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Libertella effect in Varelita Varela

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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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Love, politics, conspiracy * Recomendadísimo

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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