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A Inma, Vero, Pepo, Ramón y todos los que querían pero no pudieron venirse. A Erika, Eli, Pedro, Arturo, Ángel y Mario, por su grata compañía. A Laura por abrirnos las puertas de su casa y su despensa. A quién no menciono pero albergo en esta memoria. Y por supuesto al dR.Nick por sus ¡Tesitos!


Era un mes de primavera, pongamos que abril de 2013, y nos decidimos a realizar un viaje A Madrid para ver a Rammstein en concierto. Para variar llevaba la cámara de fotos, y me dediqué a inmortalizar el recuerdo de aquellos días con el proposito de maquetar este libro. 5 días, gente maravillosa con la que compartirlos, una ciudad por descubrir y el esperado concierto. el resultado fueron 600 fotos y otras tantas historias que podrían encriptarse entre las letras de las canciones que nos acompañaban en cada instante. Sin más preámbulos, comenzamos con el diario...


Jueves 18: Rumbo a Ciudad Capital.


Back in Black Back in black I hit the sack I’ve been too long I’m glad to be back Yes I’m, let loose From the noose That’s kept me hanging about I keep looking at the sky ‘Cause it’s gettin’ me high Forget the herse ‘cause I’ll never die I got nine lives Cat’s eyes Usin’ every one of them and running wild CHORUS: ‘Cause I’m back Yes, I’m back Well, I’m back Yes, I’m back Well, I’m back, back (Well) I’m back in black Yes, I’m back in black Back in the back Of a Cadillac Number one with a bullet, I’m a power pack Yes, I’m in a bang With a gang They’ve got to catch me if they want me to hang

Cause I’m back on the track And I’m leadin’ the pack Nobody’s gonna get me on another rap So look at me now I’m just makin’ my play Don’t try to push your luck, just get out of my way CHORUS Well, I’m back, Yes I’m back Well, I’m back, Yes I’m back Well, I’m back, back Well I’m back in black Yes I’m back in black hooo yeah Ohh yeah Yes I am Oooh yeah, yeah Oh yeah Back in now Well I’m back, I’m back Back, I’m back Back, I’m back Back, I’m back Back, I’m back Back Back in black Yes I’m back in black


Llegada a Madrid.


Winds of Chance I follow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change An August summer night Soldiers passing by Listening to the wind of change The world is closing in Did you ever think That we could be so close, like brothers The future’s in the air I can feel it everywhere Blowing with the wind of change Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change Walking down the street Distant memories Are buried in the past forever I follow the Moskva Down to Gorky Park Listening to the wind of change Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night

Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams With you and me Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change The wind of change Blows straight into the face of time Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell For peace of mind Let your balalaika sing What my guitar wants to say Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams With you and me Take me to the magic of the moment On a glory night Where the children of tomorrow dream away in the wind of change


Una noche en la Fontana


I WAS MADE FOR LOVING YOU Tonight I wanna give it all to you In the darkness There’s so much I wanna do And tonight I wanna lay it at your feet ‘Cause girl, I was made for you And girl, you were made for me I was made for lovin’ you baby You were made for lovin’ me And I can’t get enough of you baby Can you get enough of me Tonight I wanna see it in your eyes Feel the magic There’s something that drives me wild And tonight we’re gonna make it all come true ‘Cause girl, you were made for me And girl I was made for you I was made for lovin’ you baby You were made for lovin’ me And I can’t get enough of you baby Can you get enough of me I was made for lovin’ you baby You were made for lovin’ me And I can give it all to you baby

Can you give it all to me Oh, can’t get enough, oh, oh I can’t get enough, oh, oh I can’t get enough Yeah, ha Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do Do, do, do, do, do, do, do I was made for lovin’ you baby You were made for lovin’ me And I can’t get enough of you baby Can you get enough of me Oh, I was made, you were made I can’t get enough No, I can’t get enough I was made for lovin’ you baby You were made for lovin’ me And I can’t get enough of you baby Can you get enough of me I was made for lovin’ you baby You were made for lovin’ me And I can give it all to you baby


VIERNES 19: CASA DE LAURA.


HOTEL CALIFORNIA On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night. There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself ‘This could be heaven or this could be Hell’ Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face. Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year you can find it here Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember, some dance to forget So I called up the Captain, ‘Please bring me my wine’ He said, ‘we haven’t had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine’ And still those voices are calling from

far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say” Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (such a lovely place) Such a lovely face. They livin’ it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said, ‘we are all just prisoners here, of our own device’ And in the master’s chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can’t kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back to the place I was before ‘Relax’ said the night man, ‘We are programmed to receive. You can check out any time you like, But you can never leave!’


POEMA CONTRA LA RESACA: Oh blanca paloma que a lo alto volabas por encima de las nubes oh blanca paloma que en tu pico llevabas una hermosa florecilla

Oh blanca paloma que a lo alto sigues alzando tu vuelo alto mientras en las nubes te vas perdiendo en las espesas nubes.

Oh blanca paloma que de lo veloz que volabas dejaste caer esa tierna y hermosa florecilla que sin tu querer lastimaste.

Oh siendo tu fuerte y valiente paloma blanca, que en tu vuelo te perdiste a lo lejos ya nada queda de esa blanca paloma .


Viernes 19. Plaza de Cibeles


Instituto Cervantes, Gran vĂ­a


Welcome to

Welcome to the jungle we’ve got fun and games We got everything you want honey, we know the names We are the people that can find whatever you may need If you got the money honey we got your disease [Chorus] In the jungle, welcome to the jungle Watch it bring you to your knnn knne knees, knees I want to watch you bleed Welcome to the jungle we take it day by day If you want it you’re gonna bleed but it’s the price to pay And you’re a very sexy girl that’s very hard to please You can taste the bright lights but you won’t get there for free In the jungle welcome to the jungle Feel my, my, my serpentine Ooh, I want to hear you scream Welcome to the jungle it gets worse here every day Ya learn to live like an animal in the jungle whe-


o the jungle

re we play If you hunger for what you see you’ll take it eventually You can have everything you want but you better not take it from me [Chorus] And when you’re high you never ever want to come down So down, so down, so down, yeah You know where you are? You’re down in the jungle baby, you’re gonna dieee In the jungle welcome to the jungle Watch it bring you to your knees, knees In the jungle welcome to the jungle Feel my, my, my serpentine In the jungle welcome to the jungle Watch it bring you to your knees, knees In the jungle welcome to the jungle Watch it bring you to you Its gonna bring you down, ha!!


Sรกbado 20: Los Jardines de Palacio.


RESOLUCIÓN ÓPTICA E INTERPOLADA: Al hablar de resolución lo correcto es referimos a la “resolución óptica”. Este valor indica el número de puntos sensibles a la luz que componen el sensor de la imagen. Estos se corresponden con cada uno de los píxeles que componen la foto captada por la cámara. Se trata de un valor absoluto, que se puede obtener contando físicamente los píxeles del sensor. La resolución interpolada, sin embargo, no es más que un método “artificial” de aumentar el tamaño de la imagen. La interpolación es un proceso en el que se “inventan” nuevos puntos donde no los había. Un programa analiza la imagen y le añade píxeles para incrementar el número total. Así, por ejemplo, si todos los puntos situados alrededor del lugar donde se debe insertar un nuevo píxel son de color verde, éste será también verde. Este proceso no aumenta la calidad de la imagen, solo la hace más grande. Es importante a la hora de valorar la calidad de representación de una cámara que la resolución indicada por el fabricante sea resolución óptica.



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