Hi everyone this is Ruben writing... thank you very much for checking this blog and I hope that everyone of you is doing fine right now
As most of the people that read this blog knows, we have had some problems with the start of our trip that we planned for so long. Having big troubles just in the begging of what seems that is gonna be an amazing trip always brings you down and makes you wonder why is that happening to you...
I got into a big trouble with the Perubian immigration and i was not allowed to get into the country, witch brought all of our plans down... it was devastating and we didn't even have each other to give us a little bit of support. Failure after failure happened during this last 3 days and personally i was not seeing an answer to this whole paradigm anytime soon.
But as I have being waiting here in Quito and Bethany stock in Lima, we´ve had tons and tons of sings of support and appreciation of our close friends and family, witch have made this journey easier, guide us to see a light at the end of the tunnel and always have helped us to chin up and look to this "problem" in a different way...
I want to thank specially to all the Dewit family for all of their prayers, all of their signs of caring and for unconditionally sharing all of your support to me and Bethany... I have no words to describe how appreciated I am to all of you... THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
Finally it seams that the storm is gone and the calm is almost here...
Once again, thank very very much for all of your support and love!
RUBEN
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Hola familia y amigo, espero que todos esten muy bien y muchas gracias por estar al tanto de este blog
Como la mayoría de los que podrían leer este blog sabe, el principio de este viaje que planeamos con Bethany hace mucho tiempo no a sido realmente lo que esperábamos. Cuando planeas un viaje por tanto tiempo y tienes tanta esperanza y sueños en el, nunca esperas que cosas como las que nos han sucedido pasen y si te llegan a pasar son realmente devastadoras, te bajan el animo y te hacen preguntarte porque demonios eso te esta pasando a ti en ese preciso momento.
Mientras estuve esperando aquí en Quito y Bethany estaba atrapada en Lima, recibimos muchísimas pruebas de aprecio y preocupación de amigo y familiares las cuales han echo esta travesía un poco menos difícil y nos han guiado y ayudado a encontrarle una respuesta a este dilema.
Quisiera dar muchas gracias a mi familia por todo su apoyo y preocupación por nosotros, gracias por estar al tanto de lo que nos sucedía y por ayudarnos en todo lo que pudieron, gracias por preocuparse por Bethany y por estar al tanto de ella y darle todas esas muestras de apoyo y cariño, para mi eso vale mucho mas que todos los viajes Incas del mundo y no tengo palabras para agradecerles... MUCHAS, MUCHAS GRACIAS!
Al parecer la tormenta esta pasando y la calma por fin llega
Los amo con todo mi corazón siempre
RUBEN
viernes, 6 de marzo de 2009
the day peru slapped me in the face
its tuesday, march 4, 3 35 in the morning...i am supposed to wake up at 5, but i can not even keep still for what is about to happen today...little did i know...
i go through the day in my head-i am finally reaching lima! i have been waiting for 7 months for this day, working, planning, dreaming, working, working working...and this is just the first day of it all...this is finally the beginning! not even earl (my south american parasite or bacteria thing taking over my stomach) can stop me now!
i pull up to the airport, get though security, and wait with my sister...her on the american side, me on the south american side...i wait to board my plane. finally, they call my flight. and i walk through the doors and breathe in the (polluted) air of excitement to calm my nerves. and i start to cry a little...why? not really sure exaclty...im leaving my sister, i watch her walk to the other plane, and that is part of it, what a vacation! we had so much fun (which i will still write about) and i really want her to come...but then i smile, and cry, because i still get to go to peru!
things are going all to well...the smelling man that boarded behind me is thankfully not sitting next to me. the crying baby that probably has a colic the size of the mountain we are flying over (or maybe it has an earl too) is all the way in the back, away from me also, and i think is now sleeping. in fact, no one is sitting next to me, i am in a row all alone. how did i get so lucky?
the plane starts, and for a two hour flight, there is still food! amazing...and more than that, they have vegeterian options...what? and then, they start up a crime show...in english! i sit smugly in my chair-this trip is going to be the best trip ever on a plane, short, sweet, and still with all the amenities...
the plane lands-20 minutes early even! exceptional! and right on track for the day i am now expecting to have...my bag is the first one off baggage claim even! should i wait for ruben here? i told him i would, but now that im here, it doesnt seem like such a good spot...i need to finish getting through the rest of customs, and it doesn´t look like he waited three hours here! i snap snug to it (my sleeping bag) and i am right on my way to immigration, and then to customs.
immigration is a breeze, i step right up, chit chat with the man at the counter about the great adventure i am going to have, and he actually understands through my horribly broken spanish! and the icing on the cake? they don´t even check my bag through customs...they must have know ruben was out there...right through these doors i will see ruben finally and we will start the trip of your lives, and maybe even eat ice cream on the way out!
i walk through the doors, and! wait...no ruben waiting...he has been here since 6am...he should be waiting...no worries, this day has gone with out a hitch so far...he will be here, ill just wait in this area here, and he will see me im sure...
20 minutes...40 minutes...60 minutes...no ruben...ok time to be proactive...wait, did they just say bethany ann on the intercom? no, not possible, your spanish is just that bad, you really think that someone in the only international airport in lima would care enough about you and your perfect day to CALL your name over the airport intercom to just magically walk up and see ruben? your day in not going that well, your spanish is just that bad...
wait, there it is again! bethany ann...13...what is 13? i have no idea what 13 is so it must not be me...but there it is again! bethany ann, desk 13...who elses name in this airport is going to be bethany ann...i feel like i have some time to kill, ill try and find some desk that has a 13 on it...i go to the counter area, where you buy tickets, there is a counter 13 i am sure, but the man at the entrance says i can´t get in...i am not flying out today...i try to explain that my name was called over the intercom and that i need to find a desk 13-ever tried to do that when you are stressed and don´t know how to say intercom? not so sucessful...so i go upstairs...
internet...great! ill see if he wrote anything...maybe there is an answer there! there is...from rubens sister-DONT GO ANYWHERE! STAY WHERE YOU ARE! RUBEN IS HAVING PROBLEMS AT IMMIGRATION! BUT WAIT FOR HIM! WAIT FOR HIM! HE TOLD ME TO WRITE THIS! i hope you understand it! diana
how could you not? ok...this is ok...but again? immigration again? in all the three years i have know ruben...not one time has he had a successful flight to see me...never...why should this time be even different? nevermind that it was a direct flight that was just perfect DURING MY PERFECT DAY! i write back that i will be waiting for him right in the airport for when he gets here! so i go back downstairs and wait...
but then it hits me...how long do i have to wait? did he even make it to peru?
the end of my perfect day, and the beginning of my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day...
i go through the day in my head-i am finally reaching lima! i have been waiting for 7 months for this day, working, planning, dreaming, working, working working...and this is just the first day of it all...this is finally the beginning! not even earl (my south american parasite or bacteria thing taking over my stomach) can stop me now!
i pull up to the airport, get though security, and wait with my sister...her on the american side, me on the south american side...i wait to board my plane. finally, they call my flight. and i walk through the doors and breathe in the (polluted) air of excitement to calm my nerves. and i start to cry a little...why? not really sure exaclty...im leaving my sister, i watch her walk to the other plane, and that is part of it, what a vacation! we had so much fun (which i will still write about) and i really want her to come...but then i smile, and cry, because i still get to go to peru!
things are going all to well...the smelling man that boarded behind me is thankfully not sitting next to me. the crying baby that probably has a colic the size of the mountain we are flying over (or maybe it has an earl too) is all the way in the back, away from me also, and i think is now sleeping. in fact, no one is sitting next to me, i am in a row all alone. how did i get so lucky?
the plane starts, and for a two hour flight, there is still food! amazing...and more than that, they have vegeterian options...what? and then, they start up a crime show...in english! i sit smugly in my chair-this trip is going to be the best trip ever on a plane, short, sweet, and still with all the amenities...
the plane lands-20 minutes early even! exceptional! and right on track for the day i am now expecting to have...my bag is the first one off baggage claim even! should i wait for ruben here? i told him i would, but now that im here, it doesnt seem like such a good spot...i need to finish getting through the rest of customs, and it doesn´t look like he waited three hours here! i snap snug to it (my sleeping bag) and i am right on my way to immigration, and then to customs.
immigration is a breeze, i step right up, chit chat with the man at the counter about the great adventure i am going to have, and he actually understands through my horribly broken spanish! and the icing on the cake? they don´t even check my bag through customs...they must have know ruben was out there...right through these doors i will see ruben finally and we will start the trip of your lives, and maybe even eat ice cream on the way out!
i walk through the doors, and! wait...no ruben waiting...he has been here since 6am...he should be waiting...no worries, this day has gone with out a hitch so far...he will be here, ill just wait in this area here, and he will see me im sure...
20 minutes...40 minutes...60 minutes...no ruben...ok time to be proactive...wait, did they just say bethany ann on the intercom? no, not possible, your spanish is just that bad, you really think that someone in the only international airport in lima would care enough about you and your perfect day to CALL your name over the airport intercom to just magically walk up and see ruben? your day in not going that well, your spanish is just that bad...
wait, there it is again! bethany ann...13...what is 13? i have no idea what 13 is so it must not be me...but there it is again! bethany ann, desk 13...who elses name in this airport is going to be bethany ann...i feel like i have some time to kill, ill try and find some desk that has a 13 on it...i go to the counter area, where you buy tickets, there is a counter 13 i am sure, but the man at the entrance says i can´t get in...i am not flying out today...i try to explain that my name was called over the intercom and that i need to find a desk 13-ever tried to do that when you are stressed and don´t know how to say intercom? not so sucessful...so i go upstairs...
internet...great! ill see if he wrote anything...maybe there is an answer there! there is...from rubens sister-DONT GO ANYWHERE! STAY WHERE YOU ARE! RUBEN IS HAVING PROBLEMS AT IMMIGRATION! BUT WAIT FOR HIM! WAIT FOR HIM! HE TOLD ME TO WRITE THIS! i hope you understand it! diana
how could you not? ok...this is ok...but again? immigration again? in all the three years i have know ruben...not one time has he had a successful flight to see me...never...why should this time be even different? nevermind that it was a direct flight that was just perfect DURING MY PERFECT DAY! i write back that i will be waiting for him right in the airport for when he gets here! so i go back downstairs and wait...
but then it hits me...how long do i have to wait? did he even make it to peru?
the end of my perfect day, and the beginning of my terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day...
jueves, 5 de marzo de 2009
Un día en el infierno (Parte Uno)
La noche anterior dormí como tronco. Había hecho la portada del periódico por dos días seguidos y estaba ya muy canzado y listo para comenzar el viaje. Ese día en la mañana me levante mas o menos temprano para preparar la maleta y ajustar los últimos detalles.
Salí a las 4 de la tarde de Morelia en compañía de Rebelión en la Granja de George Orwell, libro que Lalo (o El cocho como todos le conocemos en le periódico) me había prestado. Quería leerlo todo en el transcurso México-Observatorio pero un tal Nacho Libre se interpuso en el camino. Al ser película de director de Napoleón Dynamite intente darle una oportunidad antes de seguir leyendo las aventuras de el Cerdo Mayor y el borrachín Jones pero no se si el cansancio o la costumbre de dormirme en los camiones me ganó y a las 20 minutos de comenzada la película ya estaba rondando por el segundo sueño.
Desperté un rato después solo para ver el final de la película y así regresar de nuevo a mi lectura. Leí la mayor parte del camino hasta llegar a la terminal de Observatorio. Al ser ya tarde, cerca de las 8 de la noche, y hora pico en la ciudad de México, decidí no arriesgarme y deleitarme con lo delirante que puede ser un paseo en taxi en esta metrópoli, en lugar de recibir el golpe con olor a ser humano que se despide cuando se abren las puertas del metro.
Como ya todos lo sabemos, la hora pico en México (y me refiero ya al país en general, no solo la capital) puede ser el mayor enemigo de Cronos y convertir un recorrido de 15 minutos, en una hora y media o dos. Por suerte tenia el tiempo indicado y llegue al Aeropuerto Benito Juárez justo a tiempo para hacer mi check in en las largas filas de la aerolíneas LAN.
Otros 60 minutos pasaron antes de que me pudiera dirigir hacia la puerta de abordaje numero 16 de le Terminal 2, veinte minutos antes de la partida del avión. Tenia mis dos tickets de vuelo, uno México-Lima, el otro Lima-Quito, de los dos, yo solo pensaba utilizar el primero. El boleto es revisado por la señorita de embarque y al parecer todo esta en orden.
Ya caminando por el puente que conecta la estructura del aeropuerto con el avión mismo, recuerdo que mi mochila fue registrada para viajar hasta Quito y yo tenia que quedarme en Lima, Perú. Regreso con la señorita que segundo antes había checado mi boleto de abordaje y le pregunto sobre mi dilema.
- Pero señor ¿ Usted tiene Visa para el Perú?
El infierno comienza...
Salí a las 4 de la tarde de Morelia en compañía de Rebelión en la Granja de George Orwell, libro que Lalo (o El cocho como todos le conocemos en le periódico) me había prestado. Quería leerlo todo en el transcurso México-Observatorio pero un tal Nacho Libre se interpuso en el camino. Al ser película de director de Napoleón Dynamite intente darle una oportunidad antes de seguir leyendo las aventuras de el Cerdo Mayor y el borrachín Jones pero no se si el cansancio o la costumbre de dormirme en los camiones me ganó y a las 20 minutos de comenzada la película ya estaba rondando por el segundo sueño.
Desperté un rato después solo para ver el final de la película y así regresar de nuevo a mi lectura. Leí la mayor parte del camino hasta llegar a la terminal de Observatorio. Al ser ya tarde, cerca de las 8 de la noche, y hora pico en la ciudad de México, decidí no arriesgarme y deleitarme con lo delirante que puede ser un paseo en taxi en esta metrópoli, en lugar de recibir el golpe con olor a ser humano que se despide cuando se abren las puertas del metro.
Como ya todos lo sabemos, la hora pico en México (y me refiero ya al país en general, no solo la capital) puede ser el mayor enemigo de Cronos y convertir un recorrido de 15 minutos, en una hora y media o dos. Por suerte tenia el tiempo indicado y llegue al Aeropuerto Benito Juárez justo a tiempo para hacer mi check in en las largas filas de la aerolíneas LAN.
Otros 60 minutos pasaron antes de que me pudiera dirigir hacia la puerta de abordaje numero 16 de le Terminal 2, veinte minutos antes de la partida del avión. Tenia mis dos tickets de vuelo, uno México-Lima, el otro Lima-Quito, de los dos, yo solo pensaba utilizar el primero. El boleto es revisado por la señorita de embarque y al parecer todo esta en orden.
Ya caminando por el puente que conecta la estructura del aeropuerto con el avión mismo, recuerdo que mi mochila fue registrada para viajar hasta Quito y yo tenia que quedarme en Lima, Perú. Regreso con la señorita que segundo antes había checado mi boleto de abordaje y le pregunto sobre mi dilema.
- Pero señor ¿ Usted tiene Visa para el Perú?
El infierno comienza...
miércoles, 4 de marzo de 2009
Nuevas desde Sudamerica
Hola a todos los que lleguen a leer este blog...
Como ya sabrán en estos momentos me encuentro en Sudamerica, pero no del modo que lo tenia planeado, estoy en Ecuador y no en Perú y eso por muchos problemas que se me han suscitado en los últimos días.
Estoy bien y sin problemas, simplemente no estoy en el lugar que yo quería, pero así es la vida y que se le va a hacer!
Aun no me encuentro con mi novia Bethany, la otra que escribe este blog y la de los lentes graciosos en la imagen del cabezal jejeje... pero parece que pronto podre.
Ya se que esto podría levantar muchas preguntas y dudas así que comenzare a escribir una serie de post donde intentare describir con detalle lo que paso en el día fatídico del 3 de marzo de este año...
algo a lo que yo llame "un día en el infierno"...
Así que pronto comienza esta serie de ficción, acción, amor y muuuuucho terror basada en una historia de la vida real jajaja... esperela pronto en su blog de confianza
Saludos a todos!
Como ya sabrán en estos momentos me encuentro en Sudamerica, pero no del modo que lo tenia planeado, estoy en Ecuador y no en Perú y eso por muchos problemas que se me han suscitado en los últimos días.
Estoy bien y sin problemas, simplemente no estoy en el lugar que yo quería, pero así es la vida y que se le va a hacer!
Aun no me encuentro con mi novia Bethany, la otra que escribe este blog y la de los lentes graciosos en la imagen del cabezal jejeje... pero parece que pronto podre.
Ya se que esto podría levantar muchas preguntas y dudas así que comenzare a escribir una serie de post donde intentare describir con detalle lo que paso en el día fatídico del 3 de marzo de este año...
algo a lo que yo llame "un día en el infierno"...
Así que pronto comienza esta serie de ficción, acción, amor y muuuuucho terror basada en una historia de la vida real jajaja... esperela pronto en su blog de confianza
Saludos a todos!
sábado, 28 de febrero de 2009
don't quit-o quito!.
the top ten things NOT to do in Quito...
if ever in quito, ecuador, you may want to remember these important things not to do or you time may go sour rather quickly...
DO NOT:
10. breathe
9. forget your sweatshirt (bring 2 or 3...or 12)
8. forget your water bottle...ever...anywhere...anytime...must have water
7. expect to relax in any mode of transportation (if its not the speed you are scared of, its the mountain and the speed you are scared of)
6. run up a flight of stairs to qucikly (9,500 ft does a number on your lungs)
5. go to the bathroom without your own personal stash of toilet paper
4. go to the main bus station terminal terrestre (unless you like the feeling of being a cow in a cattle shoot)
3. go anywhere without Becki Pinto (everything is better when Becki is there)
2. forget your camera
1. expect anything less than an unforgettable time (especially if with Becki Pinto)
and if possible do not go to the following places...
KFC
McDonalds
Tony Romas
Mulligans
TGIFridays
Papa Johns
Dominos
Pizza Hut
BD's Mongolian BBQ
it's hard, i know (i did it...) but seriously, its ecuador!
eat Cuy instead... you will love it!
if ever in quito, ecuador, you may want to remember these important things not to do or you time may go sour rather quickly...
DO NOT:
10. breathe
9. forget your sweatshirt (bring 2 or 3...or 12)
8. forget your water bottle...ever...anywhere...anytime...must have water
7. expect to relax in any mode of transportation (if its not the speed you are scared of, its the mountain and the speed you are scared of)
6. run up a flight of stairs to qucikly (9,500 ft does a number on your lungs)
5. go to the bathroom without your own personal stash of toilet paper
4. go to the main bus station terminal terrestre (unless you like the feeling of being a cow in a cattle shoot)
3. go anywhere without Becki Pinto (everything is better when Becki is there)
2. forget your camera
1. expect anything less than an unforgettable time (especially if with Becki Pinto)
and if possible do not go to the following places...
KFC
McDonalds
Tony Romas
Mulligans
TGIFridays
Papa Johns
Dominos
Pizza Hut
BD's Mongolian BBQ
it's hard, i know (i did it...) but seriously, its ecuador!
eat Cuy instead... you will love it!
lunes, 23 de febrero de 2009
who would have thought ecuador would be so cold?
i wasn't sure if it was the fact that we had been on a plane for the last 15 hours with a "bonus" flight in there (thanks to the peruvian fog) or what, but my first experince in quito ecuador was similar to having one too many glasses of wine...and feeling my head sway from one side to the other like is was ready to lift off from my neck. it felt funny for the first 2 minutes, then it just got annoying, and kindof confusing. that was until i realized we had landed 9, 100 feet higher than when we took off in chicago! luckily water was aplenty in the north american airports and i was just fine by the time i went to bed...not even a headache! (inca trail here i come!)
the next morning we were welcomed by cereal, hot coffee, cinnimon rolls, and a welcoming couple to clean up after us, only to be picked up by my grandparents friend becki pinto to show us all around town...what a life! becki and her friend jessica and daughter susana took as all around town...to the market, a park that is apparently larger than central park (we couldn't even see it all, so i guess it was...) completely filled with amazing artwork for sale and beautiful flowers. so i have decided that when i become really rich all of you are going to get an amazing piece of artwork that i bring back on my personal jet...maybe you can even come and pick your own out...
after that we went to the hospital that becki works at and went to a dedication for chapel in the hospital. it was really important to becki, and was nice to see her so happy, since she had made us so happy all day long!
it was at this point that i realized one thing about the elevation i never thought about...when it is sunny- it is HOT! like watch you you can feel your skin burning away hot...but when the sun goes away it is COLD, like i need to stop and buy a wool poncho and maybe if i am lucky i will get warm cold...oops, i brought like 5 long sleeve shirts...an adventure i was not ready for!
shortly after that we took a cab ride (and oh how i missed the taxi cab rides in south america! if you have never taken one- get a helmet and take this ride before you die!) to- el mita del mundo...aka the middle of the world, although it is not the technical middle of the world cause they got it wrong when they made the tourist attraction, but the real equator doesnt have the cool E to stand on and the museum to go with it, so who wants to go there? but it was pretty interesting, and when i figure out how to do it (RUBEN!!!) i will show you pictures of me dancing and SHIVERING on the middle of the earth! (technically not, but geez! why be so critical!) oh yeah, and you can see pictures of us getting hit with this silly stringish stuff by the locals because of carnaval...the celebration before ash wednesday. thats right, the locals like to dump flour, then water on people who are out during carnival...especially gringos...who knew i could be so lucky! so we shall see what happens today when we go to quito colonial for the parade for carnival- now those could be some interesting pictures! carnival is today and tomorrow (monday and tuesday)
and how does this detroiter finish off there first day in quito ecuador? how else but by stuffing her face at the detroit based BD's Mongolian BBQ! except, without the detroit prices- vegeterian all you can eat buffet that comes with soup or salad...and a drink! all for...wait...how much? thats right... 4 dollars. it was my little piece of equadorian heaven.
hope all of you are doing well...i miss everyone very much and i hope to talk to you very very soon! facebook friends...facebook!
bethany
the next morning we were welcomed by cereal, hot coffee, cinnimon rolls, and a welcoming couple to clean up after us, only to be picked up by my grandparents friend becki pinto to show us all around town...what a life! becki and her friend jessica and daughter susana took as all around town...to the market, a park that is apparently larger than central park (we couldn't even see it all, so i guess it was...) completely filled with amazing artwork for sale and beautiful flowers. so i have decided that when i become really rich all of you are going to get an amazing piece of artwork that i bring back on my personal jet...maybe you can even come and pick your own out...
after that we went to the hospital that becki works at and went to a dedication for chapel in the hospital. it was really important to becki, and was nice to see her so happy, since she had made us so happy all day long!
it was at this point that i realized one thing about the elevation i never thought about...when it is sunny- it is HOT! like watch you you can feel your skin burning away hot...but when the sun goes away it is COLD, like i need to stop and buy a wool poncho and maybe if i am lucky i will get warm cold...oops, i brought like 5 long sleeve shirts...an adventure i was not ready for!
shortly after that we took a cab ride (and oh how i missed the taxi cab rides in south america! if you have never taken one- get a helmet and take this ride before you die!) to- el mita del mundo...aka the middle of the world, although it is not the technical middle of the world cause they got it wrong when they made the tourist attraction, but the real equator doesnt have the cool E to stand on and the museum to go with it, so who wants to go there? but it was pretty interesting, and when i figure out how to do it (RUBEN!!!) i will show you pictures of me dancing and SHIVERING on the middle of the earth! (technically not, but geez! why be so critical!) oh yeah, and you can see pictures of us getting hit with this silly stringish stuff by the locals because of carnaval...the celebration before ash wednesday. thats right, the locals like to dump flour, then water on people who are out during carnival...especially gringos...who knew i could be so lucky! so we shall see what happens today when we go to quito colonial for the parade for carnival- now those could be some interesting pictures! carnival is today and tomorrow (monday and tuesday)
and how does this detroiter finish off there first day in quito ecuador? how else but by stuffing her face at the detroit based BD's Mongolian BBQ! except, without the detroit prices- vegeterian all you can eat buffet that comes with soup or salad...and a drink! all for...wait...how much? thats right... 4 dollars. it was my little piece of equadorian heaven.
hope all of you are doing well...i miss everyone very much and i hope to talk to you very very soon! facebook friends...facebook!
bethany
domingo, 8 de febrero de 2009
Mamones pero chingones
Como buen diseñador gráfico que soy tengo una fijación muy cabrona con todo tipo de expresiones visuales, cualquier cosas que llegue por mis ojos la veo (por supuesto), la analizo, la exploro, la catalogo y hago una deducción sobre ella, decido si me gusta o no, si me atrae o me repele o si me doy el lujo guardar en mi subconsciente para tiempo después recordarla y volver a disfrutarla... todo, absolutamente todo lo que veo pasa por este proceso, llámense posters, camisetas, revistas, libros, programas de televisión, portadas de discos, películas o como en el caso de la razón de escribir este post, vídeos musicales.
Me encantan los vídeos musicales (o vídeo clips) porque mezclan dos de mis cosas favoritas en la vida, la música y la expresión visual; los ahí de todos, desde los que parecen una obra maestra llena de estética e ideas de trasfondo que los puedes ver una y otra vez y siempre podrás encontrar algo nuevo en ellos... casos muy claro Rabbit in your Headlights de UNKLE o el vídeo (Untitled) de Sigur Rós, vídeos con alto contenido estético, proporción visual, fotografía y miles de ideas implicitas...
Pero en realidad esta no era la razón de escribir este post en primer lugar, la razón principal es para mencionar que si hay algún tipo de vídeos musicales que me gusta, son los vídeos donde la banda aparece como el centro del universo... !a huevo!... vídeos fantonchones pero muy chingones... ¿a que me refiero?, bueno son este tipo de vídeos donde los integrantes de la banda se ven bien, muy bien, bien iluminados, bien maquillados, bien fotografiados... bien chingones pues, el vídeo debe contener también escenas de la banda tocando en vivo ante una gran cantidad de gente y todos mezmerizados por su música, además de escenas constantes de la banda solo echando la hueva o pasándola bien, en algún bar, algún restaurante, en el backstage o simplemente en sus casa... en fin el tipo de vídeos que al terminar de verlos siempre provocan esta constante sensación de "ahh... que chingon a de ser, ser como ellos"...
Ejemplo claro y actual de esto el nuevo vídeo de los Kings of Leon, banda que se encuentra en este momento en la cúspide de su carrera; que mejor para demostrarlo con un vídeo justo como me encantan, así mamones pero chingones...
¡Señores con ustedes Los Reyes del Leon!...
Me encantan los vídeos musicales (o vídeo clips) porque mezclan dos de mis cosas favoritas en la vida, la música y la expresión visual; los ahí de todos, desde los que parecen una obra maestra llena de estética e ideas de trasfondo que los puedes ver una y otra vez y siempre podrás encontrar algo nuevo en ellos... casos muy claro Rabbit in your Headlights de UNKLE o el vídeo (Untitled) de Sigur Rós, vídeos con alto contenido estético, proporción visual, fotografía y miles de ideas implicitas...
Pero en realidad esta no era la razón de escribir este post en primer lugar, la razón principal es para mencionar que si hay algún tipo de vídeos musicales que me gusta, son los vídeos donde la banda aparece como el centro del universo... !a huevo!... vídeos fantonchones pero muy chingones... ¿a que me refiero?, bueno son este tipo de vídeos donde los integrantes de la banda se ven bien, muy bien, bien iluminados, bien maquillados, bien fotografiados... bien chingones pues, el vídeo debe contener también escenas de la banda tocando en vivo ante una gran cantidad de gente y todos mezmerizados por su música, además de escenas constantes de la banda solo echando la hueva o pasándola bien, en algún bar, algún restaurante, en el backstage o simplemente en sus casa... en fin el tipo de vídeos que al terminar de verlos siempre provocan esta constante sensación de "ahh... que chingon a de ser, ser como ellos"...
Ejemplo claro y actual de esto el nuevo vídeo de los Kings of Leon, banda que se encuentra en este momento en la cúspide de su carrera; que mejor para demostrarlo con un vídeo justo como me encantan, así mamones pero chingones...
¡Señores con ustedes Los Reyes del Leon!...
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