"The public" of Lorca.
The theater is again a first dimension show, returns to its value, its former glory, among other reasons, for its ability to criticism of a world less and less understandable. Re-fill the rooms as before despite the crisis, and among the authors who return to first row highlighted Lorca, in his book "The public" poses a dilemma: What do you want to see the public? What do you look when you go to a theater? Fiction or reality? Could it be that we are interested in the way we are, that is, the character, the roles we play in appearance to others, by contrast, some would, perhaps, looking for what we really are, hidden behind the appearance, which is not projected to others in our daily action but it completely. One character says that we must "destroy the theater or live in it," is living in the appearance or show as we really are, openly or prejudice.
The theater is almost always focuses on what is seen is a reflection of the masks and roles we play, is a self projecting what we in the scenarios, our greatness and our weakness, implying that we are really what we project or aparantamos be. Paarente hiding after what affects you, the invisible in everyday life. From Freudian point of view we could say that the book tries to show that hidden, the unconscious, which largely determines our conscious life, which is why Lorca's work deals with impulses or instincts hidden from others, such as sexual "deviance, homosexuality - represented in the work-Dali, hatred, etc. Produce know what we really fear. Lorca
theater critic reduction to a mere mirror of appearances, and criticizes the public for complacency simply want a holiday caricature of himself, not a deep and painful analysis, is obvious what determines our true self - that we know that bit matches with the others, and we are not aware that more important than what shows what a man is hidden. The key phrase to understand the play is that it is "a theater under the sand", focusing on what we are determined not shown, as it is, of painful, not as it seems.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
White Heather Scotch Antique
ANXIETY AND MYSTICISM. Aguas Calientes and Machu Picchu. The arrival
Finally it was time expected. Projects done from the start of the journey, some are concrete and others were modified by the lack of experience. The tips of some travelers told me take apart the large backpack to carry all the luggage, a smaller load serving to personal hygiene items, first aid kit, flashlights, batteries and other small everyday things, without having to disarm that he carried on his back. It was more comfortable for short trips (of no more than two or three days) without carrying much weight with me. The way he taught, step by step I knew that the luggage storage of the hotels or
you were a good opción.Antes rminales out of Argentina, had read what I had to carry the sacred route of the Incas (with the crossing of the forest included) to get to Macchu Picchu, but despite having the necessary equipment, had no reserves and the issue was complicated. I reflected and realized that maybe this was the best. I knew the journey would be very hard for me, resigned but having always my goal to make-even in part what I had proposed, I chose to buy in Cusco a small package that included a train ride from Cusco to Aguas Calientes, two nights (with breakfast) in a Village and Hostel the entrance with guided tour of Machu Picchu Citadel. The rest would be seeing as presented, but at least he assured me a place to sleep. I left with my backpack girl Cusco. He wore a necessary change of clothes, rain coat, raincoat
able, a bathing suit and the obligatory mate (apart from everyday items and hygiene). The train was surprising. Had different categories and prices consequently substantial changes, but the service they had bought was excellent. Piped music, air-conditioned cars, comfortable seating, large glazed windows that allow photographs to be captured easily, good attention. You could eat in the dining car or on the seat, tasty sandwich of the most varied tastes (although high prices). I arrived in Aguas Calientes station late in the morning and the first impression was wonderful. The people were
to set in a narrow valley, surrounded by mountains of luxuriant vegetation, the homes, hostels and shops of all kinds, lived harmoniously among streets that rose or down to one side, and bridges linking the village passing over the river coming down hard. A short distance from the hostel was Adelaide, where I would house; located on top of a trade sale of handicrafts, books and postcards. Comfortable, pleasant, well groomed. The room had a large window to the Urubamba River, a tributary of the Amazon, whose waters raged a few yards from my feet and across a wall mont
years covered by vegetation. I set out to tour the town, was beautiful, multicolored, with stairs and slopes, had a nice craft fair, enticing for the variety of items offered. The main street where they were locked amounted to the hot springs used since ancient times, by which the people received that name. Around the street, groups of tourists listening to music, resting, or drinking something cool on the sidewalks. I returned for lunch, take bath in the hot springs in the siesta hours, the weather was with me in bright sunlight, but feared that the next day could change over time, common issue there. Typical food I ate lunch and headed for the hot springs. The trip was to climb
nte, following the route of the river coming down hard on the ravine. The flowers, ferns, moss and trees indicated tropical microclimate, birds and butterflies were crossed to either side, entertainment, and what the distance was not too much, and I was gone almost without trying. I paid the entrance and entered the pool area. In fact they were small pools with ladders to dive and remain seated. The place was surrounded by grass and flowers at the sides. There were several pools, located on the slope of the land, they explained that they were further down the slope, and
ran hotter, and that should take the usual precautions of any spa. Was the usual ten minutes and I sat back and enjoy the sun there I met another group of people that tomorrow was going to meet the Citadel and we are excited to build a project (irresponsible). We had paid the bus for the return trip to Aguas Calientes, but after failing to make "Inca Trail" we decided to climb to the citadel, aided by the experience of a Peruvian boy who had already so we had to get hecho.Para for about three hours and arrive at dawn to enter
just opened the doors. There I meet with the guide and the people who were on the buses and come to Macchu Picchu. In the game we were six. A young Japanese couple, an Australian girl, a U.S., me and our fearless guide, who only by enthusiasm for adventure was joining this experience with people who never had and do not know the dangers of this form. We start with a few things. I carried in my backpack than flashlight and bottled water, my medicine cabinet, two sandwiches, two apples, chamber
fot you, the raincoat and a shirt. I knew it would be a hard journey and should not carry anything heavy. There was a moon, but also the night was not clear, at first lanterns were used, but when we started to climb, time needed both hands and did not know how to do. I decided to tie it firmly with one correa en mi pecho apuntando hacia abajo, así al menos vería donde ponía los pies. Me puse unos viejos guantes porque las piedras lastimaban las manos, la hierba estaba húmeda y había niebla, ¿o serían nubes? Hablábamos poco, por problemas de idioma y porque el esfuerzo cada vez era mayor. Agradecía por otra parte
que fuera de noche y no tener idea de la altura, pero me arrepentía de haber seguido a este puñado de jóvenes locos. Sabía que íbamos trepando por el mismo lugar donde iba el camino, pues de rato en rato, cruzábamos la ruta, hacíamos descansos, y luego continuábamos subiendo acortando distancia. Nuestros ojos se acostumbraron a la oscuridad y ahora era easier to see the steep path, I began to sweat and took off the sweater and waterproof jacket. I began to see that the sky was clearer, but gray and drizzle dampened us. Ron told us that there was low cloud and rain but was missing half an hour of climbing.
Far up the odd car, I knew by the sound of engines and headlights, told us that employees were beginning to rise. We arrived tired, with some scratches, shaken but with bright eyes that they have succeeded. A wide street with a building, seats in what looked like a bus stop, and input. Just breaking, and were reaching the first buses. I left the makeshift fellow expedition and went to the baths, to wash up. Upon leaving, the place was covered with microphones and tourists swarmed, I found the person I should contact, who looked at me with surprise and disgust I'm cu
told him what he had done. We received recommendations of who would be our guide in the Citadel. Told us to go to the bathroom before entering, as in I had not, we should not talk too loudly, because whatever the religion they profess, we must understand that we were entering a place that was a temple, so which was critical respect. Dawn, the place stood amid thick fog, I prayed that it might not rain inside to fully enjoy what we both wanted to meet. Macchu Picchu was entering.
Finally it was time expected. Projects done from the start of the journey, some are concrete and others were modified by the lack of experience. The tips of some travelers told me take apart the large backpack to carry all the luggage, a smaller load serving to personal hygiene items, first aid kit, flashlights, batteries and other small everyday things, without having to disarm that he carried on his back. It was more comfortable for short trips (of no more than two or three days) without carrying much weight with me. The way he taught, step by step I knew that the luggage storage of the hotels or
you were a good opción.Antes rminales out of Argentina, had read what I had to carry the sacred route of the Incas (with the crossing of the forest included) to get to Macchu Picchu, but despite having the necessary equipment, had no reserves and the issue was complicated. I reflected and realized that maybe this was the best. I knew the journey would be very hard for me, resigned but having always my goal to make-even in part what I had proposed, I chose to buy in Cusco a small package that included a train ride from Cusco to Aguas Calientes, two nights (with breakfast) in a Village and Hostel the entrance with guided tour of Machu Picchu Citadel. The rest would be seeing as presented, but at least he assured me a place to sleep. I left with my backpack girl Cusco. He wore a necessary change of clothes, rain coat, raincoat
able, a bathing suit and the obligatory mate (apart from everyday items and hygiene). The train was surprising. Had different categories and prices consequently substantial changes, but the service they had bought was excellent. Piped music, air-conditioned cars, comfortable seating, large glazed windows that allow photographs to be captured easily, good attention. You could eat in the dining car or on the seat, tasty sandwich of the most varied tastes (although high prices). I arrived in Aguas Calientes station late in the morning and the first impression was wonderful. The people were
to set in a narrow valley, surrounded by mountains of luxuriant vegetation, the homes, hostels and shops of all kinds, lived harmoniously among streets that rose or down to one side, and bridges linking the village passing over the river coming down hard. A short distance from the hostel was Adelaide, where I would house; located on top of a trade sale of handicrafts, books and postcards. Comfortable, pleasant, well groomed. The room had a large window to the Urubamba River, a tributary of the Amazon, whose waters raged a few yards from my feet and across a wall mont
years covered by vegetation. I set out to tour the town, was beautiful, multicolored, with stairs and slopes, had a nice craft fair, enticing for the variety of items offered. The main street where they were locked amounted to the hot springs used since ancient times, by which the people received that name. Around the street, groups of tourists listening to music, resting, or drinking something cool on the sidewalks. I returned for lunch, take bath in the hot springs in the siesta hours, the weather was with me in bright sunlight, but feared that the next day could change over time, common issue there. Typical food I ate lunch and headed for the hot springs. The trip was to climb
nte, following the route of the river coming down hard on the ravine. The flowers, ferns, moss and trees indicated tropical microclimate, birds and butterflies were crossed to either side, entertainment, and what the distance was not too much, and I was gone almost without trying. I paid the entrance and entered the pool area. In fact they were small pools with ladders to dive and remain seated. The place was surrounded by grass and flowers at the sides. There were several pools, located on the slope of the land, they explained that they were further down the slope, and
ran hotter, and that should take the usual precautions of any spa. Was the usual ten minutes and I sat back and enjoy the sun there I met another group of people that tomorrow was going to meet the Citadel and we are excited to build a project (irresponsible). We had paid the bus for the return trip to Aguas Calientes, but after failing to make "Inca Trail" we decided to climb to the citadel, aided by the experience of a Peruvian boy who had already so we had to get hecho.Para for about three hours and arrive at dawn to enter
just opened the doors. There I meet with the guide and the people who were on the buses and come to Macchu Picchu. In the game we were six. A young Japanese couple, an Australian girl, a U.S., me and our fearless guide, who only by enthusiasm for adventure was joining this experience with people who never had and do not know the dangers of this form. We start with a few things. I carried in my backpack than flashlight and bottled water, my medicine cabinet, two sandwiches, two apples, chamber
fot you, the raincoat and a shirt. I knew it would be a hard journey and should not carry anything heavy. There was a moon, but also the night was not clear, at first lanterns were used, but when we started to climb, time needed both hands and did not know how to do. I decided to tie it firmly with one correa en mi pecho apuntando hacia abajo, así al menos vería donde ponía los pies. Me puse unos viejos guantes porque las piedras lastimaban las manos, la hierba estaba húmeda y había niebla, ¿o serían nubes? Hablábamos poco, por problemas de idioma y porque el esfuerzo cada vez era mayor. Agradecía por otra parte
que fuera de noche y no tener idea de la altura, pero me arrepentía de haber seguido a este puñado de jóvenes locos. Sabía que íbamos trepando por el mismo lugar donde iba el camino, pues de rato en rato, cruzábamos la ruta, hacíamos descansos, y luego continuábamos subiendo acortando distancia. Nuestros ojos se acostumbraron a la oscuridad y ahora era easier to see the steep path, I began to sweat and took off the sweater and waterproof jacket. I began to see that the sky was clearer, but gray and drizzle dampened us. Ron told us that there was low cloud and rain but was missing half an hour of climbing.
Far up the odd car, I knew by the sound of engines and headlights, told us that employees were beginning to rise. We arrived tired, with some scratches, shaken but with bright eyes that they have succeeded. A wide street with a building, seats in what looked like a bus stop, and input. Just breaking, and were reaching the first buses. I left the makeshift fellow expedition and went to the baths, to wash up. Upon leaving, the place was covered with microphones and tourists swarmed, I found the person I should contact, who looked at me with surprise and disgust I'm cu
told him what he had done. We received recommendations of who would be our guide in the Citadel. Told us to go to the bathroom before entering, as in I had not, we should not talk too loudly, because whatever the religion they profess, we must understand that we were entering a place that was a temple, so which was critical respect. Dawn, the place stood amid thick fog, I prayed that it might not rain inside to fully enjoy what we both wanted to meet. Macchu Picchu was entering. NOTE: Foto1-City of Cusco. Photo 2 and 3 - Arriving Aguas Calientes station.
Photo 4 - Urubamba River. Photo 5 - Having lunch in Aguas Calientes.
Photo 6 - Pueblo de Aguas Calientes. Photo 7 - Termas de Aguas Calientes
Photos 8, 9, 10, 11 - Road to the thermal-Photo 12 - Climbing the Citadel of Macchu Picchu
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Wie Kann Man Beim Gpsphone Cheaten
AROUND THE CUSCO. TEMPLE, STRENGTHS AND PEOPLES. II
continue the trip out of town to go to the Sacsayhuaman Fortress walking distance from the height it could even see the city. The fortress was built in the form of three concentric structures. The outer level and the internal walls to turn on high with regard to the first, as if it were a three-story cake. Some stones had sixteen faces, so well carved that despite the hundreds of tons a perfect fit with one another without a paper
could be introduced between them (I checked). Qengo continue to the Temple, where ceremonies took place initiation of pubescent women and animal sacrifices dedicated to the moon, entered through passages to a lower level and I could see both the preparatory altars of sacrifice, as the main altar. At the top were carved in stone thrones were placed where both the Inca and the priests of the People Tahuantisuyo (Inca real name and not as erroneously calls it). Pucapucara continue to visit the fort was the stronghold
charged with protecting the area farthest from the outside of Cusco.
From there we went to the Temple Tipón, where formerly performed purification ceremonies and blessings of women receiving fertility. In this Instead, that day despite the sun was very cold wind, I bought a street vendor for 0.50 soles tamale in corn husk stuffed with cheese flame. Tasty hot dish served me snacks and tempted the rest of the hikers to try what I did.
continue the journey to a
craft fair, then we headed for Pisac, where we visited the village which will host the carnival. There were people from different communities who attended the town for this celebration. Each community throughout the year working hard and stitching the costumes will be used for this ceremony. It was wonderful to watch their dances, costumes, difference between each region and the distinctive features. Having attended the first night at the Cultural Center, I used now to identify the region to which they belonged and I was happy to have
noted. Pisac
streets were paved but forming designs with the same stones. Local people gathered in the town square was a motley crowd watching the spectacle in silence. I watched with curiosity and joy only their eyes showing, but I realized that was part of their characteristics. Were used to silence, to the great distances, to the vastness of the mountains and the depth of its cliffs. Laugh without stridency, speak low, walk with short steps, but
are looking strong, slanting eyes, piercing, perhaps much of the condors living in the mountain heights. We
towards Tambomachay ruins on the outskirts of the village nestled in the mountains of this name. What a distance seemed paintings or engravings on the mountain, forming Incan designs were in fact large buildings that can be viewed in detail about them. How had built all this? How many generations had
worked to achieve such great works? The details of beauty that could be seen from far away as designs and arabesques, were great walls of the fortress had been able to play up the prospect so that they become a decorative element of the mountain. In the valley, the whole village was dancing and playing with water, carnival showed us their different faces in each population. What is surprising is that they danced, sang, but particularly in the context of a religious holiday, as the images of the crucified Christ or the Virgin were present in every place visited
, religion was incorporated into the pagan. I understood what the guide told us about what to evangelize, they had been built to God, Jesus and the Virgin, as part of his mystique and above religion.
From there we headed for Chinchero, a village nestled in the mountains, indescribable beauty, with the chapel full of history and wonderful valuable antiques, located in the highest place in town.
had begun to get dark.
was cold and started back, before coming to Cusco when they were far below the city lights and small gold sequins, we stopped at an inn to take a proverbial hot cup of coca tea accompanied by a sandwich.
day ends in Cusco and still many surprises because it began the journey to Macchu Picchu.
could be introduced between them (I checked). Qengo continue to the Temple, where ceremonies took place initiation of pubescent women and animal sacrifices dedicated to the moon, entered through passages to a lower level and I could see both the preparatory altars of sacrifice, as the main altar. At the top were carved in stone thrones were placed where both the Inca and the priests of the People Tahuantisuyo (Inca real name and not as erroneously calls it). Pucapucara continue to visit the fort was the stronghold
charged with protecting the area farthest from the outside of Cusco. From there we went to the Temple Tipón, where formerly performed purification ceremonies and blessings of women receiving fertility. In this Instead, that day despite the sun was very cold wind, I bought a street vendor for 0.50 soles tamale in corn husk stuffed with cheese flame. Tasty hot dish served me snacks and tempted the rest of the hikers to try what I did.
continue the journey to a
craft fair, then we headed for Pisac, where we visited the village which will host the carnival. There were people from different communities who attended the town for this celebration. Each community throughout the year working hard and stitching the costumes will be used for this ceremony. It was wonderful to watch their dances, costumes, difference between each region and the distinctive features. Having attended the first night at the Cultural Center, I used now to identify the region to which they belonged and I was happy to have
noted. Pisac streets were paved but forming designs with the same stones. Local people gathered in the town square was a motley crowd watching the spectacle in silence. I watched with curiosity and joy only their eyes showing, but I realized that was part of their characteristics. Were used to silence, to the great distances, to the vastness of the mountains and the depth of its cliffs. Laugh without stridency, speak low, walk with short steps, but
are looking strong, slanting eyes, piercing, perhaps much of the condors living in the mountain heights. We towards Tambomachay ruins on the outskirts of the village nestled in the mountains of this name. What a distance seemed paintings or engravings on the mountain, forming Incan designs were in fact large buildings that can be viewed in detail about them. How had built all this? How many generations had
worked to achieve such great works? The details of beauty that could be seen from far away as designs and arabesques, were great walls of the fortress had been able to play up the prospect so that they become a decorative element of the mountain. In the valley, the whole village was dancing and playing with water, carnival showed us their different faces in each population. What is surprising is that they danced, sang, but particularly in the context of a religious holiday, as the images of the crucified Christ or the Virgin were present in every place visited
, religion was incorporated into the pagan. I understood what the guide told us about what to evangelize, they had been built to God, Jesus and the Virgin, as part of his mystique and above religion. From there we headed for Chinchero, a village nestled in the mountains, indescribable beauty, with the chapel full of history and wonderful valuable antiques, located in the highest place in town.
had begun to get dark.
was cold and started back, before coming to Cusco when they were far below the city lights and small gold sequins, we stopped at an inn to take a proverbial hot cup of coca tea accompanied by a sandwich. day ends in Cusco and still many surprises because it began the journey to Macchu Picchu.
Montero Magui
NOTE: Photo 1 - Sacsayhuaman Fortress. Photo 2-Temple Qengo Ceremonial Throne. Photo 3-Fortaleza Pucapucara. Photo 4 - Temple Tipon. Pics 5 and 6 - locals in traditional costume Party. Photo 7 - Road to Pisac temple. Photo 8 - Tambomachay. Photo 9 - Church of Chinchero
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