Tres Acordes - T07E04: El imaginario

Warning: The following program

contains offensive language. Not suitable

for children.

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Come on, come on, crazy, let's go. Come on, don't be such a pain,

old lady. No, not your old lady, not the waiter who has to

go home. We'll pay you

double.

Ah, and now what the hell are we going to find?

Open Wednesday at this hour? You can't go

out on weekends? Not

this month. I have the weekends

reserved for my girl, but nothing. Skirt,

your only company is ex-

videos.

The clouds float in the blue sky,

aerial cotton, white and pure, shadow,

rain, splendor.

[Applause]

This place, you idiot, has its charm.

Besides, it's the only thing open so

late. And yes, it's true,

the following poem is called cinema.

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Light, wave and particle, in it travels the

film, screen, information, art in the

form of drama or action, eruption of

diverse imagination, evolution from

Kurosawa to Cuarón, analog or

digital, cult or commercial, musical,

police, it's all the same, it all ends when you press

play, where I am brave, where I am the king,

the sorrows end, the problems go away,

if for my eyes poems were written.

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New, dear

crazy, how can it be that not Learn to

respect privacy if we're here

as customers. Yes, we have the

right. Hold it,

idiot. Besides, in any case,

we're the ones who should be

offended. Why? Because it pissed me off.

How can you come and read your

poems without telling us? I wanted to go through

this experience alone. If I'm

near people I know, it's hard for me to

go on stage without feeling

pressured, but don't be an idiot. If we're here, we're

going to support you.

Thanks. So you can answer me. [ __ ] it. We're

going to support you, or some other

joke of that level.

Tomorrow I want to come back. You're invited if

you want.

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Here's the payment for your services. The last thing

I have left. I'm left with

nothing. I'm not too

worried because soon my plants

have to bear fruit. This year I didn't hang up. If you have a hangover, the

weekend is coming

and I don't have any. Fake. I want to

die. Well, the

joker. Oh, the joker doesn't want to be bothered. He

's in a bad mood because he ran out of weed.

Stop yelling. Ah, stop, stop

making noise. Cacho can't read the

newspaper. Let's see what's here. Oh, you're

Cacho's grandmother. Cacho's a ball of [ __ ], he can't

handle a little joke, Cortana, but I didn't get you all worked up,

we'll get there,

Duque says, tonight he's waiting for us at 9

in the imaginary place, what for, and dude, he was going to

read his poems. Ah, but who's flying? I'll go

later when they don't invite you, don't

complain, right? If it weren't for the fact that we

stumbled across it last night,

we wouldn't have even realized he was there, what a jerk. Oh well, let's go,

but I'm just so pissed off, there were

delays, dude. Adri got hooked

playing the Play 5, we don't have a Play 5

but he's going

to shop anyway, a bit of an exaggeration that they

call Arachna. Okay, let's go in and

thanks for coming, I'm really

surprised and grateful for the support,

and Italy. Hey guys, do you know how the

Thursday night scene works? No, no, no

idea, let me tell you, on Thursdays we're all

artists. So if you come in you're

obligated to do an exhibition,

whatever your

artistic date is, it's time to show it, it's your

time to participate. Well, I'm here to

read texts and poems, but they're not, I don't know about

you. Thanks for joining me.

I hope that Don't be bothered that we

only see each other tomorrow, don't

wait for me, no, no, no, hold on, hold on, hold on. Hey,

by any chance do you have a guitar? Yes,

several instruments because I'm

making music, I could try some

songs I'm writing,

things, this thing called playing guitar,

I also write poetry, great, table for

three, you have

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thanks for coming to another Thursday night

where we are all artists, we start

a love without so many twists and turns, a love with free rein, a

love in a hang glider

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liberal not liberated, that's right, libertarian not libertine, I am free, I am

free

today

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the restless calm of not having

company, my cold hands always empty,

without joy the days go by, me alone with

myself in the photograph, love doesn't

arrive while the heart waits to be

pulled from the abyss and for loneliness to stop

its attack before time afflicts us

[Applause]

Hello, I'm Adrián and I wrote this poem a

while ago, it's called "Whistle Zombies" Oh no,

here come the zombies and they're not pretty,

many of them have their whistles sticking out They

eat corpses, they're cursed, and you can

see their little bird through their panties. They don't

want to [ __ ], just eat, and

accidentally expose their dick. Here

come the zombies, they hear the screams, and

all those dicks are rotten.

Thanks, I

really nailed it, dude. Are you kidding me?

Nobody applauded you, Adriel. Yes,

because I shocked us. That was my

artistic quest, to shock them. No,

no, art isn't about shocking.

Oh well, young man, let's see what

art is about: materializing something from nothing,

communicating concepts and emotions in a

realm where words alone aren't

enough,

writer. There, words alone are enough,

right? But you have to put them in a frame,

something that says, "This is art." Otherwise, the

grocery list is art, homework

is art. Look, there are

grocery lists worthy of framing, and in

elementary school, with glue and tempera, I did

very artistic homework. That's not the

point. The point is that you have to help me.

Don't drag me into anything else. You made me

laugh. What you do has its charm. You

've been acting like a fool lately.

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The Cafru House is one of the first

Syrian-Lebanese heritages in the city.

This house, built in 1930 by the

architect Samir Cafru, is known for

its historical and cultural value, as well as

for its architect's contribution to the

construction of the

Flag Monument. We believe that the Cafru House

should be considered a

cultural and architectural heritage site of the city.

Therefore, we call for its

conservation and protection for

future generations. Currently, we have been working for

almost a year on creating a space

called The Imaginary. We

strongly encourage you to come and

see for yourselves everything

that our cultural center has to offer.

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Trash in New York in an

acrylic box, a banana stuck to a

white wall. For some, this is theft, but

for us, it goes beyond art. Hey,

I need a hand with what I'm

writing. Let's see, I went on a trip, I grabbed

my suitcase, I already have the ticket and a

blanket. I'm not taking suits or trinkets, just

a message and a ring. I want to marry

my sweetheart, the one who lets me fill her

cup and rejoices when I... I put my

dick in, no idiot,

rhyme ring with fixed. How nice to see you

taking the space I have to

express myself. As if it were nonsense. Oh

sure, your poems are great, and mine

are nonsense. No, I don't think your

poems are nonsense, I simply don't

consider them poems because the only

requirement for something to be a poem is that it gets close.

No, it's not like that at all.

The only thing that matters to me is that

the public likes it. If one day I had powers, I would

pick up all the women. If only I

had powers, children wouldn't have

homework. If one day I had powers, I would make

trains smell, I would steal

all the goods, I would teach you. I also have a

penis, and you would do what I ordered.

Thank you.

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Hello Tania, I'm calling you from the Ministry of the

Promotion and Consolidation of Cultural, Educational, Sports,

and

Architectural Management of the Province of Santa

Fe, and the truth is that your idea is

betraying a lot in the Undersecretariat. I

would like to know if today is convenient for you if I

pass

the border. It's good. What you wrote

stopped saying use in A song doesn't do what you

want, fashion changed, I changed,

sadness is renewed with time, the

six strings don't stretch anymore. Now there are

two you hear in the plaza

rapping new laments. I don't know what you meant

there, that before when

we went to the plaza there was always someone

with a guitar, but now the trend

of youth in the plazas is to get together

to rap. Two strings would be the

vocal cords, nothing. It's good, no, idiot, you know what I want, what's wrong with you, why are you

so

grumpy lately? Nothing. Come on, idiot,

I haven't been good this month. We'll have to

try. But at least in installments, a

new mixer so we can

professionalize a bit, maybe

later I'll ask my sister for her card.

Come on, Edu, I want to know what's wrong with you. Come on.

[Music] What's wrong with me is that I

feel like I've lived through a lot

more than you can

imagine. Without going any further, I recently had

a near-death experience and I

realized that despite having lived through

everything I've lived through, I don't make

things happen, things happen to me. I spent my

life working in offices and the times

that I I always wanted to dedicate myself to art, but it always

went terribly for me. One day, working here, I

found myself far from the offices. I

found myself working with artists, and I

started thinking that I've been writing my whole life

and I've never faced an audience,

at least not often enough to

know what my

skills and limitations are. So I

decided to make things happen.

One night I went out to read my material, and in my

imagination I had found a place

where I could play at being someone else, where I

could express myself. But then that

idiot Adele had to come along and interrupt my

inspiration. And you even

encourage it! So it's like with

you guys I'm in a kind of

mediocre loop, but not like the one

Casciari mentions, where he refers to people

who use clichés without imagination. No,

you guys are worse because I see that you

have the imagination, but man, you never

use it for anything useful.

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Sure, I understand you, what are you going to understand? If you don't give a damn about anything,

no, but I

understand you because I've played guitar

all my life, and only now am I daring enough to

record myself with an organized idea. In a

way, that's also facing an

audience. I didn't need a

near-death experience to

do that; I simply had to

realize that art is [ __ ],

[ __ ]. It's true that the only Sunday you

joined me for the film series in the

Imaginary, you burst into tears during the

monologue in Tears in the Rain. And

sometimes the conditions align,

hundreds of factors converging like

planets, to create a project that

connects with the deepest part of oneself.

But that feeling of

inexplicable melancholy is just as valid as being

tempted to laugh while watching old videos

of Natalia Natalia. That's why I drink my glass

when Adriel and I go to that place

full of people who have such a

lofty concept of art, and the guy

starts reading something that

Jorge Corona could have written. The uncomfortable energy

generated in that moment is a work

of art in itself. You're such an

idiot lately. Creation is the

oxygen of the imagination,

the same spirit that when I was a kid

grabbed a can of spray paint to paint a swear

word on a park wall. Neither the

guitar nor painting a wall is

really good for anything. No, no. I'm fed up.

From the idea of ​​nothingness, I want to leave my

mark, at least I want to try. You're going

to die, and sooner rather than later

someone will say your name for the last

time. You're already talking to me. A mark

like the one Van Gogh left, I don't know, let's say he

aimed downwards, man, it's just a figure of speech. And what do you

think, that in 1000 years people will still be

talking about Van Gogh? On this

planet, we don't know if there will still be

planets, a thousand years, nothing. If that's what it's for, you've already

failed. Oh well, the

artist doesn't even list any creative act,

it's art. Some created the White Album and

others a lentil empanada. We create

because it's inherent to us as

human beings. The idea is to have fun

thinking that everything is art. Edu, if everything

is art, then nothing is art. Well, read

the poems without giving them so much importance, and

you stopped being such a pain in the ass, man. Sorry, I'm

already totally crazy, idiot. No, no, no,

no, you guys aren't going anywhere. What do you mean, no, kid? What

you

do isn't art, it's an obscenity with

phallocentric undertones, unacceptable in a

place like this. What you heard, I

told you, idiot, no, you don't. Don't act like you're over it, you're

friends with him for a reason, no way. I

tried to tell him a thousand times,

we have the right to go wherever the hell we want,

and we

reserve the right of admission.

Hey guys,

come in, we're talking about a few things and I

'm with you now, damn it,

we behaved ourselves. I give you my

word, Edgar is a sensitive guy and he

really likes this place. We

stayed quiet, supporting him,

but at least let us in, Edu

deserves it. Okay, Edgar writes

things that I find more or less nice,

but this idiot is forbidden from

going on stage. Why did he stop?

At least, and for me, since they have a

two-for-one deal at Vermo today,

this is a poem I wrote based on

a conversation I had with a friend. It's

called art and it goes like this: art,

art, to reveal you as the standard

of a passionate struggle. The material and

the imaginary are not friends but

adversaries, and reality and art

captivate me with pride, to that place where

one plays, where the alpha finds his

omega, where there are no broken hopes, without

a place to scratch my dick.

Some use it to make a little money, others

To meet chicks who'll grab my

dick with art, I'm not going to create a

new world. It would be a placebo for my ego,

so better art to break my

balls, thanks,

this kind of idiot is a genius.

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And what happened up there? Nothing, I was just

thinking. And the truth is you're right that this thing about

every creative act being

art, not that at some point I'm going to

die without anyone resurrecting me. So I have to

stop taking life so

seriously. Oh, and about the nature of

art, did you come to any conclusions? Yes, I don't

want to have a debate about what

art is. Never again in my life. It's the nerdiest thing

that exists. Very interesting, especially what

that guy wrote because it

left us in shock. That's what

art is about, leaving us in shock. Well,

I guess I played them badly, thanks. What,

thanks, [ __ ]. Before, at least I

got a good impression of you, now I

realize that the three of you are

idiots. You're never coming back here again.

[Music]

A glance,

you sit in the stream for a long

time, and the stream is blue, Aquaman.

[Music]

This service doesn't have So

make a sacrifice, don't drive me

crazy, and leave some coffee.

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