Last Friday I went with my wife and a couple of friends to see the musical "Les Miserables", which is currently represented in the theater "Lope de Vega" in Madrid. Shortly after starting the function, just after that lovely sounding song called "I Dreamed a Dream", I looked askance at my friend and I saw it was completely still. Seemed to stare at the floor without paying attention to the work that was representing at that time. On stage, the poor Fantine wandered weeping through the streets of a French village. To pay the maintenance of his daughter after being fired from the factory where he worked, he released his collar, his hair, his honor and his teeth. While developing this dramatic scene, my friend was holding his chin with his left hand holding his elbow on the armrest of the seat, the other hand resting limply on his lap, his body inert and rhythmic breathing. Come on, it was like a log. His dream was so deep that it seemed to me that I should have fallen asleep right in the time of lights out of the theater and began the fu nción. Normal, it was Friday night and was tired. Beside, I followed the work with eyes wide open, despite waking up that day at quarter to seven in the morning and not being able to rest a minute to nap time. This phenomenon, which distinguishes human beings from other, has a simple scientific explanation known by the names of hypersomnia and Dyssomnia. Let me explain. Hypersomnia is a sleep disorder characterized by excessive sleepiness. The Dyssomnia comes to the opposite, ie, is the difficulty in falling asleep and staying asleep. I, after watching me a lot of myself, I concluded that I am hipersómnico per day, with a single episode of cataplexy, and disómnico night. Ie I am a eritropoyésico. On Friday I go to work by public transport. I say this for two reasons: first because I believe that this data is related to what I'm counting and, second, to give you grief. Sentence them because I live far from the gigs, and it forces me to wake up on Friday three quarters of an hour before my usual time, breaking my abito h of sleep. And if the early start was not enough punishment, it is normal to touch me the way up, because to those hours on the train are always many more passengers than seats and my morning slumber I am deprived of the necessary flexibility to anticipate all those fellow travelers, even if they fall exhausted at eleven o'clock at night and sleep in the theater listening to songs from "Les Miserables" in the mornings are able to pounce on the empty seats as if they were beasts to hunt their prey. Are disómnicos per day, as "Belle de Jour" and hipersómnicos night, which nuns closing, so a eritropoyésico, like me, is not prepared to fight against them ar for a seat in the early hours of morning.
But if you're not really supporters of wasting his compassion in crap like this because I do not feel sorry and that's it, that I too am I going to complain, but I ask in return not be angry with me seem so frivolous because by now we should be accustomed to living with superficial people that seem to bother the more the speed limit on English roads that the war in Libya, or who feel closer to the tribulations of a passenger sitting in a sleepy seat of a commuter train to the misfortunes suffered by the victims of any disasters that plague the world, provided that the world caught us very far. The proximity is the key, and the things we worry more about the more likely it can potentially affect ourselves or the people around us. Be a little superficial is normal, nothing happens. From death we try not to speak, because we refuse to feel like something close. We are afraid. When someone you know is dying, we solve the issue with four topics: "we are nothing", "life goes on" and so on. Unemployment we do not like talking because it is a tragedy that is too close and their presence is making us all a little unhappy, a little funky, a little more my Erables. Les Miserables have always wanted things to change. I did the chorus to sing Bob Dylan and him that times were changing, hoping that things would soon improve. We were so optimistic that we thought that changes could only be synonymous with improvement. Were the most pious comfort in prayer and in compliance with the principles of the Church, when they should have relieved his guilty conscience twenty dollars pouring into the brush of the church, away from the pleasures of the flesh or mortifying their bodies with sackcloth. Others gave their lives to the cause of the proletariat. But today no longer believe in the future of Marxism and the Communist Party general secretary, and roll life eternal not swallowed or Rouco Varela. No improvement is expected. If anything, the only changes we can hope for now are reforms to our lives worse and delay a little time left to go to hell all this racket. Today the miserable (and now I do not mean simple people and unhappy people but ambitious, wicked and mean) are devoted to speculate crops in Southeast Asia in the second half of this century, to warn us that we must work more and earn less, or writing articles in newspapers explaining the benefits that the earthquake in Japan may report back to the pockets of the most savvy investors. A stream appears on the horizon proclaiming that the world's problems are due to the lack of values, immigrants, taxes, condom use and gay marriage. The Tea Party, Marine Le Pen and the Episcopal Conference. Become the world, the flesh and the devil. The one we expected.
But enough of reflections inspired by the double meaning of the word that names the music we have just seen, and return to science. Those who are hipersómnicos daytime mature too quickly and suffer the orthochromatic erythroblast why certain imbalances in the levels of cerebrospinal fluid, which is able to induce sleep faster than a movie Lars Von Trier or match Atletico Madrid. Throughout the day there are large fluctuations in these levels. Are high in the early morning, continue to rise during the working day and reached its peak zan largely to the siesta, during which eritropoyésicos if not it will be because they are half asleep half awake, but in any case are more Abundio fools the guy (when going to harvest grapes for dessert was taking). The eritropoyésicos spend the day dragging the body from the office to the coffee machine and coffee from the office, trying with difficulty paying attention leaden some reports, those that analyze the current situation of something and then identify improvement opportunities to optimize the thing examined. Now companies are full of types optimizing things. If you look at the snout of man in the picture beside you will realize that you have all the earmarks of being a great optimizer. The truth is that the face of this man scares you a little, as the riot film Berlanga. In contrast, the eritropoyésicos scares anyone and not limited only to optimize the balance of his night erythroblast to become very careful about ravers, they become disómnicos, always ready to extend the party all whatever it takes, even though his hyper evening fellow sómnicos the look with a sleepy expression, similar to those they had before, when the sun shone high in the sky and were illuminated by the golden threads of the beautiful Rubic's hair undo Apollo. If not one day, at night the world is yours. Waiter, another round, please! This topic has always caused concern even has come to occupy space in the lyrics of some famous songs of modern bands and important in our country. And to see that we do not invent anything here, and we bring the issues well documented we put, by way of example, a fragment of a beautiful song from "The Braves" called "When the sun" and appeared in the 1967 LP "The boys with the girls." I had a single (actually not a single, was a disc of four songs named EP, Extended Play), on side A "Boys in the girls" and "Come When I Call" and Face B: "When the sun" and "Bye, by and, baby." A highly recommended disc. Now sing:
"I met a little girl who was a special case
day As things came out
badly And I must confess that in broad daylight was never good, eh, eh
But at sunset, But when the sun is as
o p
stop a train At sunset
the morning, walking, shuffling going
Despeinada and badly dressed, you see it
And I wondered which side could have
But as the sun,
But when the sun is
to stop a train As the sun "
More clear water. The girl in the song, which was obviously eritropoyésica, he revolutionized the metabolism at sunset. It is very well known. On the day all are disappointments and heartbreaks, but when darkness dominate the world, women eritropoyésicas forget his temper, get into a car and starts the frenzy. They are not the belle de jour. They are the queens of the night. Tino Casal sang it: "Stop, my fairy guest star victim of indifference get in the car, queen of the night and forget your bad mood" My friend stretches in his chair. On stage actors of the play differently live on before the revolution. All sing in chorus "One more day" and ends the first act. I first saw "Les Miserables" in London in 1992 and even then I thought it was a remarkable adaptation of a great novel that narrates over fifteen hundred pages the lives of a series of characters during the first nineteenth century. is hard to condense a work so extensive and so complex in a musical, but the authors, in my opinion, get it fully. The story is interesting, but also the production of Madrid has added a spectacular scenery clearly outperforms that I saw in London For almost twenty years. The wonderful scenery lead us, no waiting, no downtime changes to a slave ship where he rows a prisoner Jean Valjean, a factory, a brothel where the unfortunate Fantine shows their desperation, to a room that is held a trial, a tavern, to the barricades where the revolutionaries were faced with the forces of King Charles X during the July Revolution of 1830, the sewers of Paris, or a bridge where it is consumed Javert's suicide in a of the most spectacular of the work. The songs are beautiful. Some of them are so popular that they can say, without exaggeration, that are already part of popular culture recent years. Here I bring you some of them to come over, if you feel like a good time listening:
I Dreamed A Dream
Master of the House
On My Own One Day More
So far so good, but the trouble is that in Madrid these beautiful songs you have just heard are interpreted by a group of singers who do good to the less endowed contestants Idol. In the Barbican Theatre in London, the role of Fantine was played by the wonderful Ruthie Henshall: "I had a dream my life Would Be So Different from this hell I'm living ... . 'In Madrid it's a girl cat voice. It also goes around our representative at Eurovision last year, that he sang "something little, uo, uo, uo. This case it is the English beat us by a landslide. Do not know if this is because the casting was done by a deaf, or who have been given more importance to physical actors to his vocal, or no more wax than they burn. The latter does not think so. In any event, these performers on the scene only gets that night disómnicos representation we spend thinking about stupid things then we will write a blog, while slumbering peacefully beside us the hipersómnicos.
and finished drama critic, and only have room for comment Gourmet, essential in these articles. There he goes. As the schedule made it impossible to function we ask ourselves a conventional dinner in a nearby restaurant, we went to MUI, which is the best bar in Madrid or joke, but not bad. To me what I liked everything we ate was the ration of bacon with egg yolk.
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