With this sequel to his prize-winning independent previous film, 'El Mariachi', director Robert Rodriquez joins the ranks of Sam Peckinpah and John Woo as a master of slick, glamorized ultra-violence. We pick up the story as a continuation of 'El Mariachi', where an itinerant musician, looking for work, gets mistaken for a hitman and thereby entangled in a web of love, corruption, and death. This time, he is out to avenge the murder of his lover and the maiming of his fretting hand, which occurred at the end of the earlier movie. However, the plot is recapitulated, and again, a case of mistaken identity leads to a very high body count, involvement with a beautiful woman who works for the local drug lord, and finally, the inevitable face-to-face confrontation and bloody showdown. View Trailer.

Desperado graphic was previously a blogger theme, then i decided to convert it to this beautiful wallpaper, sounds while creating the graphic : Canción del mariachi

Quotes:
Short Bartender: What do you want?
Buscemi: Beer
Short Bartender: All I got is piss-warm chango.
Buscemi: That's my brand. Oh, this is damn good! Say, this is the best beer I've ever had. Actually, I'm just glad to be alive right now. I was up a few towns away... you know Saragosa? I was visiting a bar there, not unlike this one. They serve beer... not quite as good as this, but close. And I saw something you wouldn't believe. I'm sitting there see, small table all by myself at this bar. It's full of real low-lives. I mean, not like this place here. No, I mean bad. Like they were up to no good. Anyway, I'm by myself... I like it that way. Meanwhile, things are going on... under the table kinds of things. Not too obvious but, not too secret either. So, I'm sitting there. And in walks the biggest Mexican I have ever seen. Big as shit. Just walks right in like he owns the place. And nobody knew quite what to make of him... or quite what to think. There he was and in he walked. He was dark too. I don't mean dark-skinned. No, this was different. It was if he was always walking in a shadow. I mean every step he took toward the light, just when you thought his face was about to be revealed... it wasn't. It was as if the lights dimmed, just for him.

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Canción del mariachi

Soy un hombre muy honrado, que me gusta lo mejor
Las mujeres no me faltan, ni al dinero, ni el amor
Jineteando en mi caballo, por la sierra yo me voy
Las estrellas y la luna, ellas me dicen donde voy

Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, mi amor
Ay, mi morena
De mi corazon

Soy un hombre muy honrado, que me gusta lo mejor
Las mujeres no me faltan, ni al dinero, ni el amor
Jineteando en mi caballo, por la sierra yo me voy
Las estrellas y la luna, ellas me dicen donde voy

Me gusta tocar guitarra, me gusta cantar el son
Mariachi me acompana, quando canto my cancion
Me gustan tomar mis copas, aguardiente es lo mejor
Tanbien la tequilla blanca, con cu sal le da sabor

Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, mi amor
Ay, mi morena
De mi corazon

Me gusta tocar guitarra, me gusta cantar el sol
Mariachi me acompana, quando canto my cancion
Me gustan tomar mis copas, aguardiente es lo mejor
Tanbien la tequilla blanca, con cu sal le da sabor

Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, mi amor
Ay, mi morena
De mi corazon

Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, mi amor
Ay, mi morena
De mi corazon
(Ay ay ay)


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