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Winds and Vuelos
http://winds-vuelos.blogspot.com
- Author: Alejandro
- Listed in: Culture Writing
- Tags: Folk Music Spanglish copyrights short story
- Added on: Feb 18th, 2007
- Country: United States
- Language: English
This is a general interest blog, periodically written, with short stories and pictures of life around me. If there's any subconscious bent to its content, I'd probably 'fess up to being overly enthusiastic towards music, art, politics, and people. "Alejandro, not ANOTHER book or blog! Everything good's already been written, hasn't it??" OK, you and I have something in common: We consider windbags as welcome as feeling the rumbling gas in the stomach while riding in a slow, crowded elevator and its only the second floor to your destination's 22nd floor. If I don't have anything nice to say, you can bet I'll be on here typing like a crazed blogzmaniac. Or maybe I'll go to the 7-11 and get an extra six-pack of creativity to keep things interesting. Also, when I write in Spanish and it sucks, please forgive me, lo siento, I'm still learning. When I write in English and it sucks, please forgive me, lo siento, I'm still learning.
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Recent Posts
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Mother Earth on Mother's Day 2008 (Dedicada a Aurora!)Universal: Dancing and Listening to Music on You Tube? Three Videos BelowIt was Einstein, I think, that once spoke about nationalities needing their own affirmation, and one's respect for that sen...
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"Me voy a mover!" or should it be "Me voy a mudar!" The beauty of Spanish is its simplicity yet most of us who've been raised on "this side of the border" away from the land on the continent where are ancestors originate, always seem to trip on bes...
Mi Papá, my father, Aquiles, picture on the right...
Mi Papá, my father, Aquiles, picture on the right, was quite a storyteller and occasionally, he would skip the colorful wrappings of prose and get to the moral of the story at hand. But it was uncharacteristic of him, he would've made an ineffectiv...
It was summer in Sacramento, the temperature reac...
It was summer in Sacramento, the temperature reaching nearly 110 degrees outside, and having some time on my hands (a lot, actually) because I had just been laid off from my job, I saw the light! In my kitchen window, there arose a strange conglomera...
Friends and relatives know the way to my heart is...
Friends and relatives know the way to my heart is anything associated with music and the guitar. I play some piano, flute, and congas but my instrument of choice is the guitar. Its a "more personal" instrument. A guitar is pressed against your che...
