Mi m\u00fasica favorita es la que me cuentan.<\/p>\n
Shakespeare dice en El Mercader de Venecia (gracias, JP Rangaswami<\/a>):<\/p>\n The man that hath no music in himself, Aquel hombre que no tiene m\u00fasica en s\u00ed mismo, Hace a\u00f1os que leo MUY poco en papel. Escanear una pantalla y absorber millones de datos sueltos y frases inconexas en un par de idiomas no es leer como a m\u00ed me gusta. Hace un tiempo que vivo con la sensaci\u00f3n apremiante de estar alej\u00e1ndome de la literatura que me gusta, culpa de la suma de actividades con las que se llenan d\u00edas y noches. Y culpa m\u00eda.<\/p>\n Hace pocos d\u00edas me reencontr\u00e9 con Eduardo Galeano, gracias a \u00abBocas del tiempo\u00bb, y fue como sumergirme en una sinfon\u00eda de susurros, colores, aromas y sabores de toda Latinoam\u00e9rica. Galeano tiene la habilidad de hacerme vivir sus relatos con una l\u00e1grima presta, de hacerme envidiar su memoria, su historia y las manos que estrech\u00f3.<\/p>\n M\u00e1s que los fados de Ana Moura<\/a>, m\u00e1s que la voz de Bobby McFerrin<\/a>, mejor que Coltrane<\/a>, descubr\u00ed que la m\u00fasica que m\u00e1s me gusta es la que vive en historias que me cuentan. M\u00fasica de guitarras templadas a orillas de un r\u00edo, de voces que gorjean en una noche blanca en Pigalle, Caetano Veloso en una balsa y un Jobim silencioso, callando cervezas.<\/p>\n Galeano compone mi m\u00fasica favorita, la que me hace querer leer de nuevo. Jam\u00e1s me voy a quedar sin m\u00fasica.<\/p>\n Para darse un gustito y encontrar la excusa perfecta para comprar el libro: se pueden leer<\/a> varios fragmentos<\/a> online y bajarse un ebook<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n My favorite music<\/strong><\/p>\n My favorite music is that one someone tells me about.<\/p>\n Shakespeare says in The Merchant of Venice (thanks, JP Rangaswami<\/a>):<\/p>\n The man that hath no music in himself, I haven’t read many actual books in years. Scanning a screen and absorbing millons of loose bits and unconnected phrases is far from what I like to call reading. Since a while ago I live with the pressing sensation of getting farther away from the literature I like and enjoy, because of all the activities one accumulates, that fill days and nights. And because of me.<\/p>\n A few days ago I met again with Eduardo Galeano<\/a>, through his book \u00abVoices of Time<\/a>\u00ab, and I found myself immersed in a simphony of whispers, colors, flavors and aromas from around Latin America. I feel I live every Galeano’s story, I envy his memory, his life and the hands he held.<\/p>\n More than a fado by Ana Moura<\/a>, much more than Bobby McFerrin’s voice<\/a>, better than Coltrane<\/a>, my favorite music comes from the stories I’m told. Music from guitars lying by a river, voices singing on a white night in Pigalle, Caetano Veloso on a raft and a silent Jobim, quietly caressing a beer.<\/p>\n Galeano composes my favorite music, the one that makes me want to read again. I’ll never be out of music anymore.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Mi m\u00fasica favorita es la que me cuentan. Shakespeare dice en El Mercader de Venecia (gracias, JP Rangaswami): The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not mov\u2019d with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"twitterCardType":"","cardImageID":0,"cardImage":"","cardTitle":"","cardDesc":"","cardImageAlt":"","cardPlayer":"","cardPlayerWidth":0,"cardPlayerHeight":0,"cardPlayerStream":"","cardPlayerCodec":""},"categories":[],"tags":[12],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/504"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=504"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/504\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=504"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=504"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/andresb.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=504"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nNor is not mov\u2019d with concord of sweet sounds,
\nIs fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
\nThe motions of his spirit are dull as night,
\nAnd his affections dark as Erebus.
\nLet no such man be trusted. Mark the music.<\/p>\n
\nQue no se conmueve con la armon\u00eda de dulces sonidos,
\nEs materia de traiciones, estratagemas y ruina;
\nLos movimientos de su esp\u00edritu son sordos como la noche,
\nY sus afectos, tenebrosos como \u00c9rebo.
\nNo se conf\u00ede en ese hombre. Escuchad la m\u00fasica.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
\nNor is not mov\u2019d with concord of sweet sounds,
\nIs fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils;
\nThe motions of his spirit are dull as night,
\nAnd his affections dark as Erebus.
\nLet no such man be trusted. Mark the music.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n