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[jackredfieldwasmyjacob]

Vetusta Morla - Al Respirar (En Directo)

AL RESPIRAR - VETUSTA MORLA

First of all, here’s the previous post in the spanishmaravillas tag (not counting the one from today, that was a special post): https://jackdragon20.tumblr.com/post/185312649946/v%C3%ADa

Today I’m gonna talk not specially about a wildly popular song in Spain (although the group itself I think it’s kinda known), but about one of my favourite groups, that are the prime example of the genre that I think is flourishing the most in Spain recently, the indie (rock) scene.

So, let’s start!

So, “Vetusta Morla” (”Ancient Morla”, is a The Neverending Story reference) is a Spanish “indie rock” group that as I said, are the prime example of the, in my opinion, best genre in modern Spanish music scene, the indie / indie rock. They started in 2008, and I actually went to a concert of them last year where they celebrated their 10th anniversary (my dad is a huge fan of them). Also, they are from Madrid, which is also a plus! They have a lot of amazing songs like “Un año más”, “Copenhague”, or their most famous one, “Maldita Dulzura”, and they produce themselves all their albums.

So, this song. It translates to “When Breathing”, or something like that, and it’s a prime example of the feeling of the group and the Spanish indie scene as a whole, vague and profound lyrics, haunting vocals, and a lowkey instrumental.

Here are the lyrics:

Te he dejado en el sillón

I left you in the armchair Las pinturas y una historia en blanco

The paintings and a blank story No hay principio ni final

There’s no beginning or end Sólo lo que quieras ir contando

Just whatever you want to tell

Y al respirar intenta ser quien ponga el aire

And when breathing try being the one who puts you the air Que al inhalar te traiga el mundo de esta parte

That when inhaling brings you the world from this side

Te he dejado en el sillón

I’ve left you in the armchair Las pinturas y una historia en blanco

The paintings and a blank story Yo me marcho a otro lugar

I’m leaving for another place Puede que el viaje sea largo

The trip might be a long one

La burbuja en que crecí nos vendió comodidad

The bubble in which I was raised sold us commodity Y un nudo entre las manos

And a knot between the hands Yo escogí la ambigüedad, tú el fantasma y lo real

I chose ambiguity, you (chose) the ghost and what’s real Todo en el mismo barco

All in the same boat.

Y al respirar propongo ser quien ponga el aire

And while breathing I propose being the one who puts the air Que al inhalar me traiga el mundo de esta parte

That while inhaling brings me the world in this side Y respirar tan fuerte que se rompa el aire

And to breath so strongly that the air breaks Aunque esta vez si no respiro es por no ahogarme

Although this time if I don’t breathe is only not to choke myself

Intenta no respirar

Try not to breathe Intenta no respirar

Try not to breathe

Y al respirar propongo ser quien ponga el aire

And while breathing I propose being the one who puts the air Que al inhalar me traiga el mundo de esta parte

That while inhaling brings me the world from this side Y respirar tan fuerte que se rompa el aire

And to breathe so strongly that the air breaks Aunque esta vez quizá será mejor marcharse

Even though this time would be better if I go

Intenta no respirar

Try not to breathe Intenta no respirar

Try not to breathe

So yeah, I just wanted to introduce you to the Spanish indie scene! If you liked Vetusta Morla, try also listening to similar artists like “Leiva”, “IZAL”, “Miss Caffeina” or “Sidecars”, although I may do some posts on them too someday.

#spanishmaravillas #skam españa #vetusta morla #al respirar #indie #indie scene #spanish indie scene

[annrandano]

Tagged by @dreaming-fireflies​ <3 Thank you so much!! *hugs her*

Rules: answer the questions and tag 15 people you want to know better.

1) Relationship status: Single 8)

2) Lipstick or chapstick: Chapstick, especially in winter cause my lips tend to be really chapped. I’m also really picky with lipstick’s colours, so it takes me years to choose one that fits me xD

3) three favourite foods: I love food, but the ones that make me the happiest probably are paella, pisto and noodles or rice in all their forms.

4) song stuck in your head: "Copacabana” by Izal, go listen to it it’s amazing, I’ve been listening to it before going to sleep and it soothes me in a way I wasn’t expecting it to ;___;

5) last movie you watched: Mother and it blew my mind cause it’s hugely metaphorical but it’s hard to understand why.

6) top three shows: Ghost whisperer, Game of Thrones and Doctor Who (lol)

7) book I am currently reading: I haven’t read anything fictional lately, I’ve been stuck with research papers and books, and last research book I read was The mirror of Herodotus (Herodotus is now somehow my adoptive greek father and my friends agree)

8) last thing i googled: Zelda: Majora’s Mask guide....... I need to find all the masks and pieces of hearts and I can’t without a little help from the internet......

9) time: 14:23

10) dream trip: I can’t choose only one D: But I would love to spend some weeks travelling across Latin America or eastern Asia (I’d love to go to China and Japan!), but I’m also really curious about Arab countries as well.

11) anything you want: I need to make some adult™ decisions and I’m freaking out, so I’m a lil bit anxious and I’m also trying to make peace with myself and the way I think I need to interact with people so I’m also a lil bit anxious about that and that’s why I won’t be on tumblr that often!

I don’t really talk to many people here *laughs nervously* so I’m tagging @sailors-in-the-night . She never does these things......... But I tag her anyway. And please, anyone who wants to answer these questions, plese, feel free to!

#that's me #i'm sometimes an anxious mess #but i'm fine #i swear #thank you akiko <3

[anneedmonds]

Life Update: Say It’s Not True!

Well, life is hurtling along and Baby One (four and a half years old) asks for “quiet time” so that she can “write her thoughts in her diary” and Baby Number Two (three today!) has started sleeping in a big boy bed.

Now listen; some of you might be thinking that three is a little old to only just be sleeping in a proper bed but to all of those with boys, who have unleashed them from a cot earlier than this: WHAT AN EARTH WERE YOU THINKING? The cot is the single most useful tool of restraint: yes it resembles a small prison and I loved it for precisely this reason. With child incarcerated within it, I knew that he could not (in this order): put his finger in plug sockets, put the hands of small dolls in plug sockets, trap his own hands in the door jamb, trap other parts of his body in the door jamb, trip on the edge of a rug and bump his head on the chest of drawers, trip on the edge of the rug and bump his elbow on the chest of drawers, attempt to scale the chest of drawers, attempt to scale actual wall, which is smooth and without foothold so I have no idea why anyone sane would even try, collect every hard and spiky toy from around the room and arrange them just inside the bedroom door, tread on aforementioned spiky toys and hurt his feet, and finally, have a go at eating the spiky toys thus hurting his mouth.

The cot days are over and now the world presents danger at every corner, except that now it’s worse because Baby Two can simply clamber out of his bed and tackle these dangers head-on whilst everyone else sleeps, blissfully unaware. What the hell are you supposed to do? Reinstate the baby monitor with the movement pad? Set up some motion sensor lasers so that if he crosses the room an alarm sounds? Knowing him, he’d work out a way of clambering over and under them, like Catherine Zeta Jones in Entrapment.

So yeah: tips please.

Baby One is making developmental leaps of her own at the moment, turning from small child to fifteen year old Emo. She likes to make up songs in the bathroom, take selfies on the iPad with a sad and slightly grumpy face and is prone to complete meltdown if others struggle to understand exactly what she’s trying to say, usually a detailed description of whatever scrape or graze she has acquired during school hours or a request for a snack involving Nutella.

Talking of snacks and meltdowns, we had an eco-related incident last week that really got me thinking. On many levels. Not least that my four year-old is more educated on environmental matters than I was by eighteen…

“Mummy, can I have bagel with Nutella?”

“Nope, it’s not the weekend.”

“UGH! Please Mummy! Just this once! PLEASE! I hate cereal! I hate yoghurt with honey! I hate fruit! I hate berries!”

“You had all of those things yesterday and said you loved them! You can have cereal.”

“PLEASE MUMMY! Just half! Just half and then cereal!”

“OK, a tiny bit,” I said, mainly because I’d been up since 5.45am and wanted only to put my whole head inside the freezer and shut the door.

“Mummy?”

“Uh huh?”

“Did you know we need to check all of our ingredients for palm oil?”

“Do we? Now?”

“Yes, Mummy, check for palm oil and if it says palm oil then we shouldn’t pick it.”

“We can’t eat it if it has palm oil?” (Shamefully I haven’t really been checking for palm oil as religiously as maybe I should, but I don’t eat a hell of a lot of processed food so there hasn’t been much to check. Until now.)

“We shouldn’t pick it Mummy, when we’re in the shop. Listen to me! We shouldn’t pick it. If it has palm oil in we should pick something else up instead.”

“Very good, that’s amazing to know that already!”

“Yes, because it kills the forest and then the Orangutans die.”

“That’s right! Shall we check some food things now? What shall we check? Oooh, let’s check the Nutella!”

Her face went ashen. Suddenly – I think maybe for the first time ever – she realised that there was perhaps going to be a proper, potentially life-changing moral decision presented to her. She was acutely aware that she was under the spotlight. Would her favourite foodstuff in the whole wide world, her sacred Nutella, betray her?

I held the jar beneath the magnifying glass, for this is now how I have to read labels until my monocle arrives in the post, and read out the ingredients list:

“Sugar….” Drumroll. “PALM OIL!”

I was expecting a note of surprise to her reaction, but the dramatics far surpassed anything I could have dreamed of: the tiny eco-warrior quite literally crumpled with dismay, folding herself to the ground and sobbing.

“Nooooooo!” she cried, the world’s most distraught and disappointed human, “say it’s not true!”

“The question is,” I said, enjoying myself in that perverse kind of way you do as a parent when you suddenly – for a rare and brief moment – feel as though you’re the one in control, “the question is, do we eat it or throw it away?”

She was relieved when I answered my own question by saying that it would be even worse – and very wasteful – to throw it away, and that we must finish every tiny scrape.

“But we will look for chocolate spread with NO palm oil?” she asked. Impressive dedication – and rightly so. I was actually quite moved and proud and also relieved that this is something they are learning, aged four. When I was at school, even when I was leaving school, most probably, the most I knew about the environment was that using more than two sheets of loo roll was terrible because trees were cut down to make it. Later I realised it was more of a budget thing and that nobody cared about the trees anyway. That’s if the bog roll was even made of paper in those days. Terrible shiny stuff, Izal was, you’d get a lethal paper cut on your fanny if you didn’t wipe with due consideration.

NB: I have found a good article with Nutella alternatives – I’ll try some and report back!

You can read all of my monthly life updates, painstakingly written on time and in full for the past four and half years, by clicking here and browsing the titles.

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