Una rosa es una rosa es una rosa...

Y esta flor tan espectacular, no es una rosa. Pero ejemplifica la maravilla de la naturaleza, su perfección, y la alegría que nos permite experimentar si abrimos los ojos y el corazón. Como lo había comentado en post anterior, vivimos atrapados en el progreso, en la modernidad, y eso no nos deja salir de entre paredes de concreto y sentir el sol, el aire, la luz y los colores. Esta flor tan espectacularmente hermosa, está grabada en mi memoria, y en la de los patos, los gatos y el racón.

A night at the Hollywood Bowl

For this vacation the Gatos had a quite memorable surprise for us. We went to the Hollywood Bowl to see Paul McCartney.
I have never really been fond of him, but he was spectacular. And watching him playing at the Bowl, after what he called "a million of years", made me have my own travel through time. The Beatles played here in the sixties, and since then Paul had not come back to this magnificent stage. He remembered the crowds back then, John, George, the civil rights struggle and linked this memories back to the future, to Obama's smiling face, and a song calling for change.
Meanwhile, I remembered the height of the eighties, when mum brought me to Hollywood, to see Marilyn Monroe's foot and hand prints at the Chinese theater. Dressed like a mini-Madonna, and endlessly moody, mum made me visit an empty Hollywood Bowl, to see the stage where the biggest ones played. I thought of you during the whole concert last night, mamichi.