Lorca (Spanish pronunciation: [ˈlorka]) is a municipality and town in the autonomous community of Murcia in southeastern Spain, 36 miles southwest of the city of Murcia. It had a population of 92,694 in 2010, up from the 2001 census total of 77,477. Lorca is the municipality with the second-largest surface area (after Cáceres) in Spain with 1,675.21 km2 (646.80 sq mi). The main town is home to Lorca Castle and the Collegiate church dedicated to St. Patrick.
In ancient times Lorca was the frontier town between Christian and Muslim Spain. Even earlier to that during the Roman period it was ancient Ilura or Heliocroca of the Romans.
The town was seriously damaged by a magnitude 5.1 earthquake on 11 May 2011, killing at least nine people. The earthquake was so superficial that the magnitude was equivalent to a magnitude 8 normal earthquake.
Archaeological excavations in the Lorca area have revealed that it has been inhabited continuously since Neolithic times, 5,500 years ago. The earliest permanent settlement is in the Guadalentín River valley, likely because of its presence of water sources, mineral resources, and lying along a natural communication route in Andalusia. On the hillside below the castle and the town archaeological digs have revealed the remains of an important population of the El Argar culture during the Bronze Age. During the Roman period a settlement here was called Eliocroca, detailed in the Antonine Itinerary and located right on Via Augusta.
Leonard Norman Cohen, CC GOQ (born 21 September 1934) is a Canadian singer-songwriter, musician, poet, and novelist. His work often explores religion, isolation, sexuality, and interpersonal relationships. Cohen has been inducted into the American Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and both the Canadian Music Hall of Fame and the Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame. He is also a Companion of the Order of Canada, the nation's highest civilian honour.
While giving the speech at Cohen's induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame on 10 March 2008, Lou Reed described Cohen as belonging to the "highest and most influential echelon of songwriters."
Cohen was born on 21 September 1934 in Westmount, Montreal, Quebec, into a middle-class Jewish family. He attended Roslyn Elementary School. His mother, Marsha Klinitsky, of Lithuanian Jewish ancestry, emigrated from Lithuania while his great-grandfather emigrated from Poland. He grew up in Westmount on the Island of Montreal. His grandfather was Lyon Cohen, founding president of the Canadian Jewish Congress. His father, Nathan Cohen, who owned a substantial Montreal clothing store, died when Cohen was nine years old. On the topic of being a Kohen, Cohen has said that, "I had a very Messianic childhood." He told Richard Goldstein in 1967. "I was told I was a descendant of Aaron, the high priest." Cohen attended Westmount High School, beginning in 1948 where he was involved with the Student Council and studied music and poetry. He became especially interested in the poetry of Federico Garcia Lorca. As a teenager, he learned to play the guitar, and formed a country-folk group called the Buckskin Boys. Although he initially played a regular acoustic guitar as a teenager, he soon switched to playing a classical guitar after meeting a young Spanish flamenco guitar player who taught him "a few chords and some flamenco."
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Little Spain is a documentary that pulled together for first time an archive that reveals the untold history of the Spanish-American presence in Manhattan. The archive contains more than 450 photographs and 150 documents that have never been publicly displayed. They present the history of Little Spain in New York City throughout the 20th Century.
Keywords: based-on-novel, flashback, independent-film, interview, new-york-city, surrealism
Living investigator. Undead clients. Zombie partner.
No pulse? No problem.
Vargas: The human race is obsolete, y'all.
Marcus: Oh, my God! What's wrong with my arm? Dylan, what's wrong with my arm? What happened?::Dylan Dog: Relax. It's a loaner.::Marcus: A loaner?::Dylan Dog: Yes. They were out of Caucasian in your size.
Dylan Dog: See? That's just what this case needed. A seven-foot tall, flesh-eating zombie. Which begs the question, are there any actual people left in New Orleans?
Marcus: I guess we could just talk about the location of the flesh-eating zombie when you guys are done boning.
Marcus: So, what's the plan?::Dylan Dog: No plan. Just bigger guns.
Marcus: If I had another arm right now, I would hug you.
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Rosalie is amicably divorced, dividing her time between her mother's house, with her siblings and small daughter, and César's. He's self made, a scrap iron king, outgoing, amiable, in love with her. Enter David, an artist and Rosalie's flame before her marriage. In a quiet, brooding way, he seeks to reclaim Rosalie. César's jealous outbursts and attempts at cunning backfire and send Rosalie into David's arms. César keeps trying: he buys Rosalie's childhood seaside vacation home as a gift, wins her back, then must ask David to join them so Rosalie will be happy. When Rosalie discovers César and David's complicity, she again asserts her freedom, leaving the men alone together.
Keywords: 1970s, artist, beach, beach-house, blended-family, boyfriend-girlfriend-relationship, break-up, breaking-up-with-boyfriend, businessman, card-playing
Would you do as Rosalie did?
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Carol Jeffries (known as 'Jeff') is a naive American woman staying in the Phillipines. She is given ten years in prison after being set up by her drug-dealer boyfriend, Rudy. She endures the harsh conditions, sadistic head matron and attempts on her life, then convinces her cell-mates to try to escape with her through the jungle, in spite of the knowledge that ruthless trackers will be sent out after them.
Keywords: abuse-of-power, acid, african-american, american-abroad, arrest, attempted-murder, b-movie, bandit, bare-chested-male, beating
White skin on the black market!
The dirty dolls of devil's island. You can meet them for a price!
Naked lust that builds to a deadly climax
Jeff: What kind of hell did you crawl out of?::Alabama: It was called Harlem, baby. I learned to survive, never have pity. This game is called survival. Let's see how well you can play it. I was strung-out behind smack at ten and worked in the streets when I was twelve. You've got a long way to go.
Alabama: No one escapes from my prison, no one!
Alabama: This is going to be just like home, only different!
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Chico one of the remaining members of The Magnificent Seven now lives in the town that they (The Seven) helped. One day someone comes and takes most of the men prisoner. His wife seeks out Chris, the leader of The Seven for help. Chris also meets Vin another member of The Seven. They find four other men and they go to help Chico.
Keywords: 19th-century, ambush, applause, attack, bald, bald-hero, bandit, barricade, battle, brawl
Between the law and the lawless - SEVEN again... MAGNIFICENT again!
Vin: I heard you were riding shotgun for the Overland Stage.::Chris: I was. My doctor told me to quit. For my health.::Vin: Why?::Chris: Too much lead in the air.
[last lines]::Chris: Well I'll be damned.::Vin: I doubt that. I doubt that very much.
Vin: I came after you so that you'd know there was a price on your head.::Chris: How much?::Vin: Five hundred.::Chris: Dollars?::Vin: Pesos.
Colbee: We got to stand along side of 'em so that someday they can stand alone.
Chris: He wants to know if we're going after them tonight or in the morning.::Vin: It's a big country and finding them could take a long time.::Chris: Hell, I haven't been going anywhere for ten years... and neither have you.::Vin: Ain't it the truth.
Chris: He's fast!::Frank: As fast as you are?::Chris: I'd hate to have to live on the difference.
Chris: How would you like to use that gunbelt for something more than just holding up your pants.
Vin: I wish I knew for sure.::Chris: Knew what?::Vin: Whether I'm here because Chico is a friend of mine, or if I'm just on the prod for a fight like Frank. Killing can get inside you.::Chris: And you think that's happening to you?::Vin: Why else would I be here? Sure Chico is a friend of mine. But, hell, I don't even know his last name.::Chris: Neither do I.::Vin: Don't it make you wonder?::Chris: No.::Vin: How the hell come, Chris?::Chris: Because in all the years I made my way with a gun, I never once shot a man just to see him fall. If that time ever comes, I'll throw my guns in a water bucket and walk away. So will you.
Chris: I'm not a religious man, Father, but I'll tell you this: they need you... more now than ever.::Priest: I've failed them.::Chris: You failed yourself. You got knocked down. Get up, Father... at least as far as your knees!
Colbee: How did I know she was married? Women aren't like cattle. They ain't got a brand on their hip to let you know when you're driving another man's stock.
Let the sun sing in your smile
Let the wind hold your desire
Let your woman's voice run through your veins
Let her be your blood, don't feel ashamed
She's your home when no one wants you
She'll give you life when you're so tired
She'll ease your fears, ah, when you're a stranger
She's born to give faith to you
Oh, just to you
You're just a man on death's highways
It's life you owe, you're here to praise it
If love flows your way then be a river
And when it dries just stand and shiver
Oh, let the sun sing in your smile
Let the wind hold your desire
And let your woman's voice run through your veins
Let her be your blood, don't feel ashamed
It's her life you owe
Dime que a sido del valor de las promesas,
del amor que no medimos por debajo de la mesa.
Dime que a sido del "TE QUIERO" para siempre,
el que nunca se moria y esta de cuerpo presente.
Ahora quiero que sepas que aunque no te haya tenido,
el orgullo a mi me pierde y eres tu quien me has perdido.
*estribillo
Me has vuelto loco,
asta llegar al punto de vivir, buscando el mar andado por Madrid.
Me has vuelto loco,
y me plantado de frente al dolor que me ha roto.
Me has vuelto loco,
poquito a poco para soportar lo insoportable que es mirar atras,
y darte cuenta que el quererme a la fuerza era cosa de locos.
Me has vuelto loco.
No queda nada ya no somos ni el reflejo
debe ser que las "movidas" se comieron a los tejos.
Donde han quedado los honores que m dabas,
y aquellas flores baratas que aun asi nos funcionaban.
Llevandonos de cama sin andarnos por las ramas,
con juegos de manos ardiendo que no se apagaban.
Dime que a sido
*Estribillo (bis)
Dime que a sido del valor de las promesas,
del amor que no medimos por debajo de la mesa.
Yo no quiero darte amor eterno,
solo quiero echarme al mar
y una boquita en cada puerto.
Yo no quiero atarme al mismo cuerpo,
pero estoy amordazado
entre los besos de tu huerto
Yo no quise darte las dos manos,
ni trepar por los tejados
recogiedo el fruto del manzano.
Raras veces matan los ladridos,
pero tu callada me has mordido.
*estribillo
Dame tiempo y besame la boca
y dejame la lengua rota
es mi pasatiempo.
Dame tiempo y besame la boca
y dejame la lengua rota
es mi pasatiempo.
Que yo no quiero darte amor eterno,
ni beber para olvidar los palos de este casamiento.
Yo no quiero ahogarme en el infierno,
pero tengo que abrazarte
y juro que si ti rebiento.
Yo no quise darte tantas flores
ni subir por los balcones
pero me baje los pantalones.
Raras veces matan los ladridos
pero tu callada me has mordido.
*estribillo'(bis2)
Regresé del trabajo a las diez
Con el sueldo más bajo, no quise comer
Me quedé colgado en el arcén
Y me han puesto una multa que se suma otras cien
Y cambiando de tema
No te he dicho que he quemado la cena
Me he cubierto de gloria
Con la broma de ponerte dos velas
Y he tirado monedas al río
Pidiendole a Dios por lo tuyo y lo mío
Que me mande una casa más grande
Un colchón para dos y algún coche que ande
Luego afirme, que más puede pasar
Si mi vida se tuerce hasta en el carnaval
Para que me hace falta disfraz
Si la suerte me viste de pobreza total
Hoy he dormido en el suelo
He cogido un ascensor hacia el cielo
Y en la puerta me dicen
Que este año me darán más salero
Y he tirado monedas al río
Pidiendole a Dios por lo tuyo y lo mío
Que me mande una casa más grande
Un colchón para dos y algún coche que ande (BIS)
Y cambiando de tema
No te he dicho que he quemado la cena
Me he cubierto de gloria
Con la broma de ponerte dos velas
Y he tirado monedas al río
Pidiendole a Dios por lo tuyo y lo mío
Que me mande una casa más grande
Un colchón para dos y algún coche que ande (X3)
Por más que llame al olvido
por más que quiero no hay manera
de borrarte y largarme con cualquiera
yo sigo viendo ese coche
sacandonos del descampado
con aquellos cristales empañados
amortiguando el deseo
de un par de desesperados
Por más que quiera llevarte al tren del olvido
no puedo contigo, no cambio de tema
ya no hay disfraz para el falso Don Juan
mi fachada se ha hundido y tu ausencia me quema
acabo bebiendo para variar, sin tu calor y con vistas al bar
por más que llame al olvido....
Por más que quiera ser duro
juro por dios que no hay manera
de no darte otra vez la vida entera
Yo sigo viendo ese coche
sacándonos del descampado
con aquellos cristales empañados
amortiguando el deseo
de un par de desesperados
Por más que quiera llevarte al tren del olvido
no puedo contigo, no cambio de tema
ya no hay disfraz para el falso Don Juan
mi fachada se ha hundido y tu ausencia me quema
acabo bebiendo para variar, sin tu calor y con vistas al bar
por más que llame al olvido...
( 2 Veces)
En el tren del olvido....
En el tren del olvido....
Me dejo a los veinticuatro
se fue a Nueva York y se entregó al teatro
hoy estrenan en el cine
su gran éxito en taquilla como actriz
ya nació entre bambalinas
la que me llevó a la casa de su prima
a jugar a los doctores
a curarnos pero sin el bisturí
Al estreno fue invitada
yo temblaba como un flan
la maldita situación parece complicada
yo pasaba por el cine
esperando una señal
y entre toda la ovación
allí estaba ella...
Se acordaba de mí
Se acordaba de mí
De las noches donde nunca
nos queríamos vestir
Se acordaba de mí
Se acordaba de mí
De las grandes esperanzas
y las ganas de vivir
Ella se acordaba de mi...
Acabado ya el estreno
ella nunca me propuso echar el freno
esquivó a la prensa rosa
y escapámos en su oscura limousin
para mi todo era extraño
si no me equivoco hacia ya dos años
que no la tenia en mis brazos
para darnos un auténtico festin
no pasamos de cuarenta
al huir de la ciudad
de camino a bordear
seis veces la M-30
Pero aqui no hay más detalle
que el potente subidón
y aquel vuelco al corazón
comiéndonos a besos
Se acordaba de mí
Se acordaba de mí
De las noches donde nunca
nos queríamos vestir
Se acordaba de mí
Se acordaba de mí
De las grandes esperanzas
y las ganas de vivir
Ella se acordaba de mí...
Se acordaba de mí
Se acordaba de mí
De las noches donde nunca
nos queríamos vestir
Se acordaba de mí
Se acordaba de mí
De las grandes esperanzas
y las ganas de vivir
Se acordaba de mí
Se acordaba de mí
De las noches donde nunca
nos queríamos vestir
Ella se acordaba de mí...
(nou, nou nooou)
Ella se acordaba de mí.