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LIFE magazine – Special Edition 1969 – Woodstock

Woodstock

LIFE magazine – Special Edition 1969 – Woodstock

They won’t let me put up Marlene Dietrich’s cut so here’s another..

 

Newborns are aliens and my grandson even more so..

 

fotito de mil palabras..

 

I Just Don’t Understand – Ann-Margret

Moebius

Rest in peace Jean

Jailbird – Kurt Vonnegut

*   My mother, as I have said ad nauseam in other books, had declined to go on living, since she could no longer be what she had been at the time of her marriage-one of the richest women in town.

* I tried to write a story about a reunion between my father and myself in heaven one time. An early draft of this book in fact began that way. I hoped in the story to become a really good friend of his. But the story turned out perversely, as stories about real people we have known often do. It seemed that in heaven people could be any age they liked, just so long as they had experienced that age on Earth. Thus, John D. Rockefeller, for example, the founder of Standard Oil, could be any age up to ninety-eight. King Tut could be any age up to nineteen, and so on. As author of the story, I was dismayed that my father in heaven chose to be only nine years old.

I myself had chosen to be forty-four-respectable, but still quite sexy, too. My dismay with Father turned to embarrassment and anger. He was lemur-like as a nine-year-old, all eyes and hands. He had an endless supply of pencils and pads, and was forever tagging after me, drawing pictures of simply everything and insisting that I admire them when they were done. New acquaintances would sometimes ask me who that strange little boy was, and I would have to reply truthfully, since it was impossible to lie in heaven, “It’s my father.”

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Barcelona Ciudad Abierta No Tiene Quien La Defienda – Loquillo

Quién defenderá Las Ramblas?
¡Ascaso y Durruti muertos!..

Pólvora, Tabaco y Cuero..

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