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2010: DISASTERS, AND ALLIANCES

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poetic nasty

Every so often, very once in a while, you see a blogger production worth recommending. I here one of them: poetic nasty staged, so exquisite, imagination and erotic lovemaking practices of Greco-Roman antiquity in the eyes of its poets (Asclepiades, Ausonius, Catullus, Claudian, Horace, Lucian, Martial Priapeo and some other graffiti anonymous), in wonderful free English versions bonearense, Gabriel Brown and exquisite public recitations Elena Bonora.

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Quodque turpe facere non est, so Occulte, id est dicere Obscenum.
(Cicero Off. 1, 127)

Justification:
is, not because there is Original, it is possible the translation, but rather, precisely because no translation is possible to consider the original formulation. (Fabio Vélez Bertomeu)

Church Anniversary Memoriam

imprisonment and common jail for Videla and Menendez for the execution of 31 political prisoners from the UP1

The Federal Court 1 of Córdoba sentenced to life imprisonment and disqualification repressors perpetual Jorge Rafael Videla and Luciano Benjamin Menendez, who were tried with 28 others for the torture and murder committed in the Unit No. 1 Prison in San Martin, in the jurisdiction of the Third Army Corps from April to September 1976. The court ordered the "immediate accommodation" of Videla in common jail, while a medical examination requested Menendez to "determine if it is in position" to serve the sentence in a provincial jail. In the same trial were sentenced to the same punishment the military Vincent Meli, Charles Poncet, Raúl Fierro, Jorge González Navarro, Gustavo Adolfo Alsina, the former carapintada Enrique Pedro Mones Ruiz and Miguel Ángel Pérez Former Cpl. Among the police, received life imprisonment Luis Alberto Lucero (D2), Calixto Luis Flores, Yamil Jabour, Marcelo Luna and Juan Eduardo Molina. Download the entire statement. Pdf.

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To exit the terror of oblivion uses * Written

"You also you have inside." Provocative, mischievous and Creole, the words of a deified Maradona opens Volume I (AG) of Dictionary of Argentine literature and criticism , directed by Marc Rocco Carbone and Croce. A stance that, far from overlapping, it is assumed passionate statement from the preamble signed by Ana Ojeda. No room for neutrality's alibi. The collective work relies not on asepsis descriptive, which usually benefit some rhetoric academic. It is a dictionary "smelly", "for those who have our own smell", "not merely descriptive, timid and politically correct" but frankly, determined and "played" like a cross to the jaw of "objectivity" and " Prophylaxis limited to petty. "
Slaughter-ambitious, quixotic, monumental, giving away the source the "No" from the Father. Categorical, Boris (David Viñas) apologized to his old age. Then, the Chronicle said that the Tano (Carbone) defines Ojeda with the guidelines of this dictionary, "neither pedantic nor basics: balanced." The boutade Viñas that "Walsh is better than Borges' becomes axiomatic and justifies the need for a volume devoted to literature and criticism of the twentieth century within a field covered by the marketing strategies", in depending on a model of voluntary servitude, defined the model constitution of a canon scheduled by stereotypes, "the Argentine writer (Borges), the Argentine writer unclassifiable (Aira), the young Argentine writer (Kohan), the marginal writer (Lamborghini) ".
In the desire to live up to that challenge can be perceived generosity and his outrageous claims and the extent of voluntarism: the tug that on exercises the right passion. Because, if the purpose of work is a reasoned review and update the fee regardless of the "market" (relocate their emphasis, rearrange their visibilities), the reason justifies the choices and content of the "inputs" to the same extent the passion he recorded his interference.
In the 640 pages of the volume, it is necessary rescue and oblivion predictable. But there are also omissions unjustifiable. To put some names among the writers (presented by their real names, not their pseudonyms) is Jorge Baron Biza but does not appear Edgardo Cozarinsky; is Hernán Brienza but Cristina Forero (María Moreno) are Bruzzone, Budassi, but Castro and Dorr Paola Caracciolo (Pola Oloixarac) and Flavia Costa, are Cadícamo and Flowers but not Contursi or Dizeo or Expósito, are rescued or Valentine Banez Fernando but it lacks important authors as Arturo Capdevila, Miguel D. Etchebarne and Eduardo Dessein. In the field of criticism, are Coccaro and Batistessa but Ciocchini Héctor; are Mayor and Gibaja, but not named Adelaida Gigli or Diana Guerrero are Giordano and Gramuglia but no posts or Miguel Dalmaroni Nora Domínguez; are Cueto , Estrin and Garramuño but inexplicably missing and Gonzalo Aguilar Raúl Antelo, among others.
Every company takes the blame encyclopedic be fatally incomplete. The ghost haunts the whole. This is not the exception to the rule. However, this fails to completely undermine the critical work of the researchers involved in volume or Taurus stake of the 8th crazy, coming to rescue the book Lafleur, Provenzano and Alonso on the literary magazines and reissue valuable works of Olivari, Mariani and González Tuñón. On the contrary: the power. The reason and passion always feed the fire of criticism.

* Appeared under the title "The challenge from A to Z" in Revista Ñ , December 11, 2010. p. 26.

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The wedding of Karen & José Luis

Yesterday Sunday, December 5, my cousin Jose Luis married his girlfriend Karen . We were all summoned to the 18.30 in Churru house, and there we planted as always patrol in full-Mingo and friends of the couple.

Karen asked us women who llevásemos a hit in her hair, and we take it really seriously. I was posting in some and in others, with their feathers, their hats and beads several, most of it provided relief Churru, and others a bit more modern, the result of several evenings of hustle and accessories stores.

The truth is that I had bought a Greek goddess gown for the event. He had been thinking for several weeks in shoes, purse, and of course, in the hit ... I started to get ready after lunch. That if you straighten your hair, if you look closely at the outfit ... I asked my sister to observe my home fashion show to offer his most sincere opinion about my outfit. Conclusion: I ended up putting another dress, a black cocktail dress, black leather pumps, black handbag too, and played the style Black Widow, which certainly highlighted the color of my eyes, and gave me a touch vintage ad hoc quite my style.

Overall, I came home from Churru, I started to say hello my family (for those who do not know, my family is huge, taking about half an hour to go one by one giving kisses, hugs and cuddles miscellaneous other end with a more formal greetings) that if a kiss from here that if a how are you there ... But what touched nicer! But how original! Where's the groom? And who brings the bride? You look great in that suit! ...

After half an hour above and rigor of welcome, hugs and Charlet corresponding with Churru-what more is, "I approached the large wooden door the house, which opened from the outside, and saw Karen in white, with a lovely costume and a headdress of white flowers that suited her perfectly.

The civil ceremony was short but nice, my uncle Joseph Augustine as officiant, devoting an in-depth and valuable about love, marriage and cohabitation. I loved it!

At the end of the ceremony, Karen said a few words very excited, and most of my cousins \u200b\u200bwho responded with tear occasional discreet, and sighs of empathy. I had never been in a civil wedding, the truth is that I seemed more emotional and far more entertaining ...

We stayed a while there, waiting to open the restaurant for my cousin who married the same, where would be the dinner. When we arrived, a row of tables patiently waited for all the guests to occupy their respective places. And once seated, we expect to be served dinner.

Everything was delicious, the waiters were charming, and the conversation was pleasant to say the least. We heard jokes, jokes and messages of congratulations. Between courses, I was doing thinking that I did not share, but closed with enough tact that my family over the years is ... Unleashing . I mean, for years to come noting that we are becoming more natural, comfortable, and far more open. We are not so closeted with those of rolls protoculo (if I heard my career teachers !!!), and rigidities.

I realized that it is much more important to enjoy to be constantly thinking about whether something is right or not, if it is a vulgar, a shovel or these terms more than me lately as I find curious. It is true that beauty is always beautiful, and there are things more beautiful than others. But ... Would not be much better to learn to see beauty wherever we go, a constant that depends others do things as we believe it is beautiful, or correct, or appropriate, or elegant, or fine-?

the climax of the wedding came when the couple-the husband-cut the cake with a kind of ax. A quick blow dry, a discrete to kiss, and languages, and aunts were flushed, and general laughter, and critical views, and fun friends, and people in general, a close family, a wedding, with your support, wrapping up two people starting a new stage ... And of course, the formal incorporation of Karen's family.

Karen, welcome to the clan Mingo!

Karen with my uncle José Luis

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on the outskirts of the poem *

A collection of texts by the poet Arnaldo entrerriano Calveyra where light and water flow between a trip to Uruguay and criticism of the "disciples" of Gombrowicz.

For Maximiliano Crespi
The essays collected by Arnaldo Calveyra in Mozart's The White Horse come to ratify the editorial consistency that holds the exquisite catalog equilateral Beast. The titles of the texts that compose it can recognize that we are faced with a neat collection (and not before a series): the apparent heterogeneity does not prevent him crawl on a principle of organization of material (based on constant themes) that dissolves the arbitrary chronological order. And that's why the book is likely doomed to deploy a retroactive influence on the surly work whose author describes as a work "learning of silence" and whose value has not yet been argued with probity.
Written mostly in France, where the poet entrerriano lives since the mid-'60s, and unpublished in book, the essays gathered here may well be read as an extension of two basic metaphors attending a certain tropes traceable settings on experience poetic calveyriana: light and water. Water recurrent topic of this poetry that grows in the distance, through names, uses floats and states: a river (Bièvre) is another (Uruguay), and that river is still present and "buried, as the banks of the literature "that lost the remnants of broken memory of a district boundary, a shadow of a poem light fade amphibious Rezé streets open fan charged by the Loire and Sèvre; is the Paraná River, the Seine and Rio de La Plata, but also sea, rain, dew, mist and stream, and ink stain that extends over the blotter.
metaphors of light, for its part, us to think the text as a particular tried variations on the theme. Rhetoric of light and can be read in the image of Mozart trapped in a game of mirrors between the floor of the theater (not written) and the theater of the word in his letters, with a look through the invisible denaturing daily (the miracle Secret of artificial light in a street kiosk Mazarine), extends in a guessed entretien infini and lived (talking is listening) from the window of a hotel in Kyoto, and is projected to dream of a meeting with Antonio Madrid Machado, in something reminiscent of Borges and Lugones threshold The maker (and still is split into the "story" that from a light blindness, Borges gives away to oblivion of Entre Rios). The metaphor of light is a catalyst for the senses. Allows the poet to own these "details" ("those places where no one comes), these discoveries which incorporates the constellation of experiences so. The light has the outpouring of a nightmare in the Park Güell and the chaos of images from a trip by bus from Colonia to Montevideo, while linking the ubiquity of light hic et nunc in the images of Lafarge, "the light stolen sea \u200b\u200b"in the suburbs Mordzinski drafted by" the exultation of light "in the landscape of Saint-Nazaire port, sky light that is clears the ball of cloth into a wasteland of province, and the distant voice of the teacher explaining the liturgy of the "order Tempered or sit at the piano to play a Beethoven sonata for" shed a light on the walls of this darkness called music "or that transmigrated to the voice of the poet, traces the basic features of this community is the classroom impossible. Moreover, although not always characterized by brightness, also responds to this condition the oblique gaze poured over certain literary experiences as Pedro Páramo (read as a poem written on the basis of elements of Noh theater), The Mahabharata (in the hallucinatory imagination Peter Brook), the curiosity of Montaigne (Narciso founder of modern literature that interrogates the promise Kafkaesque saved in the legend of El Dorado), notes on the endless game that involves "writing" in the texts of "the last days "Leiris (not stop referring to his own ghost) or the dilemma of translation in the light of stuttering occurred between the words of the poet and the Laure Bataillon, the translator stubborn in their fight against the language Drowsiness .)
rigorous exercise in a decadent delicacy poetic prose, which is less important rightly reasoned articulation of the idea that the experience of language that is done in reverse Search the pretext Calveyra proposes a script filled with a brilliance that mitigates the irrelevance of certain passages, certain scenes, memories and confessions that are more responsive to the demands of the imagination of the poet who desire to "be involved, this perfectly where meaning falters there for and function of something that was not. " To mention a subtle invective on The Invention of Morel, a scathing critique of the "disciples" of Gombrowicz under Fischerman film, and a less ironic that chicanero dedicated lines to the "realism" and the "nationalization of the literature" encouraged since 1945, writing "eclipse" from a generic condition "marginal" and since the inauguration of the "occasional" as a place of truth, the book is made from a drive outside the libido of the controversy. The phrasing that at times takes the liberty of Latin syntax rigorous returns the test at the outskirts of the poem and tied to senseless passion is to write and keep writing in "early disappointment of the page." Prose, "a touchstone of the poem, and makes possible the return of the" suspended time "that characterizes the poetic calveyriana, where only" the rhythm carries the meaning. " It is in those phrases where it occurs, the final wish is impossible (and therefore necessary) Archaeology of light, the experience of the nuances, the twinkle fugitive words that record, a chisel, as in the Alexandrian "Light province "Mastronardi or an inch of canvas painted by Cézanne, the intensity of literary truth.

* The full story in Ñ Journal, November 27, 2010. p. 43

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Vanoli, melancholic *

As Alberto Giacometti's emaciated figures, featuring the voices wonderful Varadero and Havana seem to come from afar. Signs of having gone through a time impossible to crisis and destruction, but remain standing, walking. In its own development appear to account for a movement impossible (and therefore the same as applicable) to back these voices to his illustrious ancestor, "In the silence you do not know, follow, I can not, I will follow" . They have survived the destruction of the languages, the promotion of utopias, the politics of representation, and move under the dual path of cynicism and disenchantment. The problem is that, unable to make the grieving loss, have sunk a long feeling melancholy. Hence it can not be assimilated (Not told) to return again and again in the hallucinatory tales that always denatured (at that spot on the wall in place of a cataract of ways in which the real loss is drained). For these voices will not be the label of neurotic repression, the loss is not made by proxy or by transfer. The voices told by Vanoli are strictly melancholy. Objectify fail at any moment the size of the loss. Are not the place nor the time to wonder what happened (perhaps precisely because it has been , because in fact they still are going ). Remain torn at a crossroads insurmountable claiming for themselves the sight of an open wound between fear (self-punitive) and denial (mania). Vanoli's characters are voices, forms of fiction which inevitably refer to subjective processes of constitution of collective memory to the disaster or trauma. To them it is impossible to think of the immense difficulties that required the fact that be subjective process (even at the level of language) policies and collective historical experiences, even when his own tragic content (resistant to all conscious processing) seems to be a determinable denied a permanent destination. The melancholy that hovers in the voices do come to Varadero and Havana wonderful in a cesspool. In its grim journey translates text and produces a matte that flooded much any kind of hope and despair. The melancholy defines the tragic dimension of the book of Vanoli. Is the wet spot that opens a new wound: the space in which the apocalyptic return and consume the post-apocalyptic fiction.

That is the tragedy of the tragedy that is heard over the voices that make up the fiction and is also the only one would criticize Vanoli, that this post-apocalyptic fiction Varadero and Havana is wonderful turn be apocalyptic. Because if you do not configure melancholy a circumstance, a temporary impairment in the process of grief, and if, by contrast, is presented rather as a permanent dimension of these stocks marked by tragedy whose experience will never reach go through the language, the corollary can not be more apocalyptic: the denial of the tragedy in his tragic condition, the final location of melancholy in the place of experience.

* The full story published in The Interpreter , November 2010.

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On Saturday November 27 to 19hs. in Varelita Varela (Scalabrini Ortiz and Paraguay) Beatriz Viterbo Editora presents his tribute to the writer who was "more marginal and more central" literature Argentina: Héctor Libertella (1945-2006). Compiled by writer Marcelo Damiani titled Libertella effect, the book includes texts by César Aira, Ricardo Strafacce, Damian Tabarovsky, Laura Estrin, Adriana Castellarnau, Jeremy Munday, Martin Kohan, Max Crespi, Martin Arias, Raúl Antelo Ariel Idez, Alan Pauls and Tamara Kamenszain. The presentation by Rafael Cippolini.

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From Alfonsin to menemato (1983-2001)

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Of Alfonsin (1983-2001)

is now in bookstores From Alfonsin to menemato, the seventh volume of the collection " Argentina twentieth century literature "directed by David Viñas. It collects critical works dramatize literary production between 1983 and 2001. Thus Argentina's period literature is read in parallel with neoliberal policies and speculative financial promotion, reduction of the role of the state, the foreign corporate economy implemented during the decade of Carlos Menem, to the critical events of December 2001 and the questioning of the institutional order that marked a turning point in national history.

Compiled by Rocco Carbone and Ana Ojeda, the collective volume gathers important critical work Irmtrud König, Dardo Scavino, Graciela Montaldo, Jung Kang, Eduardo Rinesi, Jorge Quiroga, Domin Choi, Maria Pia López, Maximiliano Crespi Isabel Quintana, Diego Molina, Marcos Wasem, Laura Vazquez, Rosa López Rodríguez, Guillermo Korn, Ilaria Magnani and Edgardo Berg.

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Cristina Marta and sandals

years ago and I met Cristina. From the time we started college together, we connected in a special way. We had the same age, similar concerns, and a peculiar mindset.

She opened a world of possibilities to me I had not even crossed his mind, and I shared a very intimate way. We travel together, walked together, and made many plans together ...

But one day everything went wrong. What until then had seemed beautiful began to acquire a brown color, which was rotting away piecemeal over the years. When we were in year 5, the situation was unsustainable ... Much to my dismay.

We have all lost a friend once. I felt I had lost something more, almost a part of myself. I cried in silence every day give me back a sense, back to me . But that never happened.

were difficult years, but I learned much of anything. Almost no matter what happened, the words and they said no. Almost nothing matters except the morning going together to the university, the knowing glances to the outrageous comments of someone unprotected calls at midnight, the little notes in class, on weekends in Torremenga, the night walks with the dogs, pasta with vegetables at three mutual support to a diet, the infinite understanding to a dessert of white chocolate, and all we exchanged smiles.

may Cris and I do not want to see, you do not want to devote their time to share with me. But I now I have nothing to prove, nothing to recover, because I know that there really is something they never lost.

She

is my friend, and always will be. I told you once: the wonder of love, is who can wait forever.

Cristina, I bless you with love. I release you and let you go. I let you go for your sake, and get peace in this situation.

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The icy waters of egotistical calculation

The Pedagogical University Buenos Aires (UNIP) publishes under the "BORIS Spivacow COLLECTION", and together with The power of the letter. Literature and domestication in Argentina , the highly anticipated book Diego Bentivegna, Eagle forms of Maximilian Crespi. In short, it will feed the mechanics of desire with. Jpg of the cover. For now, be satisfied with this description of the book: the cold, chilling numbers work.

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Stupity:

When you came to the Palace, with his hat crowned with flowers of peach (or would be jasmine?), gave me the feeling of a beautiful rush forward to the merciless wind that causes depression. You tell me, madam, who has since been ten years and - alas - many gales. Ignore Almanac, madam, that is a work of Time petty bureaucrats. Other equinoxes are those that apply to us. I am going to tell the true story, true and real. Palace
It went to his house, and speak of deposed presidents and politicians, in the propitious darkness of a spring twilight. Ate "chez moi", you read verses. Since then, his adorable smile lit up my happy bunny nights conspirator in disgrace.
you, lady, took the opportunity to become a victim of his wiles and insolence: undisputed doubted my talent, my virtues to the command and my position as leader, created serious difficulties for my approach with the women of the Party and, in short, tried to treat me like one of his papers. Now completed his excesses appear in my cell, at untimely hours, to ease my sleep and disturb my thoughts. (Do not think that I complain, madam, you never know complaints.)
say I'm about to leave this promotes cell and I hasten to write. Why? Ah, madam! Not that I do not know that you can say the words of the poet: "Qu'est-ce qu'il already changeant plus qu'un matin d'avril, ce n'est if you amant de mon coeur "(I trust that my French is less treacherous than you). But that does not mean that I have the desire to see her walking and moving around me, his face conejil is encouraged, and utter impertinence, and places are being contaminated by her coquetry unbearable.
You see, Madam, what are my humble wishes. Come see me. The name is appealing to the indestructible ties that bind the conspirators and a relationship that at least you can say (in the worst case) is that another phrase: "questa è piccola adventure, pathos, miraculous, and quasi d'amore." Cooke

PS This letter I wrote one day I announced my freedom. I left as it was.

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* Letter of John William Cooke Alicia Eguren, written in jail in Las Heras ("Criminal of the South") in 1955. Source: Crisis , No. 9 , Buenos Aires, January 1974.

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Today we Caíto lucky because my cousin is married to Marta, his girlfriend of a lifetime. From one o'clock which began the religious ceremony, we were with them, sharing this day that marks the end of an era and the beginning of another.

I will not deny that the bride was stunning, the catering was delicious, the place was idyllic. Yes, everything went great. But I like to stay with the essence of things, and today has a lot to do with the idea of \u200b\u200bcompromise ... And above all, love.

I was somewhat distracted at church, watching the green marble columns and Baroque ceiling frescoes, when my cousin James, a brother of the groom, has read a sort of ode to love quoting Mother Teresa of Calcutta. As he spoke, a strange thing inside me was becoming larger, and curiosity took hold every cell of my body.

knew was that woman! How wise all that followed! How wise these lectures we heard that pseudopóstuma and soul wanted to know more, keep listening! How wise those who love them!

I think there are no words to describe this I feel, that moves me, that leads me to wonder what they can see two people, one another, to want to spend the rest of their lives together. It seems truly remarkable.

Congratulations to both. And Martha, welcome to the family Mingo You're a more than clan!

For those of you interested, I leave the words of Mother Teresa below

Intelligence without love, makes you evil.

Justice without love, makes relentless.

Diplomacy without love, makes you a hypocrite.

Success without love, makes you arrogant.

Wealth without love, makes you greedy.

docility without love makes you subservient.

poverty without love, makes you proud.

Beauty without love, makes you ridiculous.

authority without love, makes you a tyrant.

work without love, a slave.

Simplicity without love, takes courage.

Prayer without love, makes you an introvert.

law without love, bondage.

policy without love makes you selfish.

Faith without love leaves you a fan.

The cross without love becomes torture.


Life without love ... It makes no sense.

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And we go forward with the village

many entries ago I commented because the idea of \u200b\u200bThe Village of Biendecir, that place where anyone who would be welcome, the place to create, to love and to make real every one of our dreams. A magical place where everything is possible.

Well, we went ahead with the project. At first we approached Oteruelo de Ocon, an abandoned village candidate to become our village. Since it began we continued to investigate, finding out, traveling and juggling possibilities. And I think we have finally found the perfect place:

is a 25-acre farm, located in the town of Jaraíz de la Vera (Cáceres), very close to Torremenga. We have already gone to see a couple of times, and have our first meeting with the mayor this November.

The land is divided in two by the throat Pedro Chate, and has its own island within. It is fantastic, very Llanito ideal to build a rural tourism business. Keep on going!

I will keep you informed. What I have wanted to see The Village made!

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few days ago I came across a new advertising campaign in the style Below The Line (advertising unconventional), which showed that Hotmail makeover also implied a major corporate and real change. To make it effective, sponsored to a certain Alejandro Bustillo, a couple of Madrid, 27, who wanted to show his girlfriend that he had changed his love for her, so he created hotmail hand and a platform called 30 days Julia conquer (to see your site, click here ).

The idea is very original for 30 days to make a real surfer campaign in which becomes part of the followers of the major social networks, mission to woo Julia. They have their own blog, web, facebook, twitter ... Have set up a wall in the middle of the phrases Recoletos of support from strangers who send you messages and ideas to your own address, and is rising in the mainstream media. This morning I spoke Anda, the morning program of The 40 , and some TV networks have already been raffled presence in their prime times of the night Buenafuente and such and such.

I tell you this in part because the idea seems original, but mostly because it has taken me to wonder how I would be willing to do the unimaginable love. And now I have the answer. I understand that boy, Alexander, because I see it as a mirror. I am able to hang my face of all the buildings in Madrid to tell someone you love. I am able to send a message to the moon, leaving messages in bottles into the Atlantic, parachuting or poles thaw if necessary for love. I know that sounds kind of corny, but it's reality. I have already thrown in the pool: I am ready for anything.

What more could you want?

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Food of the Gods Eat Pray Love

Important notice: This entry may contain statements, words or messages that hurt the sensibilities of the reader by his character and slightly scatological language (the that Forewarned is forearmed, eh?).

Yesterday I was talking with friends on the mucus. Yes, yes, around the time of colds, flu and pneumonia, and mucus take over talks on this side of the hemisphere. We remembered the time when we were little girls, when we played with our partners ... We talked about the whole afternoons in the park with mom, how high the slides were back then, and of course, we emphasize the idea of \u200b\u200bwhat we enjoyed the mere fact of getting us out mucus, and then take him to the mouth - I know, to me at first also gave me a little creepy -.

If you think about it, children are real teachers for us. Do not worry, focus on love that surrounds them, when they want to eat eat, when they want their mother Shagged they ask, when they feel soiled diaper ... I love watching children and discover what they do when they know that someone is watching, and I have found over the years that one of his favorite activities is to take the mini finger to his nose, poking good removed a green mucus, behold, like a treasure, and sometimes even taste it.

All this was what covered my conversation last night with this friend. Suddenly he was silent and said can you imagine that when you die you get to heaven and God says you are actually snots food of gods, heroes, and people fight to get one?

I do not believe me, it seemed a strange argument, but I liked the occurrence that I started laughing and did not stop at least ten minutes. Can you imagine actually snots that could be food of the gods? Anda, and why not?

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Last Sunday I went to the cinema to watch a movie that had long wanted to see: Eat Pray Love . I had heard good and bad of the script, but I had an intuition that I would like it.

This weekend a friend told me a little argument and I ended to convince: Julia Roberts portrays a successful writer, immersed in a spiral of capitalism and postmodern in the middle of New York City. Not satisfied with his life or his marriage or his affair, or his home or his plastic food-embarks on an adventure of a year you want to learn to eat, learn to pray, and learn to love.

first thing I want to highlight is the magic that is felt in every scene, the wonder of the landscapes, the transmission capacity of emotions, mental states of desire to progress. An adventure that will represent all of us, transporting us to a pizzeria in Naples, or even a meditation center in India, or even a beach paradise in Bali.

Many people fail to understand the message of hope that is camouflaged between the lines in the hands of a younger Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman . Some people enter the room expecting to see another typical romantic comedy worthy of soap opera. But I must say that long ago that a movie would not leave me much time meditating, discovering, talking to myself ... Eating, praying, loving.

I leave the trailer for which you are interested in:

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State Changes

few days ago I decided it was time for independent. It is true that I have not got a steady job and living alone means liabilities, expenses, and b the blah, blah ... In any case, I feel ready to take that step.

And I feel a breakthrough inside to not interpret this change in status as an escape, but as a new stage. I've lived 25 wonderful years with my parents and my brothers. I learned to share, to love, to receive and give. I learned the value of the family, the concept of community, of communion with others. Now is the time to dedicate to me, moving on to something else, I got older, and to continue learning about life and the universe.

So far I have gone to see a floor, and now I am in love with him. My immediate destination is the Sierra north of Madrid, at the height of Guadalix. I do not know if I'll finish there, but really that is my wish. So all you friends, colleagues, I must inform you that possibly early next year will see me in my new house (decorated in the style Ikea), which you can get every one of you whenever you like.

As of today quite often publish my news in this, and I wholeheartedly to join me in my new adventure as well as ever so far. Love,

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Happy birth anniversary! A final farewell

Today I want to imagine how my mother would be just 25 years ago, with his new motherhood, after 23 long hours of labor, and a husband who ran through the corridors of the hospital.

imagine how happy I should feel both so young, so tender, so newlyweds. I want to give an input to the two together, because I was the greatest thing I have: life. I also want to take this opportunity to thank all of you because you are many of you who remembered me. Thanks!

Thanks for being part of my life, for always, for sharing with me, walk beside me, for teaching the way, devote your time, and for loving unconditionally. In my family, my friends, my former co-workers, my students, neighbors, and several colleagues. The English, Irish, Poles and Germans, Turkish, Lithuanian, Portuguese and the Paraguayan ...-. Thank you all. I love you!

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seems incredible that it has been almost a month since my grandmother passed from this life Espe. It seems incredible that everything has changed, like it or not, we face a new stage, that she will leave a void that we have to meet otherwise, and no longer to make us rich little meals or to talk on the phone, or to make a quick visitilla home of Conde de Aranda.

I do not know how to explain this sometimes is too much for me. And strange, and not because the saw very often, not. It's just that she felt a connection supersensory, enveloping, magical. I felt very identified with their way of being, with his relations with the world, their hobbies, and his curious way of pronouncing English words.

I loved knowing that my grandmother was there Espe always at home (or walk, it was not a grandmother all typical). But it was in this world after all. I will be sorely missed. Yet somehow I know she is always with me, and I thank the Universe for giving me the incredible opportunity to enjoy it for nearly 25 years. Thanks Grandma!

Now I imagine a young, barefoot dancing at night, feeling the touch of grass on her bare feet, holding my grandfather Álvaro, enjoying a five-ball ice cream, listening to a live concert, dream .. .

We've already told everyone goodbye, but we know that goodbyes are never final ... See you soon. Farewell.

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The power of words

love my body. I deserve and I am able to care and respect

few years ago, a Japanese physicist decided to investigate the power of words, and it began collecting water from all over the world in small bottles. Once done, put on each of the samples labeled with a single meaningful word. It also placed next to another boat just like their antonyms. For example, love and hate, happiness, sadness.

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After each of the boats, and after a few hours, was photographed one by one all the samples. When it came time to reveal, yet there were no digital cameras, was surprised to realize that you do those boats whose word was negative, the picture reflected a nasty black water, while representing positive concepts, had become reflection of a beauty almost unequaled. It said that many of them have become some of the most beautiful pictures of all time.

We are a 80% water, so you can imagine how important it is biendecir , or whatever it is, properly speaking. But I do not mean to be educated language or expression, but rather focus on pronouncing only those concepts that will rattle the entire body in a happy and fulfilled.

Following the instructions of the Japanese physicist, Masaru Emoto is called, "I have set a goal that I repeat every day about 500 times. In high, low, and even in different languages: love my body. I deserve and I am able to care and respect .

I think there is no need to mention the amazing results I am starting to feel about my body. From here, I encourage all of you to set yourself a goal, promoting your infinite capacities, and loving above all things.

love my body. I deserve and I am able to care and respect .

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This weekend I went Duruelo once again, to make the first of five parts of a course in Transactional Analysis. In fact I would reluctantly, bored waiting in the theoretical parts, but with the hope of finding my friends and colleagues for personal growth.

I'm not going to tell the whole course (mainly because it is much better live), but I can say I feel incredibly fortunate to be at this point the road, to have people I have around me offering me full support for having the best downstairs neighbor that the universe has given me, for teaching me to love my body because I am able to care and respect, and all the hard work and constant that I am conducting from 6 years ago.

I'm reunited with my girl, with that being unique and wonderful that I really am, and I leave it out more often, every minute, every breath, every step. I want to play again!

love life. I just love.