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Friday, February 27, 2009

Mardi Gras Dance Party:
Gypsy music and friends= PERFECT!

(in this photo: Manu)



Thank you:
www.myspace.com/kafanabalkan



Monday, February 23, 2009

I would be in the print version the next Wednesday :)

Sunday, February 22, 2009


The Warhol Pop Party San Francisco was awesome. I don´t have so much to say... but a lot to show.
Tomorrow all the slide in www.sfweekly.com
Alex is love...
I love you too Alex.

Saturday, February 21, 2009









Things happen
and happen good...


The Dogs Of B.a. :
I hung myself out on the line
Beneath an argentina sky
And i expected there to dry
Beneath the argentina sky
Upon the rooftop here so high
Beneath the argentina sky
The storm did call me to its side
Beneath the argentina sky

And the dogs of buenos aires they will take you from your sleep
Between the firecrackers cackling and the taxis in the street
And if you wake up lonely better throw some shoes upon those feet
To keep the heartbreak from taking your life

Once i had planned to be your bride
Before this argentina sky
Now i just tend my wounded pride
Under this argentina sky
Now i want the rain to fall into my eyes
From this argentina sky
The thunder to match my anguished cries
Beneath this argentina sky

I looked into the darkening and while the air did chill
I knew that though i'm here in exile that you should love me still
And when the rain began to pound i lifted up my face until
I was soaked with the ache of the sky

Ella hacía el lavado de una terraza,
Mientras el sol le quemaba la espalda,
Ella intentaba fregar el sudor de su desconsuelo,
Escurrir las lágrimas,
Pero antes que la tarea estuviera terminada,
La ropa todavía doliente en la soga,
Bajó desde el delta un viento poderoso
Y las nubes se cargaron a lo largo del cielo
¡Rápido, adentro, cerrad las ventanas, viene una tormenta!
Sacá tu ropa de la soga.

So many tears could make me blind
Beneath this argentina sky
But still my love for you i can't deny
Even under argentina's skies
I'll seek until a path to you i find
Under these argentina skies
When will you take me back inside
From under argentina's skies

I looked into the darkening and while the air did chill
I knew that though i'm here in exile that you should love me still
And when the rain began to pound i lifted up my face until
I was soaked with the ache of the sky
When will you take me back inside
From under these argentine skies?The Dogs Of B.a. :
I hung myself out on the line
Beneath an argentina sky
And i expected there to dry
Beneath the argentina sky
Upon the rooftop here so high
Beneath the argentina sky
The storm did call me to its side
Beneath the argentina sky

And the dogs of buenos aires they will take you from your sleep
Between the firecrackers cackling and the taxis in the street
And if you wake up lonely better throw some shoes upon those feet
To keep the heartbreak from taking your life

Once i had planned to be your bride
Before this argentina sky
Now i just tend my wounded pride
Under this argentina sky
Now i want the rain to fall into my eyes
From this argentina sky
The thunder to match my anguished cries
Beneath this argentina sky

I looked into the darkening and while the air did chill
I knew that though i'm here in exile that you should love me still
And when the rain began to pound i lifted up my face until
I was soaked with the ache of the sky

Ella hacía el lavado de una terraza,
Mientras el sol le quemaba la espalda,
Ella intentaba fregar el sudor de su desconsuelo,
Escurrir las lágrimas,
Pero antes que la tarea estuviera terminada,
La ropa todavía doliente en la soga,
Bajó desde el delta un viento poderoso
Y las nubes se cargaron a lo largo del cielo
¡Rápido, adentro, cerrad las ventanas, viene una tormenta!
Sacá tu ropa de la soga.

So many tears could make me blind
Beneath this argentina sky
But still my love for you i can't deny
Even under argentina's skies
I'll seek until a path to you i find
Under these argentina skies
When will you take me back inside
From under argentina's skies

I looked into the darkening and while the air did chill
I knew that though i'm here in exile that you should love me still
And when the rain began to pound i lifted up my face until
I was soaked with the ache of the sky
When will you take me back inside
From under these argentine skies?

Monday, February 16, 2009


Demons, zombies and other dark visitors celebrated February's Fridaythe 13th at Mighty

More photos in http://www.sfweekly.com/slideshow/view/244311

Sunday, February 15, 2009




Alessandria Von Broscem
underwear collection, San Francisco, California

More photos in: http://www.sfweekly.com/slideshow/view/244525

Friday, February 13, 2009




Tomorrow is St. Valentine´s day. And as every year in St. Valentines day I can´t stop to think of the big lie that this day means to me. 

I promise you than in most of the countries where food is important (because is difficult to get it) St. Valentine´s day doesn´t exist. So for me, this day is a big,and silly and consumist lie for the "first world". 
Tomorrow I have an art show in Club Six... probably nobosy will understand why I have photos from Cuba and not wiyh kisses and love. And yes, I will project some things that Cuba have and that are not similar to our things as St. Valentine´s day. 
You are welcome to come
and see
the true.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Beautiful people:
magic moments.
I
LOVE
SF

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Saturday, February 7, 2009




So much to say
to see

to be in.

Friday, February 6, 2009


Because the life happens in one second
because every day is the biggest beautiful thing
because the love is a lie
but, still, is a big beautiful thing too
(when is true).

I am crazy
because of you
because of me.

Thursday, February 5, 2009




The obsessive recording of the past, its preservation, musealization or commemoration, is a constant of the memory policies and markets of the industrialized world. Renovated technologies burst into the lives of people and communities to contribute to the construction of a global ‘digital exomemory’; in short, through ‘declassifying’ instruments that could incorporate digitality and facilitate sensitive organizational and communication channels with other cultures and memories, guaranteeing the right of inclusion or invisibility.
Exomemory/ Epistemography/ Digital technology/ Communication/ Diversity







Tuesday, February 3, 2009



Why you say "is not funny"?

(Nunca intertar suicidarse fue tan divertido)
Never attempting suicide was more fun












San Francisco Purple People is an experiment. Is part of me and part of everybody. Is love and and hate, red and green, ideas and cellophane,
words in bad English and photos in good moments.