still remember that Saturday in September 1990, when together with my two brothers we got into bed with my parents to see the Release program. I was just about in half a decade and the use of reason just beginning to settle. But I remember that morning well. Having planned the wake at 8, the cold that we had to squeeze hard on the quilt home, the 14-inch Sony with wooden box (from the first remote control), and all seemed great to me that.
Today, I do not usually watch TV with my brothers, for years no "I get" in bed with my parents, I do not usually wake up or a joke at 8 (much less a Saturday), the cold is a thousand times stronger than the then (and home no longer exists), that TV is still operating, The whole house seems very small.
be all that (and more), when a couple of weeks Chorrillos jumping like crazy (with zero remorse for choosing to be there with Fergie and his cronies), it was not just celebrate one of the best programs that has given birth so come down our national television. It was a time to celebrate, or rather, the beginning of one.
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few weeks ago, someone told me I was too young to feel the past decade, to shut my mouth and started to remember the Aserejé up, because it was mathematically impossible that I could feel part of that generation. Well, maybe this little chest (which indirectly appreciated the youngster have been told) was the way more open than others, because then I must confess that I do not understand it.
The fact is that speck Dalina and marked my childhood, and I appreciate having seen fewer than ten calendar because that it entirely swallowed me whole charade. I looked at the sky to see what could be the cloud, I swore that inside the cone came much more interesting things tico-tico, boliqueso and coronets, I waited until the Santa Maria Gomelsky and sing it in milk to sit breakfast, I hated Ricky Martin and Guillermo Dávila manganzón because they did not understand how to be (according to me) always on top, I asked my raspberry ice cream on weekends, I thought that first love has no age, I was happier than ever as an Hurricane ... I really wanted to be an astronaut and the stars arrive.
Years pass and weighed, and things are no longer as before. The writer of these lines shouted out loud that song Nature and today enjoy a shouting ole! to a good job; asked at least one minute of time my old and today it is they who would like to spend more time with us, lifted my finger accusing to note that when I gave a kiss could not breathe and die for this service today they managed to stop but I could not help but inherit. But nothing remains that at the time I believed every sentence and it would be a better person as a philosophy by adopting children. Some people do not understand what that really meant. Some people do not understand that it is more to do with Marco Zunino now showing their irrepressible desire to be Dalina. Some people do not understand that really meant more than eight hours per week of television business. There are people who do not understand Nubeluz was much more than morbid curiosity in the history of a suicide red. There are people who should close mouth.
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was checking the papers of the week and came across a column of Alonso Alegría, who curiously almost never agree to send ground mentally and who the hell from time to time. But this, despite the simplicity of his writing, touched me, I do not know why, and had to be thankful that twenty years ago he and a few were turned on the focus and invented one scene parallel dazzled an entire continent.
I always have shaken the skeleton with that "reproduction in whole or in part ...", but I hope that Don Alonsito Achor and I was not daring.
I I have the magic, I have the power
By: Alonso Alegría
Leaving see, for the second consecutive time the musical Grántico, pálmani, zum , I wondered if perhaps lead the team building Nubeluz not have been the most important thing I've done in my life in my life so far, I refined ro. And if you produce this program, with immense effort and risk that meant that at that time, there will be been the most important thing ever done on Peruvian television, until now, of course.
thought of this watching them the faces of the hundreds of boys and girls, all of about thirty, who sang and danced in unison, along with Dalin gólmodis Cindel and up there on stage . I thought in the early days and anti you of those beautiful songs by Coco Tafur, sung while Peru seemed to be falling apart.
I imagined that adult children that we surrounded me to receive weekly dose self-esteem and love, in the hateful atmosphere then, and security-in the total uncertainty of the time. "I have the magic, I have the power," sang the now adult children, escaping to a cloud where everything was safe, beautiful and benign.
A very pleasant and intelligent young man from a neighboring country, she told me, girl, watching all the clouds in detail to identify the tag Nubeluz. And that these Dalina and those songs saved her from suicide and he made up the life. Strong, very strong idea of \u200b\u200bcreating something with size power.
Hence there are only a step by daring to think that something Nubeluz contributed to the training staff of this public now skips and sings with enraptured eyes and bright, these kids raised on the belief that smoking was bad and the good sport, that reading was good and drink was wrong and to defend against the harassment of the world does not need a mighty sword and a shield neon, or a wonderful light nor light rays that will lead toward the sun. They did not need anything more than its value.
Nubeluz "made a difference? I want to think so.
* Text taken from the column on Thursday, November 18, 2010 in Perú21
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