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Post  nombre de otro on Tue Aug 07, 2012 11:58 pm

blue moon wrote:...looks a little bit like a book about ... death
have you read it?
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Post  blue moon on Wed Aug 08, 2012 12:04 am

I haven't. I haven't read anything for ages.
I ordered and received 'Platero and I' months ago, and it's still on my shelf, unread Embarassed

What's Pedro Paramo about? The cover is intriguing.
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Post  nombre de otro on Wed Aug 08, 2012 1:03 am

death Laughing

here's the beginning
(it's a very short book btw)

I came to Comala because I had been told that my father, a man named Pedro Paramo lived
there. It was my mother who told me. And I had promised her that after she died I would go
see him. I squeezed her hands as a sign I would do it. She was near death, and I would have
promised her anything. "Don't fail to go see him," she had insisted. "Some call him one thing,
some another. I'm sure he will want to know you." At the time all I could do was tell her I would
do what she asked, and from promising so often I kept repeating the promise even after I had
pulled my hands free of her death grip.
Still earlier she had told me:
"Don't ask him for anything. Just what's ours. What he should have given me but never did. .
. . Make him pay, son, for all those years he put us out of his mind."
"I will, Mother."
I never meant to keep my promise. But before I knew it my head began to swim with dreams
and my imagination took flight. Little by little I began to build a world around a hope centered
on the man called Pedro Paramo, the man who had been my mother's husband. That was why
I had come to Comala.


It was during the dog days, the season when the August wind blows hot, venomous
with the rotten stench of saponaria blossoms.
The road rose and fell. It rises or falls depending on whether you're coming or going. If you
are leaving, it's uphill; but as you arrive it's downhill.
"What did you say that town down there is called?"
"Comala, senor."
"You're sure that's Comala?"
"I'm sure, senor."
"It's a sorry-looking place, what happened to it?"
"It's the times, senor."
I had expected to see the town of my mother's memories, of her nostalgia - nostalgia
laced with sighs. She had lived her lifetime sighing about Comala, about going back. But
she never had. Now I had come in her place. I was seeing things through her eyes, as she
had seen them. She had given me her eyes to see. Just as you pass the gate of Los Colimotes
there's a beautiful view of a green plain tinged with the yellow of ripe corn. From there you can see
Comala, turning the earth white, and lighting it at night. Her voice was secret, muffled, as if
she were talking to herself. . . . Mother.
"And why are you going to Comala, if you don't mind my asking?" I heard the man
say.
"I've come to see my father," I replied.
"Umh!" he said.
And again silence.
We were making our way down the hill to the clip-clop of the burros' hooves. Their
sleepy eyes were bulging from the August heat.
"You're going to get some welcome." Again I heard the voice of the man walking at my
side. "They'll be happy to see someone after all the years no one's come this way."
After a while he added: "Whoever you are, they'll be glad to see you."
In the shimmering sunlight the plain was a transparent lake dissolving in mists that veiled
a gray horizon. Farther in the distance, a range of mountains. And farther still, faint
remoteness.
"And what does your father look like, if you don't mind my asking?"
"I never knew him," I told the man. "I only know his name is Pedro Paramo."
"Umh! that so?"
"Yes. At least that was the name I was told."
Yet again I heard the burro driver's "Umh!"
I had run into him at the crossroads called Los Encuentros. I had been waiting there, and
finally this man had appeared.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Down that way, senor."
"Do you know a place called Comala?"
"That's the very way I'm going."
So I followed him. I walked along behind, trying to keep up with him, until he seemed to
remember I was following and slowed down a little. After that, we walked side by side, so
close our shoulders were nearly touching.
"Pedro Paramo's my father, too," he said.
A flock of crows swept across the empty sky, shrilling "caw, caw, caw."
Up- and downhill we went, but always descending. We had left the hot wind behind and
were sinking into pure, airless heat. The stillness seemed to be waiting for something.
"It's hot here," I said.
"You might say. But this is nothing," my companion replied. "Try to take it easy. You'll
feel it even more when we get to Comala. That town sits on the coals of the earth, at the very
mouth of hell. They say that when people from there die and go to hell, they come back
for a blanket."
"Do you know Pedro Paramo?" I asked.
I felt I could ask because I had seen a glimmer of goodwill in his eyes.
"Who is he?" I pressed him.
"Living bile," was his reply.


And he lowered his stick against the burros for no reason at all, because they had been far
ahead of us, guided by the descending trail.
The picture of my mother I was carrying in my pocket felt hot against my heart, as if she
herself were sweating. It was an old photograph, worn around the edges, but it was the only
one I had ever seen of her. I had found it in the kitchen safe, inside a clay pot filled with
herbs: dried lemon balm, castilla blossoms, sprigs of rue. I had kept it with me ever since.
It was all I had. My mother always hated having her picture taken. She said photographs
were a tool of witchcraft. And that may have been so, because hers was riddled with
pinpricks, and at the location of the heart there was a hole you could stick your middle
finger through.
I had brought the photograph with me, thinking it might help my father recognize who I
was.
"Take a look," the burro driver said, stopping. "You see that rounded hill that looks like
a hog bladder? Well, the Media Luna lies right behind there. Now turn that way. You see the
brow of that hill? Look hard. And now back this way. You see that ridge? The one so far
you can't hardly see it? Well, all that's the Media Luna.
From end to end. Like they say, as far as the eye can see. He owns ever" bit of that land.
We're Pedro Paramo's sons, all right, but, for all that, our mothers brought us into the world
on straw mats. And the real joke of it is that he's the one carried us to be baptized. That's
how it was with you, wasn't it?"
"I don't remember."
"The hell you say!"
"What did you say?"
"I said, we're getting there, senor."
"Yes. I see it now. . . . What could it have been?"
"That was a correcaminos, senor. A roadrunner. That's what they call those birds around
here."
"No. I meant I wonder what could have happened to the town? It looks so deserted,
abandoned really. In fact, it looks like no one lives here at all."
"It doesn't just look like no one lives here. No one does live here."
"And Pedro Paramo?"
"Pedro Paramo died years ago."
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Re: What are you listening to now?

Post  blue moon on Wed Aug 08, 2012 1:20 am

Good intro. I want to read the rest now.

Significant that the brothers meet at crossroads, where strange things reputedly happen.
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Post  senorita on Wed Aug 08, 2012 5:50 am

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Post  senorita on Wed Aug 08, 2012 4:17 pm

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Post  blue moon on Wed Aug 08, 2012 11:42 pm

I love this.
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Post  senorita on Thu Aug 09, 2012 12:55 pm

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Post  blue moon on Thu Aug 09, 2012 2:00 pm

Poor quality but great cover.

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Post  senorita on Thu Aug 09, 2012 3:40 pm

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Post  blue moon on Thu Aug 09, 2012 4:18 pm

Blue Berry Eggo wrote:

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Post  blue moon on Fri Aug 10, 2012 1:35 pm

cheers cheers cheers
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Post  blue moon on Fri Aug 10, 2012 1:52 pm

cheers cheers cheers

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Post  nombre de otro on Sat Aug 18, 2012 10:34 pm


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Post  nombre de otro on Sat Aug 18, 2012 10:54 pm

just youtube
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Post  nombre de otro on Mon Aug 20, 2012 9:09 am



otro que vuelve to the Sonics





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Post  senorita on Fri Aug 31, 2012 5:12 pm






always on the run...to stand still.
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Re: What are you listening to now?

Post  senorita on Mon Sep 03, 2012 1:01 pm


I wanna be a cowboy.






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Re: What are you listening to now?

Post  senorita on Mon Sep 03, 2012 3:39 pm




Oh share your secret with me, Christina...
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Post  senorita on Wed Sep 05, 2012 2:11 pm


On Hatred



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