Y tu mamá también, set in Memphis

Continued from page 33 ∴

Ibid. c.2017. But with a different name: Olympiades

Mary and Paul’s relationship was over a long time ago. The sad thing was that they were both together because both of them were sick… [one had a troubled heart and the other had this consuming loneliness, or something like that].

Guillermo Arriaga
21 Grams
[paraphrased summary]

Please stand-by for context… or not, it doesn’t matter anymore. Long story short, the troubled heart got fixed with Money and the consuming loneliness was actually pretty fucking awesome, until the Father of The Bride section of the wedding scene. That part of the play was by-invitation only and that is where i heard the Last Song that i was expecting to hear on the skirts of the Alpes Maritimes overlooking Nice, y sí, it was TRACK 13 for the soundtrack of, “Y Tu Mamá También”, Mateo García; aunque usted—no lo crea.

Track 13 “The Wedding Song” 🧶 345FE29F-4DE1-4C72-B1CB-E50DED47988A 🎶 If you are a non-reader of this blog you might have missed the beat that i kept for a brief while in the form of my weekend mornings interludes with Perrine, Lindsey and Ashley (from Ashley’s World… or something like that) and i do declare that among the unsolicited affection dispersed in a whole bunch of arcs and twists, and weather reports on that section of the blog, them weekend intermezzos are among my favorites in this rag that i call a blog.

Sin embargo, muchachas, and to continue with the above written cutline ⤴️, tactical challenges and logistical disturbances have (as expected) obliterated my defenses, and so for that matter don’t–keep–on ignoring the fact that the triangulation behind the Technicolor block was not about you. 

The hypothenuse of them coordinates will always and forever be* about establishing a key character in my ten-year permanence in France. And it is nothing personal.

* or for as long as there is a Fifth French Republic.

It is not, i repeat, it is not about judging the character in the scene, as Alejandro Cuarón (or is it Alfonso González?) stated on chapter 7 of The Faber Book of Mexican Cinema. It is not, i re-type, it-is-not-personal. And, as Mr. Iñárritu stated in that particular section of the book, and i am paraphrasing here, ‘you have to read from whose point of the script the context is coming from‘, and in this particular case the context is coming from Bruno, the supervisor of Stephanie Menou at one of the dépôt sections of the Paris Prefecture, and that is because that public fonctionnaire received an e-mail from a former partner of this blog, a medical doctor who scolded (Bruno) the government employee for telling me, at the time when he removed my first 3-year residence permit card from my hand and then proceeded to tell me that “i had no rights in France.” There is more context to that incident, but you have to look it up since that particular page has turned.

And that, my sweet Saturday/Sunday morning car-tunes is the reason why BFM’er TV’s transmission hub is in the picture, because i used to live on the other end of the street named after that Rebel-rouser at The Paris Commune, but for some reason i can’t remember the compete name of Jeannine-Elaine-Garreau.

Right now, however, i have to do like las ruedas–que rápido ​ruedan, and catch Metro line 3 to Levallois; where this whole homeless experience began… ah, the memories, “it’s like starting over” again Madam Hidalgo, because four years ago today, American pundits were begging the French electorate not to elect Marine Le Pen, and lo and behold, isn’t that fear what Nancy (FR) was all about?

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*Poison for my Baby… or How To Stop Worrying About the VOSTFr*

The things we did [that] summer
  the lunches that We used to pack…
  how can a Love that looked so Good
— Go Bad?

Así las cosas… o “como dicen en Banderilla, Veracruz”: c’est comme ça!

13 de febrero, 2018
Sabbatical Day N° 40e French Theory
…With François Hollande:
St. Valentine’s Eve.

brought to you,

by:

The Tam Tam Princesse, Frida Kahlo Collection of 2018
(In stores now).

2018 toca, según el Zodiaco de los Tacos Orientales de Cuernavaca, a el PERRO, Claro – de color – agradecido, y el elemento de ese can es la Tierra; a ver cómo nos va, con Israel cuando vayamos a Vallarta… con Flores para La Casa.

But first, the following must be read in a Paul Harvey’s voice… Good Day!

            Page 4 (n° 2208) 12 février, 2018

For the second week in a row The Unthinkable, The Unfathomable has happened, “The Eagles have made the newsOh Boy”. An F-16 has been downed by the pro-Regime ground forces of Hezbollah in Syria; needless to say, the Patriots over in Israel are devastated and On-Alert.

lo prometido es deuda y aquí la historia de El Metro en DirectMatin… because of course you know that it was the French who invented, well, you know… ya para que chingados les digo.

The staff, being an ultimate fan of the original ‘TALICA line-up, which included an Original “Fiend Club” Bass Head, keeps up with this sort of actualities because next to Global Warming, the Holy Wars over on the Promised Land happens to be one of the earthly issues that identifies US– ALL as the caveman of the Galaxy… but “Don’t Panic,” because the intergalactic “Pony Express” of one of theose “shit-country foreigners from Africa” is en-route to the Final Frontier looking for aid.

Une Religion a Encadrer

Meanwhile, over on PAGE 8 at the Hôtel de Matignon, there’s a Religion that still needs to be Framed … there is a Religion that needs to be fitted for a frame—or something like that. Gerard Collomb, se dice Favorable para que el Estado “intervenga” en el desarrollo… “o como dicen los franceses en Aguascalientes TV y, de el Canal Once Televisión”, en la enseñanza o en —La Formacion de imams, que…

mismo que como diría –a lo mejor– don Mario Moreno “Cantinflas”no es lo mismo; pero que con el paso del Señor Tiempo se integra igual, así más o menos como integraron a La Mismísima Virgen María de Guadalupe en La Guarida de Quasimodoen La Catedral de Nuestra Señora de París, allí mismo en dónde don Napo se coronó él mismo, como Emperador; y que para Causa con Frijoles Refritossi es igual!

así de la mismísima manera como se forman los Obispos Primados de toda América latina, sean de El Perú o de Le Mexique, como « beatos de La República »… anygüey, cualquier parecido con ROMA, pues es pura coincidencia « Chato », y mejor ya no digo nada sobre la cuestión del dialecto de los corsos [como segunda lengua en su Isla] porque Brontis, allá en La Prefectura de La Cité, se nos puede poner —mañana para nuestra cita, de San Valentín con Marianna pues, algo especial.

La del Re-integro:

Como ganar en el ajedrez en tres brincos. Uno, Dos, Tres.

[Woman’s Voice
Westward Ruth in the role of Sarah Silverman]

… we now return to:

The Tam Tam Princesse, Frida Kahlo Collection of 2018

… previously on the Tam Tam Princesse Advertisement Campaign:

Brozo : ¿Y qué quiere ese hijo de la chingada conmigo, eh?

VoIP 1 : Quiere que por favor le tire un cable a la oficina de él,
a la de Echo Park.

Brozo : Um-que la tiznada …
Ya valió, no contaba con su astucia.

THE CALL

[Landline telephone rings]

Ring… ring

Ring… ring

Ring… ring

[Voz de mujer]

Good Morning, Gary Sanchez without an accent productions.
How may I direct your call?

[Voz de macho mexicano…
Brozo “the shady clown”, pura mexicanidad pura, chingao’
y ahora, hasta con los huevos del Toro del otro día]

Good morning, señorita, con el senor Víctor Trujillo “plis”

One momentito, please hold.

Ring… ring

Ring… ring

Riing… ring

[Man’s voice
Víctor Trujillo]

Yes, Lola, who is it?

It’s the fucking Clown

Ah, yes, the Fucking Clown, “put him on”

Brozo :

¡Licenciado!

Hola, Brozo, ¿cómo has estado?

Muy bien, aquí listo para echar a volar “La Galería” y pues acabo de recibir su mensaje, ¿en qué le puedo servir?

Ah, mira, no esperaba respuesta tan pronto, pero ya que te tengo “en linea”, –cabrón…

[…pensó sin decir en voz alta el patrón del pinche payaso tenebroso]

Fíjate que saltó una oportunidad para exprimirle unos Euros a las enaguas de Santa Frida y necesitamos localizar a tu “Reata”, cabrón

[Ahora si le salió bien natural el descriptor, en voz de Trujillo]

Faltaba menos licenciado… ahorita mismo después del show se la localizo.

– No Brozo, no me la localices a mi; mandasela al cabrón de Donnie Deutsch.
Lolita te va a dar sus datos para que la pongas en contacto con el gringo.

Ah, muy bien, licenciado

Muchas gracias Brozo.
Oyes, Brozo, aquí est
á Catalonio Barcelonneto de Peralvillo, ¿lo recuerdas?

Sí. Afirmativo.

Dice que ¡Chingues a tu madre! Ja, Ha, Ja…

Ah ese pinche Catalonio, dígale que le tocan unos whisky-ses-ses al pinche norteño, y que ya deje de hacerse, Güey, el muy cabrón.

Saludos, Brozo.

Hasta la próxima, Licenciado.

TimeStamp : 1900 hours in CET… this entry needs editing. Si nos dejan, mañana la corregimos…


 

 

 

 

11 de octubre (Reloaded*)

* Ladies in Gemini, please be advised that this entry was re-purposed from The Sombreo Galaxy, in order to fit it’s complementing future piece that would slowly–but–surely arrive on July 16, 2020, from The Frijoles Universe in the Donald John Trump Galaxy, more Intel can be gathered from The Aldous Huxley European Research Institute (in Paris, France… of course).

https ://asegovia3 .com/2020/07/16/great-moments-in-eye-was-shocked-that-would-happen/

THE CAKE IS A LIE:

The cake is a lie
Fuente: http://layer-cake.eu/
Fuente: http://www.layer-cake.com/produits/serious-games?competence_seriousgames=Presentation

Serious Games / Juegos Concienzudos

Dicen los gringos que todo es un juego… hasta que alguien sale perdiendo un ojo. O sus papeles de inmigración. El affiche de arriba “The Cake is a Lie”, es una parodia. NO Se debe de tomar en serio, y cualquier parecido con la realidad, es mera coincidencia…