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We use cookies to enhance your experience on our website. This website uses cookies that provide targeted advertising and which track your use of this website. You can change your cookie settings at any time. Continue Find out more. More Spanish examples for this word. En la mente de un idealista esto es perfecto. Para estos verdaderos idealistas el mayor de los respetos de nosotros, los ciudadanos. La respeto tanto … como odio a los grandes idealistas y a los movimientos de masas.
Los pseudo idealistas tienen mucho que aprender.
Su historia ha inspirado a muchos idealistas en el mundo. Pero los verdaderos idealistas ya las justifican. Decidimos rescatar en este cortometraje lo idealistas que son los adolescentes. Son los primeros balbuceos de este grupo de idealistas colmados de escepticismo.
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Return to KudoZ list. View Ideas submitted by the community. Post Your ideas for ProZ. It must be three or four in the afternoon. The plane pokes its nose into our field of vision from the far left, which I imagine corresponds to north, and from there it glides smoothly to the far right, like a hot knife through a block of butter.
For a few seconds after the plane is no longer visible from where we lie, its noise echoes. A little more than a year ago, just before emigrating to Canada, I somewhat unexpectedly took on the leading role in a movie being filmed in Mexico City. The planes passing overhead during filming were a torture for the sound engineer, who each time lost important moments of a dialogue that was more or less improvised and unrepeatable.
Knowing the problems this would create for the editing process, I got into the habit of shutting up whenever an airplane went by. This experience made me extremely sensitive to the planes over Mexico City, planes I had been ignoring with relative success for thirty years.
Nobody writes for a living in Mexico. Back then I believed, with ridiculous fervor, that I would be the glorious exception to the norm.
Instead I ended up working ten- and eleven-hour days for a magazine, a publishing house, a festival, an independent movie. From to I tried to be a writer in Mexico City. The sky split in two many, many times during those years. At first I survived on grants. Now, in Mexico there are grants for young writers which require them to attend workshops led by their senior colleagues.
I danced with them and fought with them, I loved them, I got drunk with them, we traded insults. The Impersonators follows seven citizens of the Villa Verdugo flats who arrived in la from America's heartland, searching for whatever. Decidimos rescatar en este cortometraje lo idealistas que son los adolescentes. Reviewing applications can be fun and only takes a few minutes. I observed the growth of my alcoholism with tenderness, as others watch the maturation of a child. E i luoghi sicuri non ci mettono niente a trasformarsi in trappole. And every so often this dark certainty, like the shadow of an airplane, flies over my spirit:
These older writers are, barring some exceptions, people whose only merit is having gotten old. Literature in Mexico is a gerontocracy. The old are praised for surviving to another birthday; the young are regarded with suspicion and treated with contempt. And the workshops, in general, are places where all the edges are filed off a piece of writing, where a text is homogenized until it loses all capacity to wound or bewilder.
For three years I lived off grants of this kind, confronting the workshop system with hyperbolic obstinacy. I could write a little during the slowest week, right after an issue had been put to bed. I could request a piece from any writer who interested me. But this illusion was short-lived: Editing each issue was like dancing with hyenas. Writers close to political power dividing up an imaginary prestige and macerating in the mediocrity of a prose that aspired at best to pallid efficiency.
So finally I left. I married a beautiful, intelligent woman, and we moved together to Colonia Narvarte, directly under the landing path of the airplanes. The recurrent sound of turbines became the new soundtrack of my existence, replacing the music of the synagogue and the piano tuner. Little by little everything got twisted, my vice and my violence stoked by the hypertrophic city. I observed the growth of my alcoholism with tenderness, as others watch the maturation of a child.
«Dejé de dormir y al poco, de soñar». Así comienza la declaración de un ejecutivo que busca sentido a sus pasos moviéndose torpemente por viejas ilusiones. Una declaración de odio [Miguel Ángel García Sánchez] on www.farmersmarketmusic.com Start reading Una declaración de odio (Spanish Edition) on your Kindle in under a.
I became irritable, prone to excesses of wrath.