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flares of the composition process
more would be quite complicated
so he has decided to sing I’m here
the story of one of my songs so
only nine months he lived in the seventh
plant of a building in the winter
cold had already happened when I kept
the memory of those colder times
The fact is that one night when the
wind was blowing hard
I opened my window and on the horizon of
security is funny because when you look
the horizon of the latter is a
tide of the simeone if the
us by the intensity of their lights
yesterday the neons that stand out on the
rest some lions in the form of crosses
Christians that indicate from the heights
where are the investments
Evangelicals and Catholics
there was a neon after the turn
from the corner on my street has died a
year more every day and I crossed
I do not mind that he cleaned part of the
building the solos that you get to the
look at the neon that night in remembering
my concierge with much sadness
this morning he had come down like
every morning to buy me one
apple by not recognizing many of the
Labor that was used to
Korea ended up clutching a few and
he developed a great addiction for
apples
it seems a joke but military apples
at home and that’s why every morning I
he woke up he lowered the seven floors of the
building
warmly greet my concierge and
I bought a single apple
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but this morning I will not be back
and I would not be the next morning
neither
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later I found out that the caretaker
I had passed away and the news
he was so sad that he does not have
need to write you devote to that
I did not know anything about the concierge
I never knew either but it was
extremely familiar as a bit
from españa korean I thought
interesting as my mind that created
links constantly between these two
so different places
I saw more and more Garcia Lorca
I had a recording of the romancero
gypsy as he put at night when
thousand while the breeze came through the
window and it brought me inclusions of
Madrid
I listened to him with someone who is not
well and I saw myself reflected in their
stories
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it seemed that a space was being
opening before me in which the barriers
between places and nations not
they are defined as they had been
until then and thinking and giving it
How can I talk to you here today about
creative process
I get the impression that it is almost
impossible to talk about it but yes that
I could mention that space that
I just mentioned that space
intermediate in which I can put things together
that I have not seen as related
previously
so I think that is an element that
could work as a recurrent in my
experience when creating well
slowly come I took my dog that was
sitting on my bed and I started singing
with her and now I’m going to ask you
you imagine what you are in my also
not that you are on the seventh floor of
a building in Seoul but yes that
space opens before us a space
in which you have all the freedom of
world to create what you guys
he deserves relief
our mind begins to have ties
It matters little what is consistent what
not since the more open that in
these six with yourselves
the most crazy situations in
reach himself he has said with
frequency of the creative process that is
as a kind of throwback to a
most primitive state of consciousness in
the one that our mind would be able to
make freer associations more
rational among mental elements more
disparate and for that reason I think that the
history that you with taxis do not
I can count and nobody can tell
next to us is the story that
you with taxis are you can tell
you and its value resides
so I’m going to go back to my story my
truck was listening to bob dylan
that night when the wind
it blew hard it was lynn throw to a
song that gotti certifies half of
the 60s and later popularity already
this
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michelena pause lower
Chayanne consigned semi or cyclists not
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will win that there is more
the title of this bob dylan song
of an American author since the bank
belonging to the beat generation
Rubalcaba also belonged to one of
my favorite poets
allen ginsberg who wrote a poem
in the valley he had thought several times
being in Korea since he said yes in my
hunger in a land in search of
images in the fruit supermarket
of neon a dreaming with its numbering
uu that peaches followed penumbras and
whole families shopping at night
corridors full of husbands husbands
between the baby avocados in the
tomatoes and you garcia lorca that you were
doing said watermelons point
so there he was there in the
seventh floor of a sour building
singing to my concierge while
wind work shows through the sea
has a spiral in when I came to the
mind this song that was coming
listening from cellar and from there those
night supermarket images and
neons of allen ginsberg and finally
Lorca
a week later he caught a plane
back to madrid when the loneliness
it became unbearable and
return
I wrote 14 pages of song that
reduce to five minutes
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ballasting the brush strokes that paint a
little by little this song that with
your permission now we have to r
zaballa has made nobody
It seems made to be calmed for calls
in christiania good time the state is
saw dance head shaved Arab house
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javier sábada betín yesterday almost areas
no more
cannes is so bad that in weapons made
hand was easy
once well-born towards was modest in
Aragón is normal is that I dance and before
this workshop
there is vpo federico china e bike ansa and dpa
precious parchment moon touch either
for a zero row of crystals and
labor and finances without stars
shining from the singsong kagan bernard
butler and sing your night full of guys
of the sierra pescara moneys have
guarding the pews towers where they live
water income and gypsies
they raise for distracting gazebos from
snails and precious bergamum branches
touching well to see them has raised the
wind that never sleeps
san cristóbal to a nude and full of
celestial languages
look at the girl who plays a sweet cause
girl let them raise their dress to
see what will be in my two friends the
blue rose of your belly
but the tambourine and run if they bring me this
number chases her with a sword
hot french a rumor the sea the
olive trees to give you sing the silver of
manliness and in Lisbon where the snow
pulled out he repeated until the
precious green wind runs prices has
looked where they come from
shapiro of low stars with their
reducing languages
Ceosa full of fear entering the house
that has above the times the
Consul of the English
scared by the three screams
Carabineros have their blacks
chestnuts and the galaxy caps
the English of the gypsy a glass of tea
vials and a glass of gin and precious
you do not see
and while she is crying her adventure
those people in the slate brows
the furious wind
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they had rafa that he gave on the mahler pole and
he learned that you had to be
more to what I saw
you should walk for cars pain away
laws
to
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