5 de agosto de 2008
Gauchos modernos / Modern "Gauchos"
Foto / Photo © 2006, Noelia.
Gauchos modernos
Las ovejas tienen su tiempo, por mas que los gauchos traten de apurarlas se nos cruzaron en la ruta.
Paramos el auto, Noelia bajó, el rebaño se quedó quietito como para la foto, mientras el hombre de a caballo hacía sonar algo que tenía en la mano, era como una maraca, no se veía bien.
Luego de la foto, los animales entendieron que debían seguir su camino y el gaucho seguía haciendo sonar secamente su instrumento.
Al pasar a nuestro lado vimos que lo que hacía ruido no era otra cosa que una botella plástica ( pet ) de Coca-Cola a la cual le había puesto unas piedritas dentro.
Un gran amigo, marketer de Coca-Cola siempre sostenía que todo en la ciudad tiene que ver con esta famosa bebida refrescante, pues si una calle – por ejemplo - cambia de “mano” ( sentido de la dirección única ) los recorridos de los camiones hay que ajustarlos, los carteles publicitarios hay que cambiarlos de orientación, la ruta de los vendedores también se debe “retocar”, en fin……
Lo que no me dijo nunca, es que las ovejas en el campo también debían cumplir este axioma.
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Modern Gauchos
The sheep have its own time, the "gauchos" was trying to move them quickly but they wanted to stop in the midle of the way in front of our car . Of course, we stopped, Noelia wanted to take a photo, the view was so pretty.....the sheep as knowing what Noelia was doing looked at the camera and seems to us that a smile was in their faces, Noelia made the shot, and then the sheep continued their way.
One gaucho shaked one hand making sounds with an instrument as a "maraca" ( a hand instrument used in pairs for the bolero´s ensambles ), we cannot saw what kind of instrument actually was, when he walk with his horse beside us we was surprised a lot.
The "maraca" was an empty plastic bottle of Coca-Cola with some little stones in.
A friend of mine, an old Coca-Cola marketer always says : " Coca-Cola is everywhere" but he never said me the sheep knows this axiom.
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Todos al tren !! / All aboard !!!
No soy un erudito, tampoco una persona de gran memoria. Tampoco conozco los modelos de locomotoras ni los números de serie de los vagones. Quizàs sean cosas que me pierdo, conocimiento del cual carezco. Si tengo desde muy pequeño la pasión por los trenes - quizàs por los viajes, pues eso elicitan los trenes - fruto de una madre que nos llevaba a mi hermano y a mi a ver partidas y llegadas a la estación de nuestro barrio.
Los años me llevaron por diferentes rincones del mundo, a veces por trabajo, otras por placer. Viendo las fotos que he tomado, surgen como una constante los trenes.
Con esta simple aficción, las fotos, los viajes, los trenes, me he ido rodeando de conocidos, de amigos, de "hermanos de fraternidad" en diferentes países, es por ello - y para sacar todo esto a la luz - que comienzo, humildemente, a publicar este blog.
Espero que no sea tan simple que no convoque, ni tan erudito que asuste, que sea un nuevo punto de encuentro con los viejos y los nuevos amigos.
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I´m not an erudite, neither a big memory person. I don´t know the reference number of any engine or locomotive. Perhaps these things that I don´t know may be a knowledge that I must, but what only understand is my passion about trains and trains trips, trips in distant worlds or distant hemispheres.
My mother brought us – my brother and me – to a little station in a tiny neighborhood of Montevideo to see the trains arrivals and departures, was our favourite childhood hobby
( or perhaps only mine ? ).
For working or leisure, year by year, I travelled for many countries of Latin and North America, and a constant in this trips was a visit to the more nearest train station.
I can see now my photo memories and find in it a persistent motif : a lot of railroad photographs, from Uyuni in Bolivia to Orlando in USA, from an old engine ( almost destroyed ) to a TGV train.
The railways made me know a lot of people also, with the same – insane- passion, and like a fraternity a lot of blogs and web sites has been appeared, from BsAs ( Argentina) , from Uruguay, groups, indivuduals, instutions for memory preserve.....
And now with the "official " publication of my own blog I can put in words and images my secret passion, came in.
And this is for you reader, from some far – or near – country in the world, all your comments ( positive or negatives ) are welcome.
This also want to be a meeting point for old and new friends.
Los años me llevaron por diferentes rincones del mundo, a veces por trabajo, otras por placer. Viendo las fotos que he tomado, surgen como una constante los trenes.
Con esta simple aficción, las fotos, los viajes, los trenes, me he ido rodeando de conocidos, de amigos, de "hermanos de fraternidad" en diferentes países, es por ello - y para sacar todo esto a la luz - que comienzo, humildemente, a publicar este blog.
Espero que no sea tan simple que no convoque, ni tan erudito que asuste, que sea un nuevo punto de encuentro con los viejos y los nuevos amigos.
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I´m not an erudite, neither a big memory person. I don´t know the reference number of any engine or locomotive. Perhaps these things that I don´t know may be a knowledge that I must, but what only understand is my passion about trains and trains trips, trips in distant worlds or distant hemispheres.
My mother brought us – my brother and me – to a little station in a tiny neighborhood of Montevideo to see the trains arrivals and departures, was our favourite childhood hobby
( or perhaps only mine ? ).
For working or leisure, year by year, I travelled for many countries of Latin and North America, and a constant in this trips was a visit to the more nearest train station.
I can see now my photo memories and find in it a persistent motif : a lot of railroad photographs, from Uyuni in Bolivia to Orlando in USA, from an old engine ( almost destroyed ) to a TGV train.
The railways made me know a lot of people also, with the same – insane- passion, and like a fraternity a lot of blogs and web sites has been appeared, from BsAs ( Argentina) , from Uruguay, groups, indivuduals, instutions for memory preserve.....
And now with the "official " publication of my own blog I can put in words and images my secret passion, came in.
And this is for you reader, from some far – or near – country in the world, all your comments ( positive or negatives ) are welcome.
This also want to be a meeting point for old and new friends.
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