many years ago, when a child or adolescent stabbed in car on the N-2 Monegros, some billboards caused me a subtle sense of mystery. At that time the silhouettes and shadows were in vogue in commercial art, or rather, continued to exist as ghosts of the past, the essence of black and white. The huge cut Osborne bull was one of the great icons, but there were many more, less spectacular than a procession of souls could be watched over fields and hills through the windows. Sandeman Chile and nitrate were the most frightening for me, with its dark disturbing figures faceless beings, characteristics that point my concern in the child magical thinking then.
Years have passed and in some places, less and less, you can still see that man on horseback wearing a hat and coat enigmatic subject. I still produced a strange feeling that it is not clear, although he knows perfectly well that is compost and liquor sherry. I confess I've never tried Sandeman, nor have I seen the appearance of nitrate Chile, and I doubt they do anything to get to know. I'd rather keep them as a mysterious reference to a time, almost remote, which had family travel range of adventure and all everything around them took on an abstract excitement today, in part, and just be nostalgia.
We usually lock in memory, and inexplicably, as strange as talismans undercover and sleeping, hence never really transcend the rational. We prefer to keep symbols that peer into the hard evidence. But there is nothing wrong. Sometimes you need to go back to the magic of childhood, and there always are, among others, Sandeman and Chile nitrate
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