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behind the scenes of photoshoot for ELLE

Tarkan made a photo shoot for the December issue of Elle magazine next to the Swedish model Faye Vrethem'in

This is the cover of the magazine:

The session was led by the famous photographer David Burton

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Goes to the first free taxi stop, but the driver tells his head that it deserves is that he is on the left. A very young boy down another taxi driven by a young girl and confirms the order:

- Here, here!
- ... aaaa The Slaves! -requested by the passenger.

Before starting, the driver runs a taxi driver faces at the next turning it receives head slightly to the opposite side and tightening the lips, as the passenger interpreted as a clear sign of (im) patience . Could perhaps be involuntarily but it is clear that does not support it.

Pronounce a few more unintelligible nonsense, yawns while wondering why he does as he says, not sleepy.

- So You'd get bored "replies the passenger to say something.

Le pita a fellow veteran who does not clog or anything. Just as the young taxi driver, turns in vain, not wanting to go to the place to go. " And this, what will matter, fuck ...? " he asks the customer.

At that time, the passenger, perhaps in obedience to a sixth sense, she has thought something like a book of claims, registration, license number ... Something does not like. Not sure why, but something is. In that car there is no chemistry. Sure you know what I speak. In a taxi with the driver there is chemistry or there is not. One realizes at once. And in that taxi there is no chemistry, no. He also thinks that it is not conceivable or feasible such an accumulation of vicissitudes, in something like one hundred and fifty meters, in a Swiss taxi. Let alone in a taxi Icelandic. Yes, they are trivial, but denote (or connote) else. "Well ... will Cadiz grace ... that savvy that characterizes us is that spontaneity ... And also I'm in no mood. "

- the slaves, right?
-
Yes - and that, where is it exactly that I do not fall now? Where cross ?
- ... The cross ...? do not know where they are The Slaves?
- I is that I mess with schools.
- Well you better not Liard ...
- Why?
- Because ... you are a taxi driver, right?
- Yeah, but is that I mess with me schools. I have no way of knowing where each school.
- ... well, I tell ya ... You better start knowing. Because ... If you are a taxi driver, in order ... The Slave ... I do not know ...
- Look, I know a lot of streets and a bunch of numbers ... but schools ...

When it seems that is getting nervous, the young boy-something professional prudence of professionalism has, nevertheless, to ask someone (the passenger cab driver believed to mate with patience) if you buy snuff. The other replied laconically: - Yourself ... - Yooooo mimmmmo ... yoooo mimmmo ...!

- Look, man, slave ... I do not know ... The slave is the school that is just past City of Sant ...
- Leave, leave ... Radio-speak for "Where's The Slaves, I do not remember?
- Avenida de Andalucía 50 ... [King has failed to tell his interlocutor]

The inexperienced driver and passenger back no more cross word. The second retaining some of lucidity and, after all, he thinks, all I wanted is to give constructive advice.

Taxi stop at the school gate.

- Good night.
- Bye.

LOGSE plan The driver leaves. I do not even need to know the location of a handful of iconic sites (whore) city to be a taxi driver. Buenrollismo In these times, I guess enough to be good people and keep good behavior, as in prison. Try in good faith, yes, you see the interest. No matter what you do not have no fucking idea.

not be strange to give to another passenger to find funny his ignorance and lack of professionalism. One of the many oversized spark samplers Cadiz.

The passenger goes home thinking that Switzerland does not happen. In Iceland, at least. The worst is not there to leave or to Central or the North Sea to benefit from a minimum of professionalism. The worst thing is that thirty-five kilometers northwest not find it so hard.

- be that I'm not funny. Or not in the mood, everything is possible. Or that I've never been to Cadiz ...?

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My Library

In my library there is no double glazing. Of Me. Today, the sound of rain serves as a barrier to the street buzz. He had not heard the rattle so characteristic of the crystals.
It's cold. Always cold in the library. There are small hot air diffusers and a couple of friends put a close while closing a shutter. Closing a shutter ... What confusion! I'd rather put on my coat before closing a shutter.

My library is not just about anyone. It is small and, although it is in the center, is a tad away from the circuits kicked, so many people do not repair it or forget. So one has the feeling of being in a time far removed from one in which heads of state seek the illiteracy universal Traviata with subterfuge resultón formal education.

One gets the feeling that, when turning a corner (the room is set around the courtyard) are going to find Celia, which again punished for behaving insolently, thousand copies Sometimes a universal principle in his notebook: " Julian Assange is a selfless philanthropist who just wants the good of humanity ... Julian Assange is a selfless philanthropist who just wants the good of humanity ... . " Celia feels rebellious and true to itself, ie insolent, emphasizing the "one", but, being well aware that the arrogant are others, and has prepared its response . Then, of course, the call twee, but this is already used.

way out, a cat looks surprised me from a window because it provides a street fight a few young people who shout a lot. Celia I disappear and also Anastasio and his friends , who went above moneando.

few minutes later, I bump into a cheesy dress. Vi

life better and I did not like.

All this to leave you with this classic by Antonio Machado, one of these poems previously appeared in the book Path, and then in another book, and then another. It would be fun to go down the street asking for less than twenty years if they have ever heard something other than content Machado transversal CHILDHOOD MEMORIES



A chilly and overcast afternoon
winter. The students
study.
monotony of rain against the window.

the class room. In a sign
Cain is shown
fugitive y muerto Abel,
junto a una mancha carmín.

Con timbre sonoro y hueco
truena el maestro, un anciano
mal vestido, enjuto y seco,
que lleva un libro en la mano.

Y todo un coro infantil
va cantando la lección:
"mil veces ciento, cien mil;
mil veces mil, un millón ".

Una tarde parda y fría
de invierno. Los colegiales
estudian. Monotonía
de lluvia tras los cristales.

P.S. Sí, esto parece una entrada del blog de Eva Marín. Y yo, un autor de coros en el carrusel haciéndole guiños a otro autor de coros.