass mucho antes que yo. Hoy exhiben los discos en su colección casera como otros exhiben libros que apenas han abierto. No digo que no los hayan escuchado. Pero pídales elaborar sobre su gusto y escuchará un rosario de lugares comunes. En este sentido, prefiero tomar partido con Holland, admitiendo que la música</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7991627838427677561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7991627838427677561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7991627838427677561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7991627838427677561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/no-entender-es-tambien-entender.html' title='&quot;No entender es también entender&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-9078428290443606435</id><published>2011-10-26T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T23:03:48.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Corazón"</title><summary type='text'>BLUES DE LA RED«Corazón»Conforme me voy alejando de la infancia se difuminan y mezclan los recuerdos como si ésta se comprimiera, y ya no soy capaz de precisar si el cambio de colegio fue a los siete, a los ocho o a los nueve años o si tenía doce o trece cuando besé por primera vez a una chica. Sin embargo, tengo como postes clavados en la memoria mis primeras lecturas. Me veo en mi habitación, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/9078428290443606435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=9078428290443606435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/9078428290443606435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/9078428290443606435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/corazon.html' title='&quot;Corazón&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-6361892914885096528</id><published>2011-10-26T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T13:10:39.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"El sueño de la razón"</title><summary type='text'>DE LOS ARCHIVOSTO LIVE IN AMERICAEl sueño de la razón¿De dónde sale entonces tanto endiosamiento con la figura de Obama? No lo sé. Pero ese endiosamiento, no cabe duda, acusa un defecto en el carácter del estadounidense. Da pavor el inventario de mercancía, anuncios y programas dedicados al nuevo presidente. Que no ha comenzado a gobernar, pero que cuenta con un abrumador apoyo. Se agradece que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/6361892914885096528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=6361892914885096528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/6361892914885096528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/6361892914885096528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/el-sueno-de-la-razon.html' title='&quot;El sueño de la razón&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-7467329272221905487</id><published>2011-10-26T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:44:16.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mi Barranquilla"</title><summary type='text'>CIUDAD \ CIUDADESMi BarranquillaEn Barranquilla siento un ambiente de bacanería típica de todo el caribe colombiano, y que describiría como la forma de actuar que tienen las personas en pro de los otros, de querer compartir con respeto la fiesta, el sentirse a gusto. Eso es un bacán, un tipo chévere, legal, que no está pensando hacer mal, sino, por el contrario, en agradar a las personas de una </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7467329272221905487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7467329272221905487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7467329272221905487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7467329272221905487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/08/mi-barranquilla.html' title='&quot;Mi Barranquilla&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-1801716008795805434</id><published>2011-10-26T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:47:00.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Eliane Elias | Light My Fire"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADOFrom Zzzz to BooAs a pianist, Elias is a top-notch —abnormally brilliant, outrageously imaginative. Working in the trio format o solo («Solos &amp; Duets» is a masterpiece) she's at par with the greatest. There're moments in best jazz albums when she's even beyond the masters. But jazz doesn’t sell. And for a lady who relies heavily on looks, it is understandable why Elias has been insisting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/1801716008795805434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=1801716008795805434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1801716008795805434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1801716008795805434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/09/eliane-elias-light-my-fire.html' title='&quot;Eliane Elias | Light My Fire&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/-XDxwcHJEtOU/TlxCXeImjdI/AAAAAAAABYM/ljGM-VrYFBA/s72-c/01ee09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-972041547609259948</id><published>2011-10-26T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:47:41.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Un genio moderno"</title><summary type='text'>AMERICAN CLAVEUn genio modernoSi el contexto en que floreció la música de Ellington —hablo de los años 30— contribuye a esa percepción de «un clásico antiguo», se entiende. Pero en modo alguno se justifica. Al igual que Gershwin, Porter, Kern, Rodgers y Arlen, Ellington estaba escribiendo un pop sofisticado que, puesto a ser definido por críticos y mercaderes de la industria musical, se le conoce</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/972041547609259948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=972041547609259948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/972041547609259948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/972041547609259948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/08/un-genio-moderno.html' title='&quot;Un genio moderno&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/-XYnE2HruI0Y/TlAXELwQO7I/AAAAAAAABTU/AR-n8Z1TwNQ/s72-c/duke-ellington-hand-67b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-957105965384036014</id><published>2011-10-26T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T21:55:34.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sabia naturaleza"</title><summary type='text'>GROOVIN' HIGHSabia naturalezaNo puedo imaginar cuál es la voluntad de Dios y, sin querer ofender a mi abuela o a los que creen en esa voluntad, tampoco me interesa. Pero siendo observadora de la naturaleza, creo que el espectáculo del mundo tiene una sabiduría; y a ella me abro para aprender que mi soledad se alimenta de una compañía invisible. Hoy, por ejemplo, sentía una tristeza cuyo origen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/957105965384036014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=957105965384036014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/957105965384036014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/957105965384036014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/sabia-naturaleza.html' title='&quot;Sabia naturaleza&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-8891102377325654061</id><published>2011-10-26T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T12:04:28.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A vida como ela é"</title><summary type='text'>365 RAZONES PARA AMAR BRASILNelson Rodrigues y «A vida como ela é»Cada mañana, durante años, Nelson Rodrigues escribía en pocas líneas una historia que giraba en torno a un único asunto: la infidelidad. A veces, la muerte en relación a la infidelidad. Son historias ágiles, construidas en breves pinceladas, con diálogos coloquiales, de sabor único, donde el erotismo arrasa con su fuerza primaria. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/8891102377325654061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=8891102377325654061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8891102377325654061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8891102377325654061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/08/vida-como-ela-e.html' title='&quot;A vida como ela é&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/-ak-yWQzxy3M/TjgxGPpUhcI/AAAAAAAABJE/CuOoGH4hOa8/s72-c/01nr04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-7267835105550471874</id><published>2011-10-26T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:32:29.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Un Grammy para llorones"</title><summary type='text'>CONTRAPUNTOUn Grammy para lloronesCualquier músico seguro de su obra, de su oficio y, sobre todo, de su arte, un músico con un mínimo de sentido común (ya no digamos de decencia y honestidad intelectual) jamás se andaría con lloraderas para que se lo den. Tampoco con revuelos legales porque los señores encargados de esos premios han decidido eliminar categorías. Digamos que un músico comprometido</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7267835105550471874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7267835105550471874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7267835105550471874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7267835105550471874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/08/un-grammy-para-llorones.html' title='&quot;Un Grammy para llorones&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/04abril2009/th_grammy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-6134191336988839762</id><published>2011-10-25T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T11:48:26.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Salsa As An Art Form"</title><summary type='text'>BLUES FOR MONKSalsa As An Art FormRuben Blades is a direct heir of Tite, and if anything his legacy for up-and-coming songwriters is simply brilliant: to turn a craft into an art form. «Siembra», his classic with Willie, turned 30 some years ago. It's an album of the 1970s, a decade so rich in artistic expressions — think of the Beatles, Astor Piazzolla's nuevo tango, Caetano Veloso and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/6134191336988839762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=6134191336988839762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/6134191336988839762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/6134191336988839762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/07/salsa-as-art-form.html' title='&quot;Salsa As An Art Form&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-3689948607862898645</id><published>2011-10-25T12:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T12:26:58.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gilberto Gil y la trilogía dialéctica de los re (ii)"</title><summary type='text'>POR FALAR EM BRASILGilberto Gil y la trilogía dialéctica de los re (ii)Por ahí se percibe una conciliación interna de la canción: la superficialidad (en este caso, la discoteca) que abraza la profundidad de una discusión política —la banda Titãs daría voz a esa idea del «salário mínimo de cintilância» al exclamar que «a gente não quer só comida»— pero también conceptos de filosofía oriental, no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3689948607862898645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3689948607862898645&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3689948607862898645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3689948607862898645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/gilberto-gil-y-la-trilogia-dialectica.html' title='&quot;Gilberto Gil y la trilogía dialéctica de los re (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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-929705578166225801</id><published>2011-10-25T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T09:47:44.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mudanza y acarreo"</title><summary type='text'>POSTALES DE NEW YORKMudanza y acarreoLa necesidad de ampliarnos en espacio, de huir de los vecinos que salían a la calle llenos de pintura acrílica comprada en la Pratt Store y de alguna pistola real desenfundada a las 7 de la tarde, nos hizo mudarnos a Manhattan. Aquí pasamos todo el día. Mes y medio para encontrar un lugar. Una semana para desembalar. Y lo mejor para estos momentos es ponerle </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/929705578166225801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=929705578166225801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/929705578166225801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/929705578166225801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/mudanza-y-acarreo.html' title='&quot;Mudanza y acarreo&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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/3157678964_4981b290ab_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-8743042536773380152</id><published>2011-10-23T21:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T22:06:06.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"En la senda del periodismo popular"</title><summary type='text'>DESCARTESEn la senda del periodismo popularQuizá este fenómeno editorial que ha incentivado para bien o para mal la lectura pueda salvarse de la maldición que se ha lanzado sobre el periodismo impreso tradicional, condenado a la desaparición eterna. Quizá, en algún momento, los llamados 'periódicos serios' deban cambiar el chip de memoria y, al tiempo de ofrecer una oferta investigada, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/8743042536773380152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=8743042536773380152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8743042536773380152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8743042536773380152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/en-la-senda-del-periodismo-popular.html' title='&quot;En la senda del periodismo popular&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/-ATM6oD9ijHk/TqTyHdT1OwI/AAAAAAAABzM/MYSW9cm2Sc4/s72-c/primera_hora.750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-7969386041229471392</id><published>2011-10-23T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T17:49:53.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Jon Mayer - Round up the usual suspects"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADO FUNDAMENTALEl debut ejemplar de Jon MayerJon Mayer usó el único tema de su autoría como título de un disco que recoge standards del American songbook y es, sin duda, el mejor del repertorio. Lo destaco aquí por dos razones: el soberano y delicioso swing de Mayer y el genial solo del bajista Ron Carter, que marca el tiempo con un rugido espectacular. Escuchar a Carter, en verdad, es </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/7969386041229471392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=7969386041229471392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7969386041229471392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/7969386041229471392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/jon-mayer-round-up-usual-suspects.html' title='&quot;Jon Mayer - Round up the usual suspects&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-49609978260672027</id><published>2011-10-23T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T16:20:48.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Federico Britos | Voyage"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADOEl viaje de un maestroNo hay mejor título para un álbum del violinista Federico Britos como «Voyage». Acaso porque el maestro uruguayo ha consagrado su vida a eso, a viajar. No sólo con la música, poniendo su violín al servicio de diversos géneros, sino viviendo en diferentes partes del mundo para aprender una de las mejores lecciones del oficio: las raíces sólo se enriquecen cuando se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/49609978260672027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=49609978260672027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/49609978260672027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/49609978260672027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/federico-britos-voyage.html' title='&quot;Federico Britos | Voyage&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-4584237096553903178</id><published>2011-10-22T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T18:18:51.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Bouncing with... La Mars Volta"</title><summary type='text'>BOUNCING WITHLa Mars VoltaLos discos de la banda no son fáciles de dirigir. Requieren tiempo, paciencia, ingenio, ingenuidad y una malicia perra para meterse en la maraña de historias y sonoridades que Rodríguez-López, a cargo de la producción, mete en una batidora explosiva. [–]—ELISEO CARDONAPHOTO – BEN ROWLAND≡ ENTREVISTA COMPLETA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/4584237096553903178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=4584237096553903178&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4584237096553903178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4584237096553903178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/02/bouncing-with-la-mars-volta.html' title='&quot;Bouncing with... La Mars Volta&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-8552406540212851751</id><published>2011-10-22T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T08:32:52.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Girl From Moscow"</title><summary type='text'>NEW YORK CLAVEThe Girl From MoscowAnne is a Russian blonde in her early-'20s, the type usually found galore in glossy —and extremely cheesy— Russian brides catalogs with shady postmarks. She's slender but meaty, the kind of woman that attracts by way of less is more. Even with layers of tops, sweaters and a shiny black coat, she's built as a masterpiece of curves and baby cheek skin. When she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/8552406540212851751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=8552406540212851751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8552406540212851751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8552406540212851751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/girl-from-moscow.html' title='&quot;The Girl From Moscow&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/-tw9w-wCxfLE/TqM6mY-pBNI/AAAAAAAABy0/AGNLbJyMLVI/s72-c/aaaaa01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-107481341812736101</id><published>2011-10-20T14:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T14:27:38.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Porn cuts"</title><summary type='text'>POLVOS CONTADOSPorn cutsConfieso que de la pornografía, lo que me atraen son los «porn cuts», conocidos comúnmente como películas pornográficas. Las veo por aburrimiento, pero también —¿por qué no— cuando necesito darle estímulo a la imaginación. En esto Internet ha facilitado la tarea, porque basta con la movida diestra de los dedos (sobre el teclado y en lo que usted quiera) para encontrar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/107481341812736101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=107481341812736101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/107481341812736101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/107481341812736101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/porn-cuts.html' title='&quot;Porn cuts&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-3413259824669283148</id><published>2011-10-20T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T12:42:19.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Red Garland Trio | Red Garland's Piano"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADOLos blues de RedGrabado en 1957, «Red Garland's piano» es su segundo disco como líder para el sello Prestige. Y es sin dudas uno de los clásicos de la literatura pianística del jazz. Garland había salido de ese anonimato que supone tocar en bares de Nueva York gracias a su participación en grabaciones seminales de Miles («Relaxin'» «Cookin'», «Workin'», «Steamin'») y comenzaba a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3413259824669283148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3413259824669283148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3413259824669283148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3413259824669283148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/red-garland-trio-red-garlands-piano.html' title='&quot;Red Garland Trio | Red Garland&apos;s Piano&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/-9zy_kHVbJSE/TqB4-uP91VI/AAAAAAAAByo/-TbY6AYI-vU/s72-c/885829-red-garland-red-garlands-piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-4641216427322116741</id><published>2011-10-20T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T07:49:00.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Verdura de Leminski"</title><summary type='text'>POR FALAR EM BRASILVerdura de LeminskiApasionado de la cultura japonesa, Leminski se impuso el desafío de la brevedad, siguiendo el espíritu del haiku. «Verdura», el poema que Caetano canta en el maravilloso disco «Outras palavras» (uno de sus mejores) sintetiza el poder de la mirada poética de Leminski; sobre todo la pegada de su humor. Cada vez que la escucho, suelto la risa. Que, al decir de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/4641216427322116741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=4641216427322116741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4641216427322116741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4641216427322116741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/verdura-de-leminski.html' title='&quot;Verdura de Leminski&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/-8T2Htx4H24U/Tj_fVoSun2I/AAAAAAAABjc/aempXIsMjOw/s72-c/Leminski_livros.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-9123198105308563563</id><published>2011-10-19T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T17:45:52.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Lomotil y Wikileaks"</title><summary type='text'>WORLD BEAT BLUESLomotil y WikileaksLa importancia de la publicación de documentos secretos estadounidenses a través de Wikileaks proviene de su precocidad; de su publicación mientras los actores principales están vigentes todavía y las denuncias, en los casos que aparezcan señaladas algunas violaciones a las leyes, pueden ser traducidas ante los tribunales. Los documentos publicados desde </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/9123198105308563563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=9123198105308563563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/9123198105308563563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/9123198105308563563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/lomotil-y-wikileaks.html' title='&quot;Lomotil y Wikileaks&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-3859053778783015693</id><published>2011-10-19T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:48:43.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cidadão do mundo"</title><summary type='text'>FROM THE ARCHIVESPOR FALAR EM BRASILCidadão do mundo'Saudade' is a Luso-Brazilian state of mind, a uniquely gene, if you will, of Luso-Brazilian souls. No other culture has it. I may think of myself as a Brazilian citizen, and all my orixas know I was born here in another life, but it is not in me, that saudade, that feeling of longing for something or someone which, really, doesn't mean that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3859053778783015693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3859053778783015693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3859053778783015693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3859053778783015693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/06/cidadao-do-mundo.html' title='&quot;Cidadão do mundo&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/-iBtS5UQyu64/TgSKGcWo5WI/AAAAAAAAAto/-giEnH1MrPU/s72-c/5378713533_92c5e8b031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-4438309567125786223</id><published>2011-10-19T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T14:21:32.813-07:00</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-8633299416825062033</id><published>2011-10-19T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T20:38:46.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Luiz Alfredo Garcia Roza - el Simenon carioca"</title><summary type='text'>365 RAZONES PARA AMAR BRASILLuiz Alfredo Garcia Roza - el Simenon cariocaEl detective Espinosa es culto, solitario; tiene puntos en común con el inspector Salvo Montalbano, el personaje central de las novelas del italiano Andrea Camilleri. Pero a diferencia de éste, a Espinosa le gusta hacer sus comidas en un MacDonalds, llevando la comida a un banco junto a la playa donde la divide con algún </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/8633299416825062033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=8633299416825062033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8633299416825062033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8633299416825062033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/08/luiz-alfredo-garcia-roza-el-simenon.html' title='&quot;Luiz Alfredo Garcia Roza - el Simenon carioca&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/-SYSJ0kPoFgU/TlQLOQDIJWI/AAAAAAAABU0/TB5hzW6td40/s72-c/01bra04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3098550402071259804</id><published>2011-10-19T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T10:34:40.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mensajes (ii)"</title><summary type='text'>BLUES DE LA REDMensajes (ii)No deja de ser curioso. Si una avería en el coche nos dejara tirados y al llevarlo al taller nos dijeran que ha sido el sistema eléctrico pero que no lo van a arreglar, sino que la solución es cambiarnos las ruedas, veríamos la falta de lógica y buscaríamos otro taller. Pues eso es lo que nos vienen diciendo en las últimas tres décadas, que ya son. Sea el que sea el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3098550402071259804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3098550402071259804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3098550402071259804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3098550402071259804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/mensajes-ii.html' title='&quot;Mensajes (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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-715275974675252877</id><published>2011-10-18T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:47:35.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Whatever Happened to the American Left?"</title><summary type='text'>BLUES DE LA REDWhatever Happened to the American Left?How do we account for the relative silence of the left? Perhaps what really matters about a movement’s strength is the years of building that came before it. In the 1930s, the growth of unions and the popularity of demands to share the wealth and establish «industrial democracy» were not simply responses to the economic debacle. In fact, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/715275974675252877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=715275974675252877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/715275974675252877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/715275974675252877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/09/blues-de-la-red-whatever-happened-to.html' title='&quot;Whatever Happened to the American Left?&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-6228269682747138113</id><published>2011-10-18T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:49:59.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Outro Brasil"</title><summary type='text'>DE LOS ARCHIVOSPOR FALAR EM BRASILOutro BrasilMuchos seguramente la conocieron por ese primer volumen de la estupenda colección de David Bryne dedicada la música brasileña, Brazil classics. Pero el que no haya visto a la gran Nazaré Pereira en directo se pierde de conocer no sólo a una artista cardinal de la cultura brasileña, sino también al mejor de los países brasileños. Es el Brasil </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/6228269682747138113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=6228269682747138113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/6228269682747138113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/6228269682747138113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/06/outro-brasil.html' title='&quot;Outro Brasil&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-8315814161038149056</id><published>2011-10-18T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T06:24:15.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"La evidente superioridad de los argentinos"</title><summary type='text'>BLUES DE LA REDLa evidente superioridad de los argentinosHace treinta años los argentinos que viajábamos a España, por ejemplo, comprobábamos con asombro que allí se ejercía el Edipo sin enmascaramiento alguno. En Argentina los padres habían aprendido a disimular y rechazaban los pretendientes de sus hijas con racionalizaciones: «No tiene futuro el muchacho», «Me parece medio atorrante», etc. En </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/8315814161038149056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=8315814161038149056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8315814161038149056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/8315814161038149056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/la-evidente-superioridad-de-los.html' title='&quot;La evidente superioridad de los argentinos&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-2218165590191303753</id><published>2011-10-17T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T14:55:01.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"En el reino de Google"</title><summary type='text'>CEREBRO ELECTRONICOEn el reino de GooglePara los usuarios, Google es un regalo de los dioses, una bendición que permite que la vida sea más cómoda. Pero la empresa arroja una oscura sombra sobre lo que representó en su momento Microsoft, con su abarcadora influencia y acusaciones de monopolio en los años 90. Google se ha hecho de una imagen inmaculada y transparente, una imagen de confianza. El </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/2218165590191303753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=2218165590191303753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2218165590191303753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/2218165590191303753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/en-el-reino-de-google.html' title='&quot;En el reino de Google&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-1925758264086278541</id><published>2011-10-17T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T13:12:40.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Enrico Rava | New York Days"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADOLa estética residual de un improvisadorEnrico Rava se distingue por la transparencia de su sonido, por la claridad de su fraseo, y porque es un artesano de lo simple. Toca canciones, como se lo dijo alguna vez al pianista argentino Adrián Iaies. Aunque, en rigor, también las compone. Eso es más que evidente en «New York Days», un disco en el que interpreta algunas de sus piezas, y en el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/1925758264086278541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=1925758264086278541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1925758264086278541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/1925758264086278541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/enrico-rava-new-york-days.html' title='&quot;Enrico Rava | New York Days&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-495110253949337980</id><published>2011-10-17T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T10:48:14.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sujeto, verga y complemento"</title><summary type='text'>BLUES DE LA REDSujeto, verga y complemento¿Qué es el sexo? ¿Qué es el amor? ¿Qué es la vida? A estas tres preguntas fundamentales, «La Chapelle sextine», de Hervé Le Tellier, fornece una total ausencia de respuestas. A cambio de esto presenta un modelo de circulación amatoria según el cual 26 personajes, 13 hombres y 13 mujeres, componen 78 parejas diferentes. El resultado está lleno de humor y, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/495110253949337980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=495110253949337980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/495110253949337980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/495110253949337980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/sujeto-verga-y-complemento.html' title='&quot;Sujeto, verga y complemento&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/-iYtcP-kgOQE/Tpxl2iaDeDI/AAAAAAAAByQ/uk8qbFfti8k/s72-c/01lcs03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3712236017550189248</id><published>2011-10-17T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T07:33:01.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Preservar la independencia y la soberanía"</title><summary type='text'>WORLD BEAT BLUESPreservar la independencia y la soberaníaCuba presta servicios a la vez que suministra tecnología de productos en apoyo amplio a los programas sociales de los pueblos hermanos. Como compensación, aquellos países pagan el aporte cubano con petróleo y otros productos. El embajador advirtió al auditorio que cuanta medida toma ahora el gobierno de Cuba está orientada a garantizar la </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3712236017550189248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3712236017550189248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3712236017550189248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3712236017550189248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/preservar-la-independencia-y-la.html' title='&quot;Preservar la independencia y la soberanía&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/-sB58-0NyZ_M/Tpw8PAwSFBI/AAAAAAAABxs/hb-URBkwXsk/s72-c/aaaalatinoamerica%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8124469230357285598.post-3404907833138313640</id><published>2011-10-15T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T17:05:19.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"El evangelio del soul según Julian 'Cannonball' Adderley"</title><summary type='text'>CIRCULADO OPUSEl evangelio del soul según Julian 'Cannonball' AdderleyNo oculto mi entusiasmo casi infantil por la música de Adderley, cuyo genio recién descubro a pesar de tener sus discos en mi colección desde hace años. Son obras, sin embargo, a las que acudía con el peso de una obligación profesional (que es la peor forma de escuchar). Pero soy de los que cree que la música a veces entra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/3404907833138313640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=3404907833138313640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3404907833138313640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/3404907833138313640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/el-evangelio-del-soul-segun-julian.html' title='&quot;El evangelio del soul según Julian &apos;Cannonball&apos; Adderley&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-4581504623125280220</id><published>2011-10-15T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T16:13:44.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Por amor al arte"</title><summary type='text'>OFF-MINORPor amor al arteLa buena música tiene el poderoso efecto de que siempre se le eche en falta. Es lo que el genial Seth Godin llama "permission marketing". Puesto en ese lenguaje del mercadeo, cuando no encontramos el producto que nos enriquece la vida (digamos ese shampoo que nos transforma el pelo), montamos en cólera, preguntamos por qué falta, y exigimos que se le tenga en la próxima </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/feeds/4581504623125280220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8124469230357285598&amp;postID=4581504623125280220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4581504623125280220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8124469230357285598/posts/default/4581504623125280220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.bluemonkmoods.com/2011/10/por-amor-al-arte.html' title='&quot;Por amor al arte&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>
