Es tan corto que es mejor no contaros nada. Mejor luego, en los comentarios, que nos cuente el Óscar. Pero está guay; no os lo perdáis. 
Jose
Archivo de agosto de 2009
Un corto de Óscar Guitart
Lunes, 31 de agosto de 2009Una y otra vez
Miércoles, 12 de agosto de 2009
Una y otra vez nos juntamos, y nos sale música.
Aquí el Manolo, versionando a Antonio Orozco:
Y me vuelvo pa Buendía ;-)
Jose
Under Afrikan Skies
Martes, 11 de agosto de 2009Hoy me he enterado de que el año pasado murió Miriam Makeba. mamá África, como solía ser llamada. Aquí teneis su artículo en Wikipedia.
Siempre me gustó esta canción que canta con Paul Simon en el Concierto Africano del album Graceland. Sirva como homenaje.
Josephs face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the southern hemisphere
And he walked his days
Under african skies
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
In early memory
Mission music
Was ringing round my nursery door
I said take this child, lord
From tucson arizona
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
And she wont bother you no more
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
Josephs face was black as night
And the pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the southern hemisphere
And he walked the length of his days
Under african skies
Rafa.