If I were that warrior!
¡yo Fuera is carried guerrero!
If my dream comes true!
¡It sueño me if cumpliera!
An army of warriors led by me
¡A mí por Ejército de valientes guiado
and victory, and the applause of all Memphis!
y la victoria, y el aplauso around Memphis!
E a te, mia dolce Aida,
And you, my sweet Aida,
di lauri belt turn
laurels back tight in
Dirtie pugnato ho per te,
Tell you I fought for you,
Vinto ho per te!
for you I give up!
(AIDA: Act I, Scene I. Giuseppe Verdi / Antonio Ghislanzoni)
After months and months with the left and hanging blog site as a ham in a drier Trévelez today plays a somewhat atypical post for what used to publish Invincible, although in recent times had been my usual political commentary interspersed with some more personal. So today not throw me to the jugular ZETAPAD I.
Top intoning the opening lines of Celeste Aida, Verdi although my voice is far (but far) from that of an opera diva. But even with cockerels and hoarseness remain on the scene, unlike Roberto Alagna a few years ago at the Teatro alla Scala and without requiring an entire Riccardo Muti conducting my performance. Precisely the reverse : Medinasidonia has been transmuted by a minute just to say that Radames has fought and defeated. (*)
The Celeste Aida is the famous aria that begins the opera, and is especially difficult to interpret successfully (the first part beginning with " quel guerrier io Fossi is ...) because the singer should be used to fund his throat still cold right out on stage. So you have to train and train, rehearse and rehearse. Be persistent, believe in their own abilities, self-esteem, to fight and win. That will bring success to an opera singer at a difficult time as the start of the role of Radames in Aida or Medinasidonia in occasional thick momentillo had. Or it can lead to failure as the said Alagna at that time in the legendary theater Lombard.
Roberto Alagna is a French prima donna with an ego as from here to Melbourne whose greatest merit in my opinion it is about being married to Angela Gheorghiu, a bel canto exceptional (the Violet and La Traviata all his Mimi in La Boheme reach the levels of Callas and Tebaldi) in contrast to her husband, a good singer but far from Domingo, Pavarotti and Kraus or does not happen at the sole of the slippers to the great Mario del Monaco .
I have a big fucking ego, it's true. For example, from here to Sydney. Although at the time that I have, I also laugh (Descojonado, I would say) myself. Taken too seriously as Alagna fleeing the scene before the boos from the crowd Milan is for idiots.
So today, although obviously we are at March 21 rather than on the fourth Thursday of the eleventh month of the year, and although I've eaten today is far from being a huge turkey with cranberry sauce , today is my " Thanksgiving Day " personal.
I spent time just a bit complicated. Several months of the craziest of my life with a series of events that I have had very little slope in my blog , among other things. In fact, I think in recent months that have elapsed since I published very little "cobwebs Pafuera " and "All'alba Vincerò , which were almost followed for obvious reasons. Finally finished the story with the previous post, that of " Printing, Rising Sun" and how wide I stayed.
As many readers know, I spent a couple of years in darkness. wrote a post once last August I started working again as CEO of a power distribution company. Two long years waiting to enter a place so sad is bad luck, but by that time had run out of options to choose. The company was crappy as ever was (and have) seen, and the truth is that when I did interviews and I feared what eventually happened. And shabby at all I mean the lack of tables minimalist Scandinavian design by Arne Jacobsen and mobile galactic apple rainbow: by crappy I mean they were not mobile because the operator had cut the line by default. Tables tables what is said, had, even better save me tell you how they were. They also had computers ... if you take yours to the office, of course.
the end and the disaster that was the company and with the invaluable help of the famous financial crisis was the suspension of payments. No surprise, on the other. But I'll stop wasting time telling the movie based on a Stephen King book that were the months in which I worked at the company in question back in Parla: We'll leave it at that was the worst experience of my life and I be (enough) money yet.
Before counting what I did since then, in addition to sending many curricula obviously, I remember what I said in several post : my beliefs are far from being Catholic. Many years ago I came to this conclusion despite having been educated in Catholic schools in San Sebastian and Zaragoza, or perhaps because of it. But he also made clear that my problem as I have said many times is with the Catholic Church, but no problems with God. My
Catholic Masses and other events of the past 25 years are limited almost exclusively to family and friends weddings, christenings, funerals (few, thankfully) and nothing else. The truth is that my mother thinks I'm practically an atheist, but my mother is overly exaggerated, and forgiveness by redundancy.
Anyway, the point is that to find a solution that was urgent, I thought that besides the obvious would be a good idea to do something new. It was Albert Einstein who said something like doing the same thing, the best will get the same results so holy to suck the sponsoring cases like this was something new for me. Many readers have heard of the famous prayer to Saint Jude: It is assumed that you pray ... etvoilà! , problem solved, or so says the marketing you Catholic. Then you have to make public what has been achieved in a newspaper, Internet or any another mass medium, "San Judas Tadeo this gracious concession sponsors." More marketing Catholic.
But the truth is that it does seem to work, or maybe it's that I needed and requested, and with such vehemence that the universe inside the final notice, and he answered me. And I said okay, yes. And here comes the meaning of this post : I am now serving with the treatment that my turn, and nothing better to advertise that I used and I have done much to make a post on my own blog.
Back in October last year, I decided to turn my professional status. The most interesting part of my professional situation was that he had no professional status. Or that not many laps and compliments: That was unemployed, pussy. Since closed cutrempresa that I was talking about earlier.
Anyway, I eventually teamed up with a friend of those of the lifetime ( twenty years), and decided to start a business. In that I have been busy in recent months. I will not bore you, surprised readers (surprised it has come to write something here), with an announcement of my company, and I'll post here a nice powerpoint with who we are and do. I will just say that with the invaluable help of my brothers (one in a more economic and the other in a moral sense, but equally invaluable), we are in the market again, with more desire than ever to do things. And do not tell the "invaluable" help of my brothers because they will pay, as there is no God yes.
So as you can see, my main concern has been a "miracle? solution. I repeat: what you think please, I am left with mine. Well, I still have to make money with this, incidentally. But the step has been taken, I'm happy as a partridge and things will work out because we do things right. Speaking
the title of this blog, Invincible was never defeated, despite the misguided popular belief and sectarian literature Anglophile. Philip II sent to fight the British, but instead of heretics found storms and hurricanes. However foundering (never defeat, insist) in any case meant the end of the English Empire, only a slight setback. Alonso Pérez de Guzmán El Bueno, Duke of Medina Sidonia VII in front of the Grande and most happy was an incompetent Navy is irrelevant in this case. Marease that boat, too.
So maybe my nick in this blog should have been Santa Cruz, the old Marquis Don Alvaro de Bazán, who died in Lisbon shortly before departure of the Invincible: Some historians think that the hero of Lepanto become a grandee of Spain by Philip II (" ... by the sun, your lordship, by the sun ) was poisoned by agents with him in England since the compared the outcome could have been different. However, as storms have fallen on English galleons. Perhaps the fleet would have prevented the jetty waiting in Flanders of the troops of Alexander Farnese ... but it is a sterile ucronia consider those things. And I digress from the purpose of this post . Although I made a little detour, I recall the sinking of the British Contraarmada a couple of years later off the coast of La Coruna: a disaster similar to the English in the account of the Perfidious Albion and the pirate Francis Drake.
Anyway, it was just a reminder that history deals for everyone. And that I refrain from commenting about the siege of Cartagena de Indias, a loss of biblical proportions for the Royal Navy and a win (another) of historic magnitude to the English Armada Real .
But I was saying: The Medinasidonia signing this blog never trip by boat, is from San Sebastian, English and Real Madrid: Proud and sometimes a bit arrogant even. This Medinasidonia recent years has endured a lot, with the support of many too. Thanks to them this Medinasidonia has been able to survive storms and hurricanes and then was beheaded few heretics have been ahead in the form of difficulties that seemed insurmountable. But I wrote months ago that the Tramontate stelle ... Vincerò All'alba! (Turandot , Act III, Scene 1), and thus exactly happened: They hid the stars and beat him at dawn, as Prince Calaf. Or as Radames (and apologies for mixing in the same paragraph to Verdi and Puccini to Turandot and Aida ).
So here I am, saying THANK YOU and making it public in this post , without attempting to pass unnoticed among ironic comments. This is what we have, we can say higher but hardly more clear: THANK YOU, THANK YOU and THANK YOU, if there is any doubt . Thanks to my family, my friends ... and San Judas Tadeo, that something be done.
I leave here a link a web leading to the site in question. I served, but yourselves. If you want to try, as I said that shampoo commercial, " you have nothing to lose, only dandruff."
I still be Catholic, indeed. No relationship between one thing and another: At the end of the day when San Judas Tadeo lived, or had no Catholic Church anything. San Judas only one face of danger and just before the soldiers of Rome, the Babylonians and the band of bastards who then dominated the world. There is ná .
PS: Damn, what she longed to publish this post !
(*) admit that I have seen the video on YouTube , my ear is far from being the public understanding of Teatro alla Scala . Or is the sound of my PC, which is not to pull rockets, or the whistles were for something else: For me, the aria is correct but I'm just an amateur therein.
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