La cumbre del rock

My favorite concert was this year, in January seventh. I went with three friends to “La cumbre del rock” in the national stadium.

I never did go in my life to a lot of concerts, so this was an special opportunity to see some bands both. Other reason that go to “La cumbre” was an special chance, was the last concert of Jorge González, thing that I enjoyed a lot, hear the classics of this man was awesome.

Other singers and bands that did concerts in “La cumbre del rock” was Planeta No, Mon Laferte, Ases Falsos, Joe Vasconcellos, Los Miserables, Javiera & Los Imposibles, Los Tres, etc. We saw the majority of those bands wrapped in a big heat. That was a hot day.

I specially remember the concert of Los Tres, it was my favorite moment of the day. I like a lot that band, and I never heard them before, so I sang with all my voice all their classics. When I returned to my house, my voice was exhausting and my skin was very toasted.        

Fog night

Brassai was a French photographer. He is one of my favorites photographers, I like a lot his night photos, and the way he use the light.

The picture what I choose is one of Paris’ streets taken by Brassai. The photo shows in first flat a bicycle, and in the background we can see two persons walking and some lights. All this wrapped in a thick fog.    

The picture was taken in the night, when the fog impregnates the streets. I like a lot the contrast in the picture: the bicycle and the persons are shadows in the street, and the tiny lights increase the contrast. I like the Brassai’s vision of night, his pictures has a startling feeling.

I also like the photo because it remembers me the Coyhaique’s night. There, the nights has an intense fog too, like the deep dark eclipsed with some lights in the street. 

One of my favorites Fridays

My best drunk story was in the year 2014. In that year I was in Coyhaique, in my last year of school. I specially remember that day because it was an union between my past and, in that moment, my present; the people I knew since I was a kid, and the people who I knew in that year.

I invited my classmates to my house that Friday. They come with a lot of beer and wine. We had to get drunk, because we had to go to a school party, and there we can´t drink alcohol. Anyway, we drink the most of the beer and then we went to the school. There was a little boring. We stayed there like two hours, and then we returned to my house.

In the journey of the return began the good part of the night. We passed in front of a bar. There was a group of drunk people. They were the friends of my childhood, I didn´t saw them in years. They recognized me first, we talked a moment and they went to my house, with more beer in their hands.

We talked with my childhood friends about the past, the good moments when we were kids. But then a classmate appeared in the door with three foreign girls, one was american, other Australian, and the last was French.

All the people in that house talked a lot, about anything. Outside was raining, so I was happier. With the foreign girls we talked about their culture, and all about their countries. The sense of the alcohol and marihuana in my body, the good conversations with my childhood friends, my classmates, and with the foreign girls, and the constant rain; made that Friday one of the best that I remember.