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He descubierto a una de esas personas, Benjamin Zander, que transmite con su manera de contar las cosas, que además le pone entusiasmo a lo que hace, y que trata de que los demás se involucren y entiendan lo que él hace…

Un ejemplo, esta conferencia de 20 minutos. Está en inglés, pero subtitulada en español:

Ahora, a buscar el libro: El Arte De Lo Posible (en inglés The Art of Possibility: Transforming Professional and Personal Life ), de Benjamin Zander y Rosamund Stone Zander

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Hola.

Hoy comienza a impartirse un curso de guitarra que promete mucho. Pide muy poco a cambio (GRATUITO): practicar a diario un mínimo de 10 minutos y recomienda practicar un día 10 minutos y al siguiente día 30 minutos y vuelta a empezar.

Es decir, algo muy asequible. Además, se puede iniciar el curso en el primer nivel e ir progresando poco a poco durante el curso. O bien empezar con un nivel mayor. El requisito es siempre el mismo: practicar, practicar y practicar… Y participar algo en el foro donde se imparte.

Curso de Guitarra gratuito impartido por el maestro Jean-François Delcamp

¿Quién no puede sacar 10 minutos diarios, 6 días a la semana?

Animaos y participad. Cuantos más seamos en el curso, mejor.

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I am the passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city’s backside
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they’re bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city’s a rip in the sky
And everything looks good tonight
Singin’ la la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la
La la la la la-la-la la la-la
Get into the car
We’ll be the passenger
We’ll ride through the city tonight
See the city’s ripped insides
We’ll see the bright and hollow sky
We’ll see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh the passenger
How how he rides
Oh the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He see the stars come out tonight
He sees the city’s ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
’cause it just belongs to you and me
So let’s take a ride and see what’s mine
Singing…
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window’s eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
Oh, let’s ride and ride and ride and ride…
Singing…

Iggy Pop

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O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head;

It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!

But I, with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

Walt Whitman

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