Madrid lava MAS BLANCO..

... y estos señores ni te cuento.
¡¡Ala Madrí, que este año hay doblete!!
Hasta la victoria.

Qué Blanco era mi Valle

Y ya era hora de que lo volviera a ser.
Nuestra más sincera enhorabuena a todos los que estabais y aún estáis de enhorabuena. Jeje.
Ahora que no decaiga. ¡¡¡Ala Madrid!!

A Jaime y Pedro, por su apoyo incodicionalmente torero al club.

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Prince Bob

"It's alright, ma (I'm only bleeding)" es el título de uno de los grandes temas de Bob Dylan, que acaba de ser galardonado con el Premio Príncipe de Asturias de las Artes. Una tirita made in Spain de 50.000 euros que recibe este genio de la música a sus 65 años.
It's alright, ma..... as long as I'm singing.
"Darkness at the break of noon, shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon there is no sense in trying.
Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn suicide remarks are torn from the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying.
Temptation's page flies out the door you follow, find yourself at warWatch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before you discover that you'd just be one more person crying.
So don't fear if you hear a foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.
As some warn victory, some downfall private reasons great or small can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl while others say don't hate nothing at all except hatred.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark to flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far that not much is really sacred.
While preachers preach of evil fates teachers teach that knowledge waits can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates but even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked.
An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.
Advertising signs that con you into thinking you're the one that can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on all around you.
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near when a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear that somebody thinks they really found you.
A question in your nerves is lit yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit to keep it in your mind and not fergit that it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.
Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.
For them that must obey authority that they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be nothing more than something they invest in.
While some on principles baptized to strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize and then say God bless him.
While one who sings with his tongue on fire gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole that he's in.
But I mean no harm nor put fault on anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare to push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears obscenity, who really cares Propaganda, all is phony.
While them that defend what they cannot see with a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly for them that think death's honesty won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely.My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff at pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough What else can you show me?And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only."
"It's alright, ma (I'm only bleeding)" by Bob Dylan.

Vayan preparando la otra mejilla..

... porque la bofetada hipotecaria está al caer. Así se viene poniendo de manifiesto a través de diferentes informaciones impresas, de entre las cuales destacamos la siguiente noticia publicada por ABC el pasado 15 de junio:
"Las familias podrían soportar sólo dos puntos más en los intereses hipotecarios".
¿Hasta cuándo podrán seguir pagando la hipoteca las familias españolas al ritmo actual de subidas de intereses? Según el anuario estadístico del mercado inmobiliario español 2007 presentado por la Consultora Acuña y Asociados, de momento los españoles pueden seguir pagando. Aunque "ya lo están pasando mal con intereses cercanos al 4,5%" lo pasarán mucho peor en 2008 si se materializan los incrementos hipotecarios previstos. "La gran bofetada llegará en junio de 2008. Creo que las familias podrán soportar un máximo de dos puntos más de subidas en los intereses de sus hipotecas, salvo que la renta media subiera considerablemente. Para los propietarios que han adquirido su vivienda hace un año estos incrementos pueden suponer una pérdida del 30% de su renta disponible anual", explica Fernando Rodríguez y Rodríguez de Acuña, presidente de la citada consultora.