Sunday, May 22, 2011

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# NOLESVOTES

writing is not a partisan, not a radical manifesto. You ask, claim what is ours. Require that represent us properly. We have to make a vow "useful" and that every vote is valuable, in any manner whatsoever. I hope people go to vote and start the change, or continue with, rather. It's time to change PPSOE for your area there will be parts that may represent you better than these two, and if the final vote for him to choose one of two that is at your own risk and knowing what you do.
From here my sincere support for REAL DEMOCRACY NOW, to all the people who are camping in the different cities are not alone in Madrid, the movement has reached to Orihuela (Orihuela Mr. and souls of right ..) there may seem at first that there are few people and yes, physically it is. It is SOL. But if you go into the group and discuss with those present see all the gestures of people who have been going and donating food, drinks and other aid. Paella unexpected kind bakers, cafes and warm smiles every time he passed the local police WATCH EVERY 10 MINUTES!! As if we were to do something wrong .. You realize that "officially" can not be there, because they are in a town where what people say is very important. They do not realize that unity is strength and this can not be stopped.
End and saying that I hope the English come out to vote for change in politics, social change, a change in our mindset. Because everything is to achieve, we have no fear, we are on the street, we will where necessary.
Regards and good luck.

Monday, May 16, 2011

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Stand by

That's the word, because I have not gone through any of the blogs that I follow in time, almost as much as I have been slow to return to mine. Not if I could be laziness or binge that gave me the weeks prior to reading web sites that I said ENOUGH nonsense up here. And again when I get out of the balls. My most sincere apologies, as There are people who deserve to be read and that will soon come to pry into their lives bloguianas. Those who read me you would have to thank me, for letting you hold a time without my ewes and musings on the sleepless nights. So for an indefinite period (from this afternoon until You go know when ..) I retreat to reflect on the bars of the bars and the beach sunny day when time permits me. Return to microstories, these are followed and scribiend but do not hang around here, cheesy poems, malicious statements, obscene and morbid thoughts policy .. Until then .. Good luck! While starting the week
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boredom going on instincts
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what you want and I will plug in

Sunday, May 15, 2011

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A taste misunderstood.


Beyond the recreational and sports, soccer is a pleasure: a feast for the eyes and especially for the soul. The letters and the ball not even seem to be fought, it is well known that football "professional" is a business but that business is more rooted in the idiosyncrasies of the people, soccer is an indispensable part of contemporary cultural understanding. For the primary playfulness have always been lousy football, the stadium definitely is not mine, but few things can excite me more than this business culpable misunderstood. If you lose you suffer, if you win explode, so it's a passion, he suffers. True passion commercial football is off the pitch, the players do not suffer if they lose, most play for money and if the payroll is in your account the penalties disappear.

The Mexican soccer am fan of Pumas UNAM, why be a cougar? Am puma by tradition and began to grow to be puma for consistency. I'm not the type of fan who goes every fortnight to the stadium, much less one who sees the games on TV every week, I use my shirt only on special occasions and yes, criticize the team if necessary, but many call me Villamelon there is love for a few colors, for an institution, a tradition most of the past.

No words can describe this feeling guilty, football is entertainment, football is opium, soccer distracts people from the revolution and especially football is a mafia, but all this is a product of capitalism, and few things unite and secrete more than the football. The football, at least in Mexico, has nothing to do with ideology, I know Americanist socialist chivistas reactionary chauvinist and pumas. That's the magic of football, the world's most beautiful contradiction.

And in a week of new outbreaks, cougars will win. While in Mexico, be champions business is low. The fans deserve more than this, that is the quantum step from the European leagues and the Americans, nothing is sadder than two champions in one year.

football in Mexico has no accent.

Monday, May 9, 2011

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Janus


The heart of the earth idyllic ride through forests

Feel the wind strength, fast and
Rider libertine!
Following
back off and was bleeding a long way
Red on Green points out, live
fluid
Passage In other hearts have to gallop
determined:
herded with noble
arteries that carry Al ferus
Y the inferior vena cava
foothold in the stirrup. Laten
Finding
avid air near the target blood stem
That marked
fine strokes in red. Aortic valves
dream and propel
ductive Oxygen
Y sighs aorta
In this heart of mine! Happy and exhausted


triumphs and the locus of the mediastinum in
That heart has come
In trot fast and sneaky.
left behind all other
and accurate step and felt pleasant

Conquest this land that others have traveled.
opens a landscape in my chest and rests among flowers
tended surreal
The rider who rides horses
Light and airy.

rests on a bed of verse, Lord of the forest
fruitive;
lulls you with soft murmurs
This brings soul river.
And in the silence of the night sky behold
While lying,
You will see written in the stars
These lines have emerged there.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

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Litany of my faults - Guadalupe "Pita" Amor (Tribute to the forgotten muse)


A 11 years after his encounter with death.

Guadalupe "Pita" Amor was born in 1918, was the last daughter of Emmanuel Love Suverbielle and Schmidtlein Carolina García Teruel , members of the aristocracy of the city porfiriana of Mexico and declining "consummate" the revolution. Pita was the typical girl shocking and odious that always exists in any social circle. Owner

an impressive culture and an unusual beauty that led him to be an actress and model photographers and painters such as Diego Rivera outstanding (the image for this entry is a portrait of Pita made by him in 1940) and Raul Anguiano , Guadalupe Schidtlein Love was all a prima donna who initiated relationships with leading intellectual aristocracy of the mid-twentieth century , people like Paul Picasso, Salvador Dalí , Diego Frida , Mary Felix, Luis Buñuel , Gabriela Mistral Juan Jose Arreola , Salvador Novo, Juan Rulfo and Alfonso Reyes frequented his house, was also a lover of Pablo Neruda and literary enemy ever (to my taste) overvalued Octavio Paz.

Pita Amor's poetry metaphysical poetry was a direct, pessimistic and provocatiba , typical of a diva lover of writers, painters and bullfighters. His work shows a clear influence of Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, Luis de Gongora , Francisco de Quevedo , Juan de la Cruz and Jorge Manrique , today I will show my favorite work of this great muse.

Litany of my faults - Guadalupe Love

'm vain, despotic, blasphemous,
Pride, proud, ungrateful, disdainful, yet retain
rose complexion.
The fire of hell burn me.
cut glass is my system.
I'm egotistical, cold and violent.
I break fragile as a butterfly.
I myself have built my curse.
I'm perverse, evil, vindictive.
is given my blood and fugitive.
My thoughts are very moody. My dreams of sin
are nocturnal.
I'm hysterical, crazy crazy, but eternity
and sentenced.

Shakespeare called me cool / Lope de Vega infinite / Calderón, witch cursed / And Fray Luis the Bishop; / Quevedo, great immortal / Y Góngora the contrite. / Sor Juana nun unheard / and the mayoral Becquer. / Rubén Darío , hemorrhage, / The Enchantress of magic. / Machado, the mind-boggling. / Villaurrutia , alienating / García Lorca , the grandiose. / And I called the Goddess!

The creator of Disney 68, Elena Poniatowska wrote on Pita:

" A Pita always difficult to adapt to the world, was always the voice that isolates choir in the city, within family, including six sisters and one brother Chepe, in Monterrey internship did not last and where not endured at the College of the Sacred Heart. He could never get away from herself to truly love another, the only delivery was able to consummate delivery itself. Too much in love with him, others interested him only insofar that the reflected, were but a narcissistic gratification .
In the midst of their trips to the Cabaret Leda Pita Amor occurred suddenly and to the general astonishment his first book of poetry, I am my home. Don Alfonso Reyes immediately sponsored a Pita: "(...) And no odious comparisons, here is a mythological event." It
contradictory that this woman who did not let up in their quest of scandal and left naked at midnight at the Paseo de la Reforma, in her mink coat , announcing the river of cars: "I am the queen of the night "back in morning at his apartment on River Street Duero and solitude of bed to write on the bag of bread and eyebrow pencil "
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Pita died on May 8, 2000 at his home in Mexico City alone, neglected, abandoned and their works gathering dust on the shelves of bookstores Donceles. She died with her past and especially the pleasure of being Guadalupe "Pita" Amor, the latest muse and diva, now forgotten.

Friday, May 6, 2011

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Entry 68-43 years of that in May ..




68, before 69 after 67 ...

As post-modern dweller neoliberal planet is inevitable not to be moved to speak, write or think about this year, perhaps failed, perhaps useless, but at least it was something. In France youth of 68 was reading Sartre, Camus and his estranged short skirt girls "were released" with Simone de Beauvoir, the boys abandoned the family tradition, both dreamed and fell in love with the chanson française, made the love after learning that sex is revolutionary, Reich made them feel.

The Cuban Revolution had taught them that the ahistorical facts are possible, had the beach under the cobblestones. "Liberté toujours" is smoked Gauloises while cursing and complaining about the system of old, goodbye De Gaulle. Blood ran in the barricades of the Latin Quarter, young-old reactionary as ever stopping the movement.

Although gray also had come to Marxism, supportive young people were singing the Internationale, the barricades closing the street but open the road. It began to dream and idealistic and utopian that air mixed with the peculiar smell of Paris Paris not only perceived, it declared a state of permanent happiness, the poets took the city and knew that anything was possible, the policy was also subject personal. Banning

life ban was changed to transform the society of gray concrete, life was beyond red and the girls were more beautiful every day ...

But anyway, was not achieved aHistory and now that May has gray hair.

Ceux qui font les
Révolutions à moitié ne font that a tombeau Creuse. - Painting in the Latin Quarter.


Translation: Those who make revolutions by halves do but dig their own graves.



Today we must act ...

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

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Eyelid boreal thresholds open in a timeless face. One eye cries the past, the other longs that future utopian ideal. We come to be, a deep wound in the middle of the forehead, are blood flowing, dynamic, present ...

Ontario Hunting License.



first thing I remember feeling it was his breath. Then, look at the neck.
The inevitable nervous sweat began to explore the ways usual on my body to end up where ever.
tried to simulate in my insides a halo of stability, integrity and self-confidence, even know myself discovered.
Mas is the only look that I know, the one that breaks the surface and destroy my walls with ease plays irritating.
And then, as always. The sense-certainty of being seen in a deplorable condition and attitude, understood, pretending that it is dropped on account of their being discovered, and even more pathetic, daring to convince himself of it.
is to be the last in hiding and have chosen the worst and most predictable of hiding, is to be the tortoise in a game where you have to run for free.
He knows he has won. I knew from the outset.
never had the opportunity to break free, because I never wanted to hide from him.
In the end, always wanted to find me.
I hope while I'm exposed, vulnerable and visible to his desire to win.
And a moan escapes my lips, almost an accomplice, while I hear him tell the mischief of the hunter who goes in search of easier prey.
He will always know where to look.

Monday, May 2, 2011

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La Mort des amants (The Death of the lovers) - Charles Baudelaire


Poetry necrophiliac, poésie Necrophile.

La Mort des Amants

We shall have beds full of odors, light
couches deep as tombs,
And strange flowers on shelves,
blossomed for us Under more beautiful heavens.

Exercising at will their last heats,
Our two hearts will be two immense torches
Who
reflect their double light In our two souls, those twin mirrors.

An evening made of rose and mystic blue,
We exchange a single flash
Like a long sob, charged with farewells;

And later an Angel, opening doors, will come to revive
, fidèle et joyeux, Les miroirs ternis et
flammes les mortes.


The Death of Lovers We

a bed of soft smells,
couches deep as tombs,

and stems and flower vases will give us the strange aromas
under dawns purer.

Our hearts, loving stubbornness,
will torch the flame of his season:
two twin flames are your soul and mine, watching mirror
the eternal shore. Lightning

single spark beautiful, mystical
an afternoon of blue and pink, we
farewell, crying, sobbing. Then

an angel, opening doors, mirrors
murky and stagnant waters, shivering with joy
rise.


Le Fleurs du Mal, Baudelaire

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Opium p'al

Asleep each in our own welfare state. On the eve of the Revolution that lies ahead, with eyes closed to not see around us.
bells ring, time to go to church. Time to bust out lies to be out of place, feeling away from you.
Because I do not need something to believe, I have my own ego and your silhouette sylph. I do not want salvation right or option when you reach the final trial, I'll be laughing from my grave, or perhaps to touch the balls back from the beyond, what I want ... Seeing the misery
member of our time is turn my guts to see that nothing is done, to see that we do nothing, we do not want to do anything. We
era of conformity, consumerism hypocritical society of posh punks with colored crests and expensive perfume, new Nazis, much fool. Virgin
me to stay as I am! my grandmother would not even lived. But I do not believe in more virgins than those who have yet to open the legs enough.
This is a hell of which we are complicit, all. Accomplices to vote in a sham democracy imposed on us from above. Corrupt politicians tied hand and foot by the banks named capital and entrepreneurs. Ancient institutions stand complicit obsolete and false, complicit in letting us play at your leisure ...
But do not worry because I live in fucking with a plasma TV in the living room and a hot dish for lunch with my two races and the road Standing in the folder. For what to look for a better future if I can allow red eyes on a Friday night ...
phenomenal live in a country of shit jobs, employers fascists and operators of underground economy and job insecurity.
and not suffer for the children to starve while they do not at the door of my house, I do not mind the screams of terror of a young woman about to be raped by her "husband" or slaps hurt me aguantais that more than one out of fear is not that macho shit.
I feel very safe under my flowers and crisp linens fat cows. Here dreams are always hot and humid, occasionally disturbed by a surfeit of greed and occasional disappointment.
And swatting flies and watching the hours go by I enjoy in my corner, away from the news, rejoicing in my microclimate, avoiding contamination by trash who is not me, hiding from the truth, drowning my sorrows in football passion crowds, executioner of truths, OPIUM of the people ...
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for whom he has not captured .. ironically goes ... no metais me in a sack but it deserves .. at all;)
that begin the week but not better.

Criticame on twitter .. @ Yojuank3

Thursday, April 28, 2011

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Pitusa (Sonnet)


No more or a little I think of your red lips,

beautiful reflection of our past ephemeral

proud of your memories smiling eyes distant

crisp shiny chrome steel.


Fly gray cloud, gray cloud fly very far,

will not want to see your shriveled snail

flight that will raise cries, rise

old aches and pains, though sad passenger.


my muse

Goodbye, goodbye lover

idealistic youth, farewell season inspiration;

love hurts, that was our last coffin.


You went and you took your image grullera,

raptor, inaccuracy Pitusa

coherent black quinceañeras passions.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

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Doles quiet (tango josemar)

such a little time

your flight, your

hurt me

words as the furrow

opening the land.


Doles

quiet in my silent heart,

force pulses,

my passions, my jealousy.


I envy you, it hurts your conversation

present

hurts my last lesson

and everything becomes a tango.


A tango such as

Goyeneche, unlike the

Creole

Gardel,

bandoneon pain.


You have

cynicism

you have my glory,

mine

suburb,

hopscotch player.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

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never seen her smile like that ... After stamping my head in the mirror in which we looked at every morning. After smashing the hopes and dreams of youth that still remained. After plucking all the daisies in the garden ... I never knew because he did, never know the truth. Just know that I keep getting letters from beyond hell. My lawyer and got my soul for my faith. I got this stupid grin in return for my heart. And look out the window looking for your body and only spotted the postman. A letter more ...
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my sky is broken with each of your words of love
falls to pieces as they fell to the legendary Gallic
grieve to see the clouds break
grieves the breeze blowing angrily
hurts to the soul of such weather
...



return to find the sun

Friday, April 22, 2011

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Heart Breastplate - Mario Benedetti

Today I have wanted to express with letters outside, I am filled with nostalgia. (Again, your fault, damn town, damn ghost woman)

Because I have you and not because you think

because the night is wide-eyed as the night goes
I say love because you have come
to pick up your
image and you're better than all your pictures
because you are pretty from the foot to the soul
because you are good from the soul to me because you hide
pride
sweet sweet little heart

armor because you're mine
because
are not mine because I look and I die I die
and worse if you do not look

love if you do not watch because you always


exist anywhere but where you want to exist
better because your mouth is and you have cold blood

I have to love love love I have to

but this wound hurt as two
if you look and you will not find

and although the night pass and I will have
and no.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

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Especially in April ...

Especially in April
wishes to ask birds, especially in April
seek your hands in my pockets, especially in April
remember your kisses alliterative,
those who did that forget the disappointment abusive. Especially in April

theft phrases Serrat,
especially in April and in this city
I have to accept my nostalgia ...

roses will not Sant Jordi , you're not here
and Holy Saturday.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

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The "writer" ridiculous.



Will write morbid by the need to save my soul?, Why I write this blog even though I have few readers and knowing that nobody really cares what can I say, Why am I so unsure of my lyrics?, why to run into the blank page I discovered that I am much less than projected others?. Sometimes life turns you off, is not underestimating me. Not mastered the syntax and occasionally I make damn language barbarism, took more than six novels that ended up being recycled to spend fifty pages. Final, the writer has only two sure things: kill the frustrating failure his own ego and lack of ego itself cause to continue writing, continue writing the only cause to continue believing in literary contests and more sad, that one day his work is recognized. I would say I write for myself, anyone who writes and publishes post-understood as the act of exposing your writing to someone else to read, it makes for comment. The writer ridiculous and contradictory rarest species on this planet, the blank page, fear and distrust to be published of his writings kill your ego, but for some strange reason is still writing and hoping to be published and recognized, perhaps the only way recovered your ego is very valid in the counsel of Camus, the writers have to be witnesses and screaming every time we can be in the best of our talent, who are in bondage. Talent damn word.

Will the moon lighting my nights necromancers?, "The sun will come out for a writer who discourages pseudo knowing that if you fail math can not go to college?

ants walk on the wall wearing their winter supplies, Duffy folded newly washed clothes, so cute is that shirt violet, is as bright as the flowers are kept jealously and hydrate within the porcelain vase given to him Jens last summer. Jens is a jerk, a piece of Christian who claims to know almost Parnassians Alexandrians do (sic). Written but broken lines, some twist and others will crumble if I knew math could explain the phenomenon. I plead ignorant mathematician who is tired of trying and failing, it is discouraging to know that mathematicians can take any of my texts and more or less comment on them, maybe that's why I had my hatred of rationalism.

PD - At least the black sheep are black.

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My life

My life, a way to go
a beautiful garden questions,
of mysterious answers.
of sweet and juicy companies
long and bitter drinks.

My life
A number of different matches that make
find me and I miss the crowd
or look between your legs

That is more than a destination,
more than just a final.
memories are beautiful, beautiful feelings
and much sea to swim.

This life is my way
is a destination you leave,
but we still have much to write
drink beer and wine
discover countless friends and many smiles
to create.
Meanwhile, we must go.


Sunday, April 17, 2011

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Microrellatos 2. Matilde

Because it was neither man nor wanted to be. Melena
wind, heels in hand and red lipstick. Generous cleavage, sunglasses, matching scarf and smile on his face. Today yes, today was going to become a woman.
It would not hide that bulge in the crotch anymore, I was sick of what had not given him more trouble in his life. I was ready to take the plunge.
- Matilde Sanchez Pozo, go to room 3.
Cada paso que le acercaba al quirófano era un paso más hacia la libertad, la alegría y la plenitud como mujer. Podría al fin disfrutar de su sexualidad sin miedo, sin trabas, sin su pene.
Nunca fue tan fácil desprenderse de algo tan suyo. Nunca antes la había visto sonreir así..

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Villa Buenaventura (Chapter 2)


Villa Buenaventura is a kind city-state (state in the aspect of our sovereignty and self-determination) I say sort because we are not a city, we have no laws or with a government that gives us the category of citizens, they're a nation, we have no leaders. Villa Buenaventura If we want to grow and succeed we need to open our markets to countries that still have state government and army military. We have no alignment with any ideology of state but we support and are supported by other towns or countries are not anarchists, most of them social-libertarian democracies evolved or growing states. Closed to the world at this time would be suicide, the EU objective is to consolidate our self-sufficiency in all aspects of community life, and get into food, energy, job creation and housing but still need the help of others in health, education and infrastructure. We are aware that the process is very slow, received external support provided they comply with our self-determination as a people and do not engage or invest directly in our community, in the absence of private means of production do not accept the direct involvement of multinational companies, but if we accept agreements with capitalist companies to satisfy demands of the community, for example, tractors and irrigation tools of our community are purchased from a Canadian supplier we sell 50 units at a cost of 40, when they know capitalists sus intenciones y desgraciadamente tenemos que ceder, para tener ese beneficio tendremos que renovar nuestra flota de tractores con la misma compañía cada 10 años, afortunadamente ellos le brindan capacitación gratuita a nuestros mecánicos encargados del mantenimiento del equipo agrícola y nos venden refacciones a bajo costo. Más o menos sucede lo mismo con las computadoras, una compañía japonesa nos vendió a buen precio un lote de 7500 equipos, repartimos un equipo a cada comunero mayor de 10 años, los equipos sobrantes fueron entregados a los Mezlernejos de educación inicial y otros fueron almacenados para posteriormente ser entregados a los comuneros cuando cumplan 10 años. Los equipos adquiridos son equipos desarmables and works with free software, the deal to acquire such equipment was simple, to be disassembled every year we have to buy new hardware upgrades, and computers are not obsolete and extend its life. In case of any damage we have technical specialists in these teams, we purchased large lots of parts that are there if needed, if a team is a total loss can be exchanged for a completely new one. With support from a German company developed our own web server, we have WiFi in almost every corner of our town and a home network in every home, supported by the German company was essentially training and technology that we had to buy, we manage the service and communication are our engineers who are responsible for that work, we have no kind of censorship against the media, everyone is responsible for providing the use you want.


This model of production of goods is not applied to all goods, all appliances in the district are made here (refrigerators, stoves that run on sunlight, microwaves and coffee makers), with our first major sale of agricultural products developed a large-scale industry that aimed to meet our needs and while serving as a resource to our community, exporting our products to other places. Previously, the appliances were imported, were generally second hand or were those we had before arriving here.


Villa Buenaventura about having a collective economy based on intellectual individualism of each person, to be similar in ideology have removed all authority: police, military, religion (not god, for each individual owns his metaphysics) we have also completed the private means of production and thus the money, poverty, unemployment and illiteracy have also disappeared. Cooperation is the main engine of our villa, we all act according to what we do, not forgetting our responsibilities to the community.

The money circulating there in Villa Buenaventura, all families, regardless of their core business, receive a voucher redeemable for food and daily consumables, each month are given another voucher redeemable for clothing, this is all based on the number of members of each family. The money still exists but only in the administration of the municipality as having links with other countries need physical support to make deals, a situation that only changed when the anarcho triumphs worldwide.

Friday, April 15, 2011

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The romantic Republic (At 80 years and one day of the Proclamation of the Second Spanish Republic)


Whenever I think of an ideal modern -utopian-romantic fantasy I remember that my ancestors, the English Republic II. It sounds the anthem of Irrigation and imagine the CNT marching through the streets of Barcelona where the proletarian poetry, justice, freedom and humanism triumphs over the bourgeoisie, especially obscurantism and may God s ... To the Barricades hear and the sky turns reddish -black children go to school modern Ferrer i Guardia, the men discussed those old speeches Pi i Maragall and women working towards their emancipation , I guess that was also what the old revolutionaries imagined before April 14, 1931, which is normal in the times of Alfonso XII and Miguel Primo de Rivera.

finally proclaimed the Republic and its legendary tricolor flag of the old Liberal triene commoner ever imagine banner depicted in this melancholy allegory of the English Republic painted by Teodoro Andreu (picture on this post). That utopia failed soon after and Alcalá-Zamora and Manuel Azaña dug his grave ... Revolution arrived in January and rising trying to establish national anarchist libertarian communism and the rest is history ... Discovered it was the same shit but now bourgeois "constitution and equality" instead of a crown.

civil war started feeling burned product of the phalanx, the Catholics and the capitalists fearful, you ended up losing the utopia that was already lost, all that remains of fantasy are those that want freedom, emancipation and justice and all that nostalgic feeling we feel when we read García Lorca or Machado or when we hear the Himno de Riego. Today

multi-pronged idealized longing that utopia we ever made, but the republic is nothing innovative (from someone who was born and live in a republic) and ensure no proletarian interests least leave or let sonar was why we fight for it in 1936. Best

a republic than a king, and Viva la FAI II English Republic!

Irrigation: the hymn to the gallows:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFYgsaf-xYc

Thursday, April 14, 2011

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Es hora de volver a empezar, de replantearnos cuál va a ser nuestro futuro, cómo queremos que sea y cómo vamos a llegar a él. Siempre veo las mismas caras alrededor, amigos, familiares, vecinos, todos con un componente común: la edad. Casi todos suelen superar la mayoría de edad. Pero ¿Dónde está the future? What about the children?
If anything characterizes us is our democratic republican, and that is why we must do something to our knowledge comes to everyone, even children. We are not a bunch of old red mad yearning for ancient times. We are a diverse group in age, sex and policy options and therefore we need to broaden the knowledge Republican. The more they know what was done, why and how, the better. We think it is necessary to form a society that is able to decide for themselves, to choose how they want to live, enough that we impose a state that does not represent us.
It is therefore our duty to send our dreams, hopes and ideals to the people, but especially children. It is necessary to know the values \u200b\u200bthat our forefathers fought and for which we are still struggling. We need to give youth the opportunity to learn something that is denied to late adolescence, when many drop out of the education system or have lost faith in him. No need to have a minimum age to know the Republic, as this is done by all and for all. The sooner you know, before you begin your questions, your thirst for knowledge. We live in an age of communication, use it to our advantage. Let's also take the experience of our elders, their anecdotes, the stories they heard from their parents. Let your mind awaken curiosity "aBorbonada" by the media and a "supposed" tradition. Let us help explain the benefits and possibilities of what we want Spain, this gentlemen, and excuse the expression, it is patriotism.
not seek to create members of any political party, just bring our history, chapter and verse to explain it and that when they hear Republic, know what it is, here we had, not once, but twice, and both were eradicated with two strokes of State, by force, forcing the people, subjecting them to his will. We seek to teach, not utopia. Freedom of choice, not imposition. Real democracy, not this farce that we wanted to sell. Think are good arguments to teach children, because we all want the best for them.
As teachers, we demand in our schools Republic, as contained in the curriculum or at least as a cross. As citizens exijámonos share our knowledge with them, answering questions or creándoselas ourselves, exercise their powers of reason and will know that there are alternatives to live. We refer only to the memorial days to spread the Republic, let us badges, pins, shirts, something representative to ask who does not know what we have and give us the option to respond and explain. But most importantly, have faith in the future, that future is our children, nieces and other village children.
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If anyone has any comments of constructive criticism, his contribution is welcome. The text is subject to change before it is officially read Saturday at the event. Health & REPUBLIC


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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Vermont Castings Intrepid

The people take to the streets.

is curious to observe and participate in / with the people (sic ) when you go out into the streets to shout their disagreements although many of them are ill-founded, and especially distorted grilleras . The purpose of today's march was to protest against the Labor Reform PRI-PAN to be carried to the full from Easter, most of us know and we are confident that will not happen, it would be absolutely absurd if approved, would pre-electioneering suicide of PRI and resurgence Broad Progressive Front. So the PAN, well Madero said this morning that the PRI frenta salvaguadar Labor Reform to Peña Nieto's victory in the 2012 elections. Neither PRI, PAN Ni, popular government! was the demand, we all know that is the proposal of the reform and citizen awareness is against it, the cheap imitation of Sarkozy arrived in Mexico and we know it will not be approved. The first

first steps of many "libertarians" is given in these "meetings", I reacquainted with beloved comrades had already half forgotten all in the same position as me, protesting but blending in with the borreguísmo . "The people of the abyss, fucking capitalism", a slogan that scream but failed to realize that we are far from libertarian protests, movements assembled little by little. We are many, many are up to the mother, the perfect time to start reporting, the only way the ideas triumph. is disappointing to see people you know have not the slightest idea that the proletariat, you know, hipsters , hauled, students who go through qualifying , ex-girlfriends -Ex-ex- red - now cronopios-fascists and their ecuaces famas (ok not), but in the end, do more, make more noise and now we need that ...

not looking for a revolution (damn word so complicated), we unify the people not only want to inform you that we all have something in common, we have the same enemy, capitalism, many of them still unknown.

Poetry yet hits the streets, not the actual proposal, but the people aware rises and can reveal ... Not a matter of policy positions is a matter of consistency with the general public, although most proletarian solidarity unknown the labor movement.

Play Hair Waxing Games

Future (pilot episode)

They tear my guts and heart as I like gushing blood boils and creates friendly monsters blackish skin and red eyes.
my lips are chapped and dry my voice as bird feathers caress the remains of the shadow that one day I came to be. Hair falls out and comes a mocking attitude simian face, wicked smile, sharp fangs and a bad host. All this for love.
- I got tired of swallowing hugs, flowers and caresses! farfullía the monster as he turned to push up on the trunk and the slogans cheered monstruillos Aramaic.
A stench arose from that rotten body, a living death of someone who wanted to be human. A man cursed in the reign of chaos ..
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- Grandfather and why vlvió crazy?
- As he saw his wife die and could do nothing
- And why did bad things?
- Because it was neither man nor wanted to be ..
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microstories, will be interspersed with songs, poetry, manifestos and other bullshit that I usually post .. The next will begin with the last sentence thereof.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Ap Biology Laboratory 5 Cell Respiration Write Up

Villa Buenaventura (Chapter 1) Companys


Today I start a series of small written about my society anarchist-communitarian ideal : Villa Buenaventura, named in honor of our great comrade Buenaventura Durruti and the hopeful meaning of his name.


Villa Buenaventura, 7 of the month 11 of year 3 of Schedule Libertarian.

"Without God, nor love, nor patterns ..."


Three years ago the revolution triumphed three years ago to stop running our blood on the battlefields, three years ago do not let them pass and pass us. I'm Noel León, Santillana Melchor used to call me, I used to write also because three years ago that all changed our names that we felt like it. Since there are no lineages and family lines, at age 18 you choose your first and last name but you can change as you please, at last here we all know who is who. It is not mandatory to change the name, in case anyone wants to continue a tradition holds to keep the "name" the father, mother or any other person residing in the village. I chose the name because Noel Leon barricades often nicknamed the Lion, and called me by my nuts I decided to keep hair uncut until everything was over, as the palindrome Noel de Leon, Noel Leon, a name perfectly symmetrical, consistent and which is not only my name is my identity so I can not call Noel Leon, I am Noel Leon. My wife is Lola Mento, formerly called Dolores Barcenas, the town simply known as Lola, I say "my precious pun, have three children: Patxi, Estíbaliz, and Patxi Edurne still called, and Edurne Estibaliz respectively, Patxi has seventeen, fifteen and Edurne Estíbaliz only be two. During the war they stayed in the town caring for her mother, who cared for all people and all commoner militia as good ..


Patxi soon elect its name, does not have "name", the children have no "name", to identify them acquire the "de" plus the name of the mother or father if they are orphans the first, if they are orphaned by both sides add the names of both parents closed cases and not knowing if the source is added to the "name" of Buenaventura. My children are Patxi, Edurne Estíbaliz and Lola. Patxi Mezlernejo assists in the Humanities from our village, the learning history, sociology, philosophy, economics, Anarchist Theory, Socialism, Esperanto as well as language curriculum also has the option of studying in English, French, German, Nahuatl, Euskera and Catalan in Buenaventura Villa Community Center, where immigrants provide teaching their native languages, about 30% of the population the town is not the Castilian language, most foreign volunteers who fought our war and completed the feat decided to settle here. Mezlernejo education is an education based libertarian theories of teacher Ferrer, the boys form a self-internationalist doctrine held in the freethinking and the birthright to think and express a thought, independent moral in which the teacher is just a guide, not an authority figure. Complementary to formal education, the boys of the village have to learn farming techniques and a job as community input, in Mezlernejo classes begin at ten in the morning and finish at two pm, Monday through Friday right there is four to six learn a skill, you can learn to be biblitecario, carpenter, plumber, electrician, mechanic, blacksmith, ecoalbañil, reforested or apothecary, all members of this village we have three duties: to respect others, to sow land and also our business to know a trade to be productive members to the community. On Saturday, while the adults figured, sow, harvest or irrigate depending on the time of year, young people go to community field of practice, where they learn the most important thing about planting and care of natural resources, assisted by Nathan Evans an ex-farmer ex-American who is in charge of sustainable production and clean, he and his comrades are responsible for advising us on our crops for self-consumption and community fields, we have about 500 acres arable Community, which together with The 50 square meters garden with all Buenaventura houses and 100 acres of wild fruit growing in the surrounding forests are as 1500 hectares result, each year are able to produce enough food for a population of about 7,000 inhabitants, the excess usually have annual production is exported to allies in exchange for machinery, mainly tractors, surgical equipment, medicines, chemicals, infrastructure telecommunications, light bulbs, steel, clothing, solar panels and appliances. Our short term goal is to solve our own industries, we have the people but we still need money, need to fall as she finishes the capitalist empire.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Selling Organs Pros 2010

here and there ...

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ANARCHIST CONGRESS IN MEXICO

29, April 30 and May 1, 2011, Auditorio Che Guevara in Mexico City

PROGRAMMING

APRIL 29

11:00 hrs. Registration of participants.

12:00 hrs. Opening.

12:15 hrs. Reading the opening statement to Prime Anarchist Congress in Mexico, speeches and greetings.

13:00 hrs. Installation of the roundtable discussions. Each table will discuss a topic .

· anarchism and punk

· Free Media

anarcho-feminist ·

· Ecology and animal liberation

· Anarchism and Syndicalism

· Art and anarchism

· occupations as a form of resistance

· Anarchism and student movement

· libertarian pedagogy

· Anarchism and anti-prison

15:00 hrs. Food.

16:00 to 19:00 hrs. Continuation of the roundtable discussions.

APRIL 30

9:00 hrs. Registration of participants.

10:00 hrs. Installing roundtable discussions. All tables discuss the following topics:

· Presentation of the participants in the Congress.

· About Us.

· experiences of struggle.

· How we organize ourselves.

· problems of our reality.

· Organization of anarchists in Mexico.

· Action Plan and anarchist struggle.

14:00. Food.

15:00 hrs. Meeting. Reading the rapporteurs of the discussion groups.

19:00. Organization of anarchist participation in the march on 1 May.

20:00 hrs. Fun-musical event.

21:00 hrs. Closing.

1 MAY

Invitation to and anarchists to take to the streets and participate in the march on 1 May.

RECOMMENDED

develop your presentations, contributions, views, analysis written for / q tables are interested in getting involved on the first day and the second table, maximum 2 pages.

If you can, bring your glasses, plates, cutlery and sleeping bag. There will be accommodation for co q come from outside.

AUDITORIUM TO GET TO CHE:

Che Guevara The auditorium is located in University City UNAM. Mexico, Distrito Federal, Av Univesidad # 3000 / Insurgentes sur # 3000 Central Hall to the Library, next to the Faculty of Arts and Philosophy.

descend To reach University Station (Line 3), walk to the bus terminal pumice which is within the campus and take Route 1 or 5 and get off at the corner of the Che Guevara auditorium.

If you come by insurgents in Metrobus, fell in Doctor Gálvez station and walk to the university, facing the left side is the auditorium.

Fraternally.

Individuals Local Libertarian Federation (FLL)

Neza TV Project

anarchist Students Faculty of Sciences UNAM

Members of the Auditorium "Che Guevara"

Ungovernable-FLL Thought

anarcho-feminist cell

Fanzinoteca Auditorium "Che Guevara"

Anarchist Black Cross.

Polytechnic Students

Individuals

libertarians s

Collective Self-FLL Magonista

Mutiny-FLL

Sons of the People FLL

KontrAxionZocial

anarchist collective Build Resistant Combat

Anarchist Student Coordinator


To the barricades!

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Clear Egg White Like Discharge At 39 Weeks

The Stake.

Experiences, experiences, life is experience.

My adolescence is an experience, an experience that way and gives me the tools to deal with what comes ahead, I'm young I'm still wrong time to raise its voice for the ideals that I have been therefore forged by so many. He says that song so much Lluís Llach Like to sing: L'stake.

Siseta, l'veus not
to stake on Uh lligats tots?
If we podem unfavorable en mai
podrem not walk !


As Siseta Siseta and grandfather had the opportunity to receive part of my ideals and my grandfather, my grandfather, Jose, Jose grandson and grandfather. He showed me the stake to which we are tied and we have to safar to walk. It's hard to explain because I suddenly got that blast, I made the mistake of thinking that people had changed and they were really qie open to ideas, culture, the Know-and not demagoguery populimo yal, I was wrong, as usual ... We have to pull all sides for this to change, they still have the power ...

My text may be dismissed as banal and which says nothing new but this moment is a moment beyond the emotional and a very pleasant experience which may speak on another occasion I can only say that now more than ever I am convinced of the struggle through ideas and through actions, they will always be the same and continue their cynicism fostered by all parties, said the great anarchist Bakunin:
the search for the impossible, man has always done and known as possible. And those who wisely have been limited to what they believed possible have never taken a single step forward. Someday
anvil, tired of being an anvil, hammer becomes .


It will not, pass us!

Thanks to all who seek between the black and that they will not salute the flag is not a simple act of defiance, an act of wanting to change things, a luxury that we can all give . That's life at age 17.