Conjure up the past

I am going to talk about a particular song that it has been crucial since a few years ago. I said since because it still being important and rebuilding his meanings to me. The type of music i dont know how label it, but it is trascendental the musical instruments taking part in this piece, from electrycal guitars until charangos. Bersuit Vergarabat is a famous band of rock in Argentina, but many of theirs song go beyond of this genre. Vuelos is a song that the band dedicate to the relatives of the people killed and vanished by the Militar Dictatorship of Argentina. It is a song that cross mountains, deserts and forests until other countries of America. From my personal interpretation can be taked in many ways of meanings from his lyrics. The main toppic is about someone that is not with us and we just have they memorie. What it remains? How ourselves, the lives, will be go on without that person. A grave? A thing that evocate a particular memorie? A feel of solitude and insignificance. A feel about the time is inevitable and that all of us will be reached by his effects someday. The thing is that sometimes it pass too fast and pass to many things, but it’s not enough.

"Your face it is banishing

Its dye of grey

You will be a solitude stone

You detach from me

I remain in you

Now my eyes are of mud

In the flood

Its growing, its decreacing

It appear and then its go".

Portrait from the album Libertinaje (1998)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lsiamo1iB-Q

The ones without names

I feel uncomfortable answering this type of question, because the people chooses are always from a same category. They would have a intensive education, wealth, cultural capital, privileges, etc. Presidents, politicians, military, artists, and other etc. I think that if want to know the best of the “cultural spirit” of Chile; we have to look in other place. We need to review that other place without a own name, there where the shape of something knowed it’s not clear, but in one or other form, we know about it. If I have to think in people that place in the stage of the best Chileans, I think in first place in whose that died probably without a name in his grave, bleeding because the injustice that is part of the blood of this country. The fallen ones from Santa María school, in Iquique, and all the miners and they family’s that lays under the ground in common graves, with bullets in their bodies that were tear apart in name of the order and the progress, just like the banner of Brazil. They and other people at our history, like the indigenous peoples from the invasion and conquest of the Spanish, the peasants that were dressed like soldiers for fight for one or other chiefman , like O’higgins in the Independence War or Baquedano in the Pacific War. The “Chaucha revolution” was an example from a collective anger, and “No More” feel. Those that had the voice, the bravery, the will to do something against the order, those that put they screams and in the air, fulfilling it with their hard words and fists, they deserve the honour of the persistence of the time, the achievement of the transcendence. They were bleeding for us, for our injustice, and for chance to do something about that. I just would ask them about what its worth at the end of all, their names, their stories. I would ask them for forgiveness. 

Fishing some fishes with taste to fresh fish.

 If it about a favorite food, it would be definitively the fish, In all they forms, since the tuna can until the most gourmets works with special fishes. Today I did ate it in a new discovery that I did when I walk until a Santander bank in the south portion of Macul Street. There I found a restobar called La Capital, where I was attracted by a beautiful message in a board which it says “Fried fish with rice/fries and beer for just $3.500 Chilean pesos, which its very cheap compared with some specialized places how for example the Mercado Central (Central Market), here in Santiago. It was a very gladly thing for this day, because discover something new that makes you feel happy it makes worth your day.

I have a friend who lives in Concepcion and he always mock above the fish that we consume in Santiago, because it’s not fresh, always freezing, being very different to the fish that he consume in his city and especially in the Talcahuano harbor. Maybe he is right; it’s not the same quality about the fresh and tastes of the fishes. But I don’t care much. I enjoy the fish every time that I can afford it. I had a think when I was a kid, just after to see a movie about a convict sentenced to death, to whom was granted a last meal that he can choose, and for him was a bucket from the Kentucky Fried Chickens franchise. If I was him, I just ask for two fried fishes with fries and potatoes with mayo, and a good white wine or an amber beer.  That would be a good farewell.