Classroom Music Blog

After the rude awakening of adolescence ... the call of nature breaks through ... and desperately seeks conservation of the species. There is only an instinct. There is only an obsession: copulation. The senses are focused on their own shame. The only glory in the shame. If we translate this to some young people today ... no different than animals. No reason. Only rapid momentum messy and satisfy the desire.

Since Easter is approaching and with it the rich gastronomy sweets and shortbread of Jumilla. This is a "hardacho". My grandmother Isabel made ​​them in the "Dough" and took them to the oven for cooking. I remember with her.

         When I wake up each morning with new cases of political corruption, disagreements between countries, wars, hunger and misery ... When I see that I will leave a sad legacy and dishonorable, dishonest and selfish, I feel chills. Just try with all my might create an atmosphere of tranquility and peace at home, and show by example that you can get ahead in this increasingly unjust world.

There is nothing better or quite like a walk in Murcia with your toddler, in a sunny winter day. The heat does not tighten, the sun is nice and transparent atmosphere. Murcia is lovely to wander from park to park. Murcia and mine, 30 years in Murcia leave ample footprint. I like Murcia. I like to live in it. No hay nada mejor ni que se le parezca a un paseo por Murcia con tu hijo pequeño, en un día soleado de invierno. El calor no aprieta, el sol es agradable y la atmósfera transparente. Murcia es preciosa para callejear de parque en parque. Murcia ya me pertenece, 30 años en Murcia dejan sobrada huella. Me gusta Murcia. Me gusta vivir en ella.

The tower of the church of San Antolin. 12 years living under his cloak. Everyone has had his life, his childhood and youth. I have had this. Marking time, that defines your character, you become the adult you are now. Without sentimentality, no regrets, no curses. Let bygones be bygones. And that's fine. La torre de la iglesia de San Antolín. 12 años viviendo bajo su manto. Cada uno ha tenido su vida, su infancia y juventud. Yo he tenido esta. Época que marca, que define tu carácter, que te convierte en la persona adulta que eres ahora. Sin sensiblerías, sin arrepentimientos, sin maldiciones. Lo pasado, pasado está. Y está bien.

I can not feel anything but pure excitement to see my son. Her innocence disarms me. I am your protector and that gives me so many feelings of love and tenderness that I get excited to write. This time in my life I'm savoring, because again, as had others, and others will come, all beautiful to live. But these experiences of parenthood are so wonderful that I would like to slow down time. No puedo sentir otra cosa que emoción a raudales al ver a mi hijo. Su inocencia me desarma. Soy su protector y eso me produce tal cantidad de sentimientos de amor y ternura que me emociono al escribirlo. Esta época de mi vida la estoy paladeando, porque no volverá, al igual que tuve otras, y vendrán otras, todas hermosas de vivir. Pero estas vivencias de paternidad son tan maravillosas que me gustaría que el tiempo fuera más despacio.                                             ...