Wednesday, June 10, 2009

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With horns in a container


I still fascinated by the suggestive overtones and ramifications of this unusual phrase I heard for the first time almost 20 years ago. The artist composed the famous Paco rogation was another fellow who abuses children becoming tortuous placed him very different from what I had outlined for myself. Our friendship, if it ever was, there stood the test of time and the happenings badienses, we placed a everyone on our site, ie, two in the vent (only mine was a cesspool most fragrant).

games invented by those then in a garden that was just in front of my house. Occasionally, in the middle of the game, we saw my father looking out the window to inspect their hydrangeas and roses. The appearance was somewhat gloomy, a man more or less bald (from Schopenhauer had the name and hairstyle, and Pessoa, glasses and figure) peering through the foliage of the pot, shaking his head nervously.

is now your father ... Hence, overlooking ... with horns on the pot!

Listened

utterances, we all laughed in unison as drunk drunks. Although I bet that none understood the imbrincados Secret Senses and the endless readings could be made of the exclamation. Now I remember that shortly after my brother and I composed a sublime Oh Epinicio entitled Perez of glasses in swollen pinnacles presented to a school literary contest. I remember several verses, one of them included the famous phrase:

... And looking out the window I saw you go, Spain!

with horns in a container.

always been impossible for me to fathom the logical meaning of the maxim with horns in a container , hence my fascination with this strung, apparently absurd, of words it contains, I believe, continental essence of surrealism. So far I've been able to do the following readings:

Reading figurative simply referred to a cosmetic composition unfortunate. The pots are real elements, in no event symbolic, and the horns a common metaphor that points to curl hair with a horn. It could then have said Look, there's your father, leaning out the window between plants so dense that it can not see more than his hair disheveled or also Look, there's your father , leaning out the window, with tousled hair that hydrangea cuttings

psychoanalytic reading: It reveals the affinity of the father over his plants and noted that the multitude of care it the plants may not correspond to those granted their offspring, which at the same time playing feral a few meters from his father without receiving any punishment despite its potentially lethal behaviors to themselves and their playmates. In this regard, with the horns in the pot becomes a lament, a complaint spiteful good friend by the passivity of the father to the son's game, while it suggests an act of infidelity in which the Father loves Above all the botanical entities. It could then have said Look, there's your father, leaning out the window without seeing the world more than its plants, and would seem out of devotion that seems to profess that the only thing that matters in this world, and that His love for them surpasses much that you can dispense

analytical reading: It is reported alertness as to the child's father. In this case the plants are only the object after which the father tries to hide his constant stalking attitude towards the child. The plants are just the symbol of pretext, the excuse, the excuse ... Feigning interest in plants, although they really unselfish, casts a watchful consciousness beyond the apparent purpose of his analysis and poses to the child unnecessarily. The horns are just the detail that unmasks the father, who discovers the failure to others and himself. The obvious negative connotation of the concept horn in Hispanic oral tradition and demonic evocations show moral disapproval of that utters the phrase to which bears the horns. It could then have said Look, there's your father, spying, vigilant, watching ... like a demon which moves in the shadows!

For that, stupid reader, with the horns in the pot I saw you pass through Spain!

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