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Published on Dec 15, 2009
´Bolero es la vida`. Bolero is life. Gabriel Garcia Marquez. And in my life I shamelessly depend on cigarettes. Mario Quintana, the bright brasilian poet wrote: ´I do not trust people who do not smoke, since smoking is also a form of sighing`.
I dedicate this video to my close, smokers friends. The kind of friends that we are capable of spending hours talking and by smoking we exorcise the evil spirits, as though words are not a powerful enough weapon. Here are their portraits, viewed through my camera. Still, having a bit of sense left, I strongly disencourrage people to this addiction.
One of my favourite boleros is ´un cigarillo, la lluvia y tu` by Alberto Cortés. One of the bolero singers that I adore is Felipe Pirela, 1941, Maracaibo, Venezuela- 1972, San Juan, Puerto Rico.
He had an adventurous life which took him in glory or in escape allmost all over the Americas up to the fatal for his life Puerto Rico. An expressive, soft, tender, youthful tenor voice using nasal and throat sonorities that opera loves to hate. A legendary voice from South América.
Un cigarillo, la lluvia y tu, me trastornan Dejo mis lábios sobre tu piel, me vuelvo loco La posesión del momento ya se olvido del invierno, Que a la ventana se asoma, buscando sus brazos muertos. Cupido mira desde un cristal de locura Crea imposibles de invocacion a la luna La melodia salvaje que esta inventando la noche Se detiene en nuestro instante con un cálido reproche. Cuando se acuerde la aurora De arrebatarnos los sueños Seran petalos de otoño No podra nunca barrerlos.