Estimados fieles,A menudo nos empeñamos en complicar las cosas. Damos vueltas y vueltas, creamos laberintos donde no los hay, desarrollamos estrategias incomprensibles pensando que a mayor complejidad mayor éxito.
The Dresden Dolls tira por tierra esta teoría y demuestra que el camino al éxito es bastante más sencillo de lo que pensamos.
Un piano, una batería, un bajo ocasional , la maravillosa voz de Amanda Palmer y tenemos un gran disco "Yes, Virginia".
The Dresden Dolls tira por tierra esta teoría y demuestra que el camino al éxito es bastante más sencillo de lo que pensamos.
Un piano, una batería, un bajo ocasional , la maravillosa voz de Amanda Palmer y tenemos un gran disco "Yes, Virginia".
Baladas íntimas como Delilha, estribillos pop en Shores of California, música circense propia de película muda en Modern Moonlight, cabaret en Sex Changes, en definitiva una mezcla de estilos entre lo alegre y lo trágico con un alto contenido emocional.
Una estética clown que a este Predicador siempre le ha fascinado.
¿Hay algo más bonito en esta vida llena de sinsabores que ser un PAYASO? De eso se trata, de intentar poner una sonrisa en un llanto y dar esperanza al desaliento.
Para los amantes de las curiosidades, el nombre del disco "Yes, Virginia" está inspirado en un famoso editorial del diario The New York Sun donde se da respuesta a la carta enviada por una niña de 8 años llamada Virginia preguntando si realmente existía Santa Claus. Aquí os dejo el original de dicho editorial fechado en 1897.
Para los amantes de las curiosidades, el nombre del disco "Yes, Virginia" está inspirado en un famoso editorial del diario The New York Sun donde se da respuesta a la carta enviada por una niña de 8 años llamada Virginia preguntando si realmente existía Santa Claus. Aquí os dejo el original de dicho editorial fechado en 1897.
Dear Editor—I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, "If you see it in The Sun, it's so." Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?
Virginia O'Hanlon115 West Ninety Fifth Street
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence.
We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! He lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
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"Is There a Santa Claus?" reprinted from the September 21, 1897, number of The New York Sun.
Alguien dijo alguna vez: "La risa es el único lenguaje en el que se expresan todos los pueblos de la tierra". Que así sea.
