Airs of San Telmo: “typical orchestras”, pure magic
To be walking by the streets of one of the most typical districts of Buenos Aires, romantic and nostalgic San Telmo, once aristocrtático district that took step today to the Bohemian corner where nobody must be astonished if of suddenly, a Sunday in the evening, finds in its narrow streets of paving stones and buildings of colonial balconies with mix of neoclassic architecture, baroque delayed and remarcados the Rococo; a thick masonry in reasons and greco-Roman forged bronze adornments, doors like merengues. Everything between tempting aromas of the best tradition in stuffed pastes and their varieties of sauces; next to mature cheeses, red, of fresh cultures and, more beer, pizzas to the stone and the always present smoky barbecues. To happened the stores and more stores, whole galleries of antiguedades that transport until the lukewarm reign of the vinyl and the ether, where the phonographs and the vitrolas coexist between lamps of tears, suitcases that never were opened more, and whichever device and piece of passed one can imagine.
When walking I see in the structures that the fused iron seems as docile as the clay. There they are following our step heads of lion, cupolas, clocks, cupidos and angels, everything what in Santiago the earthquake rollover implacable has been leaving in the ground, lives here in the calm of a district that has identity and own life.
The popular mimos, singers and craftsmen seem personages removed from a Buenosairean and typical magical realism… In spite of all that, mortal common and current like I, who enjoys like walks the future evoking the past that has not lived and that apparently lived, with pleasing and astonishment, more without perplegia; that until I give of you brush with the agreed ones of a piano and after him, a Typical Orchestra; that yes - to less for me he has been something very special. I continue the way embelesado by milongueados flats and 2X4, one more a block advanced a new piano. And it is that path and planted with the property of that one always thought has there, in the heat of been in that place, is he with amazing shining tones in #440 brioso, refulgientes white bones, undamaged ebonies in perfect acoustic box. He is without a doubt, something that one must share, although the franciscana poverty of the pixelaje and the audio digitalis before the reality, are extremely stingy, but the sensitivity of a lover of the extrapolar life will be able as the way corresponds… is cut when a piano smiles, in the middle of the street, invites to you to take a break and is that in going and coming from its naked hammers, one seemed to see give birth notes and with them to form that perfect smile of satiricón. The rest are to give themselves to the enjoyment of violins, contrabass player and bandoneones that cries of happiness or sadness, but apparently always cry and sigh like widowers of a time that will not return.
Beyond the lírica that can emanate of which I write, since in essence which I saw is pure and simple poetry, permítanme here a reflection. The cultural identity of the towns is something dynamic, in permanent evolution. Many would be surprised including as it is that many Argentineans see with distance and disdain the tango, as if outside the Eastern dance of another culture and and the Nordic come to live it as if outside the own one. It wanted to invite them then to think with the words of a Chilean tangómano of excellence: (He is not Jose Miguel Insulza, but they have much in common)
“We were more actually with our identity than in the theory and the tango is, first that nothing, the practice of a dance that surpassed its condition of folclor to become a universal art. Thus, the tango represents our identity before the complete planet. It is an identity that never will be swept by the globalización, because it already comprises of the globalización. When Finnish, Japanese or Germans dance tango feel it like something own: as of his popular and local origin he was able to impregnate imaginary the world-wide one. It is a phenomenon citizen, like the jazz, and as powerful as the flamenco Andalusian. Astor Piazzolla took this inheritance and it positioned it between summits of world-wide classic music. By all this, desire to incorporate this art like one of the expressions of our identity with the glance put in the bicentennial. It would be a justice act towards our quality of citizens of the South Cone. We would see appear part thus of our ample identity. He is not preposterous to fight so that Santiago - outside of being a financial center for Latin America it is the seat of a summit of tango that reunites to Argentineans, Uruguayan and Chilean. This yes would be to take itself in serious our being leaves from the South Cone. ” (Fernando Flores, to see complete article: The tango impregnates our identity)
As he shows of which this is certain, the tourists of all mudno can feel these days that one of the milongueras and tangómanas cities of the world is our dear “Main Port”, where exists a tango with identity of hills and elevators, that by these Valparaiso days is without a doubt, the world-wide capital of the Tango. (to see: Perhaps Valparaíso, 7ª World-wide Summit of the Tango) is the art the Maxima expression of real integration and pluralism since in his universalidad, they do not exist the true one to feel of the cross-sectional and democratic arts, border nationalities nor. To only reflect.
When walking I see in the structures that the fused iron seems as docile as the clay. There they are following our step heads of lion, cupolas, clocks, cupidos and angels, everything what in Santiago the earthquake rollover implacable has been leaving in the ground, lives here in the calm of a district that has identity and own life.
The popular mimos, singers and craftsmen seem personages removed from a Buenosairean and typical magical realism… In spite of all that, mortal common and current like I, who enjoys like walks the future evoking the past that has not lived and that apparently lived, with pleasing and astonishment, more without perplegia; that until I give of you brush with the agreed ones of a piano and after him, a Typical Orchestra; that yes - to less for me he has been something very special. I continue the way embelesado by milongueados flats and 2X4, one more a block advanced a new piano. And it is that path and planted with the property of that one always thought has there, in the heat of been in that place, is he with amazing shining tones in #440 brioso, refulgientes white bones, undamaged ebonies in perfect acoustic box. He is without a doubt, something that one must share, although the franciscana poverty of the pixelaje and the audio digitalis before the reality, are extremely stingy, but the sensitivity of a lover of the extrapolar life will be able as the way corresponds… is cut when a piano smiles, in the middle of the street, invites to you to take a break and is that in going and coming from its naked hammers, one seemed to see give birth notes and with them to form that perfect smile of satiricón. The rest are to give themselves to the enjoyment of violins, contrabass player and bandoneones that cries of happiness or sadness, but apparently always cry and sigh like widowers of a time that will not return.
Beyond the lírica that can emanate of which I write, since in essence which I saw is pure and simple poetry, permítanme here a reflection. The cultural identity of the towns is something dynamic, in permanent evolution. Many would be surprised including as it is that many Argentineans see with distance and disdain the tango, as if outside the Eastern dance of another culture and and the Nordic come to live it as if outside the own one. It wanted to invite them then to think with the words of a Chilean tangómano of excellence: (He is not Jose Miguel Insulza, but they have much in common)
“We were more actually with our identity than in the theory and the tango is, first that nothing, the practice of a dance that surpassed its condition of folclor to become a universal art. Thus, the tango represents our identity before the complete planet. It is an identity that never will be swept by the globalización, because it already comprises of the globalización. When Finnish, Japanese or Germans dance tango feel it like something own: as of his popular and local origin he was able to impregnate imaginary the world-wide one. It is a phenomenon citizen, like the jazz, and as powerful as the flamenco Andalusian. Astor Piazzolla took this inheritance and it positioned it between summits of world-wide classic music. By all this, desire to incorporate this art like one of the expressions of our identity with the glance put in the bicentennial. It would be a justice act towards our quality of citizens of the South Cone. We would see appear part thus of our ample identity. He is not preposterous to fight so that Santiago - outside of being a financial center for Latin America it is the seat of a summit of tango that reunites to Argentineans, Uruguayan and Chilean. This yes would be to take itself in serious our being leaves from the South Cone. ” (Fernando Flores, to see complete article: The tango impregnates our identity)
As he shows of which this is certain, the tourists of all mudno can feel these days that one of the milongueras and tangómanas cities of the world is our dear “Main Port”, where exists a tango with identity of hills and elevators, that by these Valparaiso days is without a doubt, the world-wide capital of the Tango. (to see: Perhaps Valparaíso, 7ª World-wide Summit of the Tango) is the art the Maxima expression of real integration and pluralism since in his universalidad, they do not exist the true one to feel of the cross-sectional and democratic arts, border nationalities nor. To only reflect.
Typical orchestra: “Fervor de Buenos Aires”
Typical orchestra: “La Furca”
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