Ojos Verdes (Green Eyes)

My mother would have been 99 last November 26th. I would have liked to have this ready for that particular date, but as I said in my last post, “Sisters of Mercy,” there were issues and I wasn’t in the right mood to do anything but let myself go. Anyway, I want to do it now, as it may not be her Birthday today, but it is mine and I bet she would feel honored that I’m going to celebrate my Birthday with this heartfelt homage to her. She was a huge fan of Conchita Piquer, as she used to refer to the great cupletist (people used to call the artist by the diminutive of her first name.) My mom used to tell us that my father and herself attended a show of hers in a big theatre in Madrid and both of them were impressed by her charisma on stage. Obviously, her performance made a huge impact on them, especially in my mother’s mood. With much enthusiasm she used to tell us the striking success Concha Piquer had in her international debut at L’Olympia in Paris, when she premiered the song “El Relicario.” She always recalled the excited audience standing up to applaud in a thunderous ovation.

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This last song I mentioned was later recorded by Sara Montiel for a sequence of her movie “El Ultimo Cuplé (The Last Cuplet).” A different studio version was released by Columbia Records in her LP printed as “Sarita Montiel canta las canciones de la película El Ultimo Cuplé (Sarita Montiel sings the songs of the film The Last Cuplet)” which was supposed to be the soundtrack of the mentioned movie, though they were different studio recordings. It was released in Europe by London Records as seen in the pictures below.

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This is the version released in the Columbia LP: “El Relicario” (actually by Sarita Montiel, though it is described in youTube as performed by Concha Piquer.) Being such a huge admirer of Conchita Piquer, my mom she used to recall many of her songs and even crooned them at times. However, you might not believe it, but she didn’t own any record of hers. So, one day, when I was already adult, I had to go and buy one for her.

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“No Te Mires En El Rio (Don’t Look at Yourself on the River)” was one of my favorites on the album I bought. My mother she loved everyone of her songs. Her favorite one of hers was this one I’m sharing here, “Ojos Verdes (Green Eyes)”:

 

Ojos Verdes (Valverde, León y Quiroga)
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Apoyá en el quicio de la mancebía,
miraba encenderse la noche de mayo
pasaban los hombres y yo sonreía,
hasta que en mi puerta paraste el caballo.
“¡Serrana! ¿me das candela?”
y yo te dije: “Gaché,
ven y tómala en mis labios
y yo fuego te daré.”
Dejaste el caballo y lumbre te di
y fueron dos verdes luceros de mayo
tus ojos pa mí.

Ojos verdes,
Verdes como l’arbahaca,
verdes como er trigo verde,
y el verde, verde limón.
Ojos verde, verdes
con brillo de faca
que s’han clavaíto en mi corazón.
Pa mi ya no hay soles, luceros ni luna,
no hay más que unos ojos que mi vía son.
Ojos verdes,
verdes como l’arbahaca,
verdes como er trigo verde,
y el verde, verde limón.

Vimos desde el cuarto despertar er día,
y sonar el alba en la torre la vela
dejaste mi brazo cuando amanecía,
y en mi boca un gusto de menta y canela.
“¡Serrana! para un vestío
yo te quiero regalá”
y yo te dije: “¡estas cumplío!
No me tienes que dar ná.”
Subiste al caballo, te fuiste de mi
y nunca otra noche más bella de mayo
he güerto a vivír.

Ojos verdes,
verdes como l’arbahaca,
verdes como er trigo verde,
y el verde, verde limón.
Ojos verdes, verdes, con brillo de faca
que s’han clavaíto en mi corazón
Pa mi ya no hay soles, luceros ni luna,
no hay más que unos ojos que mi vía son.
Ojos verdes,
verdes como l’arbahaca,
verdes como er trigo verde,
y el verde, verde limón.

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English Translation:

Ojos Verdes (Green Eyes) (Valverde, León y Quiroga)
By Concha Piquer

Leaning on the door of the brothel,
I watched the night of May light up.
The men passed by
And I smiled,
Until at my door you stopped the horse.
“Serrana, give me the candle”
And I told you: “Man,
Oh come take it from my lips
And I will give you fire.”
You left the horse
And I gave you light
And they were two green May stars your eyes for me.

Green eyes,
Green as the basil.
Green like green wheat
And green, lemon green.

Green eyes green
With knife glitter
That are stuck in my heart
There is no sunshine anymore for me,
Neither stars, or moon,
There are only those eyes that are my whole life.

Green eyes,
Green as the basil.
Green like green wheat
And green, lemon green.

We saw from the room wake up the day,
And to sound the dawn from the watchtower.
You left my arm when the sunrise came
And in my mouth a taste of mint and cinnamon.
“Serrana, for a dress I want to give you.”
I told you, “You’re done,
You don’t have to give me anything.”
You climbed the horse
You left me
And not another night
More beautiful of May I’ve ever lived again.

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Another popular song by Concha Piquer was “Tatuaje (Tattoo).” The lyrics talking about a sailor who came in a ship of stranger name wearing a heart tattooed in his chest; how she demanded a kiss from him and fell in love with him. Since then she went looking for him in every port asking everyone for the one she loved. Pretty romantic stories she always sang with her poignant voice.

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But my beloved mother wasn’t the only one in the family to love Concha Piquer.  Another one of her sisters, Aunt Margot, was also an inconditional fan of the astounding cupletist. Aunt Margot died at 99, just a few days before reaching 100. Unfortunatelly, in her last few years she suffered from Alzheimer’s disease. She could not remember the last minute or what was happening a couple of minutes before, but still her mind kept working accurately in her present moment, being always wit and amazingly bold. Being frequently conscious of her forgetfulness she used to feel anxious and disoriented. However, you just had to start singing a song by Conchita Piquer and she would immediately remember the lyrics and sing along with you. That would make her happy, allowing her to forget about her troubles. Just like my mother, she loved “Ojos Verdes (Green Eyes).” Many times she could even start singing another favorite of hers, “No Te Mires En El Rio (Don’t Look at Yourself on the River),” making her feel so good. We bought a few Cd’s of the inspiring artist she loved so much, and listening to them was ever happiness for her since then.

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As an example of the sharpness my aunt still kept, even through her latest disease, I will tell here an anecdote I have told many times: Once I came to visit her and, as she was feeling a bit confused, she asked me, “Who are you?” Then I asked back, “Don’t you know who I am?” She thought about for a second and immediately replied, “One of us.” She really was a cool lady, she even loved the Beatles. But nobody is perfect; She would not like Bob Dylan.

Sisters of Mercy

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Leonard Cohen passed away just a month ago. Those were sad news added to many other sad news we have had along the year and to the destabilizing results of the last USA elections. I wanted to honor him with a brief post right away after his death, but as Lennon wrote, “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans,” and for several unnamed reasons I was caught in a dumb mood, unable to do anything but wandering all around from one place to another. But it’s time now to tell something about and I don’t want to miss the chance, so here they come a few words in memory of the great singer/songwriter, meaningful visionary of the last century. I believe Leonard Cohen was the sweetest deeper songwriter of the popular music. Bob Dylan might have been the greatest storyteller of Rock’n’Roll, maybe even the most striking of the lyricists, but the greatest poet beside him, only one who could have shadowed Dylan once in a while, will always be Leonard.

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From “Songs of Leonard Cohen” album I choose “Sisters of Mercy” as one of the most representative songs of what I consider the magic and mystery behind Cohen’s lyrics, spreaded through his voice and intoxicating music. It was used as part of the soundtrack in the 1971 Robert Altman film “McCabe & Mrs. Miller.” This is a live version of the song:

Sisters of Mercy

Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone.
They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can’t go on.
And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song.
Oh yes I hope you run into them, you who’ve been travelling so long.

Yeah you who must leave everything that you cannot control.
It begins with your family, but soon it comes around to your soul.
Well I’ve been where you’re hanging, and I think I can see how you’re pinned:
When you’re not feeling holy, your loneliness tells that you’ve sinned.

Well they lay down beside me, I made my confession to them.
They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem.
If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
Oh they will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.

When I left they were sleeping, I hope you run into them pretty soon.
Don’t turn on the lights, you can read their address by the moon.
And you won’t make me jealous if I hear that they sweetened your night:
Ahh we weren’t lovers like that and besides it would still be all right.

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Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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Leonard Cohen himself has told many times the story about the two girls who inspired him this song. Rolling Stone magazine website published this article: “Watch Leonard Cohen Read Surreal Poem in Animated Interview” including the video in which the singer-songwriter reads his surreal poem “Two Went to Sleep” and tells the bizarre origins of the folk classic “Sisters of Mercy.”

Here is a link to the story Roz Warren wrote many years later, oddly talking about a similar encounter to the one described in the song she and her friend had with the artist in 1975: My Night With Leonard Cohen.”

Another Cohen’s song I wanted to mention is “Leonard Cohen’s Elegy For Janis Joplin – Chelsea Hotel #1” since it contributed to the legend of the famous Chelsea Hotel in New York. The song, later to become “Chelsea Hotel #2,” was dedicated to Janis Joplin. It was written at the hotel after the affair they had when they met each other in the elevator, according to Leonard Cohen. Later at some point he declared that he ever regretted to have exposed the name of her related to that song.

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Many artists, musicians and writers visiting the hotel made of it a cultural and artistic center of the bohemian world in New York. Regarding the Chelsea Hotel, also Bob Dylan wrote some revealing lines on “Sara,” the last song of his “Desire” album. This is what the lyrics said:

I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells
I’d taken the cure and had just gotten through
Stayin’ up for days in the Chelsea Hotel
Writin’ “Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands” for you.

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To finish up this remembrance of the incredible Leonard Cohen, I didn’t want to leave out this unforgettable speech he gave at the Principe De Asturias Awards ceremony (Prince of Asturias Awards,) so here it comes for all of you to watch and listen to:

Mystery Blogger Award

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“Mystery Blogger Award” is an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts.  Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates.  They are one of the best out there and they deserve every recognition they get.  This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging and they do it with so much love and passion. – Okoto Enigma 

The award was created by Okoto Enigma. Here is the link: https://okotoenigma.wordpress.com/my-greatest-creation-yet/

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I was nominated for this award by my sweet and beloved friend, soulsearchingjourney: https://soulsearchingjourneyblog.wordpress.com/2016/11/16/mystery-blog-award/

Thank you so very much.

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Rules For The Nominees:

  • Display the award logo on your blog. √
  • List the Rules. √
  • Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog. √
  • Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well. √
  • Tell your readers three things about yourself. √
  • Answer five questions from the nominee. √
  • Nominate anywhere from ten to twenty bloggers. √
  • Notify the bloggers by leaving a comment on their blog. √
  • Ask your nominees any five questions of your choice, including one weird or funny question. √
  • Share the link to your best post. √

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3 Things about myself.

1: I am forgetful and distractful

2: I like trains

3: I love dogs

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Here are the questions I was asked by Soulsearchingjourney

  1.  If you could be any species other than a human what would you be and why?
  2.  One thing you would love do but have never done?
  3.  Would you try chocolate covered crickets?
  4. What makes you feel good?
  5.  What is one thing you love about your heart or your mind?

My answers are:

1: I’d like to be a horse because they are the most beautiful and noble creatures beside women

2: To paint a masterpiece

3: No, I don’t think I would, haha… though I love the sound of crickets in the summer nights.

4: To be loved and feel my loved one’s love.

5: I love to have a noble heart and quite analytical mind.

Now my best post, I have yet to write it, just like my dear  Soulsearchingjourney who nominated me, but still I’ll share a link to the one I like the most:

https://elcoleccionistahipnotico.com/2016/10/15/i-like-the-way-this-is-going/

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My questions for those I nominate are:

  1.  Which one is the best live show you have ever seen?
  2.  Would you walk the streets and enter a church disguised as a bishop if it was necessary in order to investigate a crime?
  3.  What is the most  funny event you have ever experienced?
  4. If you had to choose one between your favorite movies, which one it would be?
  5.  What is the one thing you consider your main virtue?

My nominations are:

https://utkarsh7668.wordpress.com/

https://thelithiumchronicles.org/

https://mypoeticjourneysite.wordpress.com/

https://nita0216blog.wordpress.com/

https://swetaojha.wordpress.com/

https://rulesofknowledge.com/

https://weasleyisthename.wordpress.com/

https://micksneonfog.wordpress.com/

https://renaissanceinyou.wordpress.com/

https://poetrummager.wordpress.com/

If you don’t want to admit the award think of it as my way of saying I admir you and your blog. Thank you so very much for always being so kind to me.

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The Hypnotist Collector

NO COMPLETE UNKNOWN – THE ODYSSEY OF BOB DYLAN’S LITERATURE NOBEL

This is a magnificently argued text in defense of the Nobel Prize for Literature to Bob Dylan. Do not dare to miss it 😆

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NO COMPLETE UNKNOWN – THE ODYSSEY OF BOB DYLAN’S LITERATURE NOBEL

‘But it’s all been done before / It’s been written in the book’

Bob Dylan, ‘Too Much of Nothing’ (1967)

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I was apprised of Bob Dylan’s 2016 Nobel Prize for Literature at the very first moment, as I had my non-exploding Samsung S7 attuned to Google and the official site of the awarding body, the Swedish Academy: it was Thursday, 13 October 2016, the announcement of the Literature Nobel was due at GMT noon on the dot – my phone was tuned to events in Stockholm, and … there was fortunately no literal explosion, but cataclysmic was my astonishment when the screen flashed up the name: ‘Bob Dylan’!

This award has generated an enormous planetary controversy, and before embarking on any assessment it is worth pausing to recall the basic facts. The Nobel Prize for Literature is awarded…

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Bad Day

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Last wednesday was a bad day for me. I like Wednesdays, but it was not a good one, unluckily. Had nothing to do with being Wednesday, though. It was a bad day in itself, one of those starting with foolish actions leading to a huge misunderstanding which ends up causing sorrow.

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Bad Wednesday (Wednesday Addams)

Anyway, it’s already Friday and I know it’s going to be all right, if only cause the week is almost gone and, most of all, because, as The Cure song said, “It’s Friday I’m In Love.” Looking forward to the rest of the weekend, but in the meantime I’m going to share now this song called “Bad Day” to exorcise last Wednesday’s misfortune.

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And it’s true, nothing screws up your Friday more than realizing it’s only Wednesday :lol:, but you know, everything passes, everything changes, and now it’s truly Friday at last. Of course, anyone can have a bad Wednesday, but missing the one you love might be worse than just a bad day. It is not however Wednesday that I wanted to talk about, but just the R.E.M. song below:

Bad Day (R.E.M.)

A public service announcement
followed me home the other day
I paid it nevermind
Go away
Shit’s so thick
You could stir it with a stick
Free Teflon
Whitewashed presidency
We’re sick of being jerked around
Wear that on your sleeve

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord
Count your blessings
We’re sick of being jerked around
We all fall down
Have you ever seen the televised
St Vitus subcommittee prize
Investigation dance?
Those ants-in-pants glances
Well, look behind the eyes
It’s a hallowed, hollow anesthesized
“Save my own ass, screw these guys”
Smoke and mirror lock down

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord
Count your blessings
The papers wouldn’t lie!
I sigh Not one more
It’s been a bad day
Please dont take a picture
It’s been a bad day
Please

We’re dug in the deep the price is steep
The auctioneer is such a creep
The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal
Here’s the church, here’s the steeple
Please stay tuned
We cut to sequel
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord
Count your blessings
Ignore the lower fears
Ugh, this means war
It’s been a bad day
Please dont take a picture
It’s been a bad day
Please

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Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord
Count your blessings
We’re sick of being jerked around
We all fall down
It’s been a bad day
Please dont take a picture
It’s been a bad day
Please

Songwriters
Roth, Asher Paul / Kleinman, Oren Yoel / Appleton, David Anthony

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Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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R.E.M. performs in Madrid, Spain on October 1, 2008 – photo: Alvarez

A great song that reminds a lot the same sheer devastation of another REM’s tune, “It’s The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)” which seems to have been inspired by the primitive draft of this one.

The song criticizes the shameless corruption seen all over our current world in the same breakneck pace of overwhelming news coming from our TV sets. Extreme differences between rich and poor, people being jerked around, greedy politicians and disgusting power abuse are reflected in the same unassimilable way TV news come to us.

Anyway, didn’t like to end this post in such a discouraging way, so I am sharing also this much more optimistic vision by the same band, with blessings to you all, Shiny Happy People of the WP community (the video I included here was blocked due to copyright issues, so I have changed it now for “The One I Love,” another beautiful uplifting song by R.E.M.) Happy Weekend.

R.E.M. line up is: Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Mike Mills and Michael Stipe. I will mention as a curious fact that Bill Berry, one of its members, was born in Duluth, Minnesota, just like the recent Nobel Prize, Bob Dylan.

The Hypnotist Collector

 

A Kiss To Build A Dream On

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I have always loved Louis Armstrong singing voice, ever since I was a child. Maybe I was listening to him on the radio, or may well be my elder brothers had some record of his, but all I know is that I was used to that deep voice so beautifully hoarse. Later on I recall we treasured a 7 inches 45 rpm single of “What A Wonderful World” by himself that we used to listen to on our ‘pick up’ (as we called our turntable) several times a day once in a while.

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Nonetheless, maybe because I am just a dreamer, the song of his that made the hugest impact on me was no one else but “A Kiss To Build A Dream On,” which I am sharing here today:

A Kiss To Build A Dream On

Give me a kiss to build a dream on
And my imagination will thrive upon that kiss
Sweetheart, I ask no more than this
A kiss to build a dream on

Give me a kiss before you leave me
And my imagination will feed my hungry heart
Leave me one thing before we part
A kiss to build a dream on

And when I’m alone with my fantasies, I’ll be with you
Weaving romances, making believe they’re true

Oh, give me your lips for just a moment
And my imagination will make that moment live
Give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on

When I’m alone with my fantasies, I’ll be with you
Weaving romances, making believe they’re true

Oh, give me lips for just a moment
And my imagination will make that moment live
Oh, give me what you alone can give
A kiss to build a dream on

Songwriters: RUBY, HARRY / HAMMERSTEIN II, OSCAR / KALMAR, BERT
A Kiss To Build A Dream On lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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I can’t help but being a dreamer, that’s true. One of my favortite quotes ever is that Bob Dylan line, “I’ll let you be in my dreams if you let me be in yours.” So why I love this lyrics and the emotional way Louis Armstrong sings them in this live version. What strikes me the most about is that he’s asking her to do it, not in order to make amends and build a much stronger relationship, but kiss him a goodbye. So that means he will dream about her in his own imaginary world where he may feel protected and safe from reality. It says he would rather live alone with his fantasies, weaving romances, making him believe they are true.

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Interesting, because, back to a Dylan reference, he chose to live inside the Gates of Eden without her, instead of outside with her. I know, it sounds cowardly, just like a cop out, but I believe it helps once in a while. Sometimes we need to live our dreams all alone, escaping a real life that hurts. It’s a much complex affair, since we can not live with our feet off the ground for so long. We need to land and go on with our daily struggle. But let’s be ourselves a little bit romantic and allow us to dream of a paradise where our most beautiful fantasies come true. We can do that, at least while the song is still sounding. Close your eyes. Just one moment to think of her (or him, if you rather like a man) and imagine her (his) lips so close to yours. Then go on and ask her (him) to kiss you tender, A Kiss to Build a Dream On.

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El Coleccionista Hipnótico

 

‘It Is Not The Artists Who Speaks, But Life Within The Artist Who Has Much To Say’ (19)

You should all read and share this brilliant article about the life within the artists that actually speaks by themselves, because it talks about the real meaning of art itself in the most insightful way one could imagine.

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‘The highest purpose of art is to inspire. What else can you do for anyone but inspire them?’Bob Dylan

Few days ago, trying to chase away the ‘fall blues’, while having my morning coffee I have noticed that finally the sun was rising above the sky, which faintly promised for a pleasant weather for the rest of the week. Taking another sip of my latte – still feeling quite uninspired- I said to myself – ‘I wish something spectacular has happened’.

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When I opened my mailbox,  I’ve noticed that there was something  waiting for me there. It turned out that my blog had few new ‘followers’ which, of course, made me very happy. Among them there was an alert about a writer called Kim (author of  a very nice online read called ‘Peace, Love and Patchouli’).

As a faithful believer in low of attraction (‘ask, believe, receive and…

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