A slew iron. A iron died. The salsa erotic, the curious phenomenon of mass that erupted successful in the Latin music scene, having to lay off the Dominican merengue, is now just a memory. A muddy sound and a blurred image can be found in key of nostalgia, in the archives of YouTube .
His abrupt substitution in the soundtrack of public transport can not be summarized in any way, as the first of his misfortunes. From his first steps, the erotic salsa earned the contempt of the deans of Caribbean music, challenging critics who always questioned the quality of their performances. A quick dislike shared by more than an amateur named "Sprocket sauce," a rhythmic variant consecrated by the artists gathered at the legendary group of Fania All Stars. Years of silence
calmed the waters, and people ended up forgetting the characteristics of a divorced species: faded jeans, bags of pastel colors, woven ties, dark glasses and bushy mustache (Jerry Rivera was the only hairless able to sneak in hit parade). It was not until the advent of reggaeton and media narcocorrido, with songs full of violence and obscenity, for unemployed students of anthropology minor, as this writer, there was the need to revisit the historical figure of erotic salsa and weigh, in a scientific way, his real contribution to the character "nuestroamericana" (Chávez dixit). And is that some reggaeton songs get the miracle, not inconsiderable, to pass the forgotten lyrics of erotic salsa by lines drawn from the poetry of the English Golden Age. Do not forget the fact that it was the immortal bard Francisco de Quevedo, not the scrawny Eddie Santiago, who intoned that the "dust in love."
is not here to try the canonization of one race above; but rather to provide some ideas will fly analysis of a type of study. A descriptive note should first account for an easily verifiable fact: the erotic salsa always bordering on pedophilia ("Girl to Woman" is the real leitmotiv of his repertoire). His nose fox old man to identify any outbreak of menarche. An evil that only stops flirting with the unborn child conceived by artificial insemination (You imagine it, "just yesterday you were test-tube baby, but today it ... about who you Eeeeeeepa! A vueltica!"). The salsa erotic
disbelieves genetics. The scientific findings are religious Gregor Mendel, in his view, irrelevant and misleading. In his imaginary lewd, it's worth noting the XX chromosome load. Forging a woman to actually materialize, demand the assistance of a salsa erotic lovemaking. Without this first mating can not properly speak of a sexual identity. Maybe I can talk about babies, girls, girls, girls, toddlers, teenagers or pucela, but never a woman. Because to be a real woman, the maid must first "Hacel the sexin 'til dawn.
An observation: despite the need to spread out a rite of passage (the immolation of the hymen), ie social custom of holding a magnet of tribalism, erotic salsa is a world citizen, a sailor and overnight temperatures in different ports. A nomad unusual, because closely recognizes the existence of one house: the bed. She is their habitat. She is the forest. Queen there and beat his mane. That was his hearing their roar, the crackle of a burning desire ... And maybe it's because of this, laying in bed, which some attributed to a limited motor erotic salsa, a difficulty to maintain the required vertical walking the streets. The salsa erotic
are golden rule "Hacel the sexin 'in an old motel, poor lighting, all the worse. A stinking barracks, crawling with vermin, adult television channels, which magically becomes a palace, a Taj Mahal, thanks to the psychotropic and hallucinogenic effects produced by the "prohibited touching" and the kisses of fire dosed by the lover consummated and consumed ("It is almost a spell," say Jerry Rivera). No medieval minstrel, a knight without armor-bearer, the erotic salsa invites all its neighbors, not walking dogs like reggaeton, but to ride. Horses rather than dogs. Born to ride horses, white sheets, although none of us ever saw white sheets, or at least not so tanned, scattered in the cheap hotel or Plaza Venezuela El Rosal, slaughterhouses today, by government decree serve shelters for victims of the rains ('Rain / rain / your hands are cold and the rain / rain / day by day were cool / rain / my ardent desire and my skin ").
When analyzing the most populous of the song lyrics erotic is easy to see that the composition of musical pieces played on a small scale, forms and narrative resources of classical drama. From there you can identify a knot of argument that is summarized in a single conflict: two people enslaved by the desire to face a conservative traditional society and opposed to carnal pleasure. The action is developed by a group of characters, among whom three archetypal include: a) the protagonist, played and lodging for erotic salsa ("Who calls me / insatiable / just says / the truth / 'Cause my soul / vain / never tired of love / who call me passionate, just tell the truth / as I enjoy every moment / when I'm in love insatiable partner insatiable love / not born crazy who I remove / deliver to another skin / my heat / insatiable your body / without measure, passion / nobody can take away the right of surrender / insatiable / like I / Do not forget, Mom!), b) protagonist, a girl becomes a woman, but then refuses to satisfy the most secret desires of your body, and c) counterpart, who usually tends to be the best friend erotic salsa or promised not solve the serious problems sexual impotence or premature ejaculation, a hapless can not make good the words of Jorge Amado's novel Agreste Tieta : "The best tribute we can make a man a woman is an erection."
As for erections, erotic salsa is a champion, a true neighborhood Priapus. Your sex drive is pure natural talent. Do not consume drugs naturists. Do not take Viagra or chipichipi stimulated. Not hooded. When one of his many mistresses pregnant, hackneyed appeals to two strategies: the first catches the arch enemy dead on Dominican merengue (" Baby, it's wrong to go finding out what they want the black Wilfrido Vargas" ) and the second, composed a song where, in a romantic, leaves peler (What happened between you and me / went / I saw you as a friend / And now I say it was love). His proverbial distrust of genetics, makes the erotic salsa systematically refuses to submit to a paternity test through a DNA sample.
Finally, the reflections would be unsuccessful in this study anthropological side if we let this sort of fatum hanging over the erotic salsa it, essentially, an exile (female skin, his Ithaca). But unlike the mythical Greek heroes, the Sisyphus of intercourse (only just to start again) is aware of his fate. For this reason, the salsa Viti Ruiz-brother of the immortal Frankie Ruiz, in his song Pats prohibited shares with his audience the following confession: "I tremble / every time I look in your eyes / You know, I tremble / whenever your body on my body / I tremble / I know it will end in making love. " Unfortunately his many lovers confuse the capricious will of the gods with unmanageable satyriasis attacks or abuse of a promiscuous own modus vivendi . The poor little know-how may not know, "that is erotic salsa by divine will, a public good: his body and his amorous arts are a cultural heritage of humanity.
The salsa erotic, like unicorns, are disappearing. But history will absolve no doubt, because his songs were able to bring bodies were removed because their risque lyrics got to give voice to the overwhelming desire that burned two shy lovers, because their work contributed perhaps unintentionally, an expanding population of our countries. And that's not small feat.
In his honor, give pa'bajo.
His abrupt substitution in the soundtrack of public transport can not be summarized in any way, as the first of his misfortunes. From his first steps, the erotic salsa earned the contempt of the deans of Caribbean music, challenging critics who always questioned the quality of their performances. A quick dislike shared by more than an amateur named "Sprocket sauce," a rhythmic variant consecrated by the artists gathered at the legendary group of Fania All Stars. Years of silence
calmed the waters, and people ended up forgetting the characteristics of a divorced species: faded jeans, bags of pastel colors, woven ties, dark glasses and bushy mustache (Jerry Rivera was the only hairless able to sneak in hit parade). It was not until the advent of reggaeton and media narcocorrido, with songs full of violence and obscenity, for unemployed students of anthropology minor, as this writer, there was the need to revisit the historical figure of erotic salsa and weigh, in a scientific way, his real contribution to the character "nuestroamericana" (Chávez dixit). And is that some reggaeton songs get the miracle, not inconsiderable, to pass the forgotten lyrics of erotic salsa by lines drawn from the poetry of the English Golden Age. Do not forget the fact that it was the immortal bard Francisco de Quevedo, not the scrawny Eddie Santiago, who intoned that the "dust in love."
is not here to try the canonization of one race above; but rather to provide some ideas will fly analysis of a type of study. A descriptive note should first account for an easily verifiable fact: the erotic salsa always bordering on pedophilia ("Girl to Woman" is the real leitmotiv of his repertoire). His nose fox old man to identify any outbreak of menarche. An evil that only stops flirting with the unborn child conceived by artificial insemination (You imagine it, "just yesterday you were test-tube baby, but today it ... about who you Eeeeeeepa! A vueltica!"). The salsa erotic
disbelieves genetics. The scientific findings are religious Gregor Mendel, in his view, irrelevant and misleading. In his imaginary lewd, it's worth noting the XX chromosome load. Forging a woman to actually materialize, demand the assistance of a salsa erotic lovemaking. Without this first mating can not properly speak of a sexual identity. Maybe I can talk about babies, girls, girls, girls, toddlers, teenagers or pucela, but never a woman. Because to be a real woman, the maid must first "Hacel the sexin 'til dawn.
An observation: despite the need to spread out a rite of passage (the immolation of the hymen), ie social custom of holding a magnet of tribalism, erotic salsa is a world citizen, a sailor and overnight temperatures in different ports. A nomad unusual, because closely recognizes the existence of one house: the bed. She is their habitat. She is the forest. Queen there and beat his mane. That was his hearing their roar, the crackle of a burning desire ... And maybe it's because of this, laying in bed, which some attributed to a limited motor erotic salsa, a difficulty to maintain the required vertical walking the streets. The salsa erotic
are golden rule "Hacel the sexin 'in an old motel, poor lighting, all the worse. A stinking barracks, crawling with vermin, adult television channels, which magically becomes a palace, a Taj Mahal, thanks to the psychotropic and hallucinogenic effects produced by the "prohibited touching" and the kisses of fire dosed by the lover consummated and consumed ("It is almost a spell," say Jerry Rivera). No medieval minstrel, a knight without armor-bearer, the erotic salsa invites all its neighbors, not walking dogs like reggaeton, but to ride. Horses rather than dogs. Born to ride horses, white sheets, although none of us ever saw white sheets, or at least not so tanned, scattered in the cheap hotel or Plaza Venezuela El Rosal, slaughterhouses today, by government decree serve shelters for victims of the rains ('Rain / rain / your hands are cold and the rain / rain / day by day were cool / rain / my ardent desire and my skin ").
When analyzing the most populous of the song lyrics erotic is easy to see that the composition of musical pieces played on a small scale, forms and narrative resources of classical drama. From there you can identify a knot of argument that is summarized in a single conflict: two people enslaved by the desire to face a conservative traditional society and opposed to carnal pleasure. The action is developed by a group of characters, among whom three archetypal include: a) the protagonist, played and lodging for erotic salsa ("Who calls me / insatiable / just says / the truth / 'Cause my soul / vain / never tired of love / who call me passionate, just tell the truth / as I enjoy every moment / when I'm in love insatiable partner insatiable love / not born crazy who I remove / deliver to another skin / my heat / insatiable your body / without measure, passion / nobody can take away the right of surrender / insatiable / like I / Do not forget, Mom!), b) protagonist, a girl becomes a woman, but then refuses to satisfy the most secret desires of your body, and c) counterpart, who usually tends to be the best friend erotic salsa or promised not solve the serious problems sexual impotence or premature ejaculation, a hapless can not make good the words of Jorge Amado's novel Agreste Tieta : "The best tribute we can make a man a woman is an erection."
As for erections, erotic salsa is a champion, a true neighborhood Priapus. Your sex drive is pure natural talent. Do not consume drugs naturists. Do not take Viagra or chipichipi stimulated. Not hooded. When one of his many mistresses pregnant, hackneyed appeals to two strategies: the first catches the arch enemy dead on Dominican merengue (" Baby, it's wrong to go finding out what they want the black Wilfrido Vargas" ) and the second, composed a song where, in a romantic, leaves peler (What happened between you and me / went / I saw you as a friend / And now I say it was love). His proverbial distrust of genetics, makes the erotic salsa systematically refuses to submit to a paternity test through a DNA sample.
Finally, the reflections would be unsuccessful in this study anthropological side if we let this sort of fatum hanging over the erotic salsa it, essentially, an exile (female skin, his Ithaca). But unlike the mythical Greek heroes, the Sisyphus of intercourse (only just to start again) is aware of his fate. For this reason, the salsa Viti Ruiz-brother of the immortal Frankie Ruiz, in his song Pats prohibited shares with his audience the following confession: "I tremble / every time I look in your eyes / You know, I tremble / whenever your body on my body / I tremble / I know it will end in making love. " Unfortunately his many lovers confuse the capricious will of the gods with unmanageable satyriasis attacks or abuse of a promiscuous own modus vivendi . The poor little know-how may not know, "that is erotic salsa by divine will, a public good: his body and his amorous arts are a cultural heritage of humanity.
The salsa erotic, like unicorns, are disappearing. But history will absolve no doubt, because his songs were able to bring bodies were removed because their risque lyrics got to give voice to the overwhelming desire that burned two shy lovers, because their work contributed perhaps unintentionally, an expanding population of our countries. And that's not small feat.
In his honor, give pa'bajo.
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