Tuesday, May 10, 2011

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Pepe Mujica Carlos Trillo



beliefs are piled in front of the Uruguayan executive headquarters, right there, on the eastern bank of the river, the Palace right next Estévez, convictions are being given up, indignities several folds are coupled with , lack of courage and principles resigned.


Pepe, seduced by siren voices, and seeks Galeano disdains bitter brew maté syrup from oblivion. Nothing

Pepe Mujica had trouble letting justice take its path. Pity

Pepe, finally, after all, all your verbiage jacket is diluted along with the smoke of burning garbage at the door of the convictions abandonadas.

`Discusiones acerca de la ley de caducidad

Monday, May 9, 2011

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Se fue Carlos Trillo para el otro pago, guionista de historietas de buena calidad, durante años lo primero que hacía al abrir Clarín al subir al tren en el viaje La Plata-Plaza Constitución era ver las andanzas del Loco Chavez y esperar que de una buena vez se volteara a la despampanante Pampita, que me gustaba tanto que ,cuando mi señora trajo una ovejera como mascota a casa y hubo que elegir nombre sin dudar dije – Pampa, Pampita como la del Loco


En España le pidieron un personaje de puta madre , ahí mismo sacó a Clara de Noche una prosti hermosa y madre excelente que siempre nos saca una sonrisa.

Cuando el Loco Chavez  dejó Clarín allá por el 87 abandoné la costumbre  de compralo, ya la claringrilla las sacaba de memoria y no había nada de interés en el pasquín de los Noble.

Una perdida para la historieta y la cultura popular argentina.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

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Diego El Cigala

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¿Cómo hizo El Cigala to get into the skin of the tango? Where did he say the poetic melancholy of Buenos Aires?


This mixture of flamenco voice of Camarón de la Isla and Enrique Morente singing the best of tango, there are no words that count.
can go further than himself or Adriana Valera Goyeneche, of course do not compare with the traditional voices Gardel tango (insurmountable and founder) or Fiorentino, Charlo, Maciel, compared with the new voices and undoubtedly surpasses the tango music and it sounds like the most.

And you have to know that the tango, some foreign singers dared not worth to spend more of curiosity to hear a different accent to our music.

CHAPEAU Diego El Cigala ...

Troilo and Astor playing the bandoneon in your throat and Pugliese's orchestra in your heart.

Mera Naam Jocker Sence

Germain Uribe: The suicide of André Gorz and his wife

Germain Uribe: The suicide of André Gorz and his wife

Thursday, May 5, 2011

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Adolf Eichmann
In 1960, German war criminal Adolf Eichmann was captured by a command from the Mossad in a slum of Buenos Aires and taken en forma clandestina a Israel donde fue juzgado por un tribunal armado al efecto y de dudosa validez jurídica que lo condena a muerte. Argentina había protestado ante las Naciones Unidas la violación de su soberanía nacional burlada por el hecho.


Como dato de color inquietante para los argentinos, Eichmann antes de morir colgado ,junto con un viva a Alemania y Austria vivó a nuestra patria.

Habían pasado nada más que quince años del fin de la Segunda Guerra y los Juicios de Nuremberg, destinado a juzgar a :

1. Crímenes de guerra, la existencia de asesinatos, torturas y violaciones, hechos contrarios a las Leyes de la Guerra.

2. Crímenes contra la humanidad, when faced extermination and mass death.

3. Genocide, was killed when an entire ethnic group.

4. Aggressive war, on the basis of premeditation to disrupt the peace and as the process to undermine the internal security of a sovereign state.



The Court of Nuremberg was the precedent for any future International Criminal Court.
In the case of the Eichmann trial that the victims judged the perpetrator legal reasons were very weak, but ultimately there was a public trial, records, films, defense lawyers and tutti gli Fiocchi.

Today we see not only the main power Weird operations world more full of doubts than certainties, consistent with the history of the invasion of Iraq, work unilaterally and disregard any possibility of building an international legal system exercising jurisdiction over war crimes as anticipated Nuremberg but the voices are raised questioning this attitude carries wild and who has bigger
are suspected of terrorism. Even and odd title, military action is applauded by a man who is enthroned as the reincarnation of a God The Dalai Lama has spoken out in favor of the sheriff Obama.

These considerations are nothing more than political y no se entra a juzgar que es lo sucedido porque ,como he dicho en una entrada anterior, tengo para mi que nunca se sabrá cuales son los hechos acaecidos, cual la razón de los mismos y las ligazones concretas entre los personajes, dignos todos de una nueva escuela histórica.Algo así como el ocultamiento y la manipulación como una de las Bellas Artes o la historia como especialidad secreta.
Hubo otros hechos terroristas repugnantes, ahí tenemos al infame atentado en Madrid con centenares de muertos y la respuesta clara dada por el Gobierno Español, que en poco tiempo esclareció el hecho juzgando a los autores sin caer en actitudes que claramente tienen objetivos distintos a la búsqueda de justicia y si la búsqueda de más poder.

Si funcionara efectivamente un Tribunal Internacional Penal con poder real y sustento moral, si leemos a quienes se juzgaba en Nuremberg,nos damos cuenta quien estaría sentado para rendir cuenta ante la justicia.

A Kissinger,Bush padre e hijo, Blair y Aznar entre otros les viene como al dedillo el rol de reos de lesa humanidad.

Hace treinta años ni hubiera soñado que Videla estaría preso algún dia.

Hoy se pudre en la cárcel, puedo entonces guardar esperanzas.



Rabei Osman Al Sayed uno de los autores del atentado de Atocha 



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International Justice on Trial



Today marks the anniversary of the kidnapping of the popular writer and activist Harold Conti, among his vast work I have chosen to remember a story from 1967.
As militant had joined the PRT and the creation of the Anti-Imperialist Front for Socialism Before his disappearance
asked in vain for his life, writers such as Gabriel Garcia Marquez and other international figures, the two most important icons Argentina, Borges and Sabato were silent in the interview they had with the genocidal Videla in those days, another participant, the Cure Castellani had been his teacher in the seminary (Conti had left the seminary) if hizo.Se says as a result of management was authorized to give Extreme Unction. Is the story


LOST
The train left at eight o'clock or maybe half past eight . Just ten minutes before the engine hooked but either how nervous the guy an hour earlier. All the people were so. Just arrived and were already thinking of return. His father had done the same. Half the time I thought of the chickens, they ate on time, or the dog, which had stopped in next door. For the Buenos Aires was the Torre de los Ingleses, Alem, Avenida de Mayo and, by exception, the monument to Garibaldi, in Plaza Italia, for the first time he came, with the old, got lost and ended up there. It took a picture and type of the machine put in a tram that took Retiro. Anyway arrived an hour earlier and everyone was so excited that they almost get into another train.


Mientras cruzaba la Plaza Británica con aquella torre que de alguna manera presidia su vida, vista o entrevista a cualquier hora del día en que pisó Buenos Aires, y luego los años y toda la perra vida, y ahora esa vieja tristeza que le nacía de adentro, bueno, y la torre siempre alli como el primer día. mientras cruzaba la plaza, pues, vió al tío por anticipado en un rincón del hall del Pacífico (ellos todavía decían Pacífico) encogido dentro del sobretodo que olía a tabaco, con la valija de cartón imitación cuero a un lado y un montón de paquetes sobre las rodillas, manoseando el boleto de segunda dentro del bolsillo para asegurarse de que todavía seguia allí.

He had called two or three times from the hotel universe but he was out and she understood things by halves. Then try to reach home on foot, of course, because the controls and groups troubled him. Was lost at some point Leandro Alem and before losing sight of the Plaza British preferred to return to retirement and wait for the train.

A couple of years Oreste not see the guy but he was sure of finding the same. The same face dotted with fluffy white hair pimples and those that are dwarfed dazzled eyes when he looked something fixed, the polka-dot bow tie limp and greasy, the same black overcoat with velvet collar, the chambergo alto y aludo que se calzaba con las dos manos y el par de botines con elásticos.

La estación Pacífico se había empequeñecido con los años. Eso parecía, al menos. En realidad era un mísero galpón con un par de andenes mal iluminados. En otro tiempo, sin embargo, veóa todo aquello coloreado por una luz misteriosa. La propia gente estaba impregnada de esa luz. Era espléndida, leve y gentil, como si no fuera a cambiar ni a morir nunca y la estación lucía como un circo. Pero la gente había cambiado de cualquier forma y la vieja estación Pacífico lucía ahora como lo que era, un misero galpón de chapas lleno de ruidos y olor a frito.

Vió al tío en un banco, debajo del horario de trenes. Parecía muy pequeño e insignificante. Tenía las manos metidas en los bolsillos, las piernas bien juntas, un paraguas sobre las rodillas y la mirada perdida en el aire.

Miraba en su dirección pero no lo veía. No veía nada.

Reaccionó cuando lo tuvo delante. --!Oreste!

Se abrazaron y se besaron, de acuerdo a la vieja costumbre.

Oreste dejó que el tío lo palmeara un buen rato. Tenía ese olor familiar, un olor masculino que evocaba a aquellos hombres reservados de su infancia que le sonreían, con breve indulgencia, como el tío Ernesto, grande como un ropero y delante del cual tragaba saliva invariablemente, or the great uncle Augustine, the only time I saw him the day he came to Bragado at the Ford A-chain that cast a cloud of steam by the neck of the radiator, or the Baptist's uncle when he was the same in whole and not just this shadow.

away and the guy was still holding her arms asked: "How will

? "Well, well.

They looked and smiled a bit and then re-embrace.

"And you, how are you? - Well, well.

"Aunt?

"And, well ......

She put a hand on his shoulder and looked long. Oreste smiled slowly. He was accustomed to that style.

-What time does the train? "Eight and a half.

"It's quarter past seven. Let's have a drink.

-No ... best we stayed here. ? Where shall we go? Between that cuddle the train, and engage the. engine does the time go.

Yes, but we have nothing to do with all that. Come on.

- And where? Do not complied with me, son.

were struggling for a while until I finally convinced him and got into the station bar. Consiguiercn a place from which, through a complicated perspective, saw a piece of the platform number 4. Oreste

called hesperidin and uncle, by dint of insisting, a Cinzano with bitters.

-How se largo hasta aquí?

-Eh!... hacía tiempo que lo tenía pensado.

El tío miró el reloj del bar y puso cara de espanto.

-Esta parado --dijo Oreste sujetándolo por un brazo.

No parecía convencido. Saco y examinó el viejo Tissot con agujas orientales.

-Que te decía?... ơAh, si! Vine a ver a mi primo, Vicente.

Hacía seis años que no lo veía. Somos del mismo pueblo, Baigorrita. Le estaba prometiendo siempre. Que hoy, que mañana. Sorbió un traguito de Cinzano.

-Está viejo. Casi no lo conozco.

Permaneció un rato en silencio con el mismo gesto abstraído que tenía while waiting in the hall.

"Hello? How goes it? Asked again reluctantly. "Well, well. He

progress?

He progresses.

They looked with affection, smiled and kept quiet.

The guy had always been so. The uncle and all of them.

-tip brought a charge. The aunt asked me a few cans of "Salt of Hunt." For more than a year that is after that.

Junín I went up to two months ago. No. .. in November. Four months ago.
-
for? , "For the stomach. It's a great thing. People make all kinds of crap now, but this is really good.

Locomotive whistled and uncle grew alarmed. -Lack

yet.

She looked at the clock and sipped a little of Cinzano.

"Well, I went to the Franco-British and I got everything I wanted.

I showed him the little pot and the guy told me: "How many do you want?".

just looked at him. You see?

In a moment it would disappear in the window of a car would be second and not until four or five years. There were five other before now. His old and disappeared one day and saw him more.

"Howdy all that? Oreste asked after a while. Everything

. Era un roce lastimero, un crepitar de años envejecidos, una pregunta hecha a si mismo, a un negro hoyo de sombras.

-Igual.

-Los muchachos?

-Siempre igual.

Callaron otra vez.

El tío hizo girar la copa y sorbió el último trago.

-Qué hora es?

-Las ocho menos cuarto.

El tío saco el reloj y lo observó inquieto.

-Casi menos diez. Vamos?

Oreste dudó un rato.

Vamos.

Estaban enganchando la locomotora. El tío recogió los paquetes y la valijas y comenzó a caminar apresuradamente hacia el andén número 4. Parecía haberlo forgotten. Oreste

tried to take the bag and the guy looked at him strangely.

"Okay, boy. No bother.

"Give greetings to the aunt. At all.

"Thanks, dear. Thanks.

ran along the train to face second-rate running at the same time as if the station was allowed to fall on the windows and stuck by the boys or the bags to get a seat. The guy climbed up one of the cars near the train and soon put his head out a window.

-When are you going to go there looking rather asked the people crowding on the platform. -Just

can.

"You have to go, that is. When did you say?

"When you can.

The guy pushed a time to suit the bag. Then he sat on the edge of the bank and remained silent.

They looked at once and the guy smiled and said: "Oreste

! . . .

He smiled, too, from afar, to the platform edge.

bell rang and the guy looked hastily through the window half-length.

-Chau, dear, bye! He said and kissed his cheek as he could.

tried to kiss her once but she was sitting.

The train shook tip a punta. El tío agitó una mano y sonrió seguro.

Oreste corrió un trecho a la par del tren. Corría y miraba al tío que sonreía satisfecho, como aquellos hombres de la infancia.

Luego el tren se embaló y Oreste levantó una mano que no encontró respuesta.



Haroldo Conti
 CON OTRA GENTE
1967

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

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Haroldo Conti

Luís Moreno Ocampo, amanuense de Strassera en el juicio a las juntas militares y que desde ahí saltó a Poder Ciudadano y a parodias de justicia televisiva donde se dirimían cuestiones tales como si el ruido del vecino era molesto or if the clay oven affected the boundary walls, Luis Moreno Ocampo say, from the International Criminal Court which came from the hand of those who know, will ask the international arrest of Muammar Kaddafi and one of his children for crimes against humanity.
understand it is another son of Kaddaffi since one of them along with three grandchildren of former friend of Berlusconi have been killed by a lengthy bombing ordered by NATO and the Nobel Peace Prize Bin Osbama Barak.

Mysteries operating these days with terrorists killed in episodes where all are clear doubts, we may never be made clear.

some things which can only infer. The key point with regard to the Arab world were the mass demonstrations that ended with authoritarian regimes that lasted decades, systems that were the mainstay of the U.S. and Israel in the region such as Egypt or Morocco, demonstrations can not reach the stone Saudi monarchy across the country by late "? Osbama Bin Laden murdered "? apparently by his "ex? comrades in the CIA for having resisted by a threatening gesture. Again I

Luis Moreno Ocampo asked the former television host and Kaddafi trial of Libyans and other studies even processing denotados criminales de guerra como Bush, Blair y Aznar que iniciaron una guerra ilegal sobre la base de mentiras, bombardearon ciudades abiertas ,secuestraron personas y las trasladaron para ser torturadas salvajemente y posteriormente encarceladas en condiciones inhumanas sin juicio previo.

Las guerras de Bush y sus socios produjeron una cantidad no estimada de víctimas mortales no inferior en todo caso al medio millón de personas y no hay juicio a la vista.
Se que es mucho pedir, lo mío puede parecer inocente, pero ante esta mirada tuerta, ante la bruta limada del sentido común hasta la jibarización del pensamiento, solo pido que Moreno Ocampo vuelva a la TV a lidiar con problemas domésticos, tengo que mediation to bring the Galician side, which has stopped cutting the grass on his land, boundary of my garden / orchard and weeds threaten my work.

Monday, May 2, 2011

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Kaddafi

is urgently looking for an enemy, it can reside in any country provided that the region has natural resources.

The carrying of religious fundamentalism is not necessary, can be credited as left several suspicious ideologies, populist demagoguery or simply ignore the role of Keeper of Natural Order to carry the U.S. of America shall be considered in preference for the position.
can also count on support from nations that arise independent development of liberal policies promoted by the IMF.

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Sunday, May 1, 2011

Mariage Wishe Tamil Kavithaikal

Employee Wanted Let them hear the voice of the people

SPIES: The time will come when our silence will be more powerful than the voices you estranguláis today!



PARSONS: Am I allowed to speak? Oh, men of America! Let me speak, Sheriff Matson! Let them hear the voice of the people!



125 years ago in the episode that started the commemoration of May Day and the voices of the Martyrs of Chicago, transformed over the years, still ringing and strongly expressed in a way or another unavoidable presence of the working class worldwide.

has opined that the working class died along with ideologies like someone ventured through the liberal euphoria of the nineties, trying to support the unique thought imposed by the corporate media que tienen más fuerza que cien divisiones blindadas.

La clase obrera a cambiado si, pero no desaparecido ni mucho menos, puede que no sea ya a clase obrera de mameluco sucio y manos encallecidas ,siendo ahora los productores de bienes trabajadores que utilizan nuevas técnicas y herramentales, pero sigue siendo el sujeto social ineludible si se quiere avanzar hacia un mundo mejor.

Hoy como siempre, la lucha por la paz y la justicia es la constante y la clase obrera es la principal interesada en esas banderas.

Hoy los gobernantes de los paises centrales, el Talón de Hierro, como pintó en una novela Jack London a principios del siglo 20, hoy ese Talón ,barriendo toda frontera moral, está embarcado en una aventura guerrera con el solo propósito de buscar recursos que dilapidar en consumo irracional.

Hoy entonces como ayer es imprescindible dejar que se escuche la voz del pueblo.



VIVA EL PRIMERO DE MAYO

Saturday, April 30, 2011

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slitting I, I never will crack anyone. And you drop me a mother who crack.
"Jesusa Palancares"

While certain plebeian intellectuals desperately rummage in their genealogical trees for a princely trace or at least European, Princess Hélène Elizabeth Louise Amélie Paula Dolores Poniatowska, better known as "Pony", a direct descendant of that Poniatowski he brought relentless crazy to Catherine of Russia, passes between us and hearty sencillota lady. His approach calls for trust, affection, to touch his face full of freckles and conejiles tics. Oh my, Elena, "The Pony", which was in the tower as any neighbor's daughter that October 2, 1968 ("childish hands because death anina hands"), the tennis shoes that toured the ruins of a city devastated by earthquake of 85 and defended the right to abortion Paulina, the girl raped twice (the second was a moral violation) ... that said NO Villaurrutia Award 1971 which was given, ironically, for his book The Night of Tlatelolco well ... What prize would revive her brother and the thousands of boys massacred? He avoids like the plague to titles of nobility, including the "writer" did not even think "(...) I'm very good, but I know that I have the craft of writing. I have it since 1953 and I practice ", as stated before Joseph Gordon and Guadalupe Alonso. And get back to renounce his crown in the book Dawn in the Zocalo, the 50 days that confronted Mexico (Planeta, 2007): "As a writer, I would have liked to John Berger, but as I went and I think I can not reach so, try to set me how it makes John Berger to portray to others. Since 1953 I look at those who walk down the street, the sweeper with seven dogs, Tere's lemon market in Coyoacan, Lucia sewing at home, those who came to the country to Mexico City and still bring hands to milk cows of shearing sheep, patting tortillas. I try to live thinking about those who have to go to the U.S. because if not die of hunger and those who can not go and die of hunger. "(P. 156).
But, above all, grandmother of several Mexican children whose pictures always carries with him to show them with touching pride: "Look, that is Moon ..."
The love of Mexico was born on May 19, 1932 in Paris. Evremont daughter Jean Poniatowski Sperry, heir to the Polish throne, in exile in France, and also exiled Dolores Love, aka Paulette, the daughter of a family porfiriana. As eldest daughter, Helen correspond to the title of queen of Poland, for which he feels great affection, particularly as it was during a stay there in the sixties, which reaffirms their sense of commitment to the disadvantaged. During World War II, Prince Poniatowski enlists in the army and Paulette, or Paula Poniatowska Amor, as recounted in his autobiography Do not forget me (Plaza & Janes, 1996), which is impossible not to connect with Flor de lis, the only autobiography Elena, fled, along with their daughters, Elena and Sophia, or "Kitzia" to Mexico. Jan born there, the third son of Poniatowski, dear Elena's brother died in a car accident at age 21. Elena is in Mexico where, provided by the "girls" will learn from these the Castilian town so wonderfully used, particularly in his first novel, published in 1969, to not see Jesus, whose protagonist, Jesusa Palancares, safe have been queen in another life, is a picaresque character unique in Mexican literature, that despite their condition triply disadvantaged (women, indigenous and illiterate), always goes with it. Jesusa Palancares is, obviously, a homage to his beloved princess "girls."
But Elena started in journalism after studying at a religious boarding school in the United States between 1949 and 1952 and have been secretary of a father's business that went bankrupt shortly thereafter. The blue blood does not guarantee the "pope." Blonde girls are not guaranteed happiness as popularly believed in Mexico, and Elena begins to ask the Social Reported (signed his notes with the mysterious pseudonym "Helene"), until Fernando Benítez rescues for "Mexico's culture "News newspaper. Young, pretty, naive and self-taught, and other succulent combination for ravenous wolves, Elena is soon to make a splash its very "Jesus" style, a mixture of ingenuity and guile-mix Princess and "girl" cooking. I am of the idea that Ellen exploiting their innocent appearance that their respondents feel confident and at ease and end all lint. Hand asked to interview the handsome newcomer Carlos Fuentes when he published the Air Is Clear - "Carlos Fuentes you out much to dance and do not know the stepping on giving" -, to Francois Mauriac made him lose his temper, as recorded one of the many volumes interviews across Mexico. A Juan Rulfo, entercado in silence and allergic to the interviews, particularly if they were made by pretty girls, he took all, all, all the soup. To Diego Rivera was unfazed when the girls said guerita breakfast. Her future husband, astronomer Guillermo Haro (1913-1988), whose life inspired the skin of the sky, met him at the time: "He treated me very badly, tells Elena Alonso-Gordon and I went to interview him in the tower Sciences of the UNAM and I remember being told that journalists are the outcasts of all races ... "I bet you, miss he does not have paper and pencil." I dug in my bag like a hen and not really brought neither paper nor pencil. " Miguel Covarrubias, lives and worlds (Era, 2004), rescue hemerographic Antonio Saborit and confirms my suspicions regarding Elenita technique to gain the trust of his interviewees, is invaluable testimony to the cultural journalism in the fifties, a snapshot of youth work Elena: Questions parkas, direct, Pachon, no frills or fanfare .. . French Impressionism to the rawness of his interviewees, insolence that, far from disturbing, yet tender. Like a girl. A Rosa Rolando, the mistress of the artist, describes it as follows: "(...) it was something like his domestic Tanagra, his sculpture of a really, her rose daily, your flower deep carnal. "
Elena ventured
in fiction in 1973 with Lilus Kikus. I was supposed to feel overwhelmed by the shadow of his beautiful aunt, the poet-who love Pita takes a merciless portrait in The seven little (Era, 2000) - but Elena has never been competitive, perhaps because it is unique : It just gives you that curious mix of frivolous journalism with humanistic journalism. They are testimonial and journalistic books that reveal his face serious and deeply committed: His ostensible ideological commitment to communism, which earned him among their relatives the nickname "Red Queen" - with which to date communicant, is implicit in Tinisima , fictionalized biography of the Italian photographer Tina Modotti, where even the rich ladies who crowd his literary workshops, the authors have gone far from negligible and Rosa Nissan, Amélie Olaiz Rosamaría Homes, sighed for subversive sexual and Julio Antonio Mella - "The Cubans love their sex. Out to look at women, encourage them with their sex. Nick and I loved college. Took her in his arms, stopped at the corner, the possessed, the sun shone through the windows "- it is this, the erotic novel by Elena Poniatowska, where Julius and Tina, caught at first sight, love up and against the wall.
In 2001 Alfaguara Prize awarded to the skin of the sky bildungsroman, a fiction about her husband, astronomer Guillermo Haro, renamed the Lorenzo de Tena, which recreates a fluctuating Mexico, that of the Buicks, hats and gloves and sellers of electric shocks, the rapidly growing among the twenties to nearly twenty-first century, with a strong male protagonist's love life, angry idealist who takes refuge in the contemplation of the stars. His next novel, worthy of the Rómulo Gallegos 2007 received at the hands of the very same President Hugo Chavez in Venezuela, El train goes first (Alfaguara, 2005, Rómulo Gallegos Prize 2007) underscores his passion for men to take up arms and heart of the condominium, who, as in Paseo de la Reforma or skin of the sky, they invariably find their way into a woman ready to conquer also your political ideals and love back to the convention, and against the wall. Pineda Trinidad China is the hero of this novel that recreates almost photographic, motion made to house railroad Mexicans hopes for a genuine political and social change. Trinidad, leader of the masters of the tracks, facing first to the so-called "corrupt leaders" ("The charrismo was a state structure, its black workers), ie collusion with those in charge of squeezing workers, then the president himself Michael German, who ends up feeling overwhelmed with the Pineda stubbornness of China, which seems even willing to be killed if this fellow gets for decent working conditions. What moves the input of these characters is the fact that they work, yes, of necessity, but, above all, passion to the machine and what it attaches to its eventual master, as you noted in the case of own Pineda: "(...) The train was his way of being on earth, was his dead father, his mother taking him out to the station, the cargo tonnage of all his feelings, ceiba higher land. The whistle had long resonated in his heart and had become a sacred animal that left their essence in his childhood dream and rocked him until dawn. The train was his year, his alter ego. "It was not squirrels, or gophers, or rabbit, or lizard, I was a locomotive." (P. 28).
Elena, devastated after the death of his best friend, Carlos Monsivais
Of course, the triumph of Trinidad Pineda on bureaucracy, government and social injustice is not destined to last, not in this country where democracy is a fiction, a utopia. During the next six years will be undertaken dirty smear campaign against him to whom all are hero, and ended up in prison, reviled, accused of being a communist and an ally of the Russians. It is likely that, as he reproached his best friend, Saturnino, Trinidad has exceeded the frankness of their criticism and demands: "In politics you have to maneuver and not judge strongly as you do." (P. 82). Regardless of political intrigue, the first train passes also addresses this sort of incestuous passion, which is more ideological identification of sex, between Trinidad and niece Barbara, which reads fanatically Simone De Beauvoir, wears his hair short and wear pants. Trinidad identify more with this girl who seems willing to die for their cause, as many students (in this novel raises the symbolic start of the alliance between the railroad and the union of the university), who with his faithful but traditional tolerant wife and mother of his children. "Dude ... Do not want to be a poor copy of my aunts, they themselves are already blurred copies of themselves, copies of copies of what would ever want to be (...) I am my own wife. Simone de Beauvoir also stood up against it that anatomy is destiny. "(Pp. 95 and 96) Love will teach the hero gradient, which Mexican saints in the heaps are counted, more than ever expected. For example, "(...) the certainty that consciousness arises from the faith, but doubt." (P. 96).
Reading this magnificent novel that, like all of Elena, no fanfare, oozes freshness and agility in their dialogues in journalism, unless one can not miss this picturesque houses whose land Buenavista station for now a mega library that was some news and the subject of a political campaign, and now nobody cares. Elenita, like Jesus, like Trinidad, and Mella, as Tinisima ... as Leonora, the heroine of his most recent and exciting novel, my favorite, I must confess, and so many characters that never crossed his arms and do not hesitate to take a rifle, a banner or a book, if that manage to change a little the world, not usually remain silent. I could not stop being part of one of the most significant events in the recent history of Mexico: the "criminal" making reform, the nation's busiest street and the busiest in the world, thousands of disgruntled citizens so , clearly, was an electoral fraud. An act that wealthy newspaper circulating out there qualify as "terrorism" deaf and dumb, but the hundreds, thousands of innocents who die every day in so-called "crossfire" between the military and members of organized crime. Elenita, however no longer be the girl, trembling with indignation dodged bullets in Tlatelolco, nor the large woman who dug through the rubble that the earthquake of 85 left in its wake, stood for several days with the crowd demanding clarity electoral process by other troubled that in some ways, led the nightmare that Mexico is today. Confesses that he had not gotten involved if the affected candidate, representing the left where the red princess had fought all his life convinced, do not search your house personally to Chimalistac delegate the responsibility of becoming the spokeswoman for the indignation of the people mocked. She tells it in his splendid review Dawn in the Zocalo, in the section entitled precisely "knocking on my door:" All I know is that yes, that is the great tragedy of my life. "
But while at first, Elenita felt morally obliged to make up for the peaceful revolt that not ceased to be cultural and rebellion, insurrection, insurgency ... ... words almost taboo for Mexican and enthusiastically joined the popular demand to make a recount (which has been effective in many other countries where the slightest suspicion of error is sufficient to repeat the whole process), because she was convinced, and very indignant at the overwhelming evidence of electoral fraud in favor of the right candidate. Recognizes, however, have been naive ... really naive, I mean, by accepting to film a TV spot that placed her in the eye of the hurricane: "(...) I shot another spot very naive same day we spoke (López Obrador and it.) It asked the PAN not lie or slander to say that Andres Manuel was a danger to Mexico. Struck Tere's publicist sent a car for me and a very nice gentleman, the driver and I went Rascuache a study near my home. A sweet girl hands brushed me and I had to repeat it once the text written about my book Scribe. Aired April 7, 2006 (by the way, I never sent as promised) and from then on I played a holy week of launches in the side, sponge, vinegar and a crown of thorns. "You asked for it, which gets scorched leaves the kitchen," said Rossana Fuentes. "
favor of Elenita I can say that hardly a good person like her (I know it's a good person, as he has the people to come close to it and received love, only love) could hardly be expected to be faced characters as sinister, wicked and misogynist who were able to convince through defamatory campaigns that Dona Elena was the sweet grandmother whose skirts are sheltering the candidate beaten. "(...) A woman in the literary prestigious but politically very naive," say Luis Martinez, although the prominent writer Fernando del Paso defended: "The PAN, as a political party, owes an apology, because he is a citizen Mexican is not committing a crime, is exercising its right as a citizen to support a candidate she believes in, regardless of what it is. "The people of Mexico broke in two, not only the political (in those days there were hundreds of street brawls between "Calderón" and "lopezobradoristas") but in those who were in favor and against the collaboration of Elena Poniatowska with the Left. The midnight phone insults became an everyday thing, like the spontaneous cheers and hugs your way. His own sister would claim him angrily Kitzia their involvement in this case that had triggered extreme passions in people, "Do you think Joan of Arc or you hit her in the head? You are fully pelican, have never been in reality but far less. AMLO is a byproduct that will lead the country disaster and you stuck there. Jump, mana, jump, those people do not deserve you, skip. "And later he would insist his very Jesus' brothers:" (...) Do not you realize that you do horrible damage to your children and mine also ? Santiago was a year doing a project on a house for Roberto Hernandez and Santiago is only canceled and your nephew. What will happen to your children? How much longer are you going to follow in destitution? "It is true, accept Elenita: My family, my children, except Well that is in the UAM-my daughter-Puebla, suffer the consequences of my support for AMLO." (P. 200).
might say that it is time that Elenita became indifferent as to some and to others. Dawn in the Zocalo includes not only the chronicle of those fifty days of confrontation that threatened to degenerate into civil strife, but his tired face of what suddenly emerged as a lost cause and his desire to retire to his home to rest, to attend another church other than the seven, officiated by López Obrador (Elenita recognizes a red very Catholic), but not the only one whose forces dwindle. The movement itself is going extinct under the influence of the criminal hearing of the institutions responsible for enforcing democracy in Mexico. The mood of the rebels could be compared with the 68 students who came to express their displeasure against the government and ended up shot dead or missing. In this case it is not shot anyone or disappeared, we used a worse strategy: making fun of the protesters, display to the public as renegades and bad losers. Elenita, who to date has been receiving calls where the call "fucking old bitch," published this chronicle in a very timely, not opportunistic (within one year of the events described in the book), which establishes, in figures and impressions gathered at first hand, and the heat of battle, the demands of the people scammed, the number of polls raped the number of votes mysteriously disappeared, the electioneering tricks to convince the Mexicans of the dangers of leftist candidate, threats and insults, alliances between former members of the PRI and the new ruling party and physical attacks and moral against the strikers ... but also, in a splendid example of objectivity and self-criticism of the mistakes made by herself, for their candidate and strategists of the movement which, although unsuccessful, has come to occupy an honored place in Mexico's history: "Just around the corner, where I see them, presence safe, friendly, reliable. I trust them. I need them, I need my country. Maybe because I was not born here need more from him than anyone. These days I live and feel you have to live or we all lived like that ... "(p. 237)
The latest feat, literature on this occasion, the Red Queen, is the Prize Biblioteca Breve 2011 with what I consider the best of his novels, Leonora, where journalist after all, tells the story of a real character, however, looks like something out of a terrifyingly beautiful story: the English painter living in Mexico , Leonora Carrington, who still lives, is about 100 years old, and with whom Helena has more than one thing in common. The fact that the artist is still alive and surrounded by a large family, think before you start reading the novel, would be a self-censorship to the novelist-biographer, and yet the story flows with flows freely and without veils tender details such as overwhelming passion Leonora youth who lived with the painter Max Ernst, or passing through the asylum in Salamanca itself tells Leonora tinged fairy tale in his book Memoirs of broken down ... or marriage to the writer and journalist Renato Leduc , who brought her to Mexico to get her out of a Europe plunged into World War II. Of course, Elena exposes details not included in the story of Leonora, and that the painter must have revealed itself (remember that Elena is an expert in getting all the soup). Elena Poniatowska no better than to romanticize the incredible story of a woman completely alien to this world, a woman who spoke the language of horses and considers herself a runaway horse.
The biggest challenge we had this story, and I think that Elena the pound with enough decorum, was to recreate the world of the Surrealists, which Leonora remained immersed for several years and affect the rest of his life. Leonora was not enough to tell it: obvious that Ellen was immersed in extensive research allowed him to "translate", so to speak Somehow, the complex personalities of Max Ernst, André Breton, Paul Eluard ... the patron Edward James and Peggy Guggenheim, even more bizarre that his proteges, among others. But undoubtedly the most difficult to decipher was the very Leonora, the irreverent British established a Mighty, not excluding him his two sons, Gabriel and Paul, but her husband, the kindly-but-conventional Chiki: "(...) The art tradition is confined to a caged animal. Imprison a creature is to take away his greatness. There is little room for fantasy in the cage of traditional art. Inhibitions, so firmly established, still maintain power, no matter how many permits were given to men themselves. "(Seix Barral, Barcelona, \u200b\u200b2011, p.86)
Finally, between Elena and the painter in particular, because a painter Leonora is not like the others, the same way that Helena is not only a writer, journalist but above all there is a great similarity: the same way as literary characters eventually become autonomous and ignore the authority of its creator, the amazing pictorial characters of Leonora Carrington, "is up fabric alone "(p. 358)
Leonora, which could also advise the overwhelmed Elena not only knows how to say yes, like Remedios Varo, your best friend: "Get rid of the stereotyped expression, free yourself from the beliefs of all, free yourself from the usual places, free yourself of the visits, free yourself from those who consider themselves visionaries, I'd say the two hemispheres of my brain." (p. 405 .)

Chécate Braid dedicated to Leonora Carrington


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Lesa Send

Ha muerto Ernesto Sábato, con seguridad en las redacciones se busca la necrológica en los archivos de celebridades con expectativas de muerte pronta, la de Sábato que se va a los 99 años va a tener que ser rastreada con esmero.


En 1961 siendo apenas un pibe le robé a mi hermana Mirta el recién salido Sobre Héroes y Tumbas y lo devoré de un tirón.
lines end with Martin, the main character, looking for a restart in the south hit me, maybe because I, in the fifteen years since then there had grown a naive optimism in the same book the whole saga of Juan Lavalle in North is perhaps the best that Sabato has written, in my opinion of course, the Report on blind confess I never fully understood despite several re-readings. Then I met

Tunnel and Abaddon El Exterminador, but nothing beats the impact it had on Heroes.

Sabato wrote the prologue to Nunca Más, spoke of a descent into hell, true, well feathered painted black years de la dictadura, peca ese prólogo del pecado original del informe, a saber la Teoría de los Dos Demonios, donde de alguna manera equipara el accionar insurgente al terrorismo estatal pero es otro cuestión y habla de un momento de la historia argentina donde todavía la dictadura no era solo un lastre sino una casi presencia castrante que limaba intelectos y descorajeaba morales.
Aunque el pecado mayor del autor de ese Nunca Más ,hoy felizmente superado por un Nunca Menos y un esperanzador Siempre Más, el pecado mayor digo de quien como buen literato se parangonó con Dante Alighieri es ,que en el descenso a los infiernos se encontró con su figura  entrevistando a Videla, se pudo ver el mismo entonces en el noveno circulo que de acuerdo a Dante albergaba a los traidores





La Caína: Primer recinto del noveno círculo. Los traidores a sus parientes.

− La Antenera: Segundo recinto del noveno círculo. Los traidores a su patria.

− Plotomea: Tercer recinto del noveno círculo. Los traidores a sus amigos y huéspedes.

− La judesca: Cuarto recinto del noveno círculo. Los traidores a sus bienhechores

No era Sábato un ingenuo en materia política, había militado en su juventud en la Federación Juvenil Comunista, de la que fue expulsado, el contaba por disidencias, Communists say more banal reasons, Borges Sabato was not accompanying him to the interview and was unimpeachable in politics and dreamed of a gaseous cloud, in that interview Sabato validated burned books, censorship, murder of writers , betrayed the best tradition of literature of Argentina and the Never Again I do not wash that crime against self lyrics because they never made it.



Sabato, gave me hours of deep reading, researching my fears so I thank you, as a cowardly surrender when the time required a minimum of dignity.



Friday, April 29, 2011

Volkswagen Brasilia For Sale

EXPLANATORY NOTES FOR THE BOOK FAIR IN APRIL 2011 SOUTHERN HORIZON

is urgent need to rethink our Latin American production models of new encerronas officiating history. It is particularly urgent, think agricultural proposals aimed at achieving greater food sovereignty and allow us to avoid thoughts that are colonized by forced and unavoidable agroexporters processes. Current entrapments have different expressions, including and especially, the way global capitalism imposed by transnational corporations determined to primary situations of our economies in material extraction mass-produced raw commodities. These new units involve the appropriation of natural resources, destruction of ecosystems and a strong impact on rural populations. In fact in our continent have established a number of progressive governments beyond their speeches and against all logic, persist in maintaining traditional models, take for granted the need to extract resources, export, maintaining the growth rates and grow the crude product. That requires the same, and urgently, to find the intellectual elements that allow us to view and address these configurations neocolonial discourses disguised tax on old paradigms y poder repensar tanto los modelos productivos como las relaciones de la ciudad y el campo en épocas de globalización. A la vez, necesitamos demostrar que el avance de los Agronegocios y de los modelos de agricultura industrial con cultivos transgénicos y uso intensivo de agrotóxicos, no son ineluctables tal como se nos enseña y tal como se los naturaliza mediante el uso de los medios y de la colonización pedagógica. Necesitamos tomar conciencia que esos modelos productivos configuran una real agresión sobre la identidad cultural, sobre el arraigo de las poblaciones, sobre sus patrimonios alimentarios y sobre sus posibilidades inmediatas de supervivencia, en medio de los crecientes Cambios Climáticos y frente a los sucesivos desastres ecológicos.
Una de las principales causas del menosprecio a las experiencias campesinas y/o relacionadas con la tierra o con el campo, en todas las experiencias de cambio revolucionario habidas en América Latina con posterioridad a la Revolución Mexicana, han sido las lecturas del marxismo que se nos impusieron. Con excepciones importantes como la de Mariátegui en el Perú, no se han destacado intelectuales marxistas que bucearan suficientemente en nuestras raíces culturales para indagar sobre las propias necesidades y adaptar a ellas aquellos pensamientos. Todo lo contrario, la mayor parte de las corrientes de izquierda se constituyeron en expresiones de una universalidad que nos modeló bajo la luz de sus razones y que nos convirtió objects, unable to even meet their own hidden voices of the culture and traditions. Only at the end of the twentieth century, after the collapse of the USSR and having raised the Zapatistas in Mexico and touching the big anti-global demonstrations to major world capitals, revived in Latin America, a peasant movement, with considerable autonomy from political parties struggled to generate proposals as important as was the Food Sovereignty. This resurgence of farming experience has shown over the past ten years, its strengths and its enormous and insurmountable weaknesses. In fact prevailed in the field of popular struggles, a new role, but defensive subsidiary of progressive urban ideologies.
The depopulation of the countryside, farming without farmers and the abolition of rural life, they continue to deepen and as if this were not enough, it legitimizes the concentration of population. Against the model of rural exclusion, perhaps back off, protecting us in the cities and surrounding areas where we can no longer be producers and creators of our own lives, but consumers only for dependence and the vicissitudes of global markets? Will we see anything with resignation as companies and markets decide what is produced, where once grew our vegetables and grazing our animals? Will we continue as now, struggling to urbanize the slums and "the right to live in the city" as some foolish demand in a city also increasingly favelizada or slum, and increasing poverty belts? What we see every day and for years is that those expelled from their land, social organizations are ready to recognize them without their own memories and treat them as if they had always been urban consumers. Assigned a few square meters for palliation of a habitat and a subsidy, and passed from the time the new cords to swell suburban poverty. The very history of these uprooted and deterritorialized behind, and are not peasants, and non-Indians also cease to be rural workers or residents of small towns, the old frameworks of belonging away. They are now just a blank slate on which others rewrite a new story, having to learn a new role as consumers and asistencializados, while treated as a peripheral urban ill, dominated by bands such as authoritarian or of DELIA Miracles, if not governed directly by the drug.
As we saw during more than five years against the spraying campaign and having traveled the country soy, we can assert that industrial agriculture imposed RR soy en la Argentina, es sinónimo claro de desmontes, degradación de suelos, contaminación generalizada, degradación del medio, destrucción de la Biodiversidad y expulsión de poblaciones rurales. Sin embargo, puede haber consecuencias aún mucho más horrendas que las que el común conoce o imagina. Creemos haber descubierto a partir de innumerables víctimas dispersas a lo largo de varias provincias y especialmente de la provincia de Entre Ríos, los elementos necesarios para confirmar una vasta operatoria de contaminación sobre miles de poblados pequeños y medianos de la Argentina. Nos atrevemos a considerar que se esta configurando una catástrofe sanitaria de envergadura tal, que nos motiva a imaginar un genocidio policies driven by large corporations and only the huge interests at stake and the astonishing ignorance of the political class manage to keep muted. Cancer and other terminal diseases, and autoimmune diseases, have become massive and widespread epidemics in thousands and thousands of Argentine towns and the head is without doubt the rural model. However
above, which calls our biggest anxieties as Argentina and as human beings that we risk our health and our descendants, we must recognize that the model in place primarization, extractive, agricultural exports and industrial agriculture, but that does not stop deepens. First, deepened by the growing production of biofuels that are produced from soybean oil. Situations like the Fukushima nuclear disaster merely strengthening global demand for biofuels to cut gasoline and it excites a leadership formed an idea of \u200b\u200bunlimited progress, who puts his faith in the growth and GDP. The situation is configured in this way involves huge risks, Argentina began to take a plainly producer of biodiesel and threatens growing their own food security. There are however, other major risks that, as global phenomena are also nearing our country. I refer to land grabbing Some countries are far from supplies of food they need for their own people, try to solve their food security by buying or renting distant territories. In Africa millions of hectares are occupied by countries far away or corporate enterprises with the purpose of producing food and export, while local people suffer hunger and homelessness. In Argentina we begin to live the same situations, both in the province of Black River with the Chinese as the province of Chaco with the Saudis are signed similar agreements that are celebrated by the leadership as new investments. This is really new forms of territorial dispossession and loss expressions our sovereignty: the occupied territories are simply the times of new sites or factories that replicate the old forms of transnational domain.
Jorge Eduardo Rulli / April 2011

White Circle On Dogs Nose

Cabito, marijuana and other herbs



Algunas consideraciones:
678 es, en apariencia una de las principales herramientas gubernamentales para poner en la agenda mediática temas que son de su interés.
Ayer en uno de los informes se trató el tema de la detención de un defensor del cultivo de Cannabis a partir de una orden judicial.

En el desarrollo del tema uno de los periodistas del panel,Cabito Massa Alcántara afirmó que la " marihuana no mató a nadie” .
En principio  pareciera que se insiste, en estas cuestiones, en un paradigma o realizado from the perspective of a strip of thought that merely repeats given as certain truths, such as if the statement were the law of gravity, so it shows at least expressed a supine ignorance is not without fail scrutiny. Cabito
If you took the trouble to investigate small-minded bourgeois relationship progreliberales Cannabis / psychotic outbreak would not speak to the gooseneck, neglecting the work of persons from the state or organizations struggle day to day with various addictions, including dependence marijuana, regarding the causal link with psychiatric problems se opina con fundamento que es superior a la de la cocaína.

Si Cabito fuera un peladrun cualquiera, un farabute que charla acodado  en la barra de un bar, todo bien, puede hablar porque en conversación de mamados se dice cualquier huevada y no importa mayormente, pero que desde la TV publica y en el programa “bandera” del oficialismo se exhiba liviandad en temas que mucho preocupan a diversas Secretarias de Salud en todo el territorio nacional es más que una tontera un acto de irresponsabilidad.

No parto de la actitud fachorra y demonizante de las libertades individuales de las que soy cultor, pero cualquiera que camine un poco la calle o milite en barrios sabe de que carajo se trata el tema de las adicciones para tratarlo alegremente como si fuera un tema más y sin que se escuchen otras voces.

Es demasiado fácil hablar de “ caretajes “cuando se critican a quienes se oponen a la propaganda del uso de drogas en relación a adicciones.

Hay toda una postura “progreliberal” que parece partir de quienes tienen todo medianamente solucionado, en las barriadas pobres ,donde falta todo, falta paracematol y penicilina, falta leche y pan ,donde la manteca es un lujo ,donde falta transporte para llegar al hospital y falta trabajo, donde pesa como lastre concreto todo el retroceso de casi cuarenta años y generaciones enteras han crecido en la miseria, hablar Addiction is slightly more than straight bullshit can be a bitch.

What is expected of the public TV? What takes deep needs of the people and put them on the public agenda? Or that is dedicated to growing anxieties of the city's essence in the bottom and the musings of the petty bourgeoisie happy?

Sandra Russo y Cia "may leave one day of tupperware?

I think a reality check and made to study the topic seriously do not would do no harm.
a link to pull up a bit. ACA

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Arabic Numbers On Palm Hand

Gramsci



Today is the 74 anniversary of the death of Antonio Gramsci, too lightly cited his works worth reading in depth.


His figure is claimed by various currents the far right sees it as inspiration for political positions who dare to question the hegemonic thought.

When Fidel, in the speech he gave during his visit to Buenos Aires spoke of "cultural battle" the specter of this deformed giant of the intellectual who used Marxism as a tool of critical thinking said today.

founder of Italian Communist Party has written much of his work from prison and it has the effect of the classics.

Women Elbow Patch Jacket

Identity


shelves were shelled

with copy unwritten

with
dictionary without words
one to one slow fall
old books
fixing in the air

phrases
warm as a cup of tea

in the palm of my hand

fade
hours this fall

which is my

memory is shelled

and escapes
time

the darkness of the

before and after

the illusory shelter joyful

sleepwalking time

time insomniac who falls


runs off and goes

between cement and birds

between the city besieged by the gray

and the limitless horizon





closing time

with a mask of optimism

naive

with time phrases

final solemn


hopelessly hollow



Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Bannedstory Backgrounds Moon

Fall Time on the table

Leo, listen to music, think and feel, somewhere between the day to day, I write a little something about my trips. I get disgusted, happy or bored, all depending on where the wind blows. Today


day brought me the news repeatedly, and is to open wounds in Argentina, that identity is not a book or even a name, the story is yet to be written and is complex, contradictory and I think sometimes unapproachable.

Montenegro Victoria's life, raised by her appropriator Hernan Tetzalff and struggle with itself is an example that tears and shows the face of these two Argentinas, quoting the English poet might say: Argentinita you get to the world God keep you, one of two Argentinas is to freeze your heart the ... this does not happen, we have courage to overcome the terrible burdens that we deal with end to end. ACA

Play the report of Victor Hugo Victoria

Monday, April 25, 2011

Baby Sitter Small Penis





the famous poet of her own text




live, great Quevedo, live time or stand, or



stumbles, or returns.



Why lie with the flame of perfume, with night

of modern cinemas, waiting rooms land of the grave? Let

today the instrument in our hands. We open with patience

our nest so that nobody throws us out of pity to rest.

dig the hole every evening after winning our bread.



That in this land is room for everyone: the poor and the rich.

Because land is a gift to all:

the weak, strong, mothers, las rameras.

Caen de bruces. Caen de cabeza o sentados.

Por donde más les pesa su persona, todos caen y caen.

Aunque el cajón sea lustroso o de cristal. Aunque las tablas

sin cepillar parezcan una cáscara rota con la semilla reventada.



Todos caen y caen, y van perdiendo el bulto en su caída,

¡hasta que son la tierra milenaria y primorosa!








Nicest Climbing Brands

Gonzalo Rojas Dias Red Bird died

Luego de zafar de tantas acusaciones de pedofilia como los sacerdotes católicos y de materializar infinita amount of Rolex made in Taiwan, the living God has died ten years earlier than advertised. Thousands of unsuspecting
mourn the death of God leaves humanity fatherless.
In my naivety I thought that Father God had been gravely wounded by the philosophers of 18 century and entirely headlong Hegel, Feurbach, Marx, Engels and other unbelievers as one, but desmitiendo that finding this man God said to the young age of 14 chose to automatically años.Pavada Curran.

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Sunday, April 24, 2011

Low Heart Beat 34 Weeks

c8175739446260543681 HAPPY EASTER IS NOW THE HOUSE IN ORDER


Happy Easter said, the house is in order, a group of soldiers, heroes of Falklands many of them ... there we learned that the order of the house was in danger and that if anyone had kept hopes were fading as the wind Plaza on that Easter Sunday in Alfonsin was elected yield, despite having the support of the mobilization of hundreds of thousands of people who said enough to the military arrogance
. It was not the first time in Argentina's history that among the people mobilized and action coup was chosen yield to the rebels, always that of peace and not bloodshed. Other interpretations suggest that ultimately there with whom you can negotiate and the people, though a kind of entelechy, when mobilized after a goal and goes from abstraction to concrete subject, invoking this ideal materiality and expresses deep and intransigent demands unacceptable para el poder establecido y Alfonsín lo último que deseaba era confrontar con el mismo. Sonsacarle tajadas al poder era una cuestión,administrar un estado desbarrancado tras la dictadura y Malvinas sin ir más allá eran sus limites, traspasarlos  cumpliendo las expectativas populares   otra y cuando se carece del coraje cívico necesario las debilidades devienen en impunidad como fueron las leyes de Obediencia Debida y Punto Final.


Esa tarde de Abril, las heridas que habían empezado a curarse volvieron a sangrar y hubo que esperar casi veinte años para que alguien con las convicciones intactas volviera a poner la justicia in need of repair agenda Argentina and to see a commander in chief to obey without question the order of the President of the Nation.

Happy Easter, now if the house is in order.