Between 1983 and 1995 I lived in St. Jerome, in a small house on the corner that made the streets of Porfirio Díaz and Luis Cabrera. While the first was a broad avenue and two-way, with elegant curves and green ridges, the second was a tiny little street, alley almost a few meters, due to a rise in violent (and perhaps miscalculated) became almost vertical.
If the avenue was named after a prominent revolutionary ideologue, the small street reminiscent of the highest political figure for thirty-five years in Mexico, the dictator regime which had preceded and largely caused the Revolution, their differences, more to do corner, or just for that, were a satisfactory way to make clear the result of historical dispute. In the alley, on the plain before the hike, it went right to the whole of which belonged to the house.
Ours, which was almost identical to the other seven, it was recognized by the towering bougainvillea cared for my father who was only an advance in the world of good taste and plants he had in his interior.
The twelve years I lived in it are, of course, many fond memories: readings infinite, Isolde, three or four friends, a series of birthday parties in the rainy season ...
are also the years of recordings an answering machine, a Radio Shack model that my father bought duophonic soon to change us and that was long in use. functioned with two tapes that are inserted in parallel chambers, while a recording was the answer to our name, and according to season and variab occurrences were recorded in the other errands.
As this was limited and occasionally it was necessary to delete it to put it to use again one day I thought it was a shame to lose some messages that were memorable for their individuality, their sense of humor or even its mystery, so I took the precaution of a transfer to a third tape. This post collects some of the best.
Jose
As I recounted in this space, the friendship with my cousin was perhaps something that was decided even before our birth to occur, something which occurred four months apart, between February and June 1964. Also told that the house of St. Jerome encerrábamos long to smoke, talk and listen to music. Of the three recordings I have of her voice, this is my favorite because it has the economy and a successful pace-language radio performance where he would end up becoming an expert. However, what I like most is the reference that ends with the inexplicable and full of mystery.
Near the end of his life, my grandfather lived large and small blind spots. This recording reminds one them. We were at a dinner on Friday in a garden when I saw pale Pedregal. I went to where he explained to my father and my grandmother could not remember where he put some valuables so he needed to return immediately to his home in Polanco. But it was Friday afternoon, had to cross the city on the day and rush hour a week. However, I offered to take me. That evening on returning home we found this strange (and, seven years after his death, endearing) message.
http://bit.ly/fiUAoF
http://bit.ly/fiUAoF
Oralia
According to its name, originally from Tapachula woman who worked at the house of my mother, was all rounded, small and plump, with eyes like two marbles, highlighted by a dark circles. His whole personality was going into laughter and relax, which seemed not to agree to a heart condition he did not know or could not care and that sadly ended up taking her to the tomb shortly after turning forty. As this fun testimony reveals, that the false perception of a mistake forced to repeat a message that has already passed, was a person full of life and light.
Http://bit.ly/ej3BDT
Http://bit.ly/ej3BDT
Fernanda
As I started to make transfers in a cassette used and then did nothing to replace it, now and then slip pieces of original content. In this case it is, if I remember correctly, the singer Lolita. The outbreak serves as a preface to make way for the voice of my grandmother who regrets not without annoyance, rather than any answer we will, "the device that are there." In the end, as proof of acclimation perfect as smart Asturian Mexico, Fernanda ends with the phrase "no way" key national philosophy.
http://bit.ly/hvIYlf
http://bit.ly/hvIYlf
Francisco
A dear friend of another time this message left me full of anger justified, tired of not return the call. Only a few years before, it was he who first told me of Borges, as tell in detail next week. Also, who made his first trip to Zacatecas for meet in person the cruel sky and red earth of the poems of López Velarde. Unfortunately, our friendship is over, I know that through my fault, to the extent that I never heard from him, and that despite a couple of serious attempts to learn his whereabouts.
http://bit.ly/gX6Oph
http://bit.ly/gX6Oph
Alberto
The architect Kalach left this afternoon for two successive errands the time when I was arming his office in a university magazine of literature. The originality and abstraction, if I can call it, the result, realize enough of the personality of my admired friend.
http://bit.ly/g0v6ju
http://bit.ly/g0v6ju
Mr. de la Garza
to the Friday before his death Sunday in a street Coyoacan when he fell felled by a stroke, Mr. Rafael de la Garza was the lawyer for a couple of family matters. In his message thanked my father had interceded for him with an official of his generation Bancomer, which he always called "Banco de Comercio" -. It was a bald man with white skin and considerable corpulence that in speaking he stroked a great walrus mustache. As can be seen on the tape, her expression was full of rhetoric and the favors features a way of understanding the world own this country.
http://bit.ly/hnedh7
http://bit.ly/hnedh7
Pili
Ten or twelve years younger than I, Pili my cousin told me about when time from young to consult various matters: ideas for a task, the meaning of a strange word, the title of a book.
goddaughter As well she is my father always had a special relationship with him affection. I can not hear this nice post but I displayed the image in the minds of those years: toothless, with slanted eyes and pigtails. His father, José Luis Fernández Irigoyen, known by friends and strangers as Chito, is the adult just woken up in the first page of Palinodia Red celebrates the arrival of the day with a profusion of whistles and trills before Henry canary cage .
http://bit.ly/gUcJU3
http://bit.ly/gUcJU3
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complete selection (and increased) of errands that make memorable this release may be heard in http://bit.ly/hjVnmP
Portrait common grandfather of my cousin, photographer and film editor José Luis Fernández Tolhurst. More pictures of her, in http://bit.ly/dMpJeN
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