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April and May: Month of flowers, carnations, the red-black springs

Ando as a revolutionary ... but I EYE will change the speech and made that shit, now I switched to this and that ... .. It is no secret that the military in the center-center down the street environment to the left than the right to sometimes just the opposite.

But I think this revolutionary walking today goes beyond the words of Allende: being young and not revolutionary is a contradiction to biological "

Yes, I think the climate is I have been concerned with these rains, water and ideas, and historical events that make this a couple of months wonderful to remember. Spring rebellion, whether these months represent the rebellious youth, the desire to change the world, the desire to make a difference, all those feelings emerge in recent months.

As Brecht would say "Revolutions occur, usually in the dead ends." and this is perhaps the main reason to feel revolutionary these days, spring arrives and I feel in a dead end, so instead of changing the world change me start with.

But this I take the clean and jerk revolutionary spirit to remember that same spirit that led to Daniel Cohn-Bendit to get up this May in Nanterre and Paris, along with workers and students, to begin a change. Take this opportunity to reflect a bit and while I upload the volume "Grândola, vila morena" (to remember the smell of carnations April) concluded the same as Cohn-Bendit: "Today is much harder to be young" .

PS: I hope the purists will forgive you for choosing me know as modern version of the anthem as emblematic for Portugal and the " Revolução two Cravos . " Here is the original version

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Achilles

a day like today (as yesterday) was born in Caracas the One, the Original, the" best "Achilles Nazoa .... A journalist, humorist, poet and thinker of our country, unique, irreverent humor with a biting and critical thinking.

Born in Guarataro, which I keep fond memories ... Well it's not the Guarataro Jirajara Bar Restaurant Caracas where I spent several nights in the company of ladies more ladies and beer with the "parishes", there right at the entrance of the "neighborhood" and outside the building where dwelt many times .... He lived and traveled Venezuela Achilles, dear to me and at least wanted Valencia Puerto Cabello, and even spent time in Cuba.

Imitated by many, praised by others and not honored by many. Example journalism career in this country and forced quasi-literary reference. A character whose literature I have so many memories and anecdotes that I was told by many who lived with him.

and respect why is this tiny tribute to the poet who has served me inspiration for you to waste your time reading esquizoofrenia.

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Achilles Nazoa

believe in Pablo Picasso, Almighty, Creator of Heaven and Earth;
believe in Charlie Chaplin, son of violets and mice,
was crucified, died and was buried by time,
but every day resurrected in the hearts of men,
believe in love and art as means to the enjoyment of life everlasting,
grinder believe in living to make gold stars with your wheel wonderful
think the air quality of the human being
set in the memory of Isadora Duncan swooping
pure a wounded dove in the sky of the Mediterranean;
I believe in chocolate coins treasure secretly
under the pillow of my childhood;
believe in the fable of Orpheus, I believe in the spell of music,
me that in the hours of my trouble I saw spell the Pavane by Faure,
released out fresh and radiant Eurydice in hell of my soul,
believe in Rainer Maria Rilke hero of the struggle of man for beauty
who sacrificed his life for the act of cutting a rose for a woman,
believe in the flowers that sprang from the dead teenager Ophelia,
believe in the silent cry of Achilles against the sea;
believe in a slender ship distantísimo
that came out a century to meet the dawn;
captain Lord Byron, by his side the sword of the archangels,
with his temples glow stars,
believe in the dog Ulysses,
the smiling cat in Alice in Wonderland,
in Robinson Crusoe's parrot,
think they threw in mice Cinderella car,
the horse beralfiro Rolando,
and working bees in the hive within the heart of Martin Tinajero,
I believe in friendship as the most beautiful invention of man,
believe in the creative powers of people,
believe in poetry and in short,
believe in myself, because I know that someone loves me ..

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These are the things that make me happy

"These are the things that make me happy. I do not want others. I want a room where you can work itself. A fourth or particularly neat and tidy ... but comfortable, intimate and familiar. With an atmosphere of smoke and the smell of old books and countless smells decent clothes ... I've used for some time and a pair of old shoes. I want a summer shower and a good fire with firewood in winter. I want a home where they can be myself. I want some good friends who are as familiar as life itself, friends that did not need to be polite and I have all their difficulties, marriage and others, able to summon friends Aristotle and storytelling color uploads, friends who are spiritually rich and who can speak with obscenities and philosophy with the same candor, hobbies and friends who have definite opinions about things, they have their beliefs and to respect mine.

I want a good cook who knows how to make delicious soups and an old servant who think I am a great man, but do not know what my greatness lies. I want a good library, good cigars and a woman who understands me and leave me free to do my job. I want freedom to be myself. "

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The last island


Again life and death mingle
as in the backyard
input
carts with noise in the bucket well.
Again the sky reminds
hate lightning injury,
and almond not want to think
in his black roots.


The silence can no longer be my language,
but only find those words
unrealistic that they go dead the stars and ants,
and my memory away the love and joy
as the light of a jug of water thrown
uselessly against the darkness.


Again only hear the crackling
unquenchable
rain that falls and fall without knowing why
similar to lonely elderly continues
weaving and weaving;
and wants to flee to a town where
spin stops spinning yet
waiting for me to pick, but
where they put their feet
roads disappear,
and it is better to stay still in this room
so maybe now is the end of the world,
and rain is the sterile echoed that view,
a song I try to remember
lips are cracking under the earth.

Jorge Teillier

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The blue house where I was born is situated on a hill
hualles
surrounded by a willow, chestnut

walnut aroma in winter-spring sun
with honey sweetness chilcos
ulmos-turn surrounded
hummingbird did not know if they were reality or as fleeting vision!
feel down in winter oak-ray games
In the evenings we go out, rain or sunrises, to find the sheep

(sometimes we had to mourn the death of one of them, sailing on the waters
)
At night we hear the songs, stories and riddles
beside the stove
breathing the aroma of bread baked by my grandmother, my mother
, or Aunt Mary
while my father and my grandfather
-Lonko-community
watched with attention and respect
I speak of my childhood memory
and not an idyllic society
There, I think I learned what was the greatness
poetry of everyday life, but especially

the flashing detail Fire,
eyes, hand

Sitting on the lap of my grandmother heard the first stories of trees and stones
dialogue between them,
with animals and people
Nothing, I said, there to learn to interpret their signs

and perceive the sounds that usually hide in the wind

As my mother now, she was quiet and had a patience

foolproof used to see her walking from one place to another,
spindle turning, twisting the white wool


threads in the loom of the nights were becoming
beautiful fabrics
As my brothers and sisters -
over a time-tried to learn this art, without success
But I kept in my memory the contents of the drawings

speaking of creation and resurgence of the Mapuche world
of protective forces, volcanoes, flowers and birds


with my grandfather also shared many nights in the open
Long silences, long stories
we talked about the origin of our people's
Mapuche first spirit thrown from the Blue

of souls hanging in the infinite as the stars

We taught the ways of heaven, rivers

their signals
Every spring I saw him carrying flowers in their ears and
flap its
his coat or walking barefoot on the dew of morning


also remember him riding in the rain torrential winter
between huge forests


He was thin and firm
Wandering between streams, forests and clouds I pass
Stations: Luna shoots
cold (winter), Moon

green (spring)
's Moon first fruits
(late spring and early summer)
Moon of the abundant fruit (summer) and Luna
ashen outbreaks (Fall)
I go with my mother and my father to seek remedies and mushrooms

The mint stomach, Melissa for

the matico punishment for the liver and the coral snake
injuries to the kidneys, was saying she
dance, dance, mountain remedies
"he added
doing to lift the grass between


my hands then I learn the names of flowers and plants


Insects
perform their function is nothing more in this world
The universe is a duality
good without the bad there
The Earth does not belong to the Mapuche people
means
Earth People were saying to me
In the fall the streams began to glow
The spirit of moving water on the stony bed

water emerging from the eyes of the Earth
Every year I ran up the mountain to attend the wonderful ceremony
nature
Then the winter came to purify the Earth
for the start of the new dreams and seeded
sometimes announce to
guairaos passed the illness or death suffered
I think that some of the older
loved
should move towards the shores
River of Tears
to call the ferryman of death
to go to meet the ancestors
and rejoice in the Country Blue
One morning my brother started drizzling
Carlitos was a day ashen
I went to get lost in the forests of the
imagination (I'm still on it) br> The sound of the estuaries in the fall embraces us
Today, I tell my sisters and
Rayén
America:
I think poetry is only a
breathe in peace, as we remember our
Jorge Teillier-
Ostrich Heaven while as all the land I roam
my sad thought Caui
And Gabi and Betty Malen, I'll say:
I'm in the Valle de la Luna, Italy with the poet Gabriele
Milli
Now I'm in France, with my brother

I'm
Arauco in Sweden with Johnny Cameron

and Lasse Söderberg I am now in Germany with my dear

Doris Santos Chavez and I am now in Holland, with Gonzalo Millán
Margaret and Jim, Jan and Aafke, John and Kata

rain, rain, wind yellow in Amsterdam

shine in the old channels
iron lamps and drawbridges
I see a blue tulip, a windmill whose blades
We turn and take off
wishes to fly: Come on, that nothing disturbs my dreams
tell me
And I ride the clouds to places unknown
my heart.

Elicura Chihuailaf

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Yes, the Navigator and is not beta, and personally I must say that it behaves quite well and have outdone themselves and we have used programmers Mozilla.

I must say that version 3.6 left many empty expectations, lacked something to make us open our mouths and say waoooo ... But I think that version 4 will help to forget about the 3.6. So that gentlemen do not hesitate to try it! Make a backup of your bookmarks and begin to navigate the new firefox 4 .

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Again it's time to go to the mountain

to find a cave to hibernate.

I no lie: the mountain is not mother, caves

as eggs are gaps where I pick up my meat

and oblivion. Again

see in the foothills of the Massif

petrified mineral veins as nerves, perhaps

in ancient times were traveled

by chills of living creature.

Today, after millions of years, the mountain

is timeless and knows no

how our life

or how it ends.

There is, beautiful and innocent in the fog, and I come

in perfect indifference

ball and delivered me to the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing of another substance.

I came for the umpteenth time to pretend my resurrection.

stone In this world no one

happy with my awakening. I'll just

and I'll play

and if my body is still the soft part of the mountain

know that I am not yet the mountain.

José Watanabe

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Figurative or Fund? My opinion on the crisis in Venezuela

Ya no me importa quien tiene la razón sobre como se debe actuar, he asistido como observador a las marchas, huelgas, pronunciamientos tanto de uno como de otro bando, en busca de una visión coherente de la realidad.

Pero lo que veo es como todo el mundo discute hasta el cansancio cada detalle acerca de cómo se desarrollan los hechos, quien dijo qué y como lo dijo, a que hora y el por qué (este ultimo depende de cada versión que surge), así, pareciera que cada uno se convierte en un experto en Mecanismos de Protesta, y cada vez menos conscientes de las razones por las que se hacen las mismas.

Es como si después de ver una serie de T.V. analices chapter by chapter to the more technical detail, leaving out the plot and story, and just sacrifice the series as was done by ", you drop the bottom, Fig.

I'm sick of that in a complex situation, where the same problem has N-N-causes and consequences, insist on simplifying the issue to a simple equation of colors, words, or you're white or you're black, you of the ruling or the opposition for supporting this or that, and they're the good the bad, always repeating the eternal slogan if you're not with me then you are against me, and here I keep wondering: do you really be so simple (and I I'm going crazy), is he already gave the solutions (and I'm too rough to understand)? Is there another (or others) solutions?

argue about who knows the true cause of the problem, who are to blame and what should be done to punish them. The worst (and what I think nobody has noticed) is that all participants first agree that the problems exist, and they are the same, but with different names.

But nobody gives a solution, nobody says anything concrete, all ask for support, but nobody gives a good reason why this has become a struggle over who has the best method Hunger strike vs. Chain strike, opposition to progress up the ruling, that if classes are suspended too slow or too fast suspending, vs Rector. Ministry, and finally, the value of education all spend you know where ...
Maybe this is not the most pertinent example, but in my perspective I do not see how to understand the world that we are fighting for method and we set aside the resolution of the problem. I have not heard the true solution or something like it, I agree even with good suggestions.

But it does not matter, when classes begin again on Monday, and problems how hard we are trying to solve become unsustainable and starve me to lunch because there is no room in a school that had to be reached on foot because they hijacked the bus, with a library where there is no updated texts and a teacher underpaid (regardless if your vote is worth more or less than mine), I will have many choices about whom I can blame, but nobody to thank for having at least one problem solved ...

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Cineminutos International Film Festival Guadalajara 2011

Dear followers of this den. Today I leave a real gem. The movie minutes of the 26 th International Film Festival Guadalajara, 2011, by René Castillo (mythical stopmotionero operator of the beloved and always measurable short "to the bone", here the link for you to enjoy: http://www .youtube.com / watch? v = 9XDnxA4LvZE ).



And on this side is the link to the official website of FICG to review the programming and events. Http://ficg.org/sitio/


If you want to follow on twitter: @ ficgoficial
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10 Movies NOT to watch together (but you should see) Déjà vu

Long ago, in a place of Caricuao whose name I do not remember, we came up to me and some friends to do what many young Venezuelans do when they are locked in the house of the girlfriend of one of them and not want to talk to one another: to make a movie night.

For some strange reason, we chose to film the night in question turned on the same plot, the violence. Not necessarily the rampant violence and senseless that many exaggerate Films today, but violence "aesthetics", well made, well, justified.

However, after seeing so many movies like that together (which will be mentioned in another post), the effect on our psyche was a mental indigestion shooting, blood and pain in the ass clean, the problem is that unlike the stomach when suffering from a bad Similarly, the brain can not vomit so just eat, or at least do otherwise, ie, after so much violence, we were very violent (and us).

Ok enough about violence, the point is, if you see so many films together in a single subject, probably more to enjoy as the plot eventually affect you choose, if they are movies sweetie, we believe that be happy you continue in your relationship to the monster @ the shift (or think that the love of your life is the one night stand last weekend), if the plot is about violence, we think that because you walk with a franelilla dirty and barefoot are the living embodiment of John McClaine, and so on, the mental states are as limitless as there are genres of movies.

But despite these altered states of consciousness that causes excessive use of similar features, not necessarily every one strip marathon ends necessarily bad, because once you break from visual ment, quiet your mind so that you realize what you just witnessed is nothing more than a work of fiction that has as final result entertain the masses.

Despite this there is a set of films that I think may cause effects on the mind so terrible as to make you believe it in your dresser and determined there are not enough pean such as actors, then you should devote yourself to find more conflicts with just about anything you do in your life (but unfortunately some people do not need to see these movies to be created such absurd existential problems that the creators of the films listed below die of envy).

My intention is not spoiler ( spoil "spoil," "damage" or "ruin") , movies, however I will make a little history to understand that it is and to give them a rating based on how descoñetante or depressing is for the others.

Beyond that recalls the most important thing, if you have not seen these films get, but PLEASE, porfa, for little favor, UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WILL SEE ALL TOGETHER.

Man on Fire ( Man on Fire, 2004 )

A former CIA agent, medium bomber, must rescue a young girl is kidnapped, which is bodyguard , having to unwind a story where the American political corruption is the order of the day, and where you have to give up his own life.

Rating: 10 rounds (5 for the final 5 for putting a bomb in the ass to type)

Preciosa (Precious : Based on the Novel "Push" by Sapphire, 2009)

An obese 16 year old, black, poor and illiterate is raped by her father and becomes pregnant this event twice, so he hates his own mother thought she had won the love of her husband, their first child is a girl with Down syndrome, besides all this has AIDS.

Rating: CoñoNojodaVerga! (What you say in the scene fall down the stairs)

Requiem for a Dream (Requiem for a Dream, Darren Aronofsky, 2000)

Three young heroin addicts become drug plan to out of the current situation of their lives which ironically is related to their addiction, while the mother of one of these is addicted to amphetamines because of his obsession with losing weight to assist your favorite program.

Rating: 10 injectors

Trainspotting (Danny Boyle, 1996)

Considered one of the cult films of the nineties, this film shows the strange perspective of drug users. The philosophy of life that presents the main character, Mark Renton, is summarized in a simple, straightforward question: why choose a way of life? Renton says at the beginning of the film, which follow the crowd and lead a normal life is complicated. The addict does not work, no partner has no responsibility or moral, all you have to worry about getting something to sell to fund their addiction. Not stressed, not controversiones loving and quite individual. However, over time, he realizes he can not be plunged into a circular target, so he decides to be helpful.

Rating: A baby crawling on the ceiling

Dogville (Lars von Trier, 2003)

The first film in the trilogy United States: land of opportunity . is a heartbreaking story which brilliantly represents the essence of the human condition in each of its interpreters. From a humble farmer, the doctor hypochondriac, the erudite professor or blind automarginals, kind people and "God-fearing, all share this tendency, an intrinsic part of human history and, cruelly using their power over others. Power veiled under a thick mantle of a society become inbred and repression. This film shows the human condition which, like the powerful, the humble exercise of power and repression of another if given the chance.

Rating: 10 mafia murderers and 10 broken dolls

Manderlay (Lars von Trier, 2005)

The second part of the United States: Land of Opportunities , the action starts a few days after the end of Dogville . Grace travels to Alabama in the southern United States, where he finds a cotton plantation, Manderlay, where slavery still rules. Grace manages to free the slaves, and decides to establish a democratic community ... with very poor results.

Rating: 10 Mafia murderers ... and a couple of slaves crazy.

seemed a quiet man (He Was a Quiet Man "Frank Cappello, 2007)

Have you ever had an office mate that might be?: Bob Maconel is a disillusioned office worker who daydreams to kill his coworkers. One day, one of his colleagues entered the office angry and shoot everyone there. Maconel takes the gun he had saved to commit the same crime and kills him. There are only two survivors of the slaughter: Maconel and Vanessa Parks, who is quadriplegic due to injuries. Maconel becomes a hero, he and Vanessa turn begins a relationship normal. However, the demons of the past remain in the head and thinks that Vanessa Maconel abandon him when he recovers.

Rating: 1 out of office mate that way.

Se7en, seven deadly sins (Se7en, David Fincher, 1995)

's mom movies like Saw but much better made and written starring nothing more and nothing less by Brad Pitt, Kevin Spacey and Morgan Freeman. This film is about two detectives (one to retreat and the other a novice) that together have to solve a series of murders committed by a psychopath and methodical lawyer named John Doe who uses the guide to Dante Alighieri sins did in his famous work The Divine Comedy . Starting with gluttony, envy and anger until, to commit his grotesque crimes.

Rating: 7 .... one for each sin

Huelepega (Elia K. Schneider, 1999)

A film about the harsh reality of street children in Venezuela (and probably in all Latin America) where the child protagonist, becomes part of an environment marred by clashes between gangs of drug dealers and thieves exploitation of street children as the last link in the chain of crime. Is one of those movies that make you think about what stories are behind those Chamita you ask for money or sell you things on the street.

Rating: 14,000, for each child of the streets in Venezuela

Watchmen: Los Vigilantes (Watchmen, Zack Snyder, 2009)

In my own opinion one of the best superhero movie, the premise Who watches the watchers? ", The film shows how the world would be masked heroes apart from fighting crime, they must also address its own human complex , take advantage of their powers to act as gods but human consciousness, just great.

Rating: 10 spots Rorscharch

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February

February ... It was always controversial in Venezuela .... Historically controversial .. . February giving to tell stories, tell the truth, build theories, February to fill pages and pages of books. Some left-handed some not so ... Some books carnival others sad.
This year was no carnival in February, March stole it ... .. Echoed in February this year worldwide, mostly pan-Arabism ... .. This February I chose silence.
not a coward, not put aside the controversy, not fear ... No, I preferred silence to digest what's going to see from outside this February ... But there are things we can not forget or shut up ... so I leave it others say:


The eternal presence of Ali Primera
written by William Mantilla


Latin American Abstract No social sector that Ali Primera encourage your song and the workers were his main inspiration

Latin American Abstract / Alba TV - A quiet night in a pleasant climate am on February 16, 1985, a city that seemed a city of red roofs, little traffic, the country celebrated the carnival and the brave few who passed the valley highway - car does not presage the possibility of a serious accident. Irresponsible drivers may have already crossed the borders of the city of Caracas and those who chose to stay in the city dared walking along the highway and enjoy a different night without the noise characteristic of our capital city.

Something strange began in the morning, rare to hear the voice of the revolution in stations throughout the city, was the unmistakable voice of Ali Primera, unusual, because government censors had banned the lyrics of the singer in town: "The who die for life can not be called dead and since it is now forbidden to cry. Cumpa going to wake the fuck that is not necessary but the chickens crowing. " Suddenly the news, with the background songs are announced to the country: "In the valley-car highway at the height of the bridge of the New Granada, within hours of the morning dies in a spectacular accident on protest music singer Ali Primera. "

Sunrise and the news travels around the country, doubt, anger and hope of not being certain information, dozens of times, announcing the death of the singer from the roofs of cardboard, perhaps paving the way for this power to kill artist of the song needed, Ali was always a goal of the dictatorship's henchmen AD-COPEI who made several attempts on his physical integrity.

Hundreds of people of all ages stopped his travels, came rushing to the highway to check the tragic news, there were the ever-servers public, the city's fire cooling a mass of iron that imprisoned the body of the humble singer was true Alí Primera was dead. A deep silence gripped the men used to living in tragedy, hoping to feel some sign of life-saving bodily revolutionary song. There was the humble singer, singing her last song, clutching his guitar gun, shooting death a thousand times and this time defeated by a few seconds he had successfully fulfilled its mission. Ali was eternal.
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The singer died in suspicious circumstances, sentenced by the bourgeoisie, often fell victim to attacks by security forces of the Fourth Fourth Republic who never forgave their constant and ongoing human rights advocacy. On numerous occasions, came to sabotage acts with intent to kill Ali Primera amid the confusion came because these sabotage preceded the release of tear gas.

His voice echoed against the thugs, "and if a revolutionary lives as a prisoner, his only remedy is straight to torture," Ali was the genuine voice of the voiceless, militant solidarity, internationalism was his virtue, the money could by the sale of his records was intended in the revolutionary struggle of our people, without fear, brought his voice and resources to the guerrillas of the Farabundo Marti, the Sandinista Front and the guerrillas of the FARC-EP. Raised his gun guitar calling the militant solidarity "Salvadoran Dale, dale, no small bird, hit it, that after not stop to take off your fly." "Solidarity is a weapon." "You have to blow up our consciousness, not omitting the poems in his throat. Seek with our hands the best song from the beasts. " A fervent anti-imperialist

not hesitate to denounce the U.S. intervention and encouraged the fight secure the victory of the resistance of our people and it stated: "Gringo go home, Yanqui Go home, los obreros de América latina te dicen yanqui go home”.


No hubo sector social al que Alí alentará con su canción, los obreros fueron su principal inspiración: “el Yanqui teme, que tu te levantes, América latina obrera no se porqué no lo haces”. Denuncio la explotación y aupaba la revolución socialista y la lucha contra el capitalismo; impulso la unidad obrera, campesina y estudiantil: “Campesino por su propia tierra, obrero por su propia fábrica, estudiante por tu propia idea; sequemos el sudor de nuestra frente y busquemos tras las nubes al sol, busquemos con alborozo el sol maravilloso de la revolución”.

Su compromiso with the poor was unwavering: "Mother let me fight, the poor mother, let me fight. And remember mother that the poor struggle is not for charity. "

poet in love with life, was a defender of Mother Nature, I sing to the river: "That does not dry the fire" to the caged birds by calling freedom bought at pet shops and then drop in the mountains. His mother taught him "not to kill the butterflies and not to cut the roses in his garden grew." "Water for fish, birds, freedom, life for life."

Comrade poet, activist and revolutionary Ali Primera, was present with his song battle at the barricade, raising awareness, remembering that socialism is solidarity, equality and fraternity. His song is here, with the people who build revolution. Working, studying, organizing, fighting and raising the flags of the beautiful country as many have died. Ali Primera physically died that February 16, 1985, but that day went to Olympus of immortality and today more than ever necessary song is building poetry, love for humanity, proletarian internationalism. "Those who dream and fight. They encourage me to sing for them. " Callo


voice for a moment the guitar was silence, but of that mass of iron is perpetuates the song, the poet emerged beating to death, singing stronger, long live the fatherland, long live the people, long live socialism. "It's that simple brothers. When I get hits, I lift the front and singing. "


"Adios Hermanos. I will continue singing. Only with the new chord from left to: my new song: cantata in more pain. "


Ali Primera Lives! The struggle continues!

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felt a chill through my body, a gentle breeze was calling me to leave my bed, suddenly everything around me shivers, and strong noises I deafening. What has happened? I'm not dizzy, confused, on high alert, adrenaline, but it is too late ... it all happened, I can not do more than get out of my bed and run to the bathroom to clean.

Damn diarrhea.

impossible ... Good evening friends. I'm back after a long pause in which the rest of the group owned the space to entertain. It was far, far away ... I was in the bathroom. So I'm back with new energy.

This post will not be another one of my post so used scatological, but I can not stop doing this preamble explaining my health now because that déjà I refer vu happened thanks to my discomfort.

Several days ago I felt exactly the same thing: noise, shaking, shivering, cold and instead of running to the bathroom I ran to the balcony and my surprise was a big wall of fire spreading across the garden city (yes happened to be in the garden city that day) and told me we fucked pal 'pussy this is serious. Corran not fuck that we will die . We must immediately evacuate the building.

Yes, I mean the day was Cabum Cavim .... And why take so long to review it? Well
applied the same tactic of politicians to see if it really would, as always happens in our country. And it happened ... Cooled the case and no one stood more balls.

why we are as we are, for being so quiet! Ignited the powder keg of the country, all reservations armament of a nation were without shelter for a weekend and a fire occurred that could destroy an entire city and leave the country at the mercy of the empire the same attack from a foreign power interested in our oil .... And nobody says anything! Nobody

for balls to the pod!

Lords is serious ... Thankfully there are people without a job in this country that has nothing to do and at least reminded things happening in the country. Came time to demand a little respect, we are told is happening that governments and military authorities more accountable to the nation and its obligations. Gentlemen it is time to stop being amnesic and begin to remember.

certainly finish the post because I do not know where I left the keys.


PD: No it was me who caused the fire, not this time! I swear by their mothers!

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In recent months we have been closely following the Homo sapiens, we have realized that if we conquer subliminal messages at the point of this blog, even enslave achieve a fierce but loving hand, we have decided that while we have more contacts with you the easier it will make us send our message of love (obedécenos), therefore also around here, we are also on Twitter.

We can get as @ Esquizoofrenia and there you will also find out about all the new posts and you can also join our next secret projects. So you know, you have no excuse.

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not want to die without knowing
Mexico black dogs who sleep without dreaming

bare ass monkeys
tropics eaters
silver spiders in the nest
bubbly

not want to die without knowing whether the moon
with its false air of currency has a pointed end

if the sun is cold

if the four seasons are actually more than four

no attempt to wear a dress at the grand boulevards


without having looked at a
sewer without having put sex strange corners

not want to end without knowing

leprosy or seven diseases that are trapped there

the good and bad

would not give me grief if I knew it would

brand and is also
all I know

appreciate everything that I know I like the green background

sea where the breezes dance
algae in the grass rippled sand
June toast land

cracking the smell of conifers
and kisses
if
such that if the fair which is there
my cub, Ursula

not want to die before having spent
his mouth with my mouth
his body with my hands
the rest with my eyes
say no more is better not to be irreverent

not want to die without having invented

eternal roses
the two-hour journey
the sea on the mountain
the mountain in the sea of \u200b\u200bpain
to the daily color

the joy of children and so much more

Sleeping in the skulls of great engineers
gardeners

of restless youthful socialist
of urban planners and thoughtful thinkers


so much to see to see and hear so much time waiting

searching in darkness And

I see the final
seething and approaching his face hideous

and who opens his arms


bandy-legged frog would die No no sir no ma'am


before he touched the flavor that haunts me taste
which is stronger

not want to die before trying
the taste of death ...

Boris Vian

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not want to die


'm a man without ambition,

With few friends, completely incapable of earning

life, with youth

That leaves him, a fugitive from some just doom.

Solitaire, badly dressed, what do you care?

At midnight I use a jar

Of hot white wine with cardamom seeds.

With my tattered gray robe and my old beret

I sit in the cold and write poems, Drawing

naked figures in the margins wrinkled

copulating with girls of sixteen,

Nymphomaniacs of my imagination. Kenneth Rexroth

(Anthology of Armando Roa Marcelo Pellegrini)

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We are the stairs to heaven on the road to hell. (Part 1)

writers easily confuse reality with fantasy, not whether other kinds of artists who are also feeling the same. But is that when I write, the elements of the world where I am, my room, my chair, my computer somehow become diffuse, they lose their essence, and this is replaced by something entirely new. This thing is what I write.

For someone who lives to write books (or at least trying with great difficulty doing so) this kind of feeling is really good, in fact, is excellent. The computer then becomes an extension of yourself, and slowly, word by word, the world that exists in your head makes its way, paragraph by paragraph, to the point that comes to fully invade that world that you and I call real.

Then come the feelings, the smells of this new world, the colors, sounds, everything is making its way and begins to accompany you, even when you're sitting in front of the monitor, but even when you're in the Metro, in the office, classroom, when you go to the bathroom and when you make love, the world created by your head as a writer by your side, is simply overwhelming. I've always considered wonderful and it is even beautiful when I stop to think, managed to bring fantasy worlds and make other people can see so clearly as I have them almost in my head, well, I guess that's why they call it art.

But in this art, as in all things, there is a downside.

down side.

Not all things that come out of your head are beautiful and not all the words you write are really poetry. In the worlds of my head as a writer, not only are kings, heroes and princesses, in the worlds of my head there are monsters.

There

creatures.

Some things.

And none of them is good.

They, like others, also out of my head, confused with reality. And it scares me, scares me a lot because they also follow me, follow me and watch my dream. Total the mind is a door that lets you see whether invented worlds for you or channeled through a connection with some higher being who dwells beyond the boundaries of what we so naively Actually, the problem not only is that those doors are opened when least expected, but there is a risk that just as open to unexpected havens that have nothing to envy to dull havens invented by religions can also be opened to hell so terrible that they can only by the grace of God's madness.

Over there I've heard (and read) about certain sites that have the particularity to inspire feelings of empathy "environmental" as a writer, ie establishing certain connections between the environment and the site itself the creative soul artist in question, that those who experience such inspirations, mere talk of being catalysts superior forces ordered them to write in a way that not only feel possessed by such forces, but the nature of the worlds that are unique in describing go far beyond mere recreation of a familiar environment, so different worlds of human imagination, the writer then feel you are seeing through the eye of a creature so strange that his mere imagination could make you crazy.

It happened with Lovecraft in New England, happened to Poe in Paris, happens to Stephen King in Maine ...

And it happens to me in Maracay.

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Donnelly Charlie: The Life and Poems

Published by the Friends of the International Brigades, Donnelly Charlie: The Life and poems is the title of this biography of Irish poet member of the International Brigades who died in the Battle of Jarama written by his brother Joseph Donnelly.

Agustín Lozano is the author of the introduction to the English edition of this work, presented to the public on Friday February 25 at the Ateneo de Madrid , with the participation of Justin Harman, Ambassador of Ireland.

On March 26, Hoy newspaper publishes an article about the biography of Charlie Donnelly, under the title "Poems of a brigade ."

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knowledge advantages Ukiyo-e *

"Just live for the moment to admire the splendor of the moonlight, the snow, the cherry blossom-colored leaves maple. We enjoyed the day excited about the wine, without being disappointed human poverty eyes stare. We got carried away, like a pumpkin pulled by the current of the river without losing heart for an instant. This is what we call the floating world, the passing world. "


(Asai Ryoi, Legends of the Floating World, writer and Buddhist monk of the Edo period, ca. 1661)

* "UKIYO - E is a Buddhist stem term, which refers to the concept of transience, impermanence. And this is the concept will then be used to describe the art of Japanese period covering the years 1602 to 1867 and reflects the everyday pleasures ephemeral, fluctuating in the city of Edo (now Tokyo). The art of Ukiyo-e shows the Japanese people in their daily lives by attending the theater or KABUKI popular neighborhoods Yoshiwara red lamps (called "houses of pleasure forbidden") established in the city since 1657. "

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is no point living like a king next to useless
this still hearth, among barren rocks,
the consort of an old, inventing and deciding
Unequal laws unto a savage,
it accumulates, and sleeps and eats, and does not know who I am.
not not rest from travel: I drink
life to the lees. I've always enjoyed
much, I have suffered greatly, with whom
loved me alone, on the coast and when
with swift currents of the rain constellations
Vext the dim sea. I have become famous;
For always, driven by a hungry heart
've seen and know many cities
men and manners, climates, councils, governments,
them not being ignored, but always honored at all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
am part of everything I've seen;
and yet all experience is an arch through which
foresee an unknown world, whose horizon
flee again and again when I move.
How dull it is to stop, terminate,
rust free, not to shine in use!
As though to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too
, and the only one I have
me Little remains: but every hour rescues
of eternal silence, something more,
brings something new, and would be negligible
time care and custody of three soles, and restrain this spirit
ya viejo, pero que arde en el deseo
de seguir aprendiendo, como se sigue a una estrella que cae,
más allá del límite más extremo del pensamiento humano.

Éste es mi hijo, mi propio Telémaco,
a quien dejo el cetro y esta isla.
Lo quiero mucho; tiene el criterio para triunfar
en esta labor, para civilizar con prudente paciencia
a un pueblo rudo, y para llevarlos lentamente
a que se sometan a lo que es útil y bueno.
Es del todo impecable, dedicado completamente
a los intereses comunes, y se puede confiar
en que sea compasivo y cumpla los ritos
con que se adora a los dioses tutelares
cuando me haya ido. Él hace lo suyo, yo, mine.

There lies the port, the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom
the broad, dark sea. You, my sailors,
souls who have worked and suffered and thought with me,
and always
a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, receiving free
with hearts and free minds, you and I aged.
Old age hath yet his honor and his work.
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with gods.
Stars begin to shine on the rocks:
the long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans
many voices. Come, my friends.
not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in the resounding beat the computer
grooves, as I intend
sail beyond the sunset, and the bathing
that all the western stars, until I die.
streams may sink and destroy us;
is possible that we shall touch the Happy Isles,
and see the great Achilles, whom we met.
Though much is taken, much abides; and
despite that we are not now that strength which once moved
the earth and the heavens, what we are, we are:
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
weakened by time and fate, but with a determined will
to strive, to seek, find, and not surrender.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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Because I wrote Ulysses


and Angelica Cristina


Now that maybe in a year of quiet,
think: poetry helped me to this:
could not be happier, this was denied me, but I wrote
.

wrote: I was the victim
of begging and mixed pride and executed
also a few readers;
lay his hand on doors that never, ever seen;
a girl fell in another world at my feet.

But I wrote: I had this strange certainty,
the illusion of having the world in his hands
- what more perfect illusion! as a Baroque Christ in all its cruelty
unnecessarily
wrote, my writing was like weeds flower
unleavened but flowers in short,
the daily bread of uncultivated land:
a shell of thorns and roots
De
Life took these words as a child
tinsel pebbles by the river:
things magic, perfectly useless
but always return to renew their charm.

The kind of madness with an old flying pigeons
behind
imitating them was given to me instead of being used for something.
condemned I hesitate writing to all of my real existence
,
(days of my writing, solar abroad.)
all who served and those who were served
will say and do because I wrote
death means working closely
, steal a few secrets. Originally
the river is a vein of water
-there, for a moment, even in that high-
then at the end, no one sees a sea of \u200b\u200bthose
Brace life.
Because I wrote I hate embarrassing, but the sea
part of my writing itself:
surf line where a verse I can reiterate I
foam poetry.

I was sick, no doubt
and not just insomnia,
also fixed ideas that made me read
with obscene attention to a few psychologists,
but I wrote and crime was lower, I paid
line by line until write,
because a word that fits into the abyss
comes a little dark and that light intelligence
many monsters are executed.

Because I wrote was not the executioner
home or I got carried away by the love of God
and accepted that men were gods
did not want me as a clerk
seemed to me neither poverty nor power atrocious
a desirable thing
and washed my hands and I fouled
nor were my best friends
virgin or had as a Pharisee
friend or anger despite
wanted to disrupt my enemy.

But I wrote and I'm by myself, because I wrote because I wrote
'm alive.

Enrique Lihn

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feel a strange morbid terror ... definitely.

From a while back here I've been searching online for information about why we produce so much pleasure to place ourselves in situations where the terror is the incentive, the reason for the search, rather than an unhealthy personal curiosity or a complex psychological research, is much easier and even disturbing, as I, without me sorry to say, I went through and even happened to my 25 years of age, many sleepless nights, rather than by concerns specific to the life of an adult, not sleep because I have a fear of it a pair of hands appear under the bed I crawl into the unknown or that I leave the toilet in the spirit of a dead woman.

This kind of thing, beyond to highlight the double-edged sword that represents the imagination, but that does not dissuade me from sources closer to the frightening stimuli that abound in the world, made me increasingly seek new ways of life experiences that make me want to sleep with a knife and a scapular in her hand. Total

that regardless of whether the reasons why I love the terror are the "complex morbid" my twisted mind (terms which I took to my friend Andrew), or that I am a crazy shit I found a way to satisfy my hunger for terror like a zombie baby is involved.

I refer specifically video games, in my personal experience, I played a modest amount of games called genre "survival horror" which translated into English would be something like "survival horror" to the layman on the subject and for those who think that vampires are the Twiligth, this genre quoting Wikipedia, "uses different elements to create an atmosphere of psychological terror in the player, trying to instill terror. Such elements can be: carefully crafted scenarios and concrete, soft lighting, opaque and discolored causing a mixture of terror and anguish and music, usually instrumental and classical influences, which the player achieves a concentration effect, but is disturbed by the sudden sound effects and vehement that aim to scare. "

remember spending sleepless mornings thanks to titles like Silent Hill , Resident Evil, Alone in the Dark, the series FEAR, etc. And have had the most terrible nightmares of my life after having spent a couple of hours with these games, once I get to mourn almost sleeping after playing silent hill 4 (are allowed to say at this point but as aaaaayyyyy mockery of pity no shit!) and have scared more than a girlfriend passing the night when I heard reciting passages of the Necronomicon while dreaming.

Given this, and while adding crabs full of these evenings, I found a page of online games to Exmortis, a kind of adventure game where you must escape a haunted house (which comes in the image of the beginning of this article) and where you discover a series of strange phenomena such as voices that whisper unintelligible but macabre things, shadows and figures that appear from nowhere and a lot of amputees, torso cut in half and blood gallons, say no more to not damage the experience for those who wish to play but I notice that at first ask you to turn off the lights and upload it to the horns to make the experience more interesting game (cynical bastards).

However, after spending some of these games, especially those with a happy ending that leaves you feeling is not less than having an orgasm or espadazo killing an army one integer, that no matter how much sleep you lose, like you always have the satisfaction of having escaped the haunted house, though you can not escape your own mind ...

To illustrate my point, I'm posting a video of the famous Lord Dross playing Exmortis and his wise words of incitement to expect a little more long nights.

source: wikipedia , Dross play Exmortis