Obama more popular under the torture and killing of Bin Laden
In the gathering of Radio Euskadi we talked about the popularity of Obama linked the killing of Osama Bin Laden. Here you can listen . Teresa
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Shoes Too Big Leg Pain
If Bin Laden GUANACO NOT ... .. The mobile poop
1) would have filed an injunction and the right would have named LIVE BY DECREE, signing blank sheets.
2) The legs would be irrigated in the ravines of tomayate and head in Freedom Park.
3) The Finance Minister would be saying that the subsidy is not enough, the rise of light gasoline, because of him.
4) The Minister of Agriculture announced the arrival of beans-beans Laden
5) The patty and would be selling the pupusa bin-laden, white beans without garlic, to explode.
6) The fat Cazeres accuse him of Avoidance, evasion and taxes and send temptation to Spot.
7) The gang MS 18 and it would fight in naming leader. LIN OLD, OLD BIN Seria
8) Le adjudged the property of the barrels with ratatouille.
9) According to the security minister announced "after the hard work of police intelligence ... ... .. was .... Blah, blah, blah .."
10) would have the fate of papaya chele never found.
11) His death would solve the fiscal as fast as that of Michele towers.
12) Had adviser Square
assembly 13) and had baptized tacuazín with your name and forgotten little piece of St. chuco sivar.
14) The information secretary of state that his death was not much but enough necessary.
15) One who killed him would say it was a political process and one that was a mistake of youth.
16) The day of his death had been unemployed and bus strike in legal medicine.
17) The flock had nicknamed him "firecrackers", "pit", "machape eyes" or "cherenqueque"
18) Instead of hiding the ring, cipotes would play "hide bin Laden .."
19) The Democrats would be doing donkey bridge rest the day of his petatiada.
20) What had been detected by the smell of country chickens.
21) Had a le to lend him a plane and 3 milloncitos
22) were still alive in the tutu, which never reaches cuilia.
23) King-flip would have written a song whose lyrics would be the only 4 words he knows.
24) Moises Urbina had forecast a Psunami for the day of his death and had been drought throughout the country.
Finally, if bin Laden had witnessed guanaco criteria and would be under house arrest in full swing .... 
1) would have filed an injunction and the right would have named LIVE BY DECREE, signing blank sheets.
2) The legs would be irrigated in the ravines of tomayate and head in Freedom Park.
3) The Finance Minister would be saying that the subsidy is not enough, the rise of light gasoline, because of him.
4) The Minister of Agriculture announced the arrival of beans-beans Laden
5) The patty and would be selling the pupusa bin-laden, white beans without garlic, to explode.
6) The fat Cazeres accuse him of Avoidance, evasion and taxes and send temptation to Spot.
7) The gang MS 18 and it would fight in naming leader. LIN OLD, OLD BIN Seria
8) Le adjudged the property of the barrels with ratatouille.
9) According to the security minister announced "after the hard work of police intelligence ... ... .. was .... Blah, blah, blah .."
10) would have the fate of papaya chele never found.
11) His death would solve the fiscal as fast as that of Michele towers.
12) Had adviser Square
assembly 13) and had baptized tacuazín with your name and forgotten little piece of St. chuco sivar.
14) The information secretary of state that his death was not much but enough necessary.
15) One who killed him would say it was a political process and one that was a mistake of youth.
16) The day of his death had been unemployed and bus strike in legal medicine.
17) The flock had nicknamed him "firecrackers", "pit", "machape eyes" or "cherenqueque"
18) Instead of hiding the ring, cipotes would play "hide bin Laden .."
19) The Democrats would be doing donkey bridge rest the day of his petatiada.
20) What had been detected by the smell of country chickens.
21) Had a le to lend him a plane and 3 milloncitos
22) were still alive in the tutu, which never reaches cuilia.
23) King-flip would have written a song whose lyrics would be the only 4 words he knows.
24) Moises Urbina had forecast a Psunami for the day of his death and had been drought throughout the country.
Finally, if bin Laden had witnessed guanaco criteria and would be under house arrest in full swing ....
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Stomach Flu Map In Nj Schools 2010
We have interviewed on the radio! Today
Yusta today met us in his program 'Let there be light' of Radio Euskadi. June Fernandez is the director of 'Pikara Magazine' . The talk starts at minute 4.
Friday, April 29, 2011
What Should Cm Be Like Before Your Period ?
have dinner with you today
Ismael Serrano says that sometimes something we rescued from the wreck:
Letter to the follow:
Ismael Serrano says that sometimes something we rescued from the wreck:
Letter to the follow:
sometimes happens that the kills life and love Silicone
you check the locks on your house
O opens a file and you control
expelled from Eden into strange lands.
happens that sometimes you leave a bar, and light burns the skin
this vampire who loves you
I filled the front turn brown fine powder sul
Yawning and burn your shoelaces in the wings
But it also happens ,
without knowing how or when something
you goose bumps and I rescued from the wreck
And it's always Friday, Berbena
summer nap in the village, May garlands
Storms off the TV that burn
Phones name me your voice
Today you frown,
revolution today
Reyes who lose their crowns in the crowd
Green Hugs
amending the aurora in the southern beaches
sometimes happens that kills life, and you find yourself alone in the heart
unrecyclable
Sink
evicted oil and suspicion that cause myopia
launchers of daggers.
But it happens also
without knowing how or when something
you goose bumps and I rescued from sinking
And it's always Friday, Berbena
summer nap in the village, May garlands
Storms off the TV Phones that burn
named me frown your voice
Today you today
revolution
Reyes who lose their crowns in the crowd
Green Hugs
amending the aurora in the southern beaches
sometimes happens that life always kills
And Friday,
summer siesta you frown today Today revolution 
Monday, April 25, 2011
Clear Fluid Before Ejaculation
revolution Mercedes de Miguel signature seen by the husband of the designer
The picture is of Mireya López. 
Javier Errazti , consort of designer Miguel Mercedes
"I have lost taste"
Live business project of his wife, designer Mercedes de Miguel, like yours. Perhaps it is. Javier Errazti (Barakaldo, 1955) is an engineer and works at a plant inherited from Altos Hornos de Vizcaya. In their division, they transform light heavy plate coils for the manufacture of tin cans. They have two children aged to finish the race.
- I met her in Barakaldo. I had a hair, a Coleton, reaching to the derriere. I noticed the queue. She worked, I studied.
- What started with the company?
- She was already an entrepreneur. Had an academy in a small room of his house and cut clothes for women. Hence, rent ... well, she rented a slice and put larger academy. As was always the subject of clothes, I said that we put something. She said it was complicated and I, no, very easy & hellip And it's complicated ...! There began. It would be 1989. I put a table. We were laying the layers of fabric and the first collection I cut almost complete. Out of work, with the tie and all, and I started to cut. We had no business. Cut, sew buttonholes jacket ...
- Do you know buttonhole?
- Yes, a machine. Mercedes looks much the quality of the garment and a points finish is a good buttonhole. I learned that a closed Bilbao Taylor business and left. I saw the slots machine and asked how much value. He said that new and a half million pesetas, but I left it at 500,000. I thought I was crazy because the machine seemed a museum. I offered 50,000 and the next day as he had to leave the room & hellip He said he was stealing, but I took the workshop and left in a corner. One of these, I went to Barcelona in an exhibition of machinery. I saw an identical machine! It cost a million and a half. Arriving in Barakaldo grabbed a screwdriver, a can of oil and put in order. She began to sew and made us thousands and thousands of loops.
- You speak as if the company her own.
- She is the mother and father me. Before I was an important part. And no, I'm a little off. Now there are 13 workers, most stores. We will open another in Bilbao.
- Are the times for adventure?
- You have to take risks. The crisis has been good because the market has cleared. Sell \u200b\u200bmore now. With the new line will sell more, but by charging a little less. We are not businessmen to earn money but to get satisfaction.
- You've seen the evolution of Mercedes.
- always upward. Mercedes is not running, but has an impressive natural intelligence.
- What change in your designs?
- I'll tell you something. I selected collections. Do you know how he did it? I sat down and began to make cars. 'Harvey, how about this? ". 'Wow, how beautiful. " The retreating. If I said I did not like the commercialized. I have the pleasure lost. I'm very classic.
- I really did just the opposite of what he said?
- Yes
- Do not you feel bad?
- Noooo ... But going to the fairs to sell and some customers wanted to order just me. I do not know why.
A for the Chinese market
- What did you like most of the creations of his wife?
- The parade of the Guggenheim. Many times I left impressed, but this time ...
- are opening their market.
- sell in the UK, in Arab countries. Mercedes now wants to open up to China.
- Is it the same clothes?
- For the Arabs is different. They call for longer skirts and less cleavage. The rest is the same.
- As in China are like & hellip more than 1,300 million people.
- If they like the we put together. You can spend as eels.
- How?
- They released the eel in the paddy fields to a parasite from eating big and fat when they are sold to the Japanese. They do not care what they pay for a kilo there are hundreds. They also make good business: take care of the rice and then sell.
- Is it a difficult market?
- not if you have a good representative who speaks Chinese.
- have a great ability to copy, right?
- This is another danger. I bought the collection to an at-length and I'll shoot. But that happens in all sides. Also here.
- What is done in such a case?
- You can not do anything. If instead of three buttons have two, it is not copied.
- Does it anger?
- Mercedes driven up the walls.
- How are you working with so much progress?
- are now in the spring of 2012. We work with backlog. When you close the sales campaign starts to build.
- The risk then you are the establishment.
- Sometimes you just ask a color dress size 42. That dress is Name: are buying for a client. Before you buy more happiness.
- Is often accompanies buy fabrics?
- No. I just did the technical part. And cut.
- What is it that cut?
- Mercedes made the pattern. When that, it was the pattern of each size carton. I cut it and sometimes made a stopover. Put as twenty layers of fabric and cut with a vertical blade. The fabric could not be very tense because it was collected. Now done with computer and look for the best use of the web.
- what were you doing before?
- at first. Then went home and, after bathing the kids, I used to make invoices. The printer was needles. It was very noisy. The neighbors thought it was Mercedes sewing at night.
- Where do you sew?
- In Portugal, Morocco, Spain ... Sometimes you get every scare ...! The most important thing is the iron. I was disappointed when I learned how is the fashion, for example, which will take the green flax.
- How?
- A year ago in Germany meet a lot of designers, economists and something and say, 'This year there is overproduction of flax. " And so decide. Well, then sends the street.
- How has the season that she passed out?
- Before you could walk, not now. Has its price: when I'm two weeks alone, makes me sad. And when here comes very late, at ten-thirty. And I'm going to the shop and I have no specific things to do.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Top All Inclusive Resorts
All serves, to imagine what no one had the least use.
Perhaps the best example is the fuel used by the Bio-Bug, a Volkswagen Beetle redesigned by British engineers.
And he notes that the history and science can change the paradigm, it is recalled that statement attributed to Fidel García Márquez or "worth anything SHIT IF THE SOLDIER WOULD THE POOR ass."
Well, this has not happened since the phlegmatic British, probably because their diet wiskeys tubers and have discovered the possibility of generating energy from the "human solid waste, ie, the pupu. This car
is the first that runs on methane gas, a hydrocarbon-generated manure and other organic waste.
With full tank, the BioBug can walk up to 400 kilometers.
can run over 180 mph.
The company that developed this vehicle, Geneco, has a plant that produces 18 thousand cubic meters of biogas per year, fuel used to generate electricity only. Until they came up with the Bio-Bug.
Those who have seen the prototype in action, say that although the raw material of fuel are the feces and other wastes on the exhaust pipe emits an unpleasant odor.
Me parece que sería una primera medida para cambiar nuestra matriz energética y no depender tanto del petróleo.
Adicionalmente con tanto desempleo podriamos tener fábricas de producción de mierda en cantidades industriales, y contratar a personal que con una dieta basada en frijoles blancos sin ajo y ensaladas de repollo y coliflor podrían dar buenos resultados.Una de las ventajas de este empleo es que no habria ningun tipo de discriminación, sería como el carnaval de San Miguel, que aplicarían el pobre, el rico, el feo, el bello, el viejo y el joven, el chele y el prieto.
Podríamos procesar y maquilar, sobre todo de personas con una calidad de first, it could create jobs collection routes by way of which has organized the tacuazín hairstyle, special vehicles, to collect material and exquisite first class there for the government center.
Cabinet We economically, inmortalizence!
You can imagine the protests of the union "No cagamos period," "constipated or death!" The
payroll, so much per pound of poop, incentives for additional production, cagador award as the best of the month.
would be a bit problematic if the creation of a ministry, as the officer would be called officially, "Minister of shit", not wanting to offend.
could even have a talk-show music played by the expulsion of methane gas, who knows we might have an unpublished chaikosky or at least flip king.
listening experience that is in the country has a bias because their inhabitants have been known for putting music out smelling were the traditional hand in hand (or ass to ass?) To be held on the Tropicana tuzadas on Mondays 1 to 6 pm.
truly believe that as a nation have a future in this issues, especially when we read our history, so full of characters with shit on his head and some contemporary mainly just that talk.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Difference Between Deluge And Sprinkler
questions before a caption contest
This photo appeared in yesterday's edition accompanying information on the weather and the suspension of processions. Its caption read: "A boy from Seville, sad after the procession stopped for rain." Why
know it's a boy and not a girl?, Why do not they know very little adult? Why know it's sad? Perhaps only the phone attached between ear and shoulder for hands-free. Why do you need your hands free? 
know it's a boy and not a girl?, Why do not they know very little adult? Why know it's sad? Perhaps only the phone attached between ear and shoulder for hands-free. Why do you need your hands free?
Thursday, April 14, 2011
онлайнlupuspic- 0
Readings for Holy Week.
Mary Magdalene or the salvation
by Marguerite Yourcenar *
My name is Mary Magdalene called me. Magdala is the name of my people, is the small area where my mother had some fields, where my father owned a vineyard. I was born in Magdala.
At noon, my sister Martha pitchers of beer distributed to the workers on the farm I came to them with empty hands, drank my licks smile, his eyes feel me like I was almost ripe fruit, which taste depends on a little more sunshine.
My eyes were wild animals caught in the net my eyelashes, my mouth almost black, a leech bloated with blood.
The loft was full of pigeons, the ark, breads, the chest, coins bearing the likeness of Caesar. Marta got bad sight marking my wardrobe with the initials of John.
Juan's mother was fishing, John's father had vineyards. John and I sat on the day of the wedding under the fig tree from the source, felt already upon us the intolerable weight of seventy years of happiness.
It would play dance music at the wedding of our daughters, I was already full of children that they were going to have.
Juan came to me from the bottom of his childhood, smiling to the angels as children, the angels who were his only companions, I had rejected, for love of him, the offers of the Roman centurion.
John fled from the tavern where prostitutes to move as snakes are exciting flute sad sight away not to see the round face of the maids of the farm. Amar
his innocence was my first sin.
I did not know he was fighting against an invisible opponent, just as our father Jacob with the angel, or that the commitment of combat was that messy-haired boy, crowned with wisps of straw and outlining a sort of halo.
I did not know John had loved another before I loved him before he loved me for me, I knew that God was not the remedy sought by the lonely. I presided
the wedding reception in the fourth of women, the midwives I whispered in his ear tips and recipes courtesans pimps, the flute was screaming like a virgin, the drums sounded like hearts, women wallowed in the shadow package leaflets, clusters of breasts, and I envied the violent thickly happiness of the Bridegroom.
Lambs were slain in the yard screaming as the innocent in the hands of the butchers of Herod could not hear in the distance, the bleating of the Lamb thief. The fumes of the night blotted particularly the upstairs room, the gray day lost the sense of the shapes and colors of things I did not notice the white tramp sitting among the poor relations at the far end of the table of men who communicated to young people , only with touch or kiss them, the horrible kind of leprosy which forces them to move away from everything.
I do not guess the seductive presence of the waiver does seem as sweet as sin.
closed the doors, burning perfumes to ward off demons and left us alone.
Al looked up and saw that John had not done it through your wedding party like a crowded plaza coincide with a public holiday.
trembled only pain was pale, but of shame, only a weakness of the soul afraid to leave him powerless to possess God. I was unable to distinguish in the face of John the grimace of disgust of desire: she was a virgin and, besides, every woman he loves is a poor innocent.
realized later that I represented to him the worst of the sins of the flesh, sin legitimate, sanctioned by custom, the more vile as you are allowed to wallow in it without shame, so much more to be feared as it does not entail the condemnation.
had chosen me to the most hidden of the girls whom he would woo the secret hope of never, I justified his reluctance to other available prey, sitting on that bed, and it was only a loose woman.
The inability to love me that was created among us a strong similarity to those contrasts that serve sex between two human beings, to destroy confidence to justify love, both wanted to yield to a stronger will than ours , surrender, be caught, and we went up with all the pains to give birth to new life. That soul with long hair running toward a spouse.
leant his forehead on the glass increasingly tainted by his breath, his eyes tired of the stars and even spying on us, a servant lurking on the other side of the door took maybe my sobs and exclamations of love.
rose in the night a voice call to John three times, as in households where someone will die: John opened the window, leaned out to measure the depth of the shade and saw God.
I saw nothing but sheets of the bed and tied them to the rope, fire flies thrive in the earth like stars, so he seemed to sink into the sky.
lost sight of that turncoat unable to prefer a woman to breast of God.
cautiously opened the door of my room, where nothing had happened not be an escape.
jumped over the guests, who were snoring in the lobby and picked up the hanger cap of Lazarus.
The night was too dark to see on the ground traces of the divine plants, the stones in which encountered were not those that I'd jump on one leg after school, perceived the houses for the first time, as seen from outside who are homeless.
On the corners of the streets of ill fame, turned to ooze the councils in the toothless mouths of the pimps, had vomit of drunks under the arches of the market that I recalled the puddles of wine wedding feast. To escape the round, ran along the galleries wooden inn, until the fourth Roman lieutenant. He opened me
gross, drunk even libations in my honor at the table of Lazarus certainly took me by one of the prostitutes with whom he used to bed. I kept my face covered with the cap of Lazarus, the thing was easier when it came to my body.
When he recognized me, I already was Mary Magdalene. He hid that John had left me on my wedding night for fear that it believed required to pour, the wine of desire, the tasteless water of compassion.
I let him believe that I preferred his hairy arms and the long arms of my pale always together boyfriend: he kept the secret to John for his escape with God.
Children found the people where I was and I threw stones. Lazarus sent to clean the pond of the mill, expecting to find there the corpse of John Martin lowered his head to pass in front of the inn, the mother of John came to me accounts of the alleged suicide of her only child, I defended myself: me seemed less humiliating to let everyone believe that the deceased had loved me madly.
next month, Marius was ordered to meet in Gaza, with the second division of Palestine could not find the money to buy the car in one of those third-class reserved seats always the prophets, the miserable, soldiers with the permission and the Messiah. EI
landlord hired me to clean the vessels, learned from my kitchen pattern of desire. It was very sweet to me to know that the woman scorned by John fell without transition to last post creatures: every hit, every kiss I modeled a face, breasts, a body different from what my friend had cherished.
a Bedouin camel driver agreed to take me to Jaffa by payment in hugs, a sailor from Marseilles took me aboard his boat, I was lying in the stern and the warm contagious me trembling sea of \u200b\u200bfoam.
In a bar in Piraeus, a Greek philosopher taught me wisdom like a more debauchery.
In Izmir, the largesse of a banker who taught me the sweetness of the oyster canker and skins of wild animals added to the skin of a naked woman, so that I envied, as well as desired.
In Jerusalem, a Pharisee taught me to use hypocrisy as a blush if unchanged.
In a slum in Caesarea, a paralyzed man healed and I talked about God.
Despite the pleas of the angels, who no doubt were trying to return to heaven, God continued to wander from village to village priests mocking, insulting the rich, dividing families, apologizing to the adulterous woman, exercising all over his scandalous office of Messiah.
To Eternity has its time fashion: one of those Tuesday that only famous people invited Simon the Pharisee had the idea to pray God's assistance. I had shot both with the intention of giving, that terrible friend, a rival less naive. Seducing God was Juan terminate their bearing of eternity, was forced to fall on me with all the weight of his flesh. We sin because God is not, as nothing is perfect presents to us, creatures compensable. When John realized that God was just a man, there would be no reason why he preferred not my breasts.
I dressed as for the ball, I perfumed like to get into a bed. I entered the banquet hall led to parasen jaws, the Apostles were raised with great tumult, for fear of being infected with the touch of my skirts, in the eyes of those people I was so unclean as if still bleeding. God Only
sat on the bench of leather worn instinctively recognize those feet from walking all the paths of our hell, those lice hair full of stars, those big eyes as the only pure pieces of the sky you were ... It was ugly as the pain was dirty as sin. I fell to my knees, swallowing I spit, unable to add the sarcasm the horrible weight of the helplessness of God. I realized then that he could not seduce, they do not flee from me.
my hair ripped it to better cover the nakedness of my guilt before he emptied the bottle of my memories. I realized that God outlaw should have slipped one morning outside the gates of dawn, leaving behind the people of Trinidad, surprised if not more than two. He had stayed at the Inn of the days had lavished countless passersby who denied him his soul, but it demanded all the tangible joys. He had endured the company of bandits, contact of lepers, the insolence of the police: spoiled like I belong to all, terrible fate ... put my head on his broad hand of a corpse, which seemed to be as bloodless.
not do more than change of slavery: the precise moment when the demons left me, I became possessed of God. Juan was erased from my life as if the evangelist had not been for me but the Precursor: Meeting the Passion, I forgot the love.
I accepted the purity as the worst of perversions: I've spent sleepless nights shivering with dew and tears, lying on the field in the middle of the Apostles, as a lot of lambs in love with the Pastor.
I envied the dead who sleep on the Prophets to revive them. God helped the healer in his wonderful cures: rubbed with mud in the eyes of the blind from birth. Marta let work on my place on the food of Bethany, for fear that John sat next to the heavenly knees in the stool that I would dajado. Were my tears and my cries were sweet which caster the second birth of Lazarus dead man wrapped in bandages which took its first steps on the threshold of the tomb was almost our son. I sought disciples, I dipped my pale hands with water scrubbing of the sacrament, I kept lurking in the "square" of Olives while the stroke was redemption. I wanted so much left to pity: my love was careful not to aggravate the distress, the only thing that made him God.
Not to ruin your career Salvador, consented to see him die, in the manner of a lover who consents to her lover make a brilliant marriage.
The room of lost steps, when Pilate gave us the choice between an outlaw and God, I cried like the rest the release of Barabbas. I saw him lying on the vertical bed of eternal marriage, attended the horrible moment that tied him with ropes, the kiss he gave to the sponge soaked in a bitter sea, the released of soldier who was trying to drill the heart of the divine vampire afraid that riseth to suck the future. Shiver on my forehead felt that sweet bird of prey stuck in the door of the Times. A wind of death pierced the heavens, tearing it like a veil, the world had matured side of the night, dragged down by the weight of the cross. The pale master
hung from the yards of three-mast, sunk by guilt: the carpenter's son atoned for the mistakes that his eternal Father had made in their calculations. I knew that nothing good could emerge from their ordeal, the only result of that execution would be seen by men that is easy to get rid of God.
El Divino sentenced to death just dropped to the ground seeds useless blood. The loaded dice of Chance unnecessarily jumped in the hands of the sentries, the rags of infinite robe did not fit anyone to have a suit. In vain their feet poured peroxide wave of my hair, tried in vain to comfort the mother who conceived only to God.
My cries of women and the dog did not reach my owner died.
thieves, at least, shared the same sentence: At the bottom of that shaft through which he passed all the pain the world, I did nothing but hinder its dialogue with Dimas. Rose stairs, they pulled strings. God came off, like a ripe fruit, and willing to rot in the earth of the grave.
For the first time, his head rested on my shoulder inert, the juice of the heart we put sticky hands, and at harvest time. Joseph of Arimathea went before us with a lantern, John and I doblábamos under the weight of that body heavier than the man soldiers helped us to put a millstone were blocking the entrance to the tomb.
not return to the city until it was cold evening sun. We met again, not without surprise, with shops and theaters, with the insolence of the bartenders, with the evening papers which filled event page Passion. I spent the night
choosing my best sheets courtesan, by morning I sent Martha to buy all the perfumes she'd found the best price. The cocks crowed, as if to freshen the repentance of Peter, amazed that the day came, I walked down a road lined with apple slums reminiscent of guilt and vines reminiscent of the Redemption. Guided by a memory, angel incorruptible, I went into that cave drilled into the depths of myself, I went to that body as my own grave.
I had given up all hope of Easter, the whole promise of resurrection. I did not realize that the stone was cut out of the press throughout its length as a result of some divine fermentation; God had raised from the dead as a bed of insomnia: the tomb unmade bed sheets hung begged the gardener.
was the second time in my life that I was dealing with a bed to sleep one absent. The grains of incense rolled on the floor of the tomb and fell to the bottom of the night.
Walls returned my vampire howling unhappy, to get out out of me, I noticed on the forehead with a stone lintel. The snow on the daffodils remained untouched throughout human footprint: those who had just robbed God walking in the sky.
fielder, bent down, weeding a flower bed, raised his head under his straw hat that was like a halo of sun and summer fell to my knees, full of sweet tremor of women who believe in love to feel how it spilled all over his body the substance of his heart.
On his shoulder the rake used to erase our sins, in hand, the ball and the pruning shears to the Fates trust his brother eternal.
may be prepared to descend into Hell by the way of roots.
knew the secret of the nettles of remorse, the agony of the earthworm. The pallor of death remained in it, so that seemed to have dressed as Lily.
I guessed that his first motion would be to divert contaminated by the sinful desire. I felt slug in the universe of flowers.
The air was so fresh that the palms of my hands they felt supported by a mirror, my teacher had been killed across the Mirror of Time. My breath clouded the big picture: God is erased, like a reflection on the glass in the morning. My body opaque was not an obstacle to that Risen. There was a crunch, maybe in the background of myself, I fell with outstretched arms, dragged down by the weight of my heart, there was nothing behind the mirror that I had just broken. I was again a widow emptier, lonelier than an abandoned woman. At last he knew all the atrocity of God. God had won not only the love of a child, the age when one imagines that are irreplaceable, God had also stolen my nausea in pregnant, postpartum my dreams, my naps in the old town square the grave dug to the bottom of the fence where my children had been buried. After you steal my innocence, stole me my sins God: when just beginning to prosper in my profession as a courtesan, I removed the ability to seduce Caesar or climb the tables. After his body, took away his ghost: I would not even intoxicate me with a dream. As the worst of the jealous, has destroyed the beauty that exposed me to lie on beds of desire: breasts hang me, I look like death, that old lover of God. As the worst manic, just loved my tears. But that God has taken away everything I gave everything.
I have not gotten more than a crumb of his infinite love, shared his heart with creatures like any other.
My lovers of old went to bed without worrying about my body, my soul, my heart just heavenly friend took care of heating the eternal soul, so that one half of me has not ceased to suffer.
And yet, I was saved. Thanks to him did not give me the happiness but its share of pain, the only inexhaustible. I escaped
the routines of home and bed, the dead weight of money, the impasse that is success, the contentment that seek honors, from the charms of infamy. Since that condemned the love of Magdalena has escaped to heaven, I avoid the error of being tasteless necessary to God. I was right
ride the big wave divine, I do not regret having been rebuilt by the Lord's hands.
I saved or death, or evil, no crime, because thanks to them we are saved. Just saved me happiness.
* From Fire
Translation: Emma Calatayud
Illustration: Portrait of Mary of Magdala attributed to Leonardo da Vinci 
Mary Magdalene or the salvation
by Marguerite Yourcenar *
My name is Mary Magdalene called me. Magdala is the name of my people, is the small area where my mother had some fields, where my father owned a vineyard. I was born in Magdala.
At noon, my sister Martha pitchers of beer distributed to the workers on the farm I came to them with empty hands, drank my licks smile, his eyes feel me like I was almost ripe fruit, which taste depends on a little more sunshine.
My eyes were wild animals caught in the net my eyelashes, my mouth almost black, a leech bloated with blood.
The loft was full of pigeons, the ark, breads, the chest, coins bearing the likeness of Caesar. Marta got bad sight marking my wardrobe with the initials of John.
Juan's mother was fishing, John's father had vineyards. John and I sat on the day of the wedding under the fig tree from the source, felt already upon us the intolerable weight of seventy years of happiness.
It would play dance music at the wedding of our daughters, I was already full of children that they were going to have.
Juan came to me from the bottom of his childhood, smiling to the angels as children, the angels who were his only companions, I had rejected, for love of him, the offers of the Roman centurion.
John fled from the tavern where prostitutes to move as snakes are exciting flute sad sight away not to see the round face of the maids of the farm. Amar
his innocence was my first sin.
I did not know he was fighting against an invisible opponent, just as our father Jacob with the angel, or that the commitment of combat was that messy-haired boy, crowned with wisps of straw and outlining a sort of halo.
I did not know John had loved another before I loved him before he loved me for me, I knew that God was not the remedy sought by the lonely. I presided
the wedding reception in the fourth of women, the midwives I whispered in his ear tips and recipes courtesans pimps, the flute was screaming like a virgin, the drums sounded like hearts, women wallowed in the shadow package leaflets, clusters of breasts, and I envied the violent thickly happiness of the Bridegroom.
Lambs were slain in the yard screaming as the innocent in the hands of the butchers of Herod could not hear in the distance, the bleating of the Lamb thief. The fumes of the night blotted particularly the upstairs room, the gray day lost the sense of the shapes and colors of things I did not notice the white tramp sitting among the poor relations at the far end of the table of men who communicated to young people , only with touch or kiss them, the horrible kind of leprosy which forces them to move away from everything.
I do not guess the seductive presence of the waiver does seem as sweet as sin.
closed the doors, burning perfumes to ward off demons and left us alone.
Al looked up and saw that John had not done it through your wedding party like a crowded plaza coincide with a public holiday.
trembled only pain was pale, but of shame, only a weakness of the soul afraid to leave him powerless to possess God. I was unable to distinguish in the face of John the grimace of disgust of desire: she was a virgin and, besides, every woman he loves is a poor innocent.
realized later that I represented to him the worst of the sins of the flesh, sin legitimate, sanctioned by custom, the more vile as you are allowed to wallow in it without shame, so much more to be feared as it does not entail the condemnation.
had chosen me to the most hidden of the girls whom he would woo the secret hope of never, I justified his reluctance to other available prey, sitting on that bed, and it was only a loose woman.
The inability to love me that was created among us a strong similarity to those contrasts that serve sex between two human beings, to destroy confidence to justify love, both wanted to yield to a stronger will than ours , surrender, be caught, and we went up with all the pains to give birth to new life. That soul with long hair running toward a spouse.
leant his forehead on the glass increasingly tainted by his breath, his eyes tired of the stars and even spying on us, a servant lurking on the other side of the door took maybe my sobs and exclamations of love.
rose in the night a voice call to John three times, as in households where someone will die: John opened the window, leaned out to measure the depth of the shade and saw God.
I saw nothing but sheets of the bed and tied them to the rope, fire flies thrive in the earth like stars, so he seemed to sink into the sky.
lost sight of that turncoat unable to prefer a woman to breast of God.
cautiously opened the door of my room, where nothing had happened not be an escape.
jumped over the guests, who were snoring in the lobby and picked up the hanger cap of Lazarus.
The night was too dark to see on the ground traces of the divine plants, the stones in which encountered were not those that I'd jump on one leg after school, perceived the houses for the first time, as seen from outside who are homeless.
On the corners of the streets of ill fame, turned to ooze the councils in the toothless mouths of the pimps, had vomit of drunks under the arches of the market that I recalled the puddles of wine wedding feast. To escape the round, ran along the galleries wooden inn, until the fourth Roman lieutenant. He opened me
gross, drunk even libations in my honor at the table of Lazarus certainly took me by one of the prostitutes with whom he used to bed. I kept my face covered with the cap of Lazarus, the thing was easier when it came to my body.
When he recognized me, I already was Mary Magdalene. He hid that John had left me on my wedding night for fear that it believed required to pour, the wine of desire, the tasteless water of compassion.
I let him believe that I preferred his hairy arms and the long arms of my pale always together boyfriend: he kept the secret to John for his escape with God.
Children found the people where I was and I threw stones. Lazarus sent to clean the pond of the mill, expecting to find there the corpse of John Martin lowered his head to pass in front of the inn, the mother of John came to me accounts of the alleged suicide of her only child, I defended myself: me seemed less humiliating to let everyone believe that the deceased had loved me madly.
next month, Marius was ordered to meet in Gaza, with the second division of Palestine could not find the money to buy the car in one of those third-class reserved seats always the prophets, the miserable, soldiers with the permission and the Messiah. EI
landlord hired me to clean the vessels, learned from my kitchen pattern of desire. It was very sweet to me to know that the woman scorned by John fell without transition to last post creatures: every hit, every kiss I modeled a face, breasts, a body different from what my friend had cherished.
a Bedouin camel driver agreed to take me to Jaffa by payment in hugs, a sailor from Marseilles took me aboard his boat, I was lying in the stern and the warm contagious me trembling sea of \u200b\u200bfoam.
In a bar in Piraeus, a Greek philosopher taught me wisdom like a more debauchery.
In Izmir, the largesse of a banker who taught me the sweetness of the oyster canker and skins of wild animals added to the skin of a naked woman, so that I envied, as well as desired.
In Jerusalem, a Pharisee taught me to use hypocrisy as a blush if unchanged.
In a slum in Caesarea, a paralyzed man healed and I talked about God.
Despite the pleas of the angels, who no doubt were trying to return to heaven, God continued to wander from village to village priests mocking, insulting the rich, dividing families, apologizing to the adulterous woman, exercising all over his scandalous office of Messiah.
To Eternity has its time fashion: one of those Tuesday that only famous people invited Simon the Pharisee had the idea to pray God's assistance. I had shot both with the intention of giving, that terrible friend, a rival less naive. Seducing God was Juan terminate their bearing of eternity, was forced to fall on me with all the weight of his flesh. We sin because God is not, as nothing is perfect presents to us, creatures compensable. When John realized that God was just a man, there would be no reason why he preferred not my breasts.
I dressed as for the ball, I perfumed like to get into a bed. I entered the banquet hall led to parasen jaws, the Apostles were raised with great tumult, for fear of being infected with the touch of my skirts, in the eyes of those people I was so unclean as if still bleeding. God Only
sat on the bench of leather worn instinctively recognize those feet from walking all the paths of our hell, those lice hair full of stars, those big eyes as the only pure pieces of the sky you were ... It was ugly as the pain was dirty as sin. I fell to my knees, swallowing I spit, unable to add the sarcasm the horrible weight of the helplessness of God. I realized then that he could not seduce, they do not flee from me.
my hair ripped it to better cover the nakedness of my guilt before he emptied the bottle of my memories. I realized that God outlaw should have slipped one morning outside the gates of dawn, leaving behind the people of Trinidad, surprised if not more than two. He had stayed at the Inn of the days had lavished countless passersby who denied him his soul, but it demanded all the tangible joys. He had endured the company of bandits, contact of lepers, the insolence of the police: spoiled like I belong to all, terrible fate ... put my head on his broad hand of a corpse, which seemed to be as bloodless.
not do more than change of slavery: the precise moment when the demons left me, I became possessed of God. Juan was erased from my life as if the evangelist had not been for me but the Precursor: Meeting the Passion, I forgot the love.
I accepted the purity as the worst of perversions: I've spent sleepless nights shivering with dew and tears, lying on the field in the middle of the Apostles, as a lot of lambs in love with the Pastor.
I envied the dead who sleep on the Prophets to revive them. God helped the healer in his wonderful cures: rubbed with mud in the eyes of the blind from birth. Marta let work on my place on the food of Bethany, for fear that John sat next to the heavenly knees in the stool that I would dajado. Were my tears and my cries were sweet which caster the second birth of Lazarus dead man wrapped in bandages which took its first steps on the threshold of the tomb was almost our son. I sought disciples, I dipped my pale hands with water scrubbing of the sacrament, I kept lurking in the "square" of Olives while the stroke was redemption. I wanted so much left to pity: my love was careful not to aggravate the distress, the only thing that made him God.
Not to ruin your career Salvador, consented to see him die, in the manner of a lover who consents to her lover make a brilliant marriage.
The room of lost steps, when Pilate gave us the choice between an outlaw and God, I cried like the rest the release of Barabbas. I saw him lying on the vertical bed of eternal marriage, attended the horrible moment that tied him with ropes, the kiss he gave to the sponge soaked in a bitter sea, the released of soldier who was trying to drill the heart of the divine vampire afraid that riseth to suck the future. Shiver on my forehead felt that sweet bird of prey stuck in the door of the Times. A wind of death pierced the heavens, tearing it like a veil, the world had matured side of the night, dragged down by the weight of the cross. The pale master
hung from the yards of three-mast, sunk by guilt: the carpenter's son atoned for the mistakes that his eternal Father had made in their calculations. I knew that nothing good could emerge from their ordeal, the only result of that execution would be seen by men that is easy to get rid of God.
El Divino sentenced to death just dropped to the ground seeds useless blood. The loaded dice of Chance unnecessarily jumped in the hands of the sentries, the rags of infinite robe did not fit anyone to have a suit. In vain their feet poured peroxide wave of my hair, tried in vain to comfort the mother who conceived only to God.
My cries of women and the dog did not reach my owner died.
thieves, at least, shared the same sentence: At the bottom of that shaft through which he passed all the pain the world, I did nothing but hinder its dialogue with Dimas. Rose stairs, they pulled strings. God came off, like a ripe fruit, and willing to rot in the earth of the grave.
For the first time, his head rested on my shoulder inert, the juice of the heart we put sticky hands, and at harvest time. Joseph of Arimathea went before us with a lantern, John and I doblábamos under the weight of that body heavier than the man soldiers helped us to put a millstone were blocking the entrance to the tomb.
not return to the city until it was cold evening sun. We met again, not without surprise, with shops and theaters, with the insolence of the bartenders, with the evening papers which filled event page Passion. I spent the night
choosing my best sheets courtesan, by morning I sent Martha to buy all the perfumes she'd found the best price. The cocks crowed, as if to freshen the repentance of Peter, amazed that the day came, I walked down a road lined with apple slums reminiscent of guilt and vines reminiscent of the Redemption. Guided by a memory, angel incorruptible, I went into that cave drilled into the depths of myself, I went to that body as my own grave.
I had given up all hope of Easter, the whole promise of resurrection. I did not realize that the stone was cut out of the press throughout its length as a result of some divine fermentation; God had raised from the dead as a bed of insomnia: the tomb unmade bed sheets hung begged the gardener.
was the second time in my life that I was dealing with a bed to sleep one absent. The grains of incense rolled on the floor of the tomb and fell to the bottom of the night.
Walls returned my vampire howling unhappy, to get out out of me, I noticed on the forehead with a stone lintel. The snow on the daffodils remained untouched throughout human footprint: those who had just robbed God walking in the sky.
fielder, bent down, weeding a flower bed, raised his head under his straw hat that was like a halo of sun and summer fell to my knees, full of sweet tremor of women who believe in love to feel how it spilled all over his body the substance of his heart.
On his shoulder the rake used to erase our sins, in hand, the ball and the pruning shears to the Fates trust his brother eternal.
may be prepared to descend into Hell by the way of roots.
knew the secret of the nettles of remorse, the agony of the earthworm. The pallor of death remained in it, so that seemed to have dressed as Lily.
I guessed that his first motion would be to divert contaminated by the sinful desire. I felt slug in the universe of flowers.
The air was so fresh that the palms of my hands they felt supported by a mirror, my teacher had been killed across the Mirror of Time. My breath clouded the big picture: God is erased, like a reflection on the glass in the morning. My body opaque was not an obstacle to that Risen. There was a crunch, maybe in the background of myself, I fell with outstretched arms, dragged down by the weight of my heart, there was nothing behind the mirror that I had just broken. I was again a widow emptier, lonelier than an abandoned woman. At last he knew all the atrocity of God. God had won not only the love of a child, the age when one imagines that are irreplaceable, God had also stolen my nausea in pregnant, postpartum my dreams, my naps in the old town square the grave dug to the bottom of the fence where my children had been buried. After you steal my innocence, stole me my sins God: when just beginning to prosper in my profession as a courtesan, I removed the ability to seduce Caesar or climb the tables. After his body, took away his ghost: I would not even intoxicate me with a dream. As the worst of the jealous, has destroyed the beauty that exposed me to lie on beds of desire: breasts hang me, I look like death, that old lover of God. As the worst manic, just loved my tears. But that God has taken away everything I gave everything.
I have not gotten more than a crumb of his infinite love, shared his heart with creatures like any other.
My lovers of old went to bed without worrying about my body, my soul, my heart just heavenly friend took care of heating the eternal soul, so that one half of me has not ceased to suffer.
And yet, I was saved. Thanks to him did not give me the happiness but its share of pain, the only inexhaustible. I escaped
the routines of home and bed, the dead weight of money, the impasse that is success, the contentment that seek honors, from the charms of infamy. Since that condemned the love of Magdalena has escaped to heaven, I avoid the error of being tasteless necessary to God. I was right
ride the big wave divine, I do not regret having been rebuilt by the Lord's hands.
I saved or death, or evil, no crime, because thanks to them we are saved. Just saved me happiness.
* From Fire
Translation: Emma Calatayud
Illustration: Portrait of Mary of Magdala attributed to Leonardo da Vinci
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Today marks 80 years of establishment de la segunda república.
Today marks 80 years of establishment de la segunda república.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
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What we teach children.
brutus You also, I stayed in the memory of what he told his son Julio Cesar (say adopted, but never mind). Well it is a complex and difficult task. Mr.
also said by their fruits ye shall know them.
Ok, it's work to which we pledge our energy, is not it, that we are not educated properly. in the end we'll always have to go see the planes and only have a memory of what we did right or wrong ..
brutus You also, I stayed in the memory of what he told his son Julio Cesar (say adopted, but never mind). Well it is a complex and difficult task. Mr.
also said by their fruits ye shall know them.
Ok, it's work to which we pledge our energy, is not it, that we are not educated properly. in the end we'll always have to go see the planes and only have a memory of what we did right or wrong ..
Friday, April 8, 2011
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No vale mirar en el diccionario, no vale mirar en la red. Solo vale hacerse la pregunta e intentar adivinar qué es. Solamente pueden contestar quienes no saben la respuesta .
¿A qué os suena la palabra 'contumelia' ? 
No vale mirar en el diccionario, no vale mirar en la red. Solo vale hacerse la pregunta e intentar adivinar qué es. Solamente pueden contestar quienes no saben la respuesta .
¿A qué os suena la palabra 'contumelia' ?
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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We talked about the MEPs, those European aristocrats
La crisis económica de Portugal, los viajes en primera de los eurodiputados y la sentencia del Constitucional sobre el derecho del paciente a conocer los riesgos de una intervención.
La crisis económica de Portugal, los viajes en primera de los eurodiputados y la sentencia del Constitucional sobre el derecho del paciente a conocer los riesgos de una intervención.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
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Ismael Serrano con Lichis, of 'mechanical goat. "
And point for the follow:
were known on the streets of the neighborhood, known
in all bars and taverns. He
so high, so serious, so pale and thin, she
brown and brittle, so cute and small.
He was about more or less, fifty,
and she must have no more than two dozen.
He was teaching, I think, in any academy,
and she was studying, I think, an Italian course.
drank and loved, it seemed,
sometimes discussed, sometimes smiling, kissing and hated
but nobody is perfect,
love is difficult and strange in these times.
Night weakens the heart, funeral
nights of wine and roses.
's to love and its failures,
perhaps we can choose our way.
The sun clean the streets, memory, attenuates
fierce passions.
Invent the end of each story,
that love is eternal while it lasts.
He came one night at the usual bar,
was dressed all in deep mourning, came
drunk and alone, brought the gesture seriously,
and hands a wreath for the dead.
She had left him, he explained serene, and there
decided to consider it dead,
and provide for his forgetfulness and his eternal rest,
and celebrate his funeral from bar to bar.
So there we were, and what to tell you:
wine glasses and laughter, some puking,
hugs of friendship, eternal night. Requiescat
and toast for her and her memory.
Night weakens the heart, funeral
nights of wine and roses.
's to love and its failures,
perhaps we can choose our way.
The sun clean the streets, memory, attenuates
fierce passions.
Invent the end of each story,
that love is eternal while it lasts.
Leaving The Almond and was very drunk,
collapsed on the pavement and leaned to his side.
I knew he was dying of stroke,
said something in my ear, broke into my arms.
He took the ambulance with her crown and all,
and I went to meet his request cursed.
I reached the bar he had told me
and the girl looked through the smoke and noise.
finally saw her, dancing slowly,
refuge in the warm bosom of a boy.
I told him I listened, hugged his partner.
I do not know if I cried, there was not hardly.
Night weakens the heart,
nights funeral, Wine and Roses.
's to love and its failures,
perhaps we can choose our way.
The sun clean the streets, memory, attenuates
fierce passions.
Invent the end of each story,
that love is eternal while it lasts.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
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Mariluz Odd Couple talks about her husband Bellido, Agustin Ibarrola
Mariluz Bellido
Consort of ... Agustín Ibarrola, painter and sculptor
Mariluz Life Bellido, together since 1953 to of her husband, Agustin Ibarrola, is a series of memories of arrests and detentions.
The picture is of Maika Salguero. 
Mariluz Bellido
Consort of ... Agustín Ibarrola, painter and sculptor
"I have always tried to live up to Augustine"
Mariluz Life Bellido, together since 1953 to of her husband, Agustin Ibarrola, is a series of memories of arrests and detentions.
- Where were you born?
- In Santander, in 1934. In a state of emergency, in which Augustine was arrested in Burgos is not what we detained my sister and me. On questioning, the police told me they would send me Santander. "I'm glad because I was born there, but I do not know." And I said, 'Well, now it will not. "
- How did you meet?
- I worked as a commercial artist and did my first steps with paint. He was already known. In the Artistic Association Biscayne was a group show with two paintings of mine. Ibarrola fell there and the first thing he did was drop: 'What more bad exposure!'. Very shy, I asked if any she liked. When I told him what was mine, I dropped that were the worst.
- And with that background he married?
- Yes, because I promised to teach me to paint.
- were married in 1954.
- I'll bring the family book to teach you what they put in 'Profession': The sex! Thirteen months after Joseph was born, the largest, and in 1966, Irrintzi.
- How were your beginnings?
- went to live in Formentera. To get pregnant, the practitioner told me that he was authorized to deliver babies, but not having medical Augustine scared and we took the first boat to Barcelona, \u200b\u200bthen a train. The conductor told me that if she gave birth, my child travel free life.
Augustine recalls his words: "Mariluz, hardy to home, that I love him Basque manico not." Their first child was born in Bilbao.
- Among the arrests and the office of her husband, life will have been easy.
- No. I worked in a by printing advertisements. For example, I paid my hands for the photo of the first pressure cooker 'Majestic'. I left him at birth Joseph, when they arrested Augustine said I could return. But I wanted to be near Burgos criminal.
- How maintained?
- of solidarity. People bought prints and paintings to help. I prepared an exhibition that opened in Rome and there he took me into his house Rafael Alberti.
- Economically they were not wrong.
- No. We have had spurts, like everyone else. After a moment, and began to be recognized and have lived in the paint without confinement.
- was hard to find a study of this size and light in Bilbao. Is not the same be in a city apartment in the field.
- How to shop?
- with the car. When I took the card, Augustine and warned me that he would never lead.
- No driving, not on the phone ...
- Another hobby.
- And you, how you lead?
- driving What I have not imported because I liked it. The phone itself bothers me because if it is an issue for him, there is much suspicion. Can say that, as Augustine does not get, there's the gypsy woman & hellip And that bothers me.
- Do you call a lot?
- Yes If they ask for opinions, I write your answer and make a phone reading.
- And when you're alone?
- No catch. I say that if I am, I call, hang up and call back, but you forget.
- When did it start?
- not remember. One day I found that would not talk. Probably called him a lot, could not refuse, then pissed because they would have said no & hellip And it was easier to do it myself. Now it's funny.
- You exercise of 'medium' ...
- Yes, because there are many nuances and Augustine did not call him for & hellip chorraditas, but do not put that talk so bad.
- Do your kids are & hellip?
- Irrintzi is Professor of Biology University and Joseph is an artist like the top of a pine.
- Have you always painted?
- drew beautifully. When his father was imprisoned, began to make large-winged birds that entered the jail with the keys. Would have 5 or 6 years.
"paid the duck"
- Who is more of an artist: the father or the son?
- I think of the two very large. Joseph has had to battle for the father separated. Each one has its own style.
- How have lived through the attacks on his work?
- Evil, evil. Damage your work is like to hurt him. Does not deserve it. It's been a fighter, a man delivered a lot of awareness.
- Have you ever been tempted not to say they have called with bad news?
- always tell him everything. He has been a man of address, the type has been played. I tried to be always at the height it deserves.
- If it had not been a communist, would have had no luck professional?
- is very hard. If I say, I will look with a certain thing. But yes, if it was not militant, like other artists ... At the time paid the duck, but today is a wanted man. But not all, so go with escorts.
- How are health?
- Well, I got a fright & hellip
- Sorry, how old are they?
- Augustine, 80, I, four less. Last year, in a concert tribute to the victims of terrorism, given the telele. He collapsed and fell on the floor. But as they were Maria Teresa Fernandez de la Vega and the Prince and they go with a mobile ... They were outside and made him first aid. Now is phenomenal.
- Do you cook yourself?
- Yes, because ... Augustine has stages in which he gives for being very orderly, but cooking is a bit shoddy. I think not out of the years of famine.
- By the way, Augustine fulfilled his promise to teach you to paint?
- No, because we went to Formentera to live and was born as Joseph.
The picture is of Maika Salguero.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
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Two lamps, two visions of man. TALES OF DISTRICT-
Reading
there, I stopped to reflect on these two Pasadita, the first Western view, shy, critical, sarcastic, asking the impossible. Reading
An intuitively The second vision, fun.
On one occasion went to a place in Athens in broad daylight carrying a lamp. Walking
said: "I am looking for a man."
"The city is full of men," he said.
To which he replied: "I am looking for a real man, one who lives by himself
[not an undifferentiated member of the flock]." Diogenes
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I can see in the dark, he once boasted Narudín Tea at home.
- If so, because some nights we've seen carrying a lamp in the street?
- it's just so others do not face me. Idries Shah
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Jesus Christ in the Gospels compared with lamps followers not to hide under the bed.
22 For there is nothing hidden that should not be revealed and nothing secret that will not be revealed.
Personally I prefer this is not who he is:
THERE ARE TWO WAYS OF SPREADING LIGHT LAMP
BE DELIVERED TO THE
or the mirror that reflects it,
our Masferrer also had an inclination towards the light
Perfect is the purity of the one who banished him, all longing than the longing for and scatter light. Perfect
is the humility of one who never forgets that light comes from above and not his, and that is not only for himself but for every shadow and a sentence.
Perfect is the silence of one who does not spread his thoughts and his desire to understand and carry out other aspects of life, but the focus and totals in the perennial and only anxiety to attract and diffuse light.
Can you become a crystal?
(fragment).
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
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Mischief MASTER IN FINANCE
looked askance at the clock on the wall and found that girls and were not therefore to be Sunday was an official trip and bound: Sunday Mass 9, Mary Help of Christians Church ( Don Rua). Could
overcome and realized he had been in the living room couch, which stood out clear and neat as usual, only the contrasted his figure lying on the couch with clothes and shoes the previous day.
Well, he thought, thank goodness the girls arrive and I felt not being in the house, I have time to bathe, dress up and go to lunch at the port, to take away the discomfort of drinking last night.
As could be up and went to the garage to check the condition of your car, which had delivered last week, the agency first car, zero miles, an SUV, which could pay installments with the salary increase announced in the crime where he worked for several years and allowed him to live comfortably and enjoy the perks enjoyed by the middle of the city of hills.
As discovery of a palimpsest began to recall the previous evening. The excitement that finally earned his team: white, aristocrat, the real, for a moment he experienced the satisfaction of winning, but above the great happiness of seeing embarrassed and silent to all colleagues who so disturbed by be the only white team, but that later that afternoon had managed to divine the other team win the big league crowds international football in the championships as accurate and convenient for all weekend and especially on pay days, have parties, who move millions of fans and consume industrial quantities of booze and beer.
also recalled that the euphoria was so great that he began to drink beer in a manner not usual, which was alone, and after their last valediction, looked at other tables drinkers to continue discussing the exploits and the goals that had enabled his team win .... *************************************
At that same hour, developed a separate incident elsewhere: on the avenue and 27 street 7, in a corner, Martha, a prostitute, scolded another about what happened the night before.
- now the shit you Claudia, had said that this was not possible.
To which the other replied:
- Fuck You In that complaint, if you will give away 20 bucks and gave it to Sofia to buy two rocks, look!, There already is well played.
chalateca Martha is a plump, white and blond, her figure is inversely proportional to its voice heard as a child of 6 years. Has two years to get into that area, had come from northern country of 17 years, serving home, got pregnant, someone who knows and only she and the child had no choice of working as a prostitute, after being exploited in a sweatshop in San Marcos, where in addition to working strenuous days, not earning enough to stay with your child.
also accompanied them, Sofia a woman, dirty, battered, lost to drug addiction in his time also was devoted to trade, but of months here had fallen into the world of crack depth. *************************************
Continued tacking their thoughts and agreed that after closing the brewery in the pink zone, instead of driving to the west of the city and product of drinking, went to the neighborhood where he had grown to the east, the San Miguelito district.
Even when I was very young when I left, always in his mind, echoing the exploits and Pasadita that his dad had when he was mingling with friends.
Amid confusion and clouded thoughts, he decided to go looking for prostitutes and was seen stopping at the corners, where transvestites and prostitutes abound. More or less it was agreeing to a stop, two .... It saw little room amid a pension, deep feelings, tears, prayers, well ... Thank God I came quiet and the car has no scratch.
- At what time will my wife with the girls .. we are going to be nine ...
**********************
- I told you I have no guilt, the boy begged me, Claudia Yamilet justified.
Yamileth Claudia is a young woman about 19 years, extremely thin, the daughter of a couple of drug addicts who populated the field May 3 marginal housing, close to the neighborhood san miguelito. His father disappeared in unexplained circumstances and his mother, perished product consumption of industrial materials, which ended up damaging your respiratory system, was a smell sticks. She stayed with her grandmother and how he grew up, never went to school and, upon reaching adolescence had no choice but to engage in the earliest work to bring food to her grandmother and other nephews and brothers who lived with her a battered hut in the developing area as they like to call its people. Product
of ignorance, poverty, but most of their immaturity, short time he was to go in this dark world, where you mix drugs, sex and debauchery of all kinds, with the fatal consequence that 6 months ago was diagnosed with HIV, is an aggressive form losing weight almost a minute, giving an image of anorexic and fatal outcome. *******************************
Finally, Martha said,
- Look, here comes of Esther, that will give you dick!
The Sofia afflicted more with the phrase in the middle of the madness of the drug.
- Alla, is the Esther, Esther comes Alla, jijijijiji ... ...
Esther was a woman of about 35, the lines of his face denoted a natural beauty, overshadowed only the lines of his eyes, saying, and expressing a life full of excitement, tragedy and violence. Its almost perfect teeth denote a way of life, food and education type accommodated. It was the natural leader of the prostitutes in that corner, said his family was wealthy, but never talked about it, also said, was in love with a humble boy, he studied in college, studies that never ended, because it put in organizations, with the sad outcome that combined with active drugs and the husband was lost in a sea of \u200b\u200balcohol and all drugs, taken without any regard to force her to sell her body to pay their addictions. He had no children, but was getting out of habit and pride not to return home. However, he had an elite clientele, as their culture, enabled it to address any topic of conversation, besides their professional qualities enabled him to live with certain facilities and play under the circumstances.
- For a bitch!, Esther rebuked him and told you if I got here, you had to use a condom, forcing the customer, you can not see you shit in a family, such cerote.
- You really they're gross, imagine!, I've said time and again, look, well you do your trips, but that use the shit.
hallucinated
The Sofia laughed, with that blank stare that produces the customary intake of crack or stone as it is known to mix cocaine with baking, which is highly toxic and harmful to the brain, and with the last touch of crack had just consumed, I was completely delirious, and when Esther was silent, it became fearful and silent.
Meanwhile, Claudia Yamilet, lowered his head and said softly:
- "look at Esther, if I was crying boy I wanted to do just like that, that his wife was quite fat, and dreamed of doing with a thin woman, I paid no attention until it began to take only 20 bills and gave me 5. From there, kneeling and crying asking me to do it just like that. ".
- Forgive me, but it was only a little while, he did not want to put a condom and I said I was going to tell chepe (pensionero), but he told me to shut my going to give more clues.
This and other excuses about that had been lightened with the dollars, justified the whore, compared to Esther, who kept yelling, and threatening to offend.
**********************************
At the same time, a few meters, a woman with two children rushed over to the chapel Don Rua, so they did not see the picture of whores discussion, without thinking that soon it through her husband, would be twinned with Claudia Yamileth blood. 
looked askance at the clock on the wall and found that girls and were not therefore to be Sunday was an official trip and bound: Sunday Mass 9, Mary Help of Christians Church ( Don Rua). Could
overcome and realized he had been in the living room couch, which stood out clear and neat as usual, only the contrasted his figure lying on the couch with clothes and shoes the previous day.
Well, he thought, thank goodness the girls arrive and I felt not being in the house, I have time to bathe, dress up and go to lunch at the port, to take away the discomfort of drinking last night.
As could be up and went to the garage to check the condition of your car, which had delivered last week, the agency first car, zero miles, an SUV, which could pay installments with the salary increase announced in the crime where he worked for several years and allowed him to live comfortably and enjoy the perks enjoyed by the middle of the city of hills.
As discovery of a palimpsest began to recall the previous evening. The excitement that finally earned his team: white, aristocrat, the real, for a moment he experienced the satisfaction of winning, but above the great happiness of seeing embarrassed and silent to all colleagues who so disturbed by be the only white team, but that later that afternoon had managed to divine the other team win the big league crowds international football in the championships as accurate and convenient for all weekend and especially on pay days, have parties, who move millions of fans and consume industrial quantities of booze and beer.
also recalled that the euphoria was so great that he began to drink beer in a manner not usual, which was alone, and after their last valediction, looked at other tables drinkers to continue discussing the exploits and the goals that had enabled his team win .... *************************************
At that same hour, developed a separate incident elsewhere: on the avenue and 27 street 7, in a corner, Martha, a prostitute, scolded another about what happened the night before.
- now the shit you Claudia, had said that this was not possible.
To which the other replied:
- Fuck You In that complaint, if you will give away 20 bucks and gave it to Sofia to buy two rocks, look!, There already is well played.
chalateca Martha is a plump, white and blond, her figure is inversely proportional to its voice heard as a child of 6 years. Has two years to get into that area, had come from northern country of 17 years, serving home, got pregnant, someone who knows and only she and the child had no choice of working as a prostitute, after being exploited in a sweatshop in San Marcos, where in addition to working strenuous days, not earning enough to stay with your child.
also accompanied them, Sofia a woman, dirty, battered, lost to drug addiction in his time also was devoted to trade, but of months here had fallen into the world of crack depth. *************************************
Continued tacking their thoughts and agreed that after closing the brewery in the pink zone, instead of driving to the west of the city and product of drinking, went to the neighborhood where he had grown to the east, the San Miguelito district.
Even when I was very young when I left, always in his mind, echoing the exploits and Pasadita that his dad had when he was mingling with friends.
Amid confusion and clouded thoughts, he decided to go looking for prostitutes and was seen stopping at the corners, where transvestites and prostitutes abound. More or less it was agreeing to a stop, two .... It saw little room amid a pension, deep feelings, tears, prayers, well ... Thank God I came quiet and the car has no scratch.
- At what time will my wife with the girls .. we are going to be nine ...
**********************
- I told you I have no guilt, the boy begged me, Claudia Yamilet justified.
Yamileth Claudia is a young woman about 19 years, extremely thin, the daughter of a couple of drug addicts who populated the field May 3 marginal housing, close to the neighborhood san miguelito. His father disappeared in unexplained circumstances and his mother, perished product consumption of industrial materials, which ended up damaging your respiratory system, was a smell sticks. She stayed with her grandmother and how he grew up, never went to school and, upon reaching adolescence had no choice but to engage in the earliest work to bring food to her grandmother and other nephews and brothers who lived with her a battered hut in the developing area as they like to call its people. Product
of ignorance, poverty, but most of their immaturity, short time he was to go in this dark world, where you mix drugs, sex and debauchery of all kinds, with the fatal consequence that 6 months ago was diagnosed with HIV, is an aggressive form losing weight almost a minute, giving an image of anorexic and fatal outcome. *******************************
Finally, Martha said,
- Look, here comes of Esther, that will give you dick!
The Sofia afflicted more with the phrase in the middle of the madness of the drug.
- Alla, is the Esther, Esther comes Alla, jijijijiji ... ...
Esther was a woman of about 35, the lines of his face denoted a natural beauty, overshadowed only the lines of his eyes, saying, and expressing a life full of excitement, tragedy and violence. Its almost perfect teeth denote a way of life, food and education type accommodated. It was the natural leader of the prostitutes in that corner, said his family was wealthy, but never talked about it, also said, was in love with a humble boy, he studied in college, studies that never ended, because it put in organizations, with the sad outcome that combined with active drugs and the husband was lost in a sea of \u200b\u200balcohol and all drugs, taken without any regard to force her to sell her body to pay their addictions. He had no children, but was getting out of habit and pride not to return home. However, he had an elite clientele, as their culture, enabled it to address any topic of conversation, besides their professional qualities enabled him to live with certain facilities and play under the circumstances.
- For a bitch!, Esther rebuked him and told you if I got here, you had to use a condom, forcing the customer, you can not see you shit in a family, such cerote.
- You really they're gross, imagine!, I've said time and again, look, well you do your trips, but that use the shit.
hallucinated
The Sofia laughed, with that blank stare that produces the customary intake of crack or stone as it is known to mix cocaine with baking, which is highly toxic and harmful to the brain, and with the last touch of crack had just consumed, I was completely delirious, and when Esther was silent, it became fearful and silent.
Meanwhile, Claudia Yamilet, lowered his head and said softly:
- "look at Esther, if I was crying boy I wanted to do just like that, that his wife was quite fat, and dreamed of doing with a thin woman, I paid no attention until it began to take only 20 bills and gave me 5. From there, kneeling and crying asking me to do it just like that. ".
- Forgive me, but it was only a little while, he did not want to put a condom and I said I was going to tell chepe (pensionero), but he told me to shut my going to give more clues.
This and other excuses about that had been lightened with the dollars, justified the whore, compared to Esther, who kept yelling, and threatening to offend.
**********************************
At the same time, a few meters, a woman with two children rushed over to the chapel Don Rua, so they did not see the picture of whores discussion, without thinking that soon it through her husband, would be twinned with Claudia Yamileth blood.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
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A very special day the last activist
These songs always remind me of the person who shared all my follies, hopes and dreams.
From a very loving, courageous and patient. ( consists perhaps someday, this crazy)
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Also we liked the Scotch account.
No, I have blue eyes.
No, I'm English
No, I've been an actor.
No, I have not petatiado
No, I have not played with Marco Antonio
r / CASE I was in love twice with the same woman. 
These songs always remind me of the person who shared all my follies, hopes and dreams.
From a very loving, courageous and patient. ( consists perhaps someday, this crazy)
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Trivia: In what seems Chinese milton Richard Burton.
Also we liked the Scotch account.
No, I have blue eyes.
No, I'm English
No, I've been an actor.
No, I have not petatiado
No, I have not played with Marco Antonio
r / CASE I was in love twice with the same woman.
Monday, March 21, 2011
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Journalism and literature are antithetical
Rosa Montero talks about journalism and literature in an interview:
Rosa Montero talks about journalism and literature in an interview:
"In journalism, clarity is a value. And what is the ambiguous narrative, the more reading a novel has, the better. In journalism I write what know, what I wonder. And I write the novel I do not know, what I wonder. My heart is fiction, it has been my life since childhood game. The other thing is trade. "can read the entire here.
Saturday, March 19, 2011
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We talk show
On Thursday I was chatting with Charo Zarzalejos and Pedro Ugarte. We talked about waiting lists in health, prehistoric spectra of the Catholic Church and lehendakari.
On Thursday I was chatting with Charo Zarzalejos and Pedro Ugarte. We talked about waiting lists in health, prehistoric spectra of the Catholic Church and lehendakari.
Friday, March 18, 2011
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Sitting , disappointed, dismayed and confused.
I sensed, for some time, his only companions of day, a couple of women with her four years, is leaving, after waiting and about twenty feet away, the child played with a three-dimensional hologram, while the two women laughed. The
saw them at a distance, when he was caught, two security officers of the Metropolitan Mayor, ommended him kindly, he had to use the appropriate seats and was not allowed to place pieces of cardboard smeared on the green grass, a of them drew a scanning device and then his pupil, recorded the event, without further mishap, they were on their way to the west, where he was the Museum of Political History, traditionally called the National Palace. Volume
its lineup, which was written in red letters, "NO TO 35!!" Was a protest that was organized for health authorities, based on complex studies, where bone structure were considered population, the average size and the impact on the amounts of calcium in the diet based sensory transients over 18 years and residing in the urban area, had taken the decision that the height of the curbs on the sidewalks, must be 35cms. Obviously
popular organizations as defined repudiated such a dialogue and defined a street protest, which had not expected the call level, as seen in recent times.
disciplined, was to lay a proper sidewalks being almost opposite the main gate of the Cathedral, which looked splendid, its stands completely clean, light presaged an entry into the world of the divine and spiritual, could see the cloudscape sideways deep blue dotted with a nice cloud cover that is only marred by the path of birds flying over the sky. In the midst of this evocative and enigmatic silence could remember part of his life, refusing to recognize the realities that surrounded and that made him so unhappy.
strange and dissonant in the environment, a young man passed and asked him who was so intrigued by apesumbrado, therefore, was not frequent the table, given the degree of peace who lived in the city, and the efficient free public health who were competing with the Red Cross, Green and Blue, which did not allow citizens to have the hint of a health problem.
Look, comrade, I am sad and I do not know what to do ... I feel the world falls apart around me, I have no spirit or desire to live, and continued.
studied at the National Institute when assembled a teachers' strike, ANDES 21 June, the leading, it was exciting waiting to see the National Guard leaders, who harangued students armed with sticks, stones and small arms White waited anxiously.
Stitches and makeshift barricades adorned the entrances to the school, once I was despite calls to return to our homes and I could feel the excitement of participating in the strikes and the impact of each move, the management of mass of Pt, the installation of the banners. In my thirteen years I was living. Identified the reasons for my existence, a fullness rarely ran through my body.
Then when joining the undefined and youth organizations, first participated in a sit-in protest at President Johnson's arrival, some bold companions until they threw paint-filled blisters around the car, at the height of the terminal Eastern.
I joined a group of UNO and won the elections in 72 but took away the win, but I always participated in demonstrations against and stayed in the park during all hours. With Duarte although I'm tired!
then was getting ugly, and after the demonstration 30 July 1975, who murdered students, I was scared, but the excitement was the cry, the slogan, sharing eating comrades, fleeting crushes, the sympathy of the militant, everything, and filled me I spent all the time.
I did not like the violence and when he invited me to handle guns League for the release, I ran them, and also lost many les.
how I was liking it until I joined the MERS, which I loved was to carry placards and banners, we had great days with the mass organizations BPR, LP28.
I did not have the courage to join the armed struggle, I also seemed too violent, illegal, where intrigue prevailed, the fear of death, taking the lives of others. Also I never liked the rockets, because my father always told me that the burning of gunpowder was to burn the ratatouille. Already
war, I studied and took his secondary education at the Camilo Campos, who also taught political education and then entered the U.S., I enrolled in International Relations.
Lobby at the University full time, we were given shelter inside the facility, where we printed press releases, banners elaborábamos and blankets.
Common Areas not pass, but some connect me paid a minimum wage to develop, and make up the banners at the demonstrations, CASE AND HAD ME AND MY CHILDREN.
When peace agreements are signed and could say again, I was in charge of flying the red flag on top of the Cathedral, I felt it again live.
never finished a cycle in U, for all my responsibilities to the social movement, never allowed me to study formally.
white marches were a total success, because we stop privatizing the health system, white dress came out and he twisted my arm to the government at that said time was right, of course, now only in museums and academies of history, knows that way of thinking and acting.
From there, I am professional in organizing parades, marches, sit-ins, all for gay marriage, against mining, against privatization of water, bus drivers, students at the U, relatives of gang members, acne patients, the stroke streets, extending the working week, by 200% bonuses for reducing the working week, ie, all worthy of the march.
I was the first to taste the pepper spray, and so I felt proud, I went out to all reporters, of course, cost me pinkeye chronic, but are part of the job and the cost of fame.
was exciting slogans, the hymns, the exaltation, the obscenities, cherries, fights clean clubbed, tear gas, stoning, jail, courts of menthol. Involved
to pressure the government to declare by decree the day he lost his first baby tooth legendary estimated and remembered democratic revolutionary leader Fidel Chávez Gadhafi
As traditionally marks the Carnival before Lent, organize the association with other pro-week carnival, where he asked for a decree requiring boys age 18 to spend a week in the red zone and enjoying dancing with the girls to scare the meat (meat-it) so you can start properly religious celebration, death and resurrection of our Lord, as customary in most developed countries, because here there is danced samba. We strive
quite successfully to repeal the decree giving day off the day celebrating the visit of a U.S. president, because, as it turned its way through the story was sad and damaging to the world, all for the oil wars that broke out, but thinking carefully, forcing it to develop a matrix energy based on solar and wind energy. Me hize
famous, and every demonstration, I was an unfailing character, then ...
All aid budgets, with institutions whose legal basis was claimed to minority groups, were dwindling, some disappeared because governments and laws implemented, they were met all the demands, now, really, no have much effect, but belong to some, its levels are reduced and minimum call
finish this story realized that the young passer was gone and that maybe he was talking to myself all the time to digress from their experience activist .... He walked to board the metro-bus that will take her home north of the capital ...
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
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Tuesday, March 15, 2011
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the weekend, while watching the weather on TVE, the glasses I thought I had played a trick. Were giving the time would in Álava and I assure you that had the appearance of rain throughout least one bald perfectly defined. I thought the Junta de Castilla y León mounted it differently: it rains throughout the island except Basque geographical Álava surrounded on all sides which is the county of Treviño.
But it was not a spot of my glasses, it was true. Carefully enough that you see the video that appears on this page just below the weather map. In the second 20, we see how the animation rain stops in county boundaries.
is final, in Castile and Leon do witchcraft and when it rains all Álava, they keep the floor dry. By them.
Monday, March 14, 2011
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Achúcarro's wife is a pianist
Emma Jimenez Consorte
Joaquin Achúcarro
The music inhabits the first floor of the house. There are four pianos and a lot of trophies and medals Achúcarro Joaquin has received throughout his career as a pianist. Emma Jimenez is his companion and more critical. She also lives with current music and not just through the hands of her husband.
- When were you born?
- In 1940, in Sestao. This past year was that of the zeros: celebrate 50 years of marriage Our son turned 40, I 70 ...
- How did you meet?
- agree piano class for two or three seasons. Joaquin is 7 years older. I must have 12 or 13 and he had already won a competition in Italy. Then I went to Vienna, Salzburg ... We got married. Then, in the 60, two pianists were racing hard and it was unthinkable that a married woman will be traveling alone. So I stopped.
- Do you weigh?
- Nothing. A few years ago, a journalist aggressively feminist, as unfortunately the circumstances do you wanted to interview me about women who had sacrificed themselves for their husbands. I told her she had wrong profile. I have not sacrificed anything. It was my decision. I devote myself to the piano brought more than I took off. Live piano by Joaquín. He plays it, but I live with the same intensity. We discussed a lot ...
- What about music?
- We must discuss todo.Él they say 'Here comes the reduction Paca. "
- Why?
- When you touch him, as if touched me and I realize I should cheer him up.
- It only talks about their mistakes?
- Yes, and he says I'm his worst critic. But I know, I am just as professional and I have ideas that can help. Music is an art and it's all subjective. You can have an aesthetic own and be as valid as another. There is no way to know the truth. A score is a role, no sound, and builds on it.
- You mean you do not know what the composer heard in his head?
- Composer Joaquín gives what's called 'road map', very detailed, how he goes from here to there. Then, how is the landscape, if you upload a port, the curves of the road ... they are negotiated by the interpreter. Respect the creator
- A never-before-performed work can be unrecognizable with different musicians?
- may be because for very specific it is, is imperfect. Now there is so much competition, youth, attention, often do things that nobody has done. It is fashionable to change the music without respect for the tradition to stand where the composer says that running or very strong where it says piano. You have to respect the creator, his school, his time.
- much depends on the interpreter, then.
- And he is so reviled ... A Joaquin and I are passionate about music, and I argue with vehemence. The discussion leads to have a good time. If someone admires my husband, I am.
- How does the testing?
- Joaquin has two lives: the concert and the professor at Dallas. Accepted because it gave her full freedom. That does not exist here. In America, when things are very interested in the offer is irresistible. He insisted for three years. They offered everything one can dream. Is professor for all purposes, but has the absolute freedom of having the students you want, go wherever and do whatever he wants.
- How tested?
- There, from 6.30 until it can no more night. All around the piano. No holiday but as he likes so much what I do ... There I go, shuffling back.
- Is it tired?
- We had the pool every month and this must be combined with other trips: Australia, Japan, China, Europe ... A life on the road to heaven. All office work, secretarial ... I coordinate everything.
- Do you take decisions for him?
- Yes
- Rejects concert without asking?
- also. The important thing we talked about it, but if I have to make a decision I take. And he accepts it.
- Trust in you.
- If after 50 years had no confidence, forget it.
- What time do they work?
- We're in 2012-13. Barely alive today.
- Are there agendas market within two years?
- Yes, and if not, the iPhone. I kept a spiral notebook with such a picture of a grandchild on the cover or a puppet of 'Bugs Bunny'. I like school notebooks. He asks me where it goes what to play, in which hotel you stay ... sometimes go on a trip with no idea what to do.
"There pianos treacherous"
- repeat hotels and restaurants?
- The hotel puts the organization and we are going to the tavern. If you eat in the hotel, do not know which country you are.
- How to choose the repertoire?
- In principle, it wants it. They are great composers, masterpieces. It is very tempting to stay in it. If orchestral, propose a work or ask him what he wants.
- What modern music?
- The bossa nova and jazz, we like it we die. We send many plays home to see if he can play, but the problem is time. Binding contracts and must be perfect what you have to play.
- How important is the piano?
- Sure, some are treacherous. You hit the keys as you must, but does not sound like it should and creates much anxiety.
- Are you still good?
- Yes Our house is us. We are together all day. Might think laziness to catch a plane, but nor do I approach it. This is the life I chose.
- can you tell if he is blind who is the piano?
- I think so. A great pianist, Martin Schnabl, said that music is the silence between notes. At home I have someone who travels very well the silence between notes. Admit there a Joaquín.
Pucñicado en El Correo, 13/3/11 .
La foto es de Gabriela Barnuevo. 
Emma Jimenez Consorte
Joaquin Achúcarro
"When you touch it, is as touching me"
The music inhabits the first floor of the house. There are four pianos and a lot of trophies and medals Achúcarro Joaquin has received throughout his career as a pianist. Emma Jimenez is his companion and more critical. She also lives with current music and not just through the hands of her husband.
- When were you born?
- In 1940, in Sestao. This past year was that of the zeros: celebrate 50 years of marriage Our son turned 40, I 70 ...
- How did you meet?
- agree piano class for two or three seasons. Joaquin is 7 years older. I must have 12 or 13 and he had already won a competition in Italy. Then I went to Vienna, Salzburg ... We got married. Then, in the 60, two pianists were racing hard and it was unthinkable that a married woman will be traveling alone. So I stopped.
- Do you weigh?
- Nothing. A few years ago, a journalist aggressively feminist, as unfortunately the circumstances do you wanted to interview me about women who had sacrificed themselves for their husbands. I told her she had wrong profile. I have not sacrificed anything. It was my decision. I devote myself to the piano brought more than I took off. Live piano by Joaquín. He plays it, but I live with the same intensity. We discussed a lot ...
- What about music?
- We must discuss todo.Él they say 'Here comes the reduction Paca. "
- Why?
- When you touch him, as if touched me and I realize I should cheer him up.
- It only talks about their mistakes?
- Yes, and he says I'm his worst critic. But I know, I am just as professional and I have ideas that can help. Music is an art and it's all subjective. You can have an aesthetic own and be as valid as another. There is no way to know the truth. A score is a role, no sound, and builds on it.
- You mean you do not know what the composer heard in his head?
- Composer Joaquín gives what's called 'road map', very detailed, how he goes from here to there. Then, how is the landscape, if you upload a port, the curves of the road ... they are negotiated by the interpreter. Respect the creator
- A never-before-performed work can be unrecognizable with different musicians?
- may be because for very specific it is, is imperfect. Now there is so much competition, youth, attention, often do things that nobody has done. It is fashionable to change the music without respect for the tradition to stand where the composer says that running or very strong where it says piano. You have to respect the creator, his school, his time.
- much depends on the interpreter, then.
- And he is so reviled ... A Joaquin and I are passionate about music, and I argue with vehemence. The discussion leads to have a good time. If someone admires my husband, I am.
- How does the testing?
- Joaquin has two lives: the concert and the professor at Dallas. Accepted because it gave her full freedom. That does not exist here. In America, when things are very interested in the offer is irresistible. He insisted for three years. They offered everything one can dream. Is professor for all purposes, but has the absolute freedom of having the students you want, go wherever and do whatever he wants.
- How tested?
- There, from 6.30 until it can no more night. All around the piano. No holiday but as he likes so much what I do ... There I go, shuffling back.
- Is it tired?
- We had the pool every month and this must be combined with other trips: Australia, Japan, China, Europe ... A life on the road to heaven. All office work, secretarial ... I coordinate everything.
- Do you take decisions for him?
- Yes
- Rejects concert without asking?
- also. The important thing we talked about it, but if I have to make a decision I take. And he accepts it.
- Trust in you.
- If after 50 years had no confidence, forget it.
- What time do they work?
- We're in 2012-13. Barely alive today.
- Are there agendas market within two years?
- Yes, and if not, the iPhone. I kept a spiral notebook with such a picture of a grandchild on the cover or a puppet of 'Bugs Bunny'. I like school notebooks. He asks me where it goes what to play, in which hotel you stay ... sometimes go on a trip with no idea what to do.
"There pianos treacherous"
- repeat hotels and restaurants?
- The hotel puts the organization and we are going to the tavern. If you eat in the hotel, do not know which country you are.
- How to choose the repertoire?
- In principle, it wants it. They are great composers, masterpieces. It is very tempting to stay in it. If orchestral, propose a work or ask him what he wants.
- What modern music?
- The bossa nova and jazz, we like it we die. We send many plays home to see if he can play, but the problem is time. Binding contracts and must be perfect what you have to play.
- How important is the piano?
- Sure, some are treacherous. You hit the keys as you must, but does not sound like it should and creates much anxiety.
- Are you still good?
- Yes Our house is us. We are together all day. Might think laziness to catch a plane, but nor do I approach it. This is the life I chose.
- can you tell if he is blind who is the piano?
- I think so. A great pianist, Martin Schnabl, said that music is the silence between notes. At home I have someone who travels very well the silence between notes. Admit there a Joaquín.
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ELEMENTS THAT MAKE THE MOVEMENT OF CITIZEN PARTICIPATION IN THE REPUBLIC OF EL SALVADOR.
1. CURRENT SITUATION
The current situation of the country, must be seen in perspective affected by decisions and past events in which different actors converged optical and different ideological approaches to joint or structure, to a greater or lesser extent have been assigned to the Salvador specific characteristics, which give context this document.
So now three years since the victory of President Funes and the FMLN, are the following:
A. PUBLIC FINANCE
The difference between current revenue and current expenditure of the state has been in deficit and balance has been achieved through the sale of state assets and through loans. It is a fact. The transcendent in our time is that this dispute has become unsustainable because it has exhausted the capacity to provide and the economic crisis has not allowed the increase of revenues through taxes.
This has led to a situation of financial stress, which can only be solved in two ways: increasing revenue and reducing costs. Public policy carried
as irrelevant, and grossly excessive, the situation becomes untenable.
The disappearance of monetary policy by dollarization increases the crisis is notable worsening in all economic spheres of society.
B.
early capitalism capitalism as a mode of production developed in the country since the nineteenth century, our economy was integrated into global capitalism and has suffered from cyclical downturns that this system suffers.
is currently the predominant mode of production, but operates on a delayed and that its development has had to resort to the protection and corrupt practices and the state. This has reduced the competitive sector in the international environment.
application is considered and promotes sector reengineering to streamline production processes to speed up production in the capitalist mode so that it can be effective subject and contribute to the development of the majority, whether through taxes or as job .
C. LATE OLIGARCHY
oligarchic class has historically been characterized by being exclusive, intolerant and unjust.
should denounce and combat practice with the instruments available the legal framework to minimize the damage applied to the consolidation of democracy.
D. SOCIAL CHAOS
There two separate research papers that respond to this harsh reality, conscious movement, it includes in its views and ideological orientations, the magnitude of this phenomenon and how it affects the peace and development, which is powered by conditions of inequality, injustice and marginalization of much of the conglomerate in the nation.
The causes, consequences, and its solution are part of the vision of the movement.
2. DEFINITION OF CITIZEN PARTICIPATION
is a movement political non-partisan foundation that is citizen participation in issues that concern him politically, socially and economically.
Its central axis of the individual, socially integrated, which deserves to live in dignity.
consider diversity in society, we deny the forced egalitarianism, but foster equity as a principle.
The movement is to eliminate the oppression of the current system, one where society in order to make the values \u200b\u200bof coexistence, mutual respect and satisfying their needs.
Opposes unfair practices, exploitative and corrupt state task. Declared
democratic with emphasis on participatory democracy.
With a comprehensive development vision, putting the individual at the center, in harmony with the environment, based on optimizing use of natural resources.
Opposes development based on growth and unbridled consumerism.
Finally, an indefatigable declares think tank where it is analyzed, discussed and finalized aspects of national life in all areas, trying to guide the common citizen to promote the individual's political consciousness.
3. ROADMAP
A. CONSTITUTIONAL
respect to the frame Constitution should be the beginning of all the contributions that can be included and will be aimed at strengthening democracy, with emphasis on the implementation of participatory democracy, the legal system to focus the welfare común.Que reduce the gap between rich and poor.
B. IDEOLOGICAL PRINCIPLES
DEMOCRACY DIGNITY
DEVELOPMENT
C. Think Tank
By technical analysis and careful studies in order to constitute an intellectual capital to help enrich the strengthening of democracy Participatory nation.
4. QUALITIES OF MILITANT
A. PRODUCED BY THE PRINCIPLES OF MOTION
ANALYTICAL
CRITICAL
PRAGMATIC
STRICTLY ORTHODOX
B. GROWN BY SECULAR EDUCATION
HONEST
LEAL
BOLD
INTREPID
C. PRODUCED BY THE SOCIAL CONSCIOUSNESS
DREAMER
tireless researcher
tireless reader
intolerant of corruption
5. PRIORITY ACTIVITIES
A.
LEGAL Orient our efforts to protect children, presenting draft legislation in order to promote their health, education and care of children
Protection worker and field worker, through effective implementation of the code labor and other laws to protect him. A fair wage policy that meets the basic needs of working families.
Present initiative to ensure compliance with the constitutional mandate of the so-called universal compensation.
B. Promote
ENVIRONMENTAL bills aimed at protecting the environment, as well as measures to prevent environmental degradation and socialize private gain this damage caused by the privatization.
Influence the respective ministry to change the energy matrix, akin to preserve the national environment deteriorated since.
Protest and direct action to avoid building more hydroelectric dams.
C. FISCAL
Promote mechanisms to increase the tax base, including the applicability of the informal sector of the economy.
Promote the implementation of value added tax differential to plus percentage levy luxury goods and luxury.
promote the application of capital tax at a rate that does not affect production costs and private sector development.
D. POLICIES
In the medium term, development-oriented policy of the country and desire to strengthen democratic practices, we must direct actions at least the following points:
Change in the Constitution to include the plebiscite or some other legal mechanism to increase direct participatory democracy. This tool also promote the inclusion of citizens on matters critical and fundamental, is the maturity of the citizen political practice.
Change in the Constitution to declare the land, health and education as social interest, and thus have the necessary tools of state intervention in the case of promoting development, equity and justice. All within the framework of the law
As other countries and practiced by successful companies will be plausible that a plebiscite be promoted through a constitutional reform to frame reelection, for as the nation's history has given track the government's plans are interrupted by the alternation in the exercise of executive power.
Submit a plebiscite and promote a constitutional amendment to define the retention or elimination of the armed forces ahead of the global situation, current and anticipated tasks of this institution in the state's role, but mainly to optimization of the scarce resources.
A change in this sense does not obey political aspects supporters, or revanchism and traditional views, but the pragmatism of world politics and commitment to peace must prevail in society.
ELEMENTS THAT MAKE THE MOVEMENT OF CITIZEN PARTICIPATION IN THE REPUBLIC OF EL SALVADOR.
1. CURRENT SITUATION
The current situation of the country, must be seen in perspective affected by decisions and past events in which different actors converged optical and different ideological approaches to joint or structure, to a greater or lesser extent have been assigned to the Salvador specific characteristics, which give context this document.
So now three years since the victory of President Funes and the FMLN, are the following:
A. PUBLIC FINANCE
The difference between current revenue and current expenditure of the state has been in deficit and balance has been achieved through the sale of state assets and through loans. It is a fact. The transcendent in our time is that this dispute has become unsustainable because it has exhausted the capacity to provide and the economic crisis has not allowed the increase of revenues through taxes.
This has led to a situation of financial stress, which can only be solved in two ways: increasing revenue and reducing costs. Public policy carried
as irrelevant, and grossly excessive, the situation becomes untenable.
The disappearance of monetary policy by dollarization increases the crisis is notable worsening in all economic spheres of society.
B.
early capitalism capitalism as a mode of production developed in the country since the nineteenth century, our economy was integrated into global capitalism and has suffered from cyclical downturns that this system suffers.
is currently the predominant mode of production, but operates on a delayed and that its development has had to resort to the protection and corrupt practices and the state. This has reduced the competitive sector in the international environment.
application is considered and promotes sector reengineering to streamline production processes to speed up production in the capitalist mode so that it can be effective subject and contribute to the development of the majority, whether through taxes or as job .
C. LATE OLIGARCHY
oligarchic class has historically been characterized by being exclusive, intolerant and unjust.
should denounce and combat practice with the instruments available the legal framework to minimize the damage applied to the consolidation of democracy.
D. SOCIAL CHAOS
There two separate research papers that respond to this harsh reality, conscious movement, it includes in its views and ideological orientations, the magnitude of this phenomenon and how it affects the peace and development, which is powered by conditions of inequality, injustice and marginalization of much of the conglomerate in the nation.
The causes, consequences, and its solution are part of the vision of the movement.
2. DEFINITION OF CITIZEN PARTICIPATION
is a movement political non-partisan foundation that is citizen participation in issues that concern him politically, socially and economically.
Its central axis of the individual, socially integrated, which deserves to live in dignity.
consider diversity in society, we deny the forced egalitarianism, but foster equity as a principle.
The movement is to eliminate the oppression of the current system, one where society in order to make the values \u200b\u200bof coexistence, mutual respect and satisfying their needs.
Opposes unfair practices, exploitative and corrupt state task. Declared
democratic with emphasis on participatory democracy.
With a comprehensive development vision, putting the individual at the center, in harmony with the environment, based on optimizing use of natural resources.
Opposes development based on growth and unbridled consumerism.
Finally, an indefatigable declares think tank where it is analyzed, discussed and finalized aspects of national life in all areas, trying to guide the common citizen to promote the individual's political consciousness.
3. ROADMAP
A. CONSTITUTIONAL
respect to the frame Constitution should be the beginning of all the contributions that can be included and will be aimed at strengthening democracy, with emphasis on the implementation of participatory democracy, the legal system to focus the welfare común.Que reduce the gap between rich and poor.
B. IDEOLOGICAL PRINCIPLES
DEMOCRACY DIGNITY
DEVELOPMENT
C. Think Tank
By technical analysis and careful studies in order to constitute an intellectual capital to help enrich the strengthening of democracy Participatory nation.
4. QUALITIES OF MILITANT
A. PRODUCED BY THE PRINCIPLES OF MOTION
ANALYTICAL
CRITICAL
PRAGMATIC
STRICTLY ORTHODOX
B. GROWN BY SECULAR EDUCATION
HONEST
LEAL
BOLD
INTREPID
C. PRODUCED BY THE SOCIAL CONSCIOUSNESS
DREAMER
tireless researcher
tireless reader
intolerant of corruption
5. PRIORITY ACTIVITIES
A.
LEGAL Orient our efforts to protect children, presenting draft legislation in order to promote their health, education and care of children
Protection worker and field worker, through effective implementation of the code labor and other laws to protect him. A fair wage policy that meets the basic needs of working families.
Present initiative to ensure compliance with the constitutional mandate of the so-called universal compensation.
B. Promote
ENVIRONMENTAL bills aimed at protecting the environment, as well as measures to prevent environmental degradation and socialize private gain this damage caused by the privatization.
Influence the respective ministry to change the energy matrix, akin to preserve the national environment deteriorated since.
Protest and direct action to avoid building more hydroelectric dams.
C. FISCAL
Promote mechanisms to increase the tax base, including the applicability of the informal sector of the economy.
Promote the implementation of value added tax differential to plus percentage levy luxury goods and luxury.
promote the application of capital tax at a rate that does not affect production costs and private sector development.
D. POLICIES
In the medium term, development-oriented policy of the country and desire to strengthen democratic practices, we must direct actions at least the following points:
Change in the Constitution to include the plebiscite or some other legal mechanism to increase direct participatory democracy. This tool also promote the inclusion of citizens on matters critical and fundamental, is the maturity of the citizen political practice.
Change in the Constitution to declare the land, health and education as social interest, and thus have the necessary tools of state intervention in the case of promoting development, equity and justice. All within the framework of the law
As other countries and practiced by successful companies will be plausible that a plebiscite be promoted through a constitutional reform to frame reelection, for as the nation's history has given track the government's plans are interrupted by the alternation in the exercise of executive power.
Submit a plebiscite and promote a constitutional amendment to define the retention or elimination of the armed forces ahead of the global situation, current and anticipated tasks of this institution in the state's role, but mainly to optimization of the scarce resources.
A change in this sense does not obey political aspects supporters, or revanchism and traditional views, but the pragmatism of world politics and commitment to peace must prevail in society.
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