Published by DEIA, Dec. 8, 2011
Sometimes the simplest is the most expensive and the projects that are simple on a technical level and of its necessary infrastructure becomes difficult to fulfill desires.
I’m not going to tell here all the "strange" coincidences that happened in order to work together Rolando Luna in Habana Sessions, but it is true that when one finishes a job and enjoys the result, you can’t imagine of having finished it any other way. The young pianist, arranger and composer Rolando Luna is one of those extraordinary Cuban musicians with an incredible talent. Together we recorded our live performance of the themes in the CD HABANA SESSIONS.
It is very comforting to perform with a band behind you, with many musicians, where the music takes its maximum physical dimension. But I have also experienced times when playing with another wonderful musician where we could create and inspire each other's talent. For years I have tried to get this strange connection to export and what I wanted to express, reflect and record in Habana Sessions. Next week I will fulfill the dream of bringing it all together in direct. Vienna on 12 and 13th of December, the 14th of Dec. in Bilbao and the 15th of Dec. in Barcelona will be the places and dates of this special tour. A meeting between Rolando Luna and I, no frills, no tricks, in direct contact with the public, a few meters away, alone, with a piano and a triki, without shades of instruments, only with hands that nude rhythms and melodies, natural, gather together the right ingredients to create a soft and delicate soufflé filled musical magic.
Habana Sessions is the result of an inner need to feel the closeness of the public to experience an intimate encounter free of the thousands of watts and visual effects. A return to the essence, the original of a meeting of two musicians who could well be in the hall of any of our homes. A cocktail of scents, emotions and feelings which the icing is put by all those who own the moment: the public.
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lunes, 12 de diciembre de 2011
domingo, 27 de noviembre de 2011
BISORTZEA
Published by DEIA, Nov. 24, 2011-11-28
From my point of view there are two ways in coming to a conclusion. One is from knowledge, from the wisdom learned through studies, collaboration, etc., and the other is through intuition. Many times it so happens that someone all of a sudden is able to explain to by means of proofs, with proven facts, what many of us considered to see or to peek thanks to our intuition and our experience in life.
Listening to the radio I hear an interview with Dr. Mario Alonso Puig in relation to his book “Reinventarse” (Reinventing). In it the author discusses many issues that would be able to write hundreds of columns, but among all of them, I would highlight the importance of words and emotions. To make it short, Mario Alonso Puig reveals, in his book the true value of what one hears, of what one says, of what we think and how all this interacts with our emotions to slowly build up you innermost being.
The process of making the human being is a complex according to the author and, no doubt, depends on many factors. One of the most important is related to people, environments and trends around the individual. If the person is surrounded by people who love them, positive experiences and is able to hold his or her life trying potentiating the kind or more human side of him or herself, more easily will he or she achieve the goals and desires that yearns since, probably they make better use of their potential.
Instead, those who are surrounded by negative people, ideas and conclusions generate dark feelings; greatly limiting their own being, and therefore, your chances of becoming what they really want. Emotions such as anger, resentment or jealousy generate states of blaming others but conclude affecting both those who experience it and often subject to major changes in the hormonal balance.
Expressing the positive and throwing the negative away is as important as for who gives as well as for the person that receives.
www.kepajunkera.com
From my point of view there are two ways in coming to a conclusion. One is from knowledge, from the wisdom learned through studies, collaboration, etc., and the other is through intuition. Many times it so happens that someone all of a sudden is able to explain to by means of proofs, with proven facts, what many of us considered to see or to peek thanks to our intuition and our experience in life.
Listening to the radio I hear an interview with Dr. Mario Alonso Puig in relation to his book “Reinventarse” (Reinventing). In it the author discusses many issues that would be able to write hundreds of columns, but among all of them, I would highlight the importance of words and emotions. To make it short, Mario Alonso Puig reveals, in his book the true value of what one hears, of what one says, of what we think and how all this interacts with our emotions to slowly build up you innermost being.
The process of making the human being is a complex according to the author and, no doubt, depends on many factors. One of the most important is related to people, environments and trends around the individual. If the person is surrounded by people who love them, positive experiences and is able to hold his or her life trying potentiating the kind or more human side of him or herself, more easily will he or she achieve the goals and desires that yearns since, probably they make better use of their potential.
Instead, those who are surrounded by negative people, ideas and conclusions generate dark feelings; greatly limiting their own being, and therefore, your chances of becoming what they really want. Emotions such as anger, resentment or jealousy generate states of blaming others but conclude affecting both those who experience it and often subject to major changes in the hormonal balance.
Expressing the positive and throwing the negative away is as important as for who gives as well as for the person that receives.
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 20 de noviembre de 2011
PUNTAREN PUNTAN
Published by DEIA, Nov. 17, 2011
Rightly or wrongly we all try to stretch the most of our youth. Health, energy and, above all, the illusion that surrounds us are the hallmarks of it. Not many years ago a 60 year-old person was considered old and was beginning to cease certain daily activities. Today, I guess it could be because of our way of living but also for other reasons, the elderly have to face an abrupt cessation of activity. And as it is, reading a very surprising article I found about a mountaineer.
Carlos Soria was born in Avila in 1939, which lived through the war, and since then he has never stopped dreaming of the mountains, one of his great passions in life. This upholsterer worker, always linked to mountaineering, ascended his first eight thousand at 51 and since then has carried out a series of expeditions until this spring, and with his 72 years, has been able to crown thttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifhe Lohtse. Next March he wants to try the Kanchenjunga, Annapurna and then finally closing the Dhaulagiri mountains.
Anyone who reads this article would think Carlos is a lucky man, and yes it is true, it is. But also we must make a second reading of history, Carlos’s knees hurt, his back bothers much, and until he retired he couldn’t live intensity his passion.
To carry out his Everest expedition he had to borrow money from the bank, demonstrating a strong personal involvement in what he wanted. A friend of mine says "do not look at my achievements, let’s analyze my efforts." We usually always stay with the outcome of things without realizing what the person betted and lost on the way. Every dream, every achievement carries a price we have to pay and are the ones who decide to go ahead with it or not. Moreover, in the case of Carlos, this is all possible by keeping your mind young, as I have always said, it is there, where things are born, die and coexist all that we can do or not.
www.kepajunkera.com
Rightly or wrongly we all try to stretch the most of our youth. Health, energy and, above all, the illusion that surrounds us are the hallmarks of it. Not many years ago a 60 year-old person was considered old and was beginning to cease certain daily activities. Today, I guess it could be because of our way of living but also for other reasons, the elderly have to face an abrupt cessation of activity. And as it is, reading a very surprising article I found about a mountaineer.
Carlos Soria was born in Avila in 1939, which lived through the war, and since then he has never stopped dreaming of the mountains, one of his great passions in life. This upholsterer worker, always linked to mountaineering, ascended his first eight thousand at 51 and since then has carried out a series of expeditions until this spring, and with his 72 years, has been able to crown thttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifhe Lohtse. Next March he wants to try the Kanchenjunga, Annapurna and then finally closing the Dhaulagiri mountains.
Anyone who reads this article would think Carlos is a lucky man, and yes it is true, it is. But also we must make a second reading of history, Carlos’s knees hurt, his back bothers much, and until he retired he couldn’t live intensity his passion.
To carry out his Everest expedition he had to borrow money from the bank, demonstrating a strong personal involvement in what he wanted. A friend of mine says "do not look at my achievements, let’s analyze my efforts." We usually always stay with the outcome of things without realizing what the person betted and lost on the way. Every dream, every achievement carries a price we have to pay and are the ones who decide to go ahead with it or not. Moreover, in the case of Carlos, this is all possible by keeping your mind young, as I have always said, it is there, where things are born, die and coexist all that we can do or not.
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 13 de noviembre de 2011
FABRIK
Published by DEIA, Nov. 10, 2011
Hamburg is a beautiful city. No one would imagine at first glance the state it was after the Second World War; we can still see traces of that period remembering the moments of total barbarism that are experienced in the course of any war. But these people were not content in accept the suffering and the devastation but worked hard to achieve what it is today, a city with fascinating cultural attractions.
On Tuesday, November 8th, we played in a room called Fabrik, which is a magical place. This building, now transformed into a concert hall has hosted bands such as Nirvana, Steel, Radiohead ... The funny thing about this place is that at the time of the First World War it was a munitions factory and now has established itself as one of the best live music venues in Hamburg. When I go on stage in places like this, my imagination goes beyond trying to figure out the life it had in that old factory or what would had exactly at same place where I'm playing, dim lighting with a pilot light blue. Often when people talk about protecting and restoring our heritage, whether it is in the form of wonderful places, art, traditions, etc.., I think that it ignores this type of legacy, perhaps not as nice or valuable, that industrialization has left us in the form of factories, flags, etc... Although usually underestimates the importance of industrial heritage, I think that it is part of our way of life, a way to evolve within an established order, and no doubt the result of the efforts and the dedication of the people.
Ending the concert… a unstop ringing in my imagination of the metallic percussion of the machines, workers' voices ... and all of that accompanied our music to accompany, now more than ever, sounds like a definite future in the past, that is, in the present.
www.kepajunkera.com
Hamburg is a beautiful city. No one would imagine at first glance the state it was after the Second World War; we can still see traces of that period remembering the moments of total barbarism that are experienced in the course of any war. But these people were not content in accept the suffering and the devastation but worked hard to achieve what it is today, a city with fascinating cultural attractions.
On Tuesday, November 8th, we played in a room called Fabrik, which is a magical place. This building, now transformed into a concert hall has hosted bands such as Nirvana, Steel, Radiohead ... The funny thing about this place is that at the time of the First World War it was a munitions factory and now has established itself as one of the best live music venues in Hamburg. When I go on stage in places like this, my imagination goes beyond trying to figure out the life it had in that old factory or what would had exactly at same place where I'm playing, dim lighting with a pilot light blue. Often when people talk about protecting and restoring our heritage, whether it is in the form of wonderful places, art, traditions, etc.., I think that it ignores this type of legacy, perhaps not as nice or valuable, that industrialization has left us in the form of factories, flags, etc... Although usually underestimates the importance of industrial heritage, I think that it is part of our way of life, a way to evolve within an established order, and no doubt the result of the efforts and the dedication of the people.
Ending the concert… a unstop ringing in my imagination of the metallic percussion of the machines, workers' voices ... and all of that accompanied our music to accompany, now more than ever, sounds like a definite future in the past, that is, in the present.
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 6 de noviembre de 2011
LAYLA
Published by DEIA, Nov. 3, 2011
How many of us listen to music, read poems, watch movies, etc... and see ourselves reflected in those stories and adventures in which are narrated in them? In many concerts people have told me what a song of mine has made them feel or personal experiences to relive again with my music.
The other day, listening to some vinyl that I have around, I went back to enjoy one of the iconic songs in rock history, Layla, Eric Clapton. The story of a man who falls in love with a woman who loves him in her heart but can not reciprocate. I remember when I discovered this song that I always thought that I would be dedicated to any friendly Layla of Eric, but at the end I discovered that he talked about Pattie Boyd, George Harrison´s wife at the moment, the ex-guitarist of the Beatles. Eric, one of the greatest guitarists of all time, felt a great attraction to the wife of whom was also his friend George. The Londoner was not oblivious to the stares and attention of the guitarist and between them they started to reach a special type of complicity. In Pattie's own words, Clapton was not easy to express his feelings if it was not by stanzas or verses, and in one of those occasions when they were meeting, the musician presented this song, which is a kind of rhythmic declaration love for her. After a difficult period of encounters and disagreements, they separate taking different roads and that's when Eric takes refuge in drugs and alcohol. But this story has a happy ending, because Clapton eventually managed to conquer Pattie´s heart and married in 1979, fulfilling a dream long cherished by the nickname of God. I 'm a big fan of Eric Clapton, his way of caressing the notes, to become one with his guitar. But how much suffering there is to experiment to unite in marriage the talent and the desire of oneself? What strange reason lies in that people empathize more with a theme that expresses the intimacy of its author? I hope to explain in my next album.
www.kepajunkera.com
How many of us listen to music, read poems, watch movies, etc... and see ourselves reflected in those stories and adventures in which are narrated in them? In many concerts people have told me what a song of mine has made them feel or personal experiences to relive again with my music.
The other day, listening to some vinyl that I have around, I went back to enjoy one of the iconic songs in rock history, Layla, Eric Clapton. The story of a man who falls in love with a woman who loves him in her heart but can not reciprocate. I remember when I discovered this song that I always thought that I would be dedicated to any friendly Layla of Eric, but at the end I discovered that he talked about Pattie Boyd, George Harrison´s wife at the moment, the ex-guitarist of the Beatles. Eric, one of the greatest guitarists of all time, felt a great attraction to the wife of whom was also his friend George. The Londoner was not oblivious to the stares and attention of the guitarist and between them they started to reach a special type of complicity. In Pattie's own words, Clapton was not easy to express his feelings if it was not by stanzas or verses, and in one of those occasions when they were meeting, the musician presented this song, which is a kind of rhythmic declaration love for her. After a difficult period of encounters and disagreements, they separate taking different roads and that's when Eric takes refuge in drugs and alcohol. But this story has a happy ending, because Clapton eventually managed to conquer Pattie´s heart and married in 1979, fulfilling a dream long cherished by the nickname of God. I 'm a big fan of Eric Clapton, his way of caressing the notes, to become one with his guitar. But how much suffering there is to experiment to unite in marriage the talent and the desire of oneself? What strange reason lies in that people empathize more with a theme that expresses the intimacy of its author? I hope to explain in my next album.
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 30 de octubre de 2011
Janire
Published by DEIA, Oct. 27, 2011
Some times am thinking on how controlled that we all are. I remember some science-fictional movies in which in the nape of the neck of the human beings a chip is inserted in the minute they are born in order to have them controlled.
The thing is true that today it is not so exaggerated but definitely I stop to think: We’re born and they catalog our blood type, we are registered in the Department of Certification of Birth, we are obligated to provide evidence of our identity by means of an ID card, and from there on a constant control on behalf of the society across-the-board, and even they can locate us geographically by the GPS on our cell phone. But at the same way that I feel controlled personally, I discover that as to a cure of diseases, something in which I really indeed think it would be usefully taken a census of, goes and not only that we are not, but besides who wants it has to take his own initiative .
Janire is a Biscayan of 31 years that’s been fighting a 4 year disease so-called Bone Marrow Aplasia consisting in the disappearance of the bone marrow cells, spongy mass that is within the bones where the blood is generated, producing red, white blood cells and platelets. Due to the lack of them Janire he gets tired easily, she has palpitations, dizziness, headaches, hemorrhages and a great risk to a lot of infections of which some are mortal. All these symptoms condition her life and the only way out to this disease is finding a compatible donor, in which is very complicated because... Who of us know something about their bone marrow? How is it that we do not have an extensive record of our DNA and of any necessary information taken from our birth to try to heal suchlike diseases?
Only the man can cure man and only the generosity of some, or would even say to the civism, can offer hopes of a new life that needs it. These lines are to encourage all of us to get ourselves up to take an insignificant test and see if we can or cannot be a donator, of Janire or of anybody else.
Good Luck Janire!
www.kepajunkera.com
Some times am thinking on how controlled that we all are. I remember some science-fictional movies in which in the nape of the neck of the human beings a chip is inserted in the minute they are born in order to have them controlled.
The thing is true that today it is not so exaggerated but definitely I stop to think: We’re born and they catalog our blood type, we are registered in the Department of Certification of Birth, we are obligated to provide evidence of our identity by means of an ID card, and from there on a constant control on behalf of the society across-the-board, and even they can locate us geographically by the GPS on our cell phone. But at the same way that I feel controlled personally, I discover that as to a cure of diseases, something in which I really indeed think it would be usefully taken a census of, goes and not only that we are not, but besides who wants it has to take his own initiative .
Janire is a Biscayan of 31 years that’s been fighting a 4 year disease so-called Bone Marrow Aplasia consisting in the disappearance of the bone marrow cells, spongy mass that is within the bones where the blood is generated, producing red, white blood cells and platelets. Due to the lack of them Janire he gets tired easily, she has palpitations, dizziness, headaches, hemorrhages and a great risk to a lot of infections of which some are mortal. All these symptoms condition her life and the only way out to this disease is finding a compatible donor, in which is very complicated because... Who of us know something about their bone marrow? How is it that we do not have an extensive record of our DNA and of any necessary information taken from our birth to try to heal suchlike diseases?
Only the man can cure man and only the generosity of some, or would even say to the civism, can offer hopes of a new life that needs it. These lines are to encourage all of us to get ourselves up to take an insignificant test and see if we can or cannot be a donator, of Janire or of anybody else.
Good Luck Janire!
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 23 de octubre de 2011
Astragalus nitidiflorus
Published by DEIA, Oct. 20, 2011
As always, and in the most normal way, the most incredible discoveries take place. A fan of botany took a bicycle ride by the proximities of the mountain “Cabezos del Pericón” belonging to the town Tallante in the providence of Murcia. While he enjoyed the day he noticed of a very weird and unknown plant, the Astragalus nitidiflorus or Tallante's Garbancillo, is a species of legume in the Fabaceae family considered in critical danger of disappearance, since then the only place known all over the world is located in Tallante.
All this took place in the year 2003, when it was believed that this plant had been already extinct for almost 100 years ago, and ever since the scientists have been accomplishing uncountable studies in order to protect the project of recovering this species.
Each living being has created there own strategy to face its survival. In general there are two types: Or you play in the edict of the generalist or in the ones of the specialists. If you belong to the first ones you are more adaptable and eclectic, at the same time of feeding yourself as in locating a place to live, etc... If on the contrary you belong with the seconds, you are much more demanding regarding nutrition and to the habitat. Equilibrium underlies everything, in its absence all that is generated hinders and destroys the surroundings.
Constantly the land equilibriums and unbalances have followed and in a epoch with hegemony, of the first and is close behind with control of the second.
The ways of life that have bear stoically the previous periods indicated before are the ones that reach a maximum level of development, taking sometimes advantage of, as in the case the human being, almost conquering and molding a whole system upon its way of life returning to break off that hoped-for equilibrium.
The more species that disappear more difficult it will be for the ecosystem to work correctly, because each and everyone of them are basic in order that life works as we know. So it is basic to protect the maximum of the biodiversity as a whole and not as I con-join of isolated species.
www.kepajunkera.com
As always, and in the most normal way, the most incredible discoveries take place. A fan of botany took a bicycle ride by the proximities of the mountain “Cabezos del Pericón” belonging to the town Tallante in the providence of Murcia. While he enjoyed the day he noticed of a very weird and unknown plant, the Astragalus nitidiflorus or Tallante's Garbancillo, is a species of legume in the Fabaceae family considered in critical danger of disappearance, since then the only place known all over the world is located in Tallante.
All this took place in the year 2003, when it was believed that this plant had been already extinct for almost 100 years ago, and ever since the scientists have been accomplishing uncountable studies in order to protect the project of recovering this species.
Each living being has created there own strategy to face its survival. In general there are two types: Or you play in the edict of the generalist or in the ones of the specialists. If you belong to the first ones you are more adaptable and eclectic, at the same time of feeding yourself as in locating a place to live, etc... If on the contrary you belong with the seconds, you are much more demanding regarding nutrition and to the habitat. Equilibrium underlies everything, in its absence all that is generated hinders and destroys the surroundings.
Constantly the land equilibriums and unbalances have followed and in a epoch with hegemony, of the first and is close behind with control of the second.
The ways of life that have bear stoically the previous periods indicated before are the ones that reach a maximum level of development, taking sometimes advantage of, as in the case the human being, almost conquering and molding a whole system upon its way of life returning to break off that hoped-for equilibrium.
The more species that disappear more difficult it will be for the ecosystem to work correctly, because each and everyone of them are basic in order that life works as we know. So it is basic to protect the maximum of the biodiversity as a whole and not as I con-join of isolated species.
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 16 de octubre de 2011
STEVE JOBS
Published by DEIA, Oct. 13, 2011
There is a much extended movement because of the professional prestige’s activities we often use a very farfetched and difficult vocabulary that entangles and obscure our understanding of it. Often it is thought that the people, the less they know about our profession it seems to be more difficult to learn, to carry it out and therefore gives me a false prestige in a social level. I have never understood it but it is of course, its happening and happens if we look for some example of it, the computer technology is the most characteristic of them. Last week Steve Jobs perished, one of the company founders of Apple and the thinking head, or better yet the imaginative of the entity. A lot one has been talked of his person and of his disease but I would highlight his capacity of knowing by intuition which way without any doubts where things had to go. Steve Jobs not only did he not get carried away from what the whole world went; instead he opened a different way to a new way of understanding of the new technologies. He abandoned the university just in the beginning and he moved on more by this talent and innate imagination of what he assimilated of the others. He revolutionized the world, not only of computer technology, but also the cell phone and the way to listening music, always from the point of view of elaborating elements that made it easy to approach. The iPhone, iPad or even the iMac have marked a before and after in their respective markets and are the true reflections of what somebody as Jobs wanted to achieve. Disciplined, brave, perfectionist, demanding and most of all one advanced in due time, is how I would define this genius of the imagination more than of computer technology. They say that a hardworking resourceful life is far better than a long life and the truth is that, although it is difficult to assimilate that at any time it can end, it is so. To finish I will use a phrase of his that demonstrates the marvelous essence of this man.
“The design is not only what you see or what you feel. The design is how it works”.
www.kepajunkera.com
There is a much extended movement because of the professional prestige’s activities we often use a very farfetched and difficult vocabulary that entangles and obscure our understanding of it. Often it is thought that the people, the less they know about our profession it seems to be more difficult to learn, to carry it out and therefore gives me a false prestige in a social level. I have never understood it but it is of course, its happening and happens if we look for some example of it, the computer technology is the most characteristic of them. Last week Steve Jobs perished, one of the company founders of Apple and the thinking head, or better yet the imaginative of the entity. A lot one has been talked of his person and of his disease but I would highlight his capacity of knowing by intuition which way without any doubts where things had to go. Steve Jobs not only did he not get carried away from what the whole world went; instead he opened a different way to a new way of understanding of the new technologies. He abandoned the university just in the beginning and he moved on more by this talent and innate imagination of what he assimilated of the others. He revolutionized the world, not only of computer technology, but also the cell phone and the way to listening music, always from the point of view of elaborating elements that made it easy to approach. The iPhone, iPad or even the iMac have marked a before and after in their respective markets and are the true reflections of what somebody as Jobs wanted to achieve. Disciplined, brave, perfectionist, demanding and most of all one advanced in due time, is how I would define this genius of the imagination more than of computer technology. They say that a hardworking resourceful life is far better than a long life and the truth is that, although it is difficult to assimilate that at any time it can end, it is so. To finish I will use a phrase of his that demonstrates the marvelous essence of this man.
“The design is not only what you see or what you feel. The design is how it works”.
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 9 de octubre de 2011
ZAILTAZUNAK
Published by DEIA, Oct. 6, 2011
I remember my friend’s parents all thrilled explaining me the difficulties that they had to go through just in order to get to school. They had to pass a river by boat, climb some stairs and from there, walk a few kilometers to get to school. This was in the 1940´s in Orio, Gipuzkoa.
I, while they were telling me their story, was thinking that road they had to make, in which little time was there for them to be in school...,, certainly made a difference, the desire of those young people in wanting to learn, very different from ours, that what we wanted was to escape in the obligation of attending class if it was possible.
Something similar to that, but in a much more exaggerated way, are the children who have to struggle, the protagonist of this article. Around 30 children are obligated to cross swimming the river twice a day in the province of Quang Binh, Vietnam, in order to go to school.
The reason is that authorities do not count on enough budgets to construct a bridge that joins both sides and the children they have to cross a river that, depending on the weather, they can have more than three in-depth meters, in addition to an impressive current.
Children, from around 6 to 12 years old, arrive at the side, they get undressed, put their clothing into plastic bags and they jump into the water, not to swim which is impossible, but to let themselves get carried away by the enormous current using the plastic clothing bag as floater, with the hope of crossing the 20 meters that separates them from the other side as soon as possible. Just to let you see how strong that current is that the people from there tried last year to cross the river by boat, but they failed because it ended up getting carried away by the current.
Certainly, it is maddening to see the children in front of the other side of the river, draw the clothing from the bags and to return to get dressed knowing full well that hours later they will have to make the same trip but the other way around.
Why do these children that have to surpass such big difficulties to attend school, do they see anything fascinating in it and, on the other hand, do we associate it to the effort, to work, to obligation? Will it be that always more that the one who wants to the one who can?
www.kepajunkera.com
I remember my friend’s parents all thrilled explaining me the difficulties that they had to go through just in order to get to school. They had to pass a river by boat, climb some stairs and from there, walk a few kilometers to get to school. This was in the 1940´s in Orio, Gipuzkoa.
I, while they were telling me their story, was thinking that road they had to make, in which little time was there for them to be in school...,, certainly made a difference, the desire of those young people in wanting to learn, very different from ours, that what we wanted was to escape in the obligation of attending class if it was possible.
Something similar to that, but in a much more exaggerated way, are the children who have to struggle, the protagonist of this article. Around 30 children are obligated to cross swimming the river twice a day in the province of Quang Binh, Vietnam, in order to go to school.
The reason is that authorities do not count on enough budgets to construct a bridge that joins both sides and the children they have to cross a river that, depending on the weather, they can have more than three in-depth meters, in addition to an impressive current.
Children, from around 6 to 12 years old, arrive at the side, they get undressed, put their clothing into plastic bags and they jump into the water, not to swim which is impossible, but to let themselves get carried away by the enormous current using the plastic clothing bag as floater, with the hope of crossing the 20 meters that separates them from the other side as soon as possible. Just to let you see how strong that current is that the people from there tried last year to cross the river by boat, but they failed because it ended up getting carried away by the current.
Certainly, it is maddening to see the children in front of the other side of the river, draw the clothing from the bags and to return to get dressed knowing full well that hours later they will have to make the same trip but the other way around.
Why do these children that have to surpass such big difficulties to attend school, do they see anything fascinating in it and, on the other hand, do we associate it to the effort, to work, to obligation? Will it be that always more that the one who wants to the one who can?
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 2 de octubre de 2011
NEUTRINOS
Published by DEIA, Sept. 29, 2011
EVERY TIME that something new happens, bringing to us a new discovering, normally it is to contradict a previous one, in that dictated the laws of physics, chemistry, philosophy, psychology, etc. Through our history thousands of examples follow in which, with a new finding, is thrown away what was thought to be before true. What proves to be odd is that today, after having experimented what has been mentioned before, in infinity of occasions we continue giving for certain what we know and we continue being surprised of what we discover as if it was the very first time that this has happen to us.
This last week all the media voiced a piece of news that surprised the world but again it is to be another case among many. An experiment carried out by CERN affirms that they have been able to detect tiny particles of matter, calls neutrinos, travelling superior to the velocity of light. The dimensions have not been able to been precise because, perhaps, our technology is not yet at all fully-developed but, if this is true, the truth is that this clue that has come from this experiment can be a new view point toward understanding a totally different universe in which today reigns, opening in front of our eyes a fascinating panorama.
Nothing can evolve on an unmovable base. I do not know why we always have the obsession of thinking that we know everything and that our knowledge is perfect and unalterable. What's indisputable should make us feel prisoners of our own laws but on the other hand it makes us feel secure and wise. How curious in the equilibrium we always find the two extremes of a same nature in equal shares. Or isn't it true that the wise man that knows is the one that knows nothing?
In this world everything is relative, Einstein already said it, and even after listening to him we continued to be stubbornly determined in which we know it all and we dominated everything, when in reality, every time that we have discovered something and we have taken a step forward, the same always has proceeded a process of doubt, because to doubt is to exist.
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EVERY TIME that something new happens, bringing to us a new discovering, normally it is to contradict a previous one, in that dictated the laws of physics, chemistry, philosophy, psychology, etc. Through our history thousands of examples follow in which, with a new finding, is thrown away what was thought to be before true. What proves to be odd is that today, after having experimented what has been mentioned before, in infinity of occasions we continue giving for certain what we know and we continue being surprised of what we discover as if it was the very first time that this has happen to us.
This last week all the media voiced a piece of news that surprised the world but again it is to be another case among many. An experiment carried out by CERN affirms that they have been able to detect tiny particles of matter, calls neutrinos, travelling superior to the velocity of light. The dimensions have not been able to been precise because, perhaps, our technology is not yet at all fully-developed but, if this is true, the truth is that this clue that has come from this experiment can be a new view point toward understanding a totally different universe in which today reigns, opening in front of our eyes a fascinating panorama.
Nothing can evolve on an unmovable base. I do not know why we always have the obsession of thinking that we know everything and that our knowledge is perfect and unalterable. What's indisputable should make us feel prisoners of our own laws but on the other hand it makes us feel secure and wise. How curious in the equilibrium we always find the two extremes of a same nature in equal shares. Or isn't it true that the wise man that knows is the one that knows nothing?
In this world everything is relative, Einstein already said it, and even after listening to him we continued to be stubbornly determined in which we know it all and we dominated everything, when in reality, every time that we have discovered something and we have taken a step forward, the same always has proceeded a process of doubt, because to doubt is to exist.
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 25 de septiembre de 2011
ERDI AROA
Published by DEIA, Sept. 22, 2011
Looking back I see some little boys with pans on their heads, and a lid on their backs, some sticks in their hands and the overflowing imagination. Some defend a small hill, others were attacking it and then the shouts, the wooden blows against wood and even one pan hits against another, which aroused the burning sensation of those created illusions for avid warriors to emulate big medieval exploits.
In most of the occasions we, the adults do not take the children’s games seriously but a little while ago I discovered an activity that, after careful consideration, is not more than a prolongation of our infantile adventures but taken more to its extreme. It is a festivity, so-called Rusborg that celebrates towards the middle of summer, in which all those fans participate in the historic reconstruction of the IXth to the XI century. All-comers split into two parties, one of them defends a little small fort while the other one has to attack it and, of course, trying to conquer it. The flamboyance of this festivity is than everything, and when I say everything, it is everything, what is used in this sort of complex game itself is constructed and manufactured with the same materials and the same way that in days gone they were made by: dresses, swords, arrows, shields, food, beds, stores etc., they are manufactured as in the Russian Middle Ages. On the other hand, in addition to the battles, in those encounters the craftsmen and all the Russian’s musicians participate and the people live, breathes and tries to experience the sensations that their forefathers had 11 centuries ago. "Here you can feel the past, touch it and even taste it", says Yakov Vnukov, one of the organizers of the event.
I believe that the sensations that the people live there have to be fascinating because there is an inside tendency in every human being to admire the people before them had to face life and their destiny. And talking about destinies, today that we travel so much physically, for us to rest our mind, flying around 1000 years ago wouldn’t it be a way to achieve the same thing? Certainly, there is no scare of trajectory.
www.kepajunkera.com
Looking back I see some little boys with pans on their heads, and a lid on their backs, some sticks in their hands and the overflowing imagination. Some defend a small hill, others were attacking it and then the shouts, the wooden blows against wood and even one pan hits against another, which aroused the burning sensation of those created illusions for avid warriors to emulate big medieval exploits.
In most of the occasions we, the adults do not take the children’s games seriously but a little while ago I discovered an activity that, after careful consideration, is not more than a prolongation of our infantile adventures but taken more to its extreme. It is a festivity, so-called Rusborg that celebrates towards the middle of summer, in which all those fans participate in the historic reconstruction of the IXth to the XI century. All-comers split into two parties, one of them defends a little small fort while the other one has to attack it and, of course, trying to conquer it. The flamboyance of this festivity is than everything, and when I say everything, it is everything, what is used in this sort of complex game itself is constructed and manufactured with the same materials and the same way that in days gone they were made by: dresses, swords, arrows, shields, food, beds, stores etc., they are manufactured as in the Russian Middle Ages. On the other hand, in addition to the battles, in those encounters the craftsmen and all the Russian’s musicians participate and the people live, breathes and tries to experience the sensations that their forefathers had 11 centuries ago. "Here you can feel the past, touch it and even taste it", says Yakov Vnukov, one of the organizers of the event.
I believe that the sensations that the people live there have to be fascinating because there is an inside tendency in every human being to admire the people before them had to face life and their destiny. And talking about destinies, today that we travel so much physically, for us to rest our mind, flying around 1000 years ago wouldn’t it be a way to achieve the same thing? Certainly, there is no scare of trajectory.
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 18 de septiembre de 2011
TRENBIDEA
Published by DEIA, Sept. 15, 2011
All the results from the people’s group activity that concentrate in a determined place call our attention. To me markets, the turmoil of the stores, the bargaining or the people’s conversations in the different stands produce a sensation of life for me, of well-being that I have even tried to materialize in my last album "Ultramarinos & Coloniales". At the end they are so many stories, so many memories, which everything is engraved deep inside of us.
In the world there are many markets and it is difficult for me to just highlight ones from others because each one has his own charm, but the other day I saw a peculiar one, I’m not sure in saying it is fascinating or just crazy. It is about The Death Market, situated in a small town of Samut Songkhram, around 100km from Bangkok, Thailand. It´s an open market (flee market) in which, when you discover its secret, you cannot believe it. It is in the middle of a railroad! Several times a day the train goes right through the middle of this unique bazaar obliging the salespeople to move their stands just in time so the train can pass, then replacing the stock again in its place to sale as if nothing has happen. Everything happens in a normal way, without a lot of hassle, because the salespeople of The Death Market have an incredible ability to set and remove their stands, so when the train comes close they have to clear the track for the monster that every day makes his way literally over all their products.
The capacity that we have from adaptation in our environment is incredible and how when we value something we make good use of it, to its maximum. And it is a pity that when something is abundant or easy to achieve it loses all our interest and even we throw it away. In this case the space is a scarce good and I ask myself: What wouldn't these people do in one of those giant-sized shopping centers that we visit continuously and that have corridors and stores with so ample spaces?
The man’s imagination is able to derive benefit from what almost does not exist and I say almost because all that is imagined already has one way or another its existence.
www.kepajunkera.com
All the results from the people’s group activity that concentrate in a determined place call our attention. To me markets, the turmoil of the stores, the bargaining or the people’s conversations in the different stands produce a sensation of life for me, of well-being that I have even tried to materialize in my last album "Ultramarinos & Coloniales". At the end they are so many stories, so many memories, which everything is engraved deep inside of us.
In the world there are many markets and it is difficult for me to just highlight ones from others because each one has his own charm, but the other day I saw a peculiar one, I’m not sure in saying it is fascinating or just crazy. It is about The Death Market, situated in a small town of Samut Songkhram, around 100km from Bangkok, Thailand. It´s an open market (flee market) in which, when you discover its secret, you cannot believe it. It is in the middle of a railroad! Several times a day the train goes right through the middle of this unique bazaar obliging the salespeople to move their stands just in time so the train can pass, then replacing the stock again in its place to sale as if nothing has happen. Everything happens in a normal way, without a lot of hassle, because the salespeople of The Death Market have an incredible ability to set and remove their stands, so when the train comes close they have to clear the track for the monster that every day makes his way literally over all their products.
The capacity that we have from adaptation in our environment is incredible and how when we value something we make good use of it, to its maximum. And it is a pity that when something is abundant or easy to achieve it loses all our interest and even we throw it away. In this case the space is a scarce good and I ask myself: What wouldn't these people do in one of those giant-sized shopping centers that we visit continuously and that have corridors and stores with so ample spaces?
The man’s imagination is able to derive benefit from what almost does not exist and I say almost because all that is imagined already has one way or another its existence.
www.kepajunkera.com
miércoles, 14 de septiembre de 2011
LIZTORRAK
Published by DEIA, Sept. 8, 2011
Life is full of small miracles that follow one after another and that, in being an ordinary thing, we disregard them. All the beings that we form this planet's biomass have carried a series of "improvements" always in terms of our needs for the hoped-for survival. But if all of this seems incredible for us when we talk about human, animal beings, etc... our amazement blows out when the characters of the story are insects that hardly surpass by size half of a human finger.
Without going any further a little while ago I discovered that, in the Mexican state of Michoacán, every year million of Monarch butterflies gather together to pass the winter amassed on the branches and the trunk of some spectacular so-called trees Oyamel. The motive is very simple but at the same time as amazing. In order to protect themselves of the freezing temperatures that the butterflies reign in those places, piled up one over another, they spread their wings skywards as if they were solar collectors reflecting the light of the sun toward their neighbors and sharing the heat. What a fascinating adaptation!
And I remember another incredible strategy that the Asiatic bees carry out when they suffer the attack of the sadly famous Asiatic wasps also. When the bees are attacked they crowd around on top of the wasp and they glue themselves till they reach the 45º C that it’s the temperature in which the Asiatic wasps perish.
What kind of mechanism begins to function in order that as much in the case of the butterflies as in the one of the bees among others, not only evolve the brain of a member of cologne, instead "contagious" the whole cologne and even the species?
Already there have been several attacks of the Asiatic wasps to our beehives. Einstein said that, if the bees extinct one day our land, the world such and as we know it would disappear in no time. We already messed up by bringing the wasp here. Now we can only trust that life obliges again our bees to uncover the key that turns on survival's secret mechanism.
www.kepajunkera.com
Life is full of small miracles that follow one after another and that, in being an ordinary thing, we disregard them. All the beings that we form this planet's biomass have carried a series of "improvements" always in terms of our needs for the hoped-for survival. But if all of this seems incredible for us when we talk about human, animal beings, etc... our amazement blows out when the characters of the story are insects that hardly surpass by size half of a human finger.
Without going any further a little while ago I discovered that, in the Mexican state of Michoacán, every year million of Monarch butterflies gather together to pass the winter amassed on the branches and the trunk of some spectacular so-called trees Oyamel. The motive is very simple but at the same time as amazing. In order to protect themselves of the freezing temperatures that the butterflies reign in those places, piled up one over another, they spread their wings skywards as if they were solar collectors reflecting the light of the sun toward their neighbors and sharing the heat. What a fascinating adaptation!
And I remember another incredible strategy that the Asiatic bees carry out when they suffer the attack of the sadly famous Asiatic wasps also. When the bees are attacked they crowd around on top of the wasp and they glue themselves till they reach the 45º C that it’s the temperature in which the Asiatic wasps perish.
What kind of mechanism begins to function in order that as much in the case of the butterflies as in the one of the bees among others, not only evolve the brain of a member of cologne, instead "contagious" the whole cologne and even the species?
Already there have been several attacks of the Asiatic wasps to our beehives. Einstein said that, if the bees extinct one day our land, the world such and as we know it would disappear in no time. We already messed up by bringing the wasp here. Now we can only trust that life obliges again our bees to uncover the key that turns on survival's secret mechanism.
www.kepajunkera.com
jueves, 8 de septiembre de 2011
Beldurrik Gabe
Published by DEIA, Sept. 1, 2011
At the end everything is relative.
So many times life pushes you around from one side to another to abandon your comfort and the tranquillity that one "has won" in the course of time. I still don’t understand very well why, but every day I am more convinced that when one reaches that certain level of personal peace, either for oneself or for circumstances of life, the same one, arrives and bottles you in much more "undigested" roads but in the long run offering many more new possibilities.
Today I am going to talk about an incredible adventure that began several years ago when Jeb Corliss, today totally an expert in what is called "Extreme Jump", was immersed in a very strong depression. Nothing managed to draw him out of that state and he came up with the idea of coming closer to this new sport of risk. That way, taking advantage of a negative feeling like absence of illusion for life he used it as a driving force to face a series of events experienced in life of an apparent danger. Jeb is an expert on jumping almost from any place with the only help of a parachute or a simple suit that helps him to glide. He has jumped from The Petronas Towers in Kuala Lumpur, the Eiffel Tower in Paris or the San Francisco Golden Gate and there forward more than 1,000 jumps. His next challenge is in gliding through the hole of Tianmen in China.
Without carrying things to such an extreme like Corliss, the life of any of us tends always toward comfort, to the routine. It’s scary but at the same time it proves to be fascinating to check that fears tortures our existence, undervaluing the achievements that by means of our development we succeed, and it is when worse we go, when we see the least of exits in our life, when we are more capable to reveal and to conquer the deepest terrors, discovering an absolutely inherent magic to the human being, the one of equilibrium, only when you really want to hug death then is it possible to re-find yourself with life.
www.kepajunkera.com
At the end everything is relative.
So many times life pushes you around from one side to another to abandon your comfort and the tranquillity that one "has won" in the course of time. I still don’t understand very well why, but every day I am more convinced that when one reaches that certain level of personal peace, either for oneself or for circumstances of life, the same one, arrives and bottles you in much more "undigested" roads but in the long run offering many more new possibilities.
Today I am going to talk about an incredible adventure that began several years ago when Jeb Corliss, today totally an expert in what is called "Extreme Jump", was immersed in a very strong depression. Nothing managed to draw him out of that state and he came up with the idea of coming closer to this new sport of risk. That way, taking advantage of a negative feeling like absence of illusion for life he used it as a driving force to face a series of events experienced in life of an apparent danger. Jeb is an expert on jumping almost from any place with the only help of a parachute or a simple suit that helps him to glide. He has jumped from The Petronas Towers in Kuala Lumpur, the Eiffel Tower in Paris or the San Francisco Golden Gate and there forward more than 1,000 jumps. His next challenge is in gliding through the hole of Tianmen in China.
Without carrying things to such an extreme like Corliss, the life of any of us tends always toward comfort, to the routine. It’s scary but at the same time it proves to be fascinating to check that fears tortures our existence, undervaluing the achievements that by means of our development we succeed, and it is when worse we go, when we see the least of exits in our life, when we are more capable to reveal and to conquer the deepest terrors, discovering an absolutely inherent magic to the human being, the one of equilibrium, only when you really want to hug death then is it possible to re-find yourself with life.
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 4 de septiembre de 2011
ERRONKAK
Published by DEIA, August 25, 2011
Some weeks ago I was thinking about the issue of competition and the use of the same to evolve and getting better in certain practices that we often carry out. In reality, I suspect that the true motor of all this is the achievement of self-imposed goals by oneself or the circumstances of proving to be better than the other people, that is, everything is inside of us and we are, when it comes down to it, the artificers of our own development that always comes from overcoming of our own difficulties. An example of it we can find in a recent study in which it is affirmed that different birds manage to adapt themselves to the modern urban surroundings evolve much more their brain to move for more savage corners. In our cities it already is habitual to find blackbirds, thrushes, magpies, doves, turtledoves, etc., well then, according to various experiments the urban individuals have their brain developed up to a 20% more than their savage relatives. In my opinion, the secret is in the effort one takes to stub for its adaptation in a hostile and different means that change at every moment. The obstacles, problems, the differences, prove to be uncomfortable but, as in this case it is demonstrated, to be necessary to advance. It is flashy than nobody wants to face difficulties, and if possible we prefer to move aside and to get around it in the softest possible way and we do not become aware of the incredible potential that we treasure and that do not use neither develop every time that we avoid an obstacle on our way. I have always had the doubt of if the human beings are design to be able to reach much more superior heights of which we achieved thanks to the use of the confrontation with oneself and with its surroundings. The truth is that it is tiresome and hard but perhaps the rewards is well deserved, because everyone I know that confronted life openly and with the minor possible number of fears is a true treasure to maintain near.
www.kepajunkera.com
Some weeks ago I was thinking about the issue of competition and the use of the same to evolve and getting better in certain practices that we often carry out. In reality, I suspect that the true motor of all this is the achievement of self-imposed goals by oneself or the circumstances of proving to be better than the other people, that is, everything is inside of us and we are, when it comes down to it, the artificers of our own development that always comes from overcoming of our own difficulties. An example of it we can find in a recent study in which it is affirmed that different birds manage to adapt themselves to the modern urban surroundings evolve much more their brain to move for more savage corners. In our cities it already is habitual to find blackbirds, thrushes, magpies, doves, turtledoves, etc., well then, according to various experiments the urban individuals have their brain developed up to a 20% more than their savage relatives. In my opinion, the secret is in the effort one takes to stub for its adaptation in a hostile and different means that change at every moment. The obstacles, problems, the differences, prove to be uncomfortable but, as in this case it is demonstrated, to be necessary to advance. It is flashy than nobody wants to face difficulties, and if possible we prefer to move aside and to get around it in the softest possible way and we do not become aware of the incredible potential that we treasure and that do not use neither develop every time that we avoid an obstacle on our way. I have always had the doubt of if the human beings are design to be able to reach much more superior heights of which we achieved thanks to the use of the confrontation with oneself and with its surroundings. The truth is that it is tiresome and hard but perhaps the rewards is well deserved, because everyone I know that confronted life openly and with the minor possible number of fears is a true treasure to maintain near.
www.kepajunkera.com
viernes, 19 de agosto de 2011
SOINU SINFONIKOA
Published by DEIA, August 18, 2011
It’s the middle of the night, Tuesday August 16. I get up and it’s 3 in the morning. I turn the TV on and a gentleman is reading the Tarot cards. A great many of people would wish to know which is going to be their future, according to them, to be able to take the correct decisions in their life. Is the future written out? What a fantastic mystery! Just image when I started to "play" with that old trikitixa, with one or two broken-down buttons, if somebody would have been able to tell me the essential point that it would be for me in my life. Seated in the living room, I look back on my long and fascinating career that I have taken to stub with this bellows of hell behind my back and I awake up from that journey with the vertigo of facing in a few hours a new project: Recording next to the Symphony Orchestra of Basque Country, directed by Enrique Ugarte, some of the most important themes of my career. Of course the idea impassions me and at the same time it is a hoped-for project years ago. It is not easy to try to join two worlds like the one of classical music with the folk music or more traditional. Few times they interweave. We already work side by side previously in a concert officiated at the Kursaal of Donostia, but now we are going to ruffle up the curl and to make together, in a different and more innovative way, the themes selected for such project, side by side, that will be from those beginning songs that accompany me from the very start of my music career till the last new album Ultramarinos & Coloniales. Definitively, we want to achieve a high-quality music and energy album filled with illusion, effort and lots of talent. Who would have said year’s ago that a trikitixa would be seen accompanied by the whole symphony orchestra? I´m so excited thinking about that, aside from being new recording album, we are also creating new roads to explore, as much in classical music as in traditional one, uncovering new frontiers to an instrument like the trikitixa. I hope that between all of us we will be able to materialize all the unique and special moments that we are going to live thanks to the music. Now if the future of today was written or not in the present of yesterday, it’s the least important. Break a leg!!!!
www.kepajunkera.com
It’s the middle of the night, Tuesday August 16. I get up and it’s 3 in the morning. I turn the TV on and a gentleman is reading the Tarot cards. A great many of people would wish to know which is going to be their future, according to them, to be able to take the correct decisions in their life. Is the future written out? What a fantastic mystery! Just image when I started to "play" with that old trikitixa, with one or two broken-down buttons, if somebody would have been able to tell me the essential point that it would be for me in my life. Seated in the living room, I look back on my long and fascinating career that I have taken to stub with this bellows of hell behind my back and I awake up from that journey with the vertigo of facing in a few hours a new project: Recording next to the Symphony Orchestra of Basque Country, directed by Enrique Ugarte, some of the most important themes of my career. Of course the idea impassions me and at the same time it is a hoped-for project years ago. It is not easy to try to join two worlds like the one of classical music with the folk music or more traditional. Few times they interweave. We already work side by side previously in a concert officiated at the Kursaal of Donostia, but now we are going to ruffle up the curl and to make together, in a different and more innovative way, the themes selected for such project, side by side, that will be from those beginning songs that accompany me from the very start of my music career till the last new album Ultramarinos & Coloniales. Definitively, we want to achieve a high-quality music and energy album filled with illusion, effort and lots of talent. Who would have said year’s ago that a trikitixa would be seen accompanied by the whole symphony orchestra? I´m so excited thinking about that, aside from being new recording album, we are also creating new roads to explore, as much in classical music as in traditional one, uncovering new frontiers to an instrument like the trikitixa. I hope that between all of us we will be able to materialize all the unique and special moments that we are going to live thanks to the music. Now if the future of today was written or not in the present of yesterday, it’s the least important. Break a leg!!!!
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 14 de agosto de 2011
BAOBAB
Published By DEIA, August 11, 2011
It's sure that there was a time in the awakening of man in which no one felt out of place in nature. Today, one of the biggest problems of the human being is feeling that he does not belong anywhere, neither to a family, nor to a place and not even to nature. And, curiously, I suppose that as in other rules of life, instead of searching to return to that link of union with what we are, we have tried to solve the problem by making the surroundings adapting to us, losing totally the north of the things.
How have I come to this conclusion? After reading an article of a tree that lives almost exclusively south of the Sahara desert and that has lived 3,000 years, reaching its truck to measure more than 30 meters of diameter.
It is the Adansonia Digitata or African Baobab. The odd thing of this tree is that it reaches those giant-sized thicknesses having grace at not having a high height. Living where this arboreal species lives it has specialized in the storage of enormous quantities of water inside, converting itself into something like an enormous barrel, capable of containing up to 120,000 liters of the liquid element. This tree is a true treasure because we achieve monkey's bread; a fruit with great quantity of vitamin C, of the bark; a fiber with which strings and baskets are manufactured, from his boiled leaves food, while from his wet pollen glue is obtained.
Because of its strange appearance, the baobab has been creditor of many African legends among them one is that everyone who drinks the water in which its seeds have gotten wet will be protected against the attack of the crocodiles or that the one, who extracts a flower from the tree, will die devoured by a lion. Besides their hollow trunks have served as jail, house and even like the one of Limpopo ( South Africa ) as a bar, being able to hold in its interior 40 people.
We try to subdue the surroundings to our needs, without realizing that the path is in finding what we are and in that way we’ll be able to enjoy all the baobab of our existence has to offers us.
www.kepajunkera.com
It's sure that there was a time in the awakening of man in which no one felt out of place in nature. Today, one of the biggest problems of the human being is feeling that he does not belong anywhere, neither to a family, nor to a place and not even to nature. And, curiously, I suppose that as in other rules of life, instead of searching to return to that link of union with what we are, we have tried to solve the problem by making the surroundings adapting to us, losing totally the north of the things.
How have I come to this conclusion? After reading an article of a tree that lives almost exclusively south of the Sahara desert and that has lived 3,000 years, reaching its truck to measure more than 30 meters of diameter.
It is the Adansonia Digitata or African Baobab. The odd thing of this tree is that it reaches those giant-sized thicknesses having grace at not having a high height. Living where this arboreal species lives it has specialized in the storage of enormous quantities of water inside, converting itself into something like an enormous barrel, capable of containing up to 120,000 liters of the liquid element. This tree is a true treasure because we achieve monkey's bread; a fruit with great quantity of vitamin C, of the bark; a fiber with which strings and baskets are manufactured, from his boiled leaves food, while from his wet pollen glue is obtained.
Because of its strange appearance, the baobab has been creditor of many African legends among them one is that everyone who drinks the water in which its seeds have gotten wet will be protected against the attack of the crocodiles or that the one, who extracts a flower from the tree, will die devoured by a lion. Besides their hollow trunks have served as jail, house and even like the one of Limpopo ( South Africa ) as a bar, being able to hold in its interior 40 people.
We try to subdue the surroundings to our needs, without realizing that the path is in finding what we are and in that way we’ll be able to enjoy all the baobab of our existence has to offers us.
www.kepajunkera.com
lunes, 8 de agosto de 2011
ARTZAI JAUSIAK
Published by DEIA, Agosto 4, 2011
Traveling around the world, in addition to pleasurable, is one of the most enriching activities that one can do. Meeting people, places, habits and cultures entails an almost constant discovery of different worlds.
Some weeks ago I talked about Rogelio Botanz, a Basque that settled in the Canary Islands and that is a true expert in the Siblo gomero (a canary island whistling language). In one of those trips that I visited the islands, Rogelio invited me to accompany him in a documentary recording about the "Salto del Pastor” (Jump of the Shepherd). It is called the Salto del Pastor or, more colloquially, the Brinco (Jump Over), they move around the mountains with the help of a stick that is around 2 to 4 meters long, ending with a metallic tip. It is a traditional practice that the shepherds of the Canary Islands have used to move through those so abrupt payments. It seems incredible to observe how jumpers run through incredible slopes, accomplishing amazing leaps, thanks to the use of the pole that, nailed firmly to the ground and used like a rod for them to slide down arriving to the ground, allows to carrying out such exploits.
Although it is not well know the origin of the Jump of the Shepherd, one knows that already the guanaches (refers to the aboriginal inhabitants of the island) used this technique in their displacements. Talking to Rogelio he commented me that the most spectacular leaps, according to the elders, took place, not in the steep mountains and cliffs, but the shepherds, far from using it only for work, used this technique to date. They would go up to the church’s bell tower, they waited until the girl they were interested pass by, they would toss a coin to the ground and immediately afterwards they let themselves fall, nailing down the lance tightly where they had thrown the coin and sliding their body beside the pole smoothly down to the ground. Skillful action, target and courage, a full demonstration of manliness to call the lady's attention.
Once again, the proof of the human being’s need to compete to evolve. We all react giving our maximum when we spark competitiveness off, even when one is the more daring one of all, the one of ourselves.
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Traveling around the world, in addition to pleasurable, is one of the most enriching activities that one can do. Meeting people, places, habits and cultures entails an almost constant discovery of different worlds.
Some weeks ago I talked about Rogelio Botanz, a Basque that settled in the Canary Islands and that is a true expert in the Siblo gomero (a canary island whistling language). In one of those trips that I visited the islands, Rogelio invited me to accompany him in a documentary recording about the "Salto del Pastor” (Jump of the Shepherd). It is called the Salto del Pastor or, more colloquially, the Brinco (Jump Over), they move around the mountains with the help of a stick that is around 2 to 4 meters long, ending with a metallic tip. It is a traditional practice that the shepherds of the Canary Islands have used to move through those so abrupt payments. It seems incredible to observe how jumpers run through incredible slopes, accomplishing amazing leaps, thanks to the use of the pole that, nailed firmly to the ground and used like a rod for them to slide down arriving to the ground, allows to carrying out such exploits.
Although it is not well know the origin of the Jump of the Shepherd, one knows that already the guanaches (refers to the aboriginal inhabitants of the island) used this technique in their displacements. Talking to Rogelio he commented me that the most spectacular leaps, according to the elders, took place, not in the steep mountains and cliffs, but the shepherds, far from using it only for work, used this technique to date. They would go up to the church’s bell tower, they waited until the girl they were interested pass by, they would toss a coin to the ground and immediately afterwards they let themselves fall, nailing down the lance tightly where they had thrown the coin and sliding their body beside the pole smoothly down to the ground. Skillful action, target and courage, a full demonstration of manliness to call the lady's attention.
Once again, the proof of the human being’s need to compete to evolve. We all react giving our maximum when we spark competitiveness off, even when one is the more daring one of all, the one of ourselves.
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domingo, 31 de julio de 2011
ERAIKUNTZAK
Published by DEIA, July 28, 2011
Anyone that knows me knows that in my house the subject of the construction has always had a preponderant paper in our lives. Furthermore, from childhood I have been amazed by the big constructions, bridges and, of course, the works of ancient civilizations: The Egyptian and American pyramids, the big castles, the Great Wall of China…
And talking about China, I have just read an amazing article, the metallurgic Chinese company Minmetals carries out a project that seems to be as if it just came out of a fantasy movie. It’s about constructing in Guangdong, a province south of China, a perfect copy of Hallstatt, an Austrian town of almost 1,000 inhabitants. They are copying it house by house, street by street and even they have even taken into account the lake that bathes the aforementioned Austrian town and that, of course, will count on his counterpart in Guangdong. The metallurgic company curiously advertises this project as a "sophisticated residential area based on the European-style". The Hallstatt's inhabitants, since 1999 holds the World Heritage Site for Cultural Heritage, are perplexed and some are very upset with only the fact of copying exactly their town. But there are others who think this will be a great tourist claim for this locality of the Austrian Alps.
Everything in this life is relative. The same ones that copy an entire town are able to carry out a pharaonic work like the longest bridge over the sea in the world. I have visited in several occasions Chinese cities and the most characteristic is the sensation of enjoying so many different contrasts in every moment. The country that has developed to the bitter end the art of plagiarism is at the same time leader in far-reaching projects and it is that, as well said the quote "United we stand" and in the case of the Chinese society this affirmation acquires a principal importance. Well taken it is proven that the one that copies also can create. As in other fields... better not getting carried away by appearances.
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Anyone that knows me knows that in my house the subject of the construction has always had a preponderant paper in our lives. Furthermore, from childhood I have been amazed by the big constructions, bridges and, of course, the works of ancient civilizations: The Egyptian and American pyramids, the big castles, the Great Wall of China…
And talking about China, I have just read an amazing article, the metallurgic Chinese company Minmetals carries out a project that seems to be as if it just came out of a fantasy movie. It’s about constructing in Guangdong, a province south of China, a perfect copy of Hallstatt, an Austrian town of almost 1,000 inhabitants. They are copying it house by house, street by street and even they have even taken into account the lake that bathes the aforementioned Austrian town and that, of course, will count on his counterpart in Guangdong. The metallurgic company curiously advertises this project as a "sophisticated residential area based on the European-style". The Hallstatt's inhabitants, since 1999 holds the World Heritage Site for Cultural Heritage, are perplexed and some are very upset with only the fact of copying exactly their town. But there are others who think this will be a great tourist claim for this locality of the Austrian Alps.
Everything in this life is relative. The same ones that copy an entire town are able to carry out a pharaonic work like the longest bridge over the sea in the world. I have visited in several occasions Chinese cities and the most characteristic is the sensation of enjoying so many different contrasts in every moment. The country that has developed to the bitter end the art of plagiarism is at the same time leader in far-reaching projects and it is that, as well said the quote "United we stand" and in the case of the Chinese society this affirmation acquires a principal importance. Well taken it is proven that the one that copies also can create. As in other fields... better not getting carried away by appearances.
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domingo, 24 de julio de 2011
ARRIDURAK
Published by DEIA, July 21,2011
Taking a walk by the Biscayan coast and chatting with several friends about how easy or how difficult that it is the co-penetration of two txalapartaris (the persons w ho play the txalaparta) have to work out in order so their combination keeps on rising the magical rhythms of the txalaparta (an ancestral xylophone played by horizontal planks hit with vertical sticks) one of them sees another but not less fascinating combination. Above us 6 seagulls flying in circles, as in taking height, and over them a bird shaped like anchor that was carrying shorter and energetic circles.
"He’s a peregrine falcon", they tell me, and I, a bit incredulous, keep on thinking what it could be similar to, but a falcon? All of a sudden he closes his wings, turns around and, in a beating of wings, he’s already grating on the back of one seagull that, as he can, turns around and shows his threatening peak, in front of the falcon which changes his direction and disappears.
Everything was in moments of energy and an unusual emotion. I could not get out of my amazement. But what most called my attention is that, while we shouted and we were indicating the event, the people that were walking around were not showing neither the least’s interest. And I remembered the words of an Austrian friend that I met at a concert in Glasgow, Peter, that he said to me that we were a fortunate country for the whole wealth of the fauna and scenic that we have in the peninsula and, in that occasion, he explained to me about the cologne of vultures at the mountain Candina, in the easternmost extreme of Cantabria. In this 476-meter peak settles down one atypical vulture hunter with views toward the sea: the northernmost of Spain, and the only in Europe with these characteristics. Some call these vultures, "marine vultures" for the queerness that it seems to observe these birds in the coast.
So many times unique elements lose their attraction and mystery for the human being to become part of what's everyday activity. How it's possible what is to be "normal" loses interest in exceptional things? I do believe that we should put more emphasis in bestowing their true value upon each thing.
We have so many fascinating things that are around us, learning how to enjoy them, even though they are a part of what's habitual, is an obligation. Or, are other people always going to have to teach us?
www.kepajunkera.com
Taking a walk by the Biscayan coast and chatting with several friends about how easy or how difficult that it is the co-penetration of two txalapartaris (the persons w ho play the txalaparta) have to work out in order so their combination keeps on rising the magical rhythms of the txalaparta (an ancestral xylophone played by horizontal planks hit with vertical sticks) one of them sees another but not less fascinating combination. Above us 6 seagulls flying in circles, as in taking height, and over them a bird shaped like anchor that was carrying shorter and energetic circles.
"He’s a peregrine falcon", they tell me, and I, a bit incredulous, keep on thinking what it could be similar to, but a falcon? All of a sudden he closes his wings, turns around and, in a beating of wings, he’s already grating on the back of one seagull that, as he can, turns around and shows his threatening peak, in front of the falcon which changes his direction and disappears.
Everything was in moments of energy and an unusual emotion. I could not get out of my amazement. But what most called my attention is that, while we shouted and we were indicating the event, the people that were walking around were not showing neither the least’s interest. And I remembered the words of an Austrian friend that I met at a concert in Glasgow, Peter, that he said to me that we were a fortunate country for the whole wealth of the fauna and scenic that we have in the peninsula and, in that occasion, he explained to me about the cologne of vultures at the mountain Candina, in the easternmost extreme of Cantabria. In this 476-meter peak settles down one atypical vulture hunter with views toward the sea: the northernmost of Spain, and the only in Europe with these characteristics. Some call these vultures, "marine vultures" for the queerness that it seems to observe these birds in the coast.
So many times unique elements lose their attraction and mystery for the human being to become part of what's everyday activity. How it's possible what is to be "normal" loses interest in exceptional things? I do believe that we should put more emphasis in bestowing their true value upon each thing.
We have so many fascinating things that are around us, learning how to enjoy them, even though they are a part of what's habitual, is an obligation. Or, are other people always going to have to teach us?
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 17 de julio de 2011
IDARETA
Published by DEIA, July 14, 2011
Human tides, liters and liters of various drinks, music and, how not, the mythical, famous bull running, that gives personality to such a unique city as Iruñea. St. Fermín is a worldwide event in which thousands of tourists come to live different experiences, sometimes, even to the limit. But while I see the images of a day’s bull running on TV I remember a lot of friends that live around there, one of them Fran Idareta, an accordionist whom I have shared stage in several occasions with, and that has been protagonist of an excellent news that exemplifies his great personal personality. Fran has achieved his doctorate in Social Work, which is not all.
His thesis concludes with fascinating discoveries that at the same time are so logical as when in treating a patient "we should talk about a person by their name, with a past and a specific life, having a subjective vision of their sufferings". And it is that, in words of Fran Idareta, “we should not hide ourselves behind the diagnostic data’s, but instead looking into the person’s face, touchable and definite, that who suffers. We do not only have to know, we also have to feel". The data, knowledge, theories are absolutely necessary but, as very well Idareta points out, all of that is not much to us if we do not empathize with the patient.
They have always taught us that the human being is almost totality formed of water but I would go a bit a further, if water is physically our base element, then I would bet that in the same measure that our feelings are the essential motor of the immaterial human essence and that way it is practically impossible to be able to tackle the cure of a disease if we do not take into account the other “I" of the individual, where we find the encouragement, the illusion and the hope in oneself.
Fran Idareta has opened up a different road that I hope others will continue, but somehow he has already gone through a similar territory when he discovers that with his accordion and his art he surpassed emotions and the illusions of those who listen to him, because music also gives us health and feeds our human soul.
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Human tides, liters and liters of various drinks, music and, how not, the mythical, famous bull running, that gives personality to such a unique city as Iruñea. St. Fermín is a worldwide event in which thousands of tourists come to live different experiences, sometimes, even to the limit. But while I see the images of a day’s bull running on TV I remember a lot of friends that live around there, one of them Fran Idareta, an accordionist whom I have shared stage in several occasions with, and that has been protagonist of an excellent news that exemplifies his great personal personality. Fran has achieved his doctorate in Social Work, which is not all.
His thesis concludes with fascinating discoveries that at the same time are so logical as when in treating a patient "we should talk about a person by their name, with a past and a specific life, having a subjective vision of their sufferings". And it is that, in words of Fran Idareta, “we should not hide ourselves behind the diagnostic data’s, but instead looking into the person’s face, touchable and definite, that who suffers. We do not only have to know, we also have to feel". The data, knowledge, theories are absolutely necessary but, as very well Idareta points out, all of that is not much to us if we do not empathize with the patient.
They have always taught us that the human being is almost totality formed of water but I would go a bit a further, if water is physically our base element, then I would bet that in the same measure that our feelings are the essential motor of the immaterial human essence and that way it is practically impossible to be able to tackle the cure of a disease if we do not take into account the other “I" of the individual, where we find the encouragement, the illusion and the hope in oneself.
Fran Idareta has opened up a different road that I hope others will continue, but somehow he has already gone through a similar territory when he discovers that with his accordion and his art he surpassed emotions and the illusions of those who listen to him, because music also gives us health and feeds our human soul.
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 10 de julio de 2011
AUKERAK
Published by DEIA, July 7, 2011
This week’s column had a theme that we are not going to talk about, when I already had finished the article and just about to email it I read an article in DEIA that captivated me and at the same time it aroused a lot of queasiness in me.
A driving school of Basauri is teaching to drive the first person in Europe that uses his legs as his arms. For me it is another example of a human overcoming his adversities, but at the same time, the story has much more to say.
David Rivas, is the name of the student, is from Madrid and his problem is that he was born armless. He works coordinating a team of 11 people inside the Integralia Foundation that makes the procedures of appointments at the La Paz Hospital. Ok, this far all is normal. What got my interested was that someone from Madrid had to ask for a month off to be able to come to Euskadi (Basque Country) to face this challenge in trying to earn his driving license with a car that is adapted to his handicap. There are many driving schools with cars adapted to the most common handicaps but nobody wanted to accept the challenge to make it possible, opportunity for David to earn his license permit? They say that David handles the computer perfectly with his feet, in which his ability he does have.
It is sad that people with so obvious difficulties many times the surroundings, either social level, economic or of another nature, raise even more obstacles, making it even more difficult than it is already.
But this news also offers us another understanding, the pride to know that although in many occasions we are criticized for our political and ideological reasons and sometimes even for our culture, the truth of the matter is that there are great many avant-garde people like the driving school Irrintzi that are daring to take the adventure, as this one, showing that the Basques are neither better nor worse then others, but we are, and allow me the expression... AWESOME!
Good luck David and ….. burn rubber.
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This week’s column had a theme that we are not going to talk about, when I already had finished the article and just about to email it I read an article in DEIA that captivated me and at the same time it aroused a lot of queasiness in me.
A driving school of Basauri is teaching to drive the first person in Europe that uses his legs as his arms. For me it is another example of a human overcoming his adversities, but at the same time, the story has much more to say.
David Rivas, is the name of the student, is from Madrid and his problem is that he was born armless. He works coordinating a team of 11 people inside the Integralia Foundation that makes the procedures of appointments at the La Paz Hospital. Ok, this far all is normal. What got my interested was that someone from Madrid had to ask for a month off to be able to come to Euskadi (Basque Country) to face this challenge in trying to earn his driving license with a car that is adapted to his handicap. There are many driving schools with cars adapted to the most common handicaps but nobody wanted to accept the challenge to make it possible, opportunity for David to earn his license permit? They say that David handles the computer perfectly with his feet, in which his ability he does have.
It is sad that people with so obvious difficulties many times the surroundings, either social level, economic or of another nature, raise even more obstacles, making it even more difficult than it is already.
But this news also offers us another understanding, the pride to know that although in many occasions we are criticized for our political and ideological reasons and sometimes even for our culture, the truth of the matter is that there are great many avant-garde people like the driving school Irrintzi that are daring to take the adventure, as this one, showing that the Basques are neither better nor worse then others, but we are, and allow me the expression... AWESOME!
Good luck David and ….. burn rubber.
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domingo, 3 de julio de 2011
TANGER
Published by DEIA, June 30, 2011
Seated in my chair taking notes over my small sensations that comes to my mind in my notebook remembering the first time that I stepped on Moroccan lands, our destiny? The city of Tangier, to attend the Tarab Tangier, international festivity of folk music in which we were invited to share our music with groups of India, Iran, Portugal and Bulgaria.
Tangier is a city in the northern part of Morocco situated at the coasts of the Strait of Gibraltar, and example of a different neighbor’s culture. The Festivity, in his third edition and under the motto Crossroads, took place the 22nd till the 26th of June, in which we performed Saturday the 25th. It’s time to go out on stage and we perform in a privileged surrounding, a Portuguese’s fortress of the XVIIth century on the dock. I was delighted by the spirit of this soul festivity as a distinguish link of artistic and cultural international interchange level. Coincidences of life, we had just released our new project Ultramarinos & Coloniales and, all of a sudden, I see myself walking by those incredible Medinas, (The Medinas are the most exciting places of most of the Moroccan cities. In them are concentrated a great commercial, cultural and free activity of the population) alleys as if fraught mazes of commerces and stands, with unique colors, radiating life. Exclusives corners that is necessary to search for to discover part of this culture and a kind of so odd life. Even in the same festivity they offered us their typical foods with lots of spice, different and very suggestive flavors that are also a part of the surroundings and the culture of a fascinating country. As I understand it I think that is how a festival should be, representing an interchange with the people from out of town, carrying out a true cultural encounter across-the-board.
After the presentation, straight off the street at the old quarter of Bilbao, Ultramarinos & Colonial begins his way walking through the different stages that we will wander around for the next few months. Now it is our turn, let’s pull on stage the rhythms, melodies and all the emotions that we are capable to create: "these are our products". And I insure you that the people of Tangier…Have shopped!!!
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Seated in my chair taking notes over my small sensations that comes to my mind in my notebook remembering the first time that I stepped on Moroccan lands, our destiny? The city of Tangier, to attend the Tarab Tangier, international festivity of folk music in which we were invited to share our music with groups of India, Iran, Portugal and Bulgaria.
Tangier is a city in the northern part of Morocco situated at the coasts of the Strait of Gibraltar, and example of a different neighbor’s culture. The Festivity, in his third edition and under the motto Crossroads, took place the 22nd till the 26th of June, in which we performed Saturday the 25th. It’s time to go out on stage and we perform in a privileged surrounding, a Portuguese’s fortress of the XVIIth century on the dock. I was delighted by the spirit of this soul festivity as a distinguish link of artistic and cultural international interchange level. Coincidences of life, we had just released our new project Ultramarinos & Coloniales and, all of a sudden, I see myself walking by those incredible Medinas, (The Medinas are the most exciting places of most of the Moroccan cities. In them are concentrated a great commercial, cultural and free activity of the population) alleys as if fraught mazes of commerces and stands, with unique colors, radiating life. Exclusives corners that is necessary to search for to discover part of this culture and a kind of so odd life. Even in the same festivity they offered us their typical foods with lots of spice, different and very suggestive flavors that are also a part of the surroundings and the culture of a fascinating country. As I understand it I think that is how a festival should be, representing an interchange with the people from out of town, carrying out a true cultural encounter across-the-board.
After the presentation, straight off the street at the old quarter of Bilbao, Ultramarinos & Colonial begins his way walking through the different stages that we will wander around for the next few months. Now it is our turn, let’s pull on stage the rhythms, melodies and all the emotions that we are capable to create: "these are our products". And I insure you that the people of Tangier…Have shopped!!!
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 26 de junio de 2011
ULTRAMARINOS & COLONIALES
Published by DEIA, June 23, 2011
Inerasable memories of unmistakable aromas and unique characters that they become part of an "external" family that they accompanied the happy and unconscious step of my childhood.
The grocery stores have marked that different view of the close; daily commerce's and above all family style that today in day, for several motives, it´s almost hard to even find one.
Taking a walk by the 7 streets I delved into that memory and I came up with the idea of dedicating them this new record, because at the bottom I have tried to materialize, thanks to music, the same sensations that one experiences when he enters an establishment of that nature, discovering always new details and different aromas, but on a known base.
In this project I have counted only on the collaboration of the musicians of my band, and the fact is that it has been on purpose, because I wanted to get that special sonority that in the course of the years has accompanied me in my concerts, mixed with my compositions where, almost without meaning to, they have kept on surfacing quantity of feelings and own experiences lived in these few years. I want to thank to all and every one of the people that have helped to “wrap up” this dream in that brown paper for the effort and the support and, mainly, to José Luís Canal, for his attitude and the dedicated affection while we traveled side by side to far away places of the soul to bring part of rhythms and the melodies that the album holds.
The cycles follow and the stories repeat itself, and these commerce will return to reappear. I am sure, because I believe that we live in a moment where we begin to appraise and needing more of the real than the superfluous or the accessory for very nice, perfect and practical that they can sell it. Each day we agreed and we look intensely for the heart of the essence, escaping of the right things but insipid, of the perfect but empty.
With freedom and the confidence of what it is offered. Insurance of quality and the affection put in this elaboration and presentation: ULTRAMARINOS & COLONIALES (GROCERY & COLONIAL STORE), because always there are music fluttering in the memories
www.kepajunkera.com
Inerasable memories of unmistakable aromas and unique characters that they become part of an "external" family that they accompanied the happy and unconscious step of my childhood.
The grocery stores have marked that different view of the close; daily commerce's and above all family style that today in day, for several motives, it´s almost hard to even find one.
Taking a walk by the 7 streets I delved into that memory and I came up with the idea of dedicating them this new record, because at the bottom I have tried to materialize, thanks to music, the same sensations that one experiences when he enters an establishment of that nature, discovering always new details and different aromas, but on a known base.
In this project I have counted only on the collaboration of the musicians of my band, and the fact is that it has been on purpose, because I wanted to get that special sonority that in the course of the years has accompanied me in my concerts, mixed with my compositions where, almost without meaning to, they have kept on surfacing quantity of feelings and own experiences lived in these few years. I want to thank to all and every one of the people that have helped to “wrap up” this dream in that brown paper for the effort and the support and, mainly, to José Luís Canal, for his attitude and the dedicated affection while we traveled side by side to far away places of the soul to bring part of rhythms and the melodies that the album holds.
The cycles follow and the stories repeat itself, and these commerce will return to reappear. I am sure, because I believe that we live in a moment where we begin to appraise and needing more of the real than the superfluous or the accessory for very nice, perfect and practical that they can sell it. Each day we agreed and we look intensely for the heart of the essence, escaping of the right things but insipid, of the perfect but empty.
With freedom and the confidence of what it is offered. Insurance of quality and the affection put in this elaboration and presentation: ULTRAMARINOS & COLONIALES (GROCERY & COLONIAL STORE), because always there are music fluttering in the memories
www.kepajunkera.com
lunes, 20 de junio de 2011
AHOTS MUGAK
Published by DEIA, June 16, 2011
AN anniversary is something that does not have less relevance because of its repetitive, it depends the same one belonging to the nature of the event that stands out.
Next Saturday, June 18, will have place in the Church of San Juan Bautista Saint of Leioa a very special concert that will begin the 10th year celebration of Leioa Kantika Korala, a commemoration that reflects the effort of many people making won choral music, albums and with a great deal, very much, talent. At 8:30 p.m., and in addition to Kantika, also will participate in the same act, the juvenile chorus of feminine voices The Kantoria and San Abesbatza, of mixed voices, all belonging to the Municipal Conservatory´s Choral School of Leioa, inaugurating three compositions entrusted and written specially for that day by Xabier Sarasola, Josu Elberdin and Javier Busto.
I have always sought to intertwine the sound of the different instruments among themselves. The sum of their personalities is a magical combination. The voice is the most complex and perfect instrument God forbid existed and the sound that it is capable to express has gotten to excite us during thousands of years that we all have brought ourselves near to that so complex and demanding world. For some time now I have been collaborating with Leioa Kantika Korala, trying to investigate, to discover and to create next to them, a whole world of shared sonorities, converting this collaboration in a fascinating adventure and a true pleasure.
In future dates Leioa Kantika Korala will share their music through the Catalan lands, the French Provence and Sunday, July 24 in Zornotza Amorebieta, next to the great Xabier Amuriza and ourselves, that we will present, one more time, the spectacle Beti Bizi, with a fusion of voices, ancient Biscayan ballads, melodies of dance and a lot of illusion.
With the most ancient, the voice, you write down new full spaces of shades, colors and textures that I am absolutely delighted by... ZORIONAK eta mila esker!!! (Congratulations and Thank you!!!)
www.kepajunkera.com
AN anniversary is something that does not have less relevance because of its repetitive, it depends the same one belonging to the nature of the event that stands out.
Next Saturday, June 18, will have place in the Church of San Juan Bautista Saint of Leioa a very special concert that will begin the 10th year celebration of Leioa Kantika Korala, a commemoration that reflects the effort of many people making won choral music, albums and with a great deal, very much, talent. At 8:30 p.m., and in addition to Kantika, also will participate in the same act, the juvenile chorus of feminine voices The Kantoria and San Abesbatza, of mixed voices, all belonging to the Municipal Conservatory´s Choral School of Leioa, inaugurating three compositions entrusted and written specially for that day by Xabier Sarasola, Josu Elberdin and Javier Busto.
I have always sought to intertwine the sound of the different instruments among themselves. The sum of their personalities is a magical combination. The voice is the most complex and perfect instrument God forbid existed and the sound that it is capable to express has gotten to excite us during thousands of years that we all have brought ourselves near to that so complex and demanding world. For some time now I have been collaborating with Leioa Kantika Korala, trying to investigate, to discover and to create next to them, a whole world of shared sonorities, converting this collaboration in a fascinating adventure and a true pleasure.
In future dates Leioa Kantika Korala will share their music through the Catalan lands, the French Provence and Sunday, July 24 in Zornotza Amorebieta, next to the great Xabier Amuriza and ourselves, that we will present, one more time, the spectacle Beti Bizi, with a fusion of voices, ancient Biscayan ballads, melodies of dance and a lot of illusion.
With the most ancient, the voice, you write down new full spaces of shades, colors and textures that I am absolutely delighted by... ZORIONAK eta mila esker!!! (Congratulations and Thank you!!!)
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 12 de junio de 2011
GORRITI
Published by DEIA, June 9, 2011
I remember a very special visit to one of the most authentic people that I know.
It was cool outside. It was autumn, a luminous day of those but humid at the same time, the ones that I like, with the aroma of the wooden smoke coming out from the chimney. The Malloak in front, as if of a giant-sized painting in three dimensions we talked about and at the front door of his home, its owner, Juan Gorriti, sculptor, painter and a thousand things more, but above all owner of his own destiny like few I have known.
I greet him with a strong hug and after a long and amusing chat he invites me in to taste the beans his wife has prepared. Everything next to Gorriti tastes different; he has the pleasure of what's sincere. A slug of wine, a couple of fried eggs and one already forgets about the problems of the city, hastes, paperwork...
Gorriti is a man with a special magic, with the wisdom of a farm man and the most creative artists' talent. A human being that, unlike other ones, expresses what he feels bluntly, in a natural way. Always it is said that artists receive infinity of influences and I believe that in the case of Gorriti those influences are mutual because anyone that has talked with him or has seen his artworks realizes that inspires life in all that he touches and converts the common, the normal in something with proper and different personality.
I am fascinated with his vision of what surrounds him: “Our villages and farmhouses, mountains, forests, all that surrounds us are big art galleries... ” Their art, their talent, are an accurate reflection of their philosophy of life, without internal wars obscuring their existing, letting oneself get carried away by what is born inside, without filters. And, curiously, that seems the less risky for us all, I believe is what really satisfies him, turning his gaze into something clean and in peace.
All that wraps him up is susceptible to be a part of his art although, particularly, I am delighted with what one is capable of achieving with wood, creating, like Mother Nature, transforming.
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I remember a very special visit to one of the most authentic people that I know.
It was cool outside. It was autumn, a luminous day of those but humid at the same time, the ones that I like, with the aroma of the wooden smoke coming out from the chimney. The Malloak in front, as if of a giant-sized painting in three dimensions we talked about and at the front door of his home, its owner, Juan Gorriti, sculptor, painter and a thousand things more, but above all owner of his own destiny like few I have known.
I greet him with a strong hug and after a long and amusing chat he invites me in to taste the beans his wife has prepared. Everything next to Gorriti tastes different; he has the pleasure of what's sincere. A slug of wine, a couple of fried eggs and one already forgets about the problems of the city, hastes, paperwork...
Gorriti is a man with a special magic, with the wisdom of a farm man and the most creative artists' talent. A human being that, unlike other ones, expresses what he feels bluntly, in a natural way. Always it is said that artists receive infinity of influences and I believe that in the case of Gorriti those influences are mutual because anyone that has talked with him or has seen his artworks realizes that inspires life in all that he touches and converts the common, the normal in something with proper and different personality.
I am fascinated with his vision of what surrounds him: “Our villages and farmhouses, mountains, forests, all that surrounds us are big art galleries... ” Their art, their talent, are an accurate reflection of their philosophy of life, without internal wars obscuring their existing, letting oneself get carried away by what is born inside, without filters. And, curiously, that seems the less risky for us all, I believe is what really satisfies him, turning his gaze into something clean and in peace.
All that wraps him up is susceptible to be a part of his art although, particularly, I am delighted with what one is capable of achieving with wood, creating, like Mother Nature, transforming.
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domingo, 5 de junio de 2011
ITSUMEN?
Published by Deia, June 2, 2011
A crosswalk, stoplight for pedestrians and a blind person with a guide dog arrives at my side. Green! We rapidly cross over; the blind person keeps reading each pull and each turn of the strap of the dog. I suppose that at this point his arm has become another sense more that completes and balance the visual scarcity.
Disabled, handicapped... are words whose use I disagree upon, most of all, for what it is associates to. Is one disabled because he that cannot run the 100 meters in 11 seconds? Or is it the one that does not know about music? Or are we handicapped the ones who cannot see through our hands? Strange definitions
Touching Images is an exposition of photographs in relief of known celebrities, divided in two halls; The Ondare Hall, at María Díaz of Haro St. and the BBK Hall, at the Gran Vía, both in Bilbao, and will be exposed till the 30th of June. The artificer of all this is the photographer Juan Torre, that thought that it would be interesting to be able to bring closer a photographic exposition to the blind people by means of reliefs That will allow them to discover all the details of the image but without using the sense of sight, just the touch. No sooner said than done, Juan began to call on his models, which I am included among them, taking my snapshots. He contacted the company Estudios Durero who worked on creating the necessary relief to each photograph in order to achieve the depths, textures and shapes.
What an incredible experience, closing one's eyes and facing the image only with your fingers! It’s so strange to see with your hands, to examine by touch each wrinkle or each relief of the photo.
I imagine that using the sense of touch, learning from zero will be something like when one discovers the different concepts that encloses the music and begins to listen instead of hearing, one step that requires effort and, most of all, unlearning what was learned until then.
Exciting how our brain, sometimes, we have to format part of the information to install new concepts. Forgetting what has been learned is necessary, sometimes, to learn the unknown.
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A crosswalk, stoplight for pedestrians and a blind person with a guide dog arrives at my side. Green! We rapidly cross over; the blind person keeps reading each pull and each turn of the strap of the dog. I suppose that at this point his arm has become another sense more that completes and balance the visual scarcity.
Disabled, handicapped... are words whose use I disagree upon, most of all, for what it is associates to. Is one disabled because he that cannot run the 100 meters in 11 seconds? Or is it the one that does not know about music? Or are we handicapped the ones who cannot see through our hands? Strange definitions
Touching Images is an exposition of photographs in relief of known celebrities, divided in two halls; The Ondare Hall, at María Díaz of Haro St. and the BBK Hall, at the Gran Vía, both in Bilbao, and will be exposed till the 30th of June. The artificer of all this is the photographer Juan Torre, that thought that it would be interesting to be able to bring closer a photographic exposition to the blind people by means of reliefs That will allow them to discover all the details of the image but without using the sense of sight, just the touch. No sooner said than done, Juan began to call on his models, which I am included among them, taking my snapshots. He contacted the company Estudios Durero who worked on creating the necessary relief to each photograph in order to achieve the depths, textures and shapes.
What an incredible experience, closing one's eyes and facing the image only with your fingers! It’s so strange to see with your hands, to examine by touch each wrinkle or each relief of the photo.
I imagine that using the sense of touch, learning from zero will be something like when one discovers the different concepts that encloses the music and begins to listen instead of hearing, one step that requires effort and, most of all, unlearning what was learned until then.
Exciting how our brain, sometimes, we have to format part of the information to install new concepts. Forgetting what has been learned is necessary, sometimes, to learn the unknown.
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domingo, 29 de mayo de 2011
PAGASARRI
Published by DEIA, May 26, 2011
Returning from Madrid from a collaboration, several meetings and the Music Award’s Event still in my mind. Just before coming to Bilbo I notice the slopes of Pagasarri and I discover the leafiness and the coloring of a spring in its complete effervescence. Passed a few days I decide to take a stroll around there.
The mountain Pagasarri belongs to Ganekogorta's mountain mass that, with its 1,000 meters of height, which is a natural border between the territories of Bizkaia and Araba. In the trajectory I can clearly see that the Paga is alive and vitality becoming the lungs of such a frantic city like Bilbao. In an article they commented that this area lodges surprisingly a rich fauna that, without a doubt, revalue’s the surroundings with residents like the aesculapius snake, the peregrine falcon or the sparrow hawk among others. With a burning sun on top I continue my walk throw the intense green grasslands and seeing some more and more privileged sights thinking about how difficult it is to me to believe that animal species so savage may inhabit a place so near to a dense urban nucleus like Bilbao than it seems that it would have to have lost his ecological value, as if the same went by human patterns.
Nature does not circumscribe only to distant and paradisiacal places. Animal and vegetal species, that now seem ecological treasures for us, thousand years ago it did not populate our lands exemplifying that nature is somewhat lively, changing, that evolves and develops itself for parameters, I would even say, we are unaware of in great measure. Before sparrow hawks, falcons, etc were species that we only could see in books or visiting very distant and agrestal areas. Today, even in surroundings so humanized like the Pagasarri, we can enjoy them.
Let's not get carried away always of pessimistic and alarming messages, true it is that not all is good but it is not less true that we achieve bigger things. I believe that we have to learn from the animals, because only they get carried away by their instinct, for what they need and what they are. And they always CORRECT. Maybe someday even we will learn, right?
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Returning from Madrid from a collaboration, several meetings and the Music Award’s Event still in my mind. Just before coming to Bilbo I notice the slopes of Pagasarri and I discover the leafiness and the coloring of a spring in its complete effervescence. Passed a few days I decide to take a stroll around there.
The mountain Pagasarri belongs to Ganekogorta's mountain mass that, with its 1,000 meters of height, which is a natural border between the territories of Bizkaia and Araba. In the trajectory I can clearly see that the Paga is alive and vitality becoming the lungs of such a frantic city like Bilbao. In an article they commented that this area lodges surprisingly a rich fauna that, without a doubt, revalue’s the surroundings with residents like the aesculapius snake, the peregrine falcon or the sparrow hawk among others. With a burning sun on top I continue my walk throw the intense green grasslands and seeing some more and more privileged sights thinking about how difficult it is to me to believe that animal species so savage may inhabit a place so near to a dense urban nucleus like Bilbao than it seems that it would have to have lost his ecological value, as if the same went by human patterns.
Nature does not circumscribe only to distant and paradisiacal places. Animal and vegetal species, that now seem ecological treasures for us, thousand years ago it did not populate our lands exemplifying that nature is somewhat lively, changing, that evolves and develops itself for parameters, I would even say, we are unaware of in great measure. Before sparrow hawks, falcons, etc were species that we only could see in books or visiting very distant and agrestal areas. Today, even in surroundings so humanized like the Pagasarri, we can enjoy them.
Let's not get carried away always of pessimistic and alarming messages, true it is that not all is good but it is not less true that we achieve bigger things. I believe that we have to learn from the animals, because only they get carried away by their instinct, for what they need and what they are. And they always CORRECT. Maybe someday even we will learn, right?
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 22 de mayo de 2011
SILBO
Published in DEIA, May 19, 2011
It’s has been pondering in my head for quite awhile about the different adaptations that throughout history of the many animal species as in the plant world have carried out. And the most mind-blowing of them is the role that the planet and its circumstances play as like architect of the molding of each and everyone and one of them in terms of the needs of the individual.
Some days ago I visited the city of The Lagoon, in Tenerife, (The Canary Islands) to collaborate with my friend Rogelio Botanz in his recording of a CD-DVD, in which he glimpsed back at his career surrounded by different friends. Rogelio was born in Legazpi a small town in Guipuzcoa, but leaving to do the military service in Tenerife and, ever since, he lives there, dedicated to teaching in addition to the music. So much so that Rogelio has become an absolute specialist in island sonorities in which I would personally highlight one that is of the "Silbo Gomero".
Aside from having been declared Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity and of being an expression of the cultural folkways of The Gomera, the "Silbo" (Whistling) is one of the most incredible adaptations carried out by the man. It consists in using a complex variety of whistles and to make with it a means of communication, which makes them to be understood for people that are far away from others. As well said by my friend Rogelio, expert in this area about the "Silbo", it is not a language in itself, but a substitutive way and, of course, the correct reflection of the capacity of the human being’s overcoming.
This way of communication, not only demands a great power when whistling, but also a control of its technique cause, for the wealth of its vocabulary, the acoustic resources of the oral cavity are used to its fullest. Although before the "Silbo" was showed from teacher to pupil today and thanks to the effort of a great many people they give Silbo's classes in all the schools of the island, achieving its use, knowledge and survival between the new generations. A huge treasure.
We are a result of what we need and the sum of what we have turns into a reflection of what we can become to be.
www.kepajunkera.com
It’s has been pondering in my head for quite awhile about the different adaptations that throughout history of the many animal species as in the plant world have carried out. And the most mind-blowing of them is the role that the planet and its circumstances play as like architect of the molding of each and everyone and one of them in terms of the needs of the individual.
Some days ago I visited the city of The Lagoon, in Tenerife, (The Canary Islands) to collaborate with my friend Rogelio Botanz in his recording of a CD-DVD, in which he glimpsed back at his career surrounded by different friends. Rogelio was born in Legazpi a small town in Guipuzcoa, but leaving to do the military service in Tenerife and, ever since, he lives there, dedicated to teaching in addition to the music. So much so that Rogelio has become an absolute specialist in island sonorities in which I would personally highlight one that is of the "Silbo Gomero".
Aside from having been declared Intangible Cultural Heritage of Humanity and of being an expression of the cultural folkways of The Gomera, the "Silbo" (Whistling) is one of the most incredible adaptations carried out by the man. It consists in using a complex variety of whistles and to make with it a means of communication, which makes them to be understood for people that are far away from others. As well said by my friend Rogelio, expert in this area about the "Silbo", it is not a language in itself, but a substitutive way and, of course, the correct reflection of the capacity of the human being’s overcoming.
This way of communication, not only demands a great power when whistling, but also a control of its technique cause, for the wealth of its vocabulary, the acoustic resources of the oral cavity are used to its fullest. Although before the "Silbo" was showed from teacher to pupil today and thanks to the effort of a great many people they give Silbo's classes in all the schools of the island, achieving its use, knowledge and survival between the new generations. A huge treasure.
We are a result of what we need and the sum of what we have turns into a reflection of what we can become to be.
www.kepajunkera.com
domingo, 15 de mayo de 2011
LLARIEGU
Published by DEIA, May 12, 2011
Just a few days ago I visited the city of Gijon because I collaborated in recorded a CD - DVD on behalf of the Band of Gaitas of Llariegu. I know that it sounds a little bit as a topic but every time that I visit Cantabria, Asturias or Galicia, for a concert or to collaborate with musicians of the area, I feel very special things because of the different encounters and at the same time being unique. And I say that after traveling through so many countries in which I feel very comfortable, yet there is something in these communities and in their people that fills me with energy and makes me feel just as in home.
In this occasion I was going to spend a few days collaborating with the band of bagpipes due to the complexity of the project: Preparation, rehearsals, concert, etc. Now what really caught my interest are the passion and the desire that each and every members of the band had in every moment. The Gaitas's Band of Llariegu is an amateur band, of enthusiastic people having much talent that has nothing to envy any professional group since by not living by the music doesn’t sincerely make a difference at the time of effort and to embroider a project as we were doing.
Our first encounter was in their site of rehearsal, in Sariegu, where for the first time I felt the true potential of the group with the percussions and the bagpipes clobbering to the maximum. What a sound! How much strength! It is incredible to feel yourself wrapped up with so much energy and to be able to contribute with your own that, at the same time, multiplies by moment.
The concert was in La Laboral of Gijon, ancient university recycled now in a building for several activities and with a very special charm. A curious and shocking place all at the same time. The repertoire was of the most interesting and in my case I played several themes of the Breton culturehttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif while we interpreted some parades it reminded harmoniously to me our arin-arin.
The first impression, so many times, is the one that counts, although, at times, we make a great effort in dimming our feeling with our minds.
I drew a smile the first day that I listened to them and I thought: “It is clear that the musical travels by air ...” Let's not give it a second thought.
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Just a few days ago I visited the city of Gijon because I collaborated in recorded a CD - DVD on behalf of the Band of Gaitas of Llariegu. I know that it sounds a little bit as a topic but every time that I visit Cantabria, Asturias or Galicia, for a concert or to collaborate with musicians of the area, I feel very special things because of the different encounters and at the same time being unique. And I say that after traveling through so many countries in which I feel very comfortable, yet there is something in these communities and in their people that fills me with energy and makes me feel just as in home.
In this occasion I was going to spend a few days collaborating with the band of bagpipes due to the complexity of the project: Preparation, rehearsals, concert, etc. Now what really caught my interest are the passion and the desire that each and every members of the band had in every moment. The Gaitas's Band of Llariegu is an amateur band, of enthusiastic people having much talent that has nothing to envy any professional group since by not living by the music doesn’t sincerely make a difference at the time of effort and to embroider a project as we were doing.
Our first encounter was in their site of rehearsal, in Sariegu, where for the first time I felt the true potential of the group with the percussions and the bagpipes clobbering to the maximum. What a sound! How much strength! It is incredible to feel yourself wrapped up with so much energy and to be able to contribute with your own that, at the same time, multiplies by moment.
The concert was in La Laboral of Gijon, ancient university recycled now in a building for several activities and with a very special charm. A curious and shocking place all at the same time. The repertoire was of the most interesting and in my case I played several themes of the Breton culturehttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif while we interpreted some parades it reminded harmoniously to me our arin-arin.
The first impression, so many times, is the one that counts, although, at times, we make a great effort in dimming our feeling with our minds.
I drew a smile the first day that I listened to them and I thought: “It is clear that the musical travels by air ...” Let's not give it a second thought.
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domingo, 8 de mayo de 2011
BIDEAK
Published by DEIA, April 28, 2011
EUNANTE, situated in Navarre, is a precious jewel consider of the Knights of Templars in the route to the Sepulture of St. James.
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It seems so curious that so many times the path in which we have already traveled from in which today surround us has come to us along time ago. A bill of exchange of those that we use to carry payments and cashing payments has a close connection, to my surprise with the Middle Ages and with a very famous chivalric order.
In the year 1119, nine of French Knights carried out vows of poverty, obedience and chastity. They were lodged in the stables of King Balduino II of Jerusalem that he constructed over the ruins of the Temple of Solomon. They were The Poor Knights of the Temple of Solomon, otherwise called Templars, half monk, half soldier. Their mission was preserving the many pilgrims of the holy places. And that is where this order became a type of bank of pilgrims that traveled to meet with the Holy Sepulcher. They needed to take a lot of money and an enormous infrastructure if they wanted to carry out their journey the pilgrims, in which is why The Templers signed for them a series of bills for which they could exchange for lodge, food etc. in each Templar commission of the road. In return the Templars calculated by means of the different documents the costs and they charged them with the had proven to have from their departure staying with all of the money, thhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gife lands and houses if the pilgrim was perishing in the company. That way, in 2 centuries of existence the Templars treasured such an incredible wealth that the same king of France and the Pope of the epoch, finished with their Order’s adventure due to conflicting interests. The Knights, war-like monks and swords flow in a formulate banking system that even today we continue working with, demonstrating the multiple existing springs in the human essence.
What a strange existing surprise the relationship between the bill of exchange and The Knights of Templar and at the same time how fascinating to think all what’s is still to know and to discover.
C’est the vie!
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EUNANTE, situated in Navarre, is a precious jewel consider of the Knights of Templars in the route to the Sepulture of St. James.
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It seems so curious that so many times the path in which we have already traveled from in which today surround us has come to us along time ago. A bill of exchange of those that we use to carry payments and cashing payments has a close connection, to my surprise with the Middle Ages and with a very famous chivalric order.
In the year 1119, nine of French Knights carried out vows of poverty, obedience and chastity. They were lodged in the stables of King Balduino II of Jerusalem that he constructed over the ruins of the Temple of Solomon. They were The Poor Knights of the Temple of Solomon, otherwise called Templars, half monk, half soldier. Their mission was preserving the many pilgrims of the holy places. And that is where this order became a type of bank of pilgrims that traveled to meet with the Holy Sepulcher. They needed to take a lot of money and an enormous infrastructure if they wanted to carry out their journey the pilgrims, in which is why The Templers signed for them a series of bills for which they could exchange for lodge, food etc. in each Templar commission of the road. In return the Templars calculated by means of the different documents the costs and they charged them with the had proven to have from their departure staying with all of the money, thhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gife lands and houses if the pilgrim was perishing in the company. That way, in 2 centuries of existence the Templars treasured such an incredible wealth that the same king of France and the Pope of the epoch, finished with their Order’s adventure due to conflicting interests. The Knights, war-like monks and swords flow in a formulate banking system that even today we continue working with, demonstrating the multiple existing springs in the human essence.
What a strange existing surprise the relationship between the bill of exchange and The Knights of Templar and at the same time how fascinating to think all what’s is still to know and to discover.
C’est the vie!
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domingo, 1 de mayo de 2011
ILUSIONAK
Published by DEIA, April 21, 2011
It is very easy to say that we should have illusion when everything is going all right, when our vital expectations are intact. What's difficult is keeping the same attitude when something goes the wrong way, a disease or an event can tarnish all that until then we believed and became the illusion and the passion into memories of a dream we wanted.
Jason Becker is a born guitar player in United States, July of 1969. From a very young boy he began to play the guitar by ear, in a self-educated way, and soon he was interpreting Dylan's, Clapton’s, Hendrix’s songs etc so that, thanks to his unorthodox way of evolving, went beyond the influences of his teachers and managed to develop an own style becoming one of the best guitar players of all times. At the age of 20 Jason was diagnosed with the disease of Lou Gehrig, a disease that left him at wheelchair.
But this has not made him quit and now, instead of interpreting, he composes music and continues to be working and fighting to break new frontiers, becoming another example of the amazing capacity of the human being to surpass obstacles, transforming a feeling of survival into something almost miraculous and fascinating. The true effort is finding a way to be able to grab on hope, even when that that we were excited about had disappeared forever. Normally it is necessary to knock down the barriers that we all have internally, the ones that almost always are nourished by the suffering and the fear of loss and to failure. Why people with so hard lives a priori achieve so many goals and dreams while others not? The fear to lose what we have tortures us, belittle us and makes us not be all that we can be. It is complicated that that one that believes that has nothing to lose is afraid of it and perhaps... Won't that be its true secret and at the same time paradoxically his true fortune? Let's brush fear aside and let's enjoy of what life offers us, it is an obligation.
So... Gentlemen do game !
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It is very easy to say that we should have illusion when everything is going all right, when our vital expectations are intact. What's difficult is keeping the same attitude when something goes the wrong way, a disease or an event can tarnish all that until then we believed and became the illusion and the passion into memories of a dream we wanted.
Jason Becker is a born guitar player in United States, July of 1969. From a very young boy he began to play the guitar by ear, in a self-educated way, and soon he was interpreting Dylan's, Clapton’s, Hendrix’s songs etc so that, thanks to his unorthodox way of evolving, went beyond the influences of his teachers and managed to develop an own style becoming one of the best guitar players of all times. At the age of 20 Jason was diagnosed with the disease of Lou Gehrig, a disease that left him at wheelchair.
But this has not made him quit and now, instead of interpreting, he composes music and continues to be working and fighting to break new frontiers, becoming another example of the amazing capacity of the human being to surpass obstacles, transforming a feeling of survival into something almost miraculous and fascinating. The true effort is finding a way to be able to grab on hope, even when that that we were excited about had disappeared forever. Normally it is necessary to knock down the barriers that we all have internally, the ones that almost always are nourished by the suffering and the fear of loss and to failure. Why people with so hard lives a priori achieve so many goals and dreams while others not? The fear to lose what we have tortures us, belittle us and makes us not be all that we can be. It is complicated that that one that believes that has nothing to lose is afraid of it and perhaps... Won't that be its true secret and at the same time paradoxically his true fortune? Let's brush fear aside and let's enjoy of what life offers us, it is an obligation.
So... Gentlemen do game !
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domingo, 24 de abril de 2011
HEGALDIAK
Published by DEIA, April 14, 2011
WE ARE waiting in the runway. You look through the window and, sincerely, your mouth starts to dry. The turbine of the motors accelerates, the brake to the maximum potency and almost all the possible sensations all crowded up just before the beginning of our journey.
The sound of the airplane’s motors is something that always made my hair stands on end by the force and potency that is guessed. All of a sudden, perhaps pushed by the circumstances, the commander steps on the gas and you feel that you sink more and more in the seat, experimenting physically the converging of a lot of forces on our bodies. And at the same as centuries ago the sailors of those wooden ships let loose the moorings and began a long and unpredictable journey, we fly in the sky and we internally emulate dashing to the unknown in an always hostile means for the human being, as it is air.
This is often the succession of feelings that often I experience upon the take-off traveling by air and that is that, as much as I try, I’m not accustom at all to this about flying. Neither can I say that I should have an exacerbated fear but it is true that I keep found feelings inside of me. Definitely I should be talking about respect and that many times comes to life because neither it is acquainted nor do we dominate the process that entails this act.
It is surprising to see how our mind plays dirty tricks. Flying by air does not physically vary in nothing to when we ride a car or travel by train, but the mind tells us that we are flying and that we do not touch firm ground.
And that becomes respect, and maybe even fear, that in which we do not know how to assume ends up restricting us.
While I pick up my suitcases and I walk to the car sometimes I see how again another airplane takes off and I think about everybody that travels in that craft, in all that they leave behind and what they take accompanied of that powerful and forceful sound track that is the adventure of life.
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WE ARE waiting in the runway. You look through the window and, sincerely, your mouth starts to dry. The turbine of the motors accelerates, the brake to the maximum potency and almost all the possible sensations all crowded up just before the beginning of our journey.
The sound of the airplane’s motors is something that always made my hair stands on end by the force and potency that is guessed. All of a sudden, perhaps pushed by the circumstances, the commander steps on the gas and you feel that you sink more and more in the seat, experimenting physically the converging of a lot of forces on our bodies. And at the same as centuries ago the sailors of those wooden ships let loose the moorings and began a long and unpredictable journey, we fly in the sky and we internally emulate dashing to the unknown in an always hostile means for the human being, as it is air.
This is often the succession of feelings that often I experience upon the take-off traveling by air and that is that, as much as I try, I’m not accustom at all to this about flying. Neither can I say that I should have an exacerbated fear but it is true that I keep found feelings inside of me. Definitely I should be talking about respect and that many times comes to life because neither it is acquainted nor do we dominate the process that entails this act.
It is surprising to see how our mind plays dirty tricks. Flying by air does not physically vary in nothing to when we ride a car or travel by train, but the mind tells us that we are flying and that we do not touch firm ground.
And that becomes respect, and maybe even fear, that in which we do not know how to assume ends up restricting us.
While I pick up my suitcases and I walk to the car sometimes I see how again another airplane takes off and I think about everybody that travels in that craft, in all that they leave behind and what they take accompanied of that powerful and forceful sound track that is the adventure of life.
www.kepajunkera.com
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