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was at one of these trips by public transport when I found out humming "Beautiful " Ink. I wrote down the name of the song in my beloved book of the moment, a Moleskine silver Cyn gave me , and upon reaching the office I looked the subject in Youtube . The following was grasping the infinite musical file lean and discover not only all the songs from one of my favorite icons of classic cinema and children, but that I did the tribute that Caifanes, Natalia Lafourcade and Jaguar, among others, will devote to the celebrated Pachuco in 2006.

With King of Tibiri I tried to arm myself with courage when I have to survive that transit times impassable insists on closing the Access to Los Ruices or impede further without major surprises by Rómulo Gallegos. More often, the van stops in front of the kids who go through to get to Millennium Mall or when no one for the traffic light. Sure, the sound helps them cope with the disorder, but does not repeat s atmosphere Cratch unmistakable AM \u200b\u200bradio that I refer to the top and engulfed me so much of myself to sing. Some of his songs, including "Singin 'in the bathroom" with its brash and uncouth pace, seduces and accompanies me, despite the compressed sound and the headphones as symbolic protective wall in front of both vehicular and pedestrian traffic chaos.

Tintan Sing to me back at times Chilangas the streets of Mexico City, the Zocalo, and Cafe Tacuba, by my beloved Tenampa Bar and the Plaza Garibaldi. It also reminds me of Cat-jazz, Baloo and sing about the search for the essential. Now when I see o The Aristocats Jungle Book , I can recall that rare privilege we enjoy children could be recreated with voices like this. Can not imagine how happy I am that my little ones could enjoy it too.

confess that I have a file on my iPod rancheras. There are many Mexican singers, but also English, as Bunbury or Carlos Ann. One day, someone will be scared with some of my howling singing Rider "... I know. Today, for example, had no time to arm myself value and plugged into my iPod covered up, and suffered endless horrors vallenato songs chanted by high school kids occupied all the rear seats of the bus. When the tail threatened to degenerate into eternal, and my ears had collapsed, had already begun to see some words that were repeated as a litany. Finally, I almost lost my stop scoring semantic fields on women and love in the vallenato. "You're my mommy " stuck in my mind a long time. How strong.