Wednesday, December 23, 2009
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CINECURSO 2011
This is the final schedule of classes 2011. The changes were due to the availability of teachers and space. The Saturday classes are on the right side under the S.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Methylene Blue Discus Breeding
God (Pedro Guerra)
God
Someone saw him in the pocket of the Nigerian pregnant
that crossed the strait.
Someone saw him looking for a place among the refugees in Ingushetia
are like waste.
watches over us and we
, sailing.
Many and many believe there
and just
and generous sail
for us and for us, say
candle.
Someone saw him in the eye of young black
shoulder carrying a weapon.
Someone saw him in the brothels of Manila
dirty with the girl who sold his father
.
Photo vicdv888 .
And we're equal.
All and all, even
are equal in their eyes. Someone saw him
between the bones of Mexican
scattered throughout the desert.
Photo greengymdog .
Someone saw him when the gunman was kept stirring and between cars
lay dead.
( Pedro Guerra )
Someone saw him in the pocket of the Nigerian pregnant
that crossed the strait.
Someone saw him looking for a place among the refugees in Ingushetia
are like waste.
watches over us and we
, sailing.
Many and many believe there
and just
and generous sail
for us and for us, say
candle.
Someone saw him in the eye of young black
shoulder carrying a weapon.
Someone saw him in the brothels of Manila
dirty with the girl who sold his father
.
Photo vicdv888 . And we're equal.
All and all, even
are equal in their eyes. Someone saw him
between the bones of Mexican
scattered throughout the desert.
Photo greengymdog . Someone saw him when the gunman was kept stirring and between cars
lay dead.
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Sunday, October 11, 2009
38 Tooth Sprocket Cad Model
Lord Durito ...
Photo Benoms .
Mariana Moguel:
I greet with respect and congratulate the new grade that you purchased with your drawing. Let me tell you a story that perhaps someday understand. It is the story of ...
Durito
I'll talk a story that happened to me the other day. It is the story of a little beetle who wears glasses and smokes a pipe. I met him one day I was looking for the smoking and snuff not find it. Suddenly, next to my hammock, I saw that he was down a little bit of snuff and that was a hilerita. The I followed to see where my snuff and find out who the hell he had seized and he was pulling. A few yards away and behind a stone I found a beetle sitting on a small desk, reading some papers and smoking a tiny pipe.
"Ahem, ahem," I said to the beetle would know me, but he ignored me.
I said,
"Hey, that snuff is mine.
Beetle took off his glasses, looked me up and down and said angrily:
"Please, sir, I beg you not to interrupt me. Did not realize I'm studying?
Photo seven resist.
I was surprised a bit and was going to kick, but I calmed down and sat to one side to wait until after the study. Soon he gathered his papers, put them on the desktop and chewing his pipe, he said,
"Well, now. What I can serve you, master?
"My snuff," he said.
- Does your snuff? "He said. Want to give it a little?
I started to piss, but the little beetle hit me with his paw snuff bag and said:
"Do not be angry, sir. Understand that this can not be achieved snuff and had to take some of yours.
I relaxed. The beetle I liked and I said,
"Do not worry. I have more around.
-Hmm "he said.
"And you, what's your name? I asked.
-Nebuchadnezzar said, and went but my friends tell me Durito. You can tell me Durito, Captain.
attention I thanked him and asked him what he was studying.
-Study on neoliberalism and its strategy to dominate Latin America, "he said.
"And that's what good is a beetle," I asked.
And he answered angrily: "How to what?" I have to know how long it will take the fight to you and if they will win or not. In addition, a beetle should worry about studying the world situation in which lives, is not it Captain? "
-No I know, "he said. But what you want to know how long it will last our struggle and if we win or not?
"Well, has not understood anything," he said putting the glasses and lighting his pipe. After taking a puff of smoke continued
"To know how long we'll be watching the beetles will not crush us with its Bring boots.
- Ah! "I
" Hmm, "he said
- And what conclusion did you come in your study? I asked.
He took his papers on his desk and began to browse.
-Hmm ... um all the time, "he said while reviewing.
After it finished, I looked into his eyes and said,
"They'll win.
"I already knew," he said. And added: "But how long will it take?
"Very," I sighed with resignation.
-
knew that, too ... Do not know how long exactly? I asked.
"You can not know exactly. We must take into account many things: the objective conditions, the maturity of the subjective conditions, the correlation of forces, the crisis of imperialism, the crisis of socialism, etc. and so on.
-Hmm "I said.
- What do you think, captain?
"Nothing," I answered. Durito Well sir, I have to retire. I was glad to meet you. Know you can take all the snuff you like whenever you want.
-Thank you captain. You tutearme if you want, "he said. "Thank
Durito. Now I'm going to give instructions to my colleagues that it is forbidden to step on the beetles. I hope this helps.
"Thanks, captain, will be of much use your order.
"Whatever it is, take care of yourself because my boys are very distracted and not always where to put the foot fixed.
"I will, captain.
-bye.
-bye. Come when you want and we'll talk.
"I will" I said and I retired to the uniforms.
Photo Alice Shalom.
Mariana's all, I hope someday meet her personally and to exchange masks and drawings. Vale.
Health and other bright colors, because you used the insurance is out of ink.
Supcomandante
Marcos Mountains of southeastern Mexico.
Leon Gieco - Dr. Durito And I
I was thinking of a word for this meeting.
was writing a speech for this town
I was distracted looking at the moon, up in the clouds, in heaven.
was about to declare very strongly
puzzled I looked down and saw that my paper was blank.
I got distracted watching a lot like a bug beetle.
Durito I am Lord, I am not a bug or beetle Durito
I am Lord, hero
children and the elderly gentleman with my line of nail my good lance lancer.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I'm going to fly, and you go here slave.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I'm going to fly, and walk you here slave.
Above, the moon, like a cloud of crinoline
With its eternal shame and stain spots along its banks
Below, men and women celebrate life dreaming
I sigh for the hope and the moon again.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I'm going to fly, and walk you here slave.
Listen Lord Durito, words need
For this discussion of liberalism
I distracted the moon and distracted me, sir bug
Escudero illiterate who knows nothing of this as a good commoner
know that there is no remedy
In this globalization all balloons burst.
We who fly are as free as the wind
you are down, they are rebels, they are Chicanos, blacks are
are Latinos, queers, prisoners, the marginalized.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I'm going to fly, and walk you here slave.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I'm going to fly, and walk you here slave.
Above, the moon, take a cloud of crinoline
With its eternal shame and stain spots along its banks
Below, men and women celebrate life dreaming
I sigh for the hope and the moon again.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I'm going to fly, and walk you here slave.
Photo elnorteño .
Durito on: BBC .
Photo Benoms . April 10, 1994. Subcomandante
Mariana Moguel:
I greet with respect and congratulate the new grade that you purchased with your drawing. Let me tell you a story that perhaps someday understand. It is the story of ...
Durito
I'll talk a story that happened to me the other day. It is the story of a little beetle who wears glasses and smokes a pipe. I met him one day I was looking for the smoking and snuff not find it. Suddenly, next to my hammock, I saw that he was down a little bit of snuff and that was a hilerita. The I followed to see where my snuff and find out who the hell he had seized and he was pulling. A few yards away and behind a stone I found a beetle sitting on a small desk, reading some papers and smoking a tiny pipe.
"Ahem, ahem," I said to the beetle would know me, but he ignored me.
I said,
"Hey, that snuff is mine.
Beetle took off his glasses, looked me up and down and said angrily:
"Please, sir, I beg you not to interrupt me. Did not realize I'm studying?
Photo seven resist. I was surprised a bit and was going to kick, but I calmed down and sat to one side to wait until after the study. Soon he gathered his papers, put them on the desktop and chewing his pipe, he said,
"Well, now. What I can serve you, master?
"My snuff," he said.
- Does your snuff? "He said. Want to give it a little?
I started to piss, but the little beetle hit me with his paw snuff bag and said:
"Do not be angry, sir. Understand that this can not be achieved snuff and had to take some of yours.
I relaxed. The beetle I liked and I said,
"Do not worry. I have more around.
-Hmm "he said.
"And you, what's your name? I asked.
-Nebuchadnezzar said, and went but my friends tell me Durito. You can tell me Durito, Captain.
attention I thanked him and asked him what he was studying.
-Study on neoliberalism and its strategy to dominate Latin America, "he said.
"And that's what good is a beetle," I asked.
And he answered angrily: "How to what?" I have to know how long it will take the fight to you and if they will win or not. In addition, a beetle should worry about studying the world situation in which lives, is not it Captain? "
-No I know, "he said. But what you want to know how long it will last our struggle and if we win or not?
"Well, has not understood anything," he said putting the glasses and lighting his pipe. After taking a puff of smoke continued
"To know how long we'll be watching the beetles will not crush us with its Bring boots.
- Ah! "I
" Hmm, "he said
- And what conclusion did you come in your study? I asked.
He took his papers on his desk and began to browse.
-Hmm ... um all the time, "he said while reviewing.
After it finished, I looked into his eyes and said,
"They'll win.
"I already knew," he said. And added: "But how long will it take?
"Very," I sighed with resignation.
-
knew that, too ... Do not know how long exactly? I asked.
"You can not know exactly. We must take into account many things: the objective conditions, the maturity of the subjective conditions, the correlation of forces, the crisis of imperialism, the crisis of socialism, etc. and so on.
-Hmm "I said.
- What do you think, captain?
"Nothing," I answered. Durito Well sir, I have to retire. I was glad to meet you. Know you can take all the snuff you like whenever you want.
-Thank you captain. You tutearme if you want, "he said. "Thank
Durito. Now I'm going to give instructions to my colleagues that it is forbidden to step on the beetles. I hope this helps.
"Thanks, captain, will be of much use your order.
"Whatever it is, take care of yourself because my boys are very distracted and not always where to put the foot fixed.
"I will, captain.
-bye.
-bye. Come when you want and we'll talk.
"I will" I said and I retired to the uniforms.
Photo Alice Shalom. Mariana's all, I hope someday meet her personally and to exchange masks and drawings. Vale.
Health and other bright colors, because you used the insurance is out of ink.
Supcomandante
Marcos Mountains of southeastern Mexico.
Leon Gieco - Dr. Durito And I
I was thinking of a word for this meeting.
was writing a speech for this town
I was distracted looking at the moon, up in the clouds, in heaven.
was about to declare very strongly
puzzled I looked down and saw that my paper was blank.
I got distracted watching a lot like a bug beetle.
Durito I am Lord, I am not a bug or beetle Durito
I am Lord, hero
children and the elderly gentleman with my line of nail my good lance lancer.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I'm going to fly, and you go here slave.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I'm going to fly, and walk you here slave.
Above, the moon, like a cloud of crinoline
With its eternal shame and stain spots along its banks
Below, men and women celebrate life dreaming
I sigh for the hope and the moon again.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I'm going to fly, and walk you here slave.
Listen Lord Durito, words need
For this discussion of liberalism
I distracted the moon and distracted me, sir bug
Escudero illiterate who knows nothing of this as a good commoner
know that there is no remedy
In this globalization all balloons burst.
We who fly are as free as the wind
you are down, they are rebels, they are Chicanos, blacks are
are Latinos, queers, prisoners, the marginalized.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I'm going to fly, and walk you here slave.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I'm going to fly, and walk you here slave.
Above, the moon, take a cloud of crinoline
With its eternal shame and stain spots along its banks
Below, men and women celebrate life dreaming
I sigh for the hope and the moon again.
Ay, ay, ay, ay, I'm going to fly, and walk you here slave.
Photo elnorteño . Durito on: BBC .
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Thursday, October 8, 2009
Losing Weight Buccal Fat
there a child in the street ...
toxic
Photo blonboy .
--->
Photo At this time exactly
there a child in the street ....
there a child in the street!
there a child in the street ....
there a child in the street!
honor of men is to protect what grows
Child Care has not spread through the streets,
Prevent heart wrecked ship,
His incredible adventure
Putting chocolate bread and a star on the site hunger.
Otherwise it is useless otherwise is absurd
Try on earth the joy and song, because it is no use
if a child in the street.
Child Care has not spread through the streets,
Prevent heart wrecked ship,
His incredible adventure
Putting chocolate bread and a star on the site hunger.
Otherwise it is useless otherwise is absurd
Try on earth the joy and song, because it is no use
if a child in the street.
toxic
All of my country to me through your nose
I wash cars, clean shoes, smell sticks and wallets Theft
paco smell but I'm good people I'm a toothless smile
Rain homeless nail grounded, I am the leftover of war
An empty stomach, I'm a knee injury that heals with cold
The best tour guide you suburbs for three pesos
walk through the capital flight do not need visa for the circle because I play with paper airplanes Rice
stone mud with wine, and what I imagine I'm missing.
I wash cars, clean shoes, smell sticks and wallets Theft
paco smell but I'm good people I'm a toothless smile
Rain homeless nail grounded, I am the leftover of war
An empty stomach, I'm a knee injury that heals with cold
The best tour guide you suburbs for three pesos
walk through the capital flight do not need visa for the circle because I play with paper airplanes Rice
stone mud with wine, and what I imagine I'm missing.
the world should not walk barefoot in love
wielding a journal as a wing in his hand
climbing trains, exchange the laughter,
beating his chest with a tired wing.
should not walk of life, newborn, to price risky
Childhood
a narrow win because then the hands are useless bundles
And the heart, just a bad word.
wielding a journal as a wing in his hand
climbing trains, exchange the laughter,
beating his chest with a tired wing.
should not walk of life, newborn, to price risky
Childhood
a narrow win because then the hands are useless bundles
And the heart, just a bad word.
When night falls asleep awake, one eye closed and one open
For if tigers shot I spit my life is like a circus clown
but I'm walking through the ditch juggling 5 oranges
asking for money to all who can on a bike on one wheel
oxygen to the continent I am what President carelessness
Do not panic if I have bad breath, if you see me without a shirt with the nipples to the wind
I am a element of landscape waste on the street are my camouflage
as something that exists that appears to lie, something dead but breathing
For if tigers shot I spit my life is like a circus clown
but I'm walking through the ditch juggling 5 oranges
asking for money to all who can on a bike on one wheel
oxygen to the continent I am what President carelessness
Do not panic if I have bad breath, if you see me without a shirt with the nipples to the wind
I am a element of landscape waste on the street are my camouflage
as something that exists that appears to lie, something dead but breathing
Poor's who has forgotten that there is a child in the street,
That there are millions of children living on the street
And many children who grow up in the street.
I see them pressing her small heart,
fable Watchin all with eyes. Lightning truncated
crosses their eyes,
Because nobody protects the life that grows
And love is lost, like a kid in the street.
That there are millions of children living on the street
And many children who grow up in the street.
I see them pressing her small heart,
fable Watchin all with eyes. Lightning truncated
crosses their eyes,
Because nobody protects the life that grows
And love is lost, like a kid in the street.
Photo blonboy . Hey at this time exactamente hay un niño en la calle
Hay un niño en la calle.
Hay un niño en la calle.
--->
...
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Depósito de cachivaches... (http://corotos.blogspot.com/)
Saturday, October 3, 2009
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The flu, and multinational pharmaceutical ... Rebelión Radio Bemba
.
Tengo gripe...
Entre otras cosas, me mandaron acetaminofén . Siempre evito los medicamentos, pero esta vez, buenecito, me fui a la farmacia a comprarlos...
Mientras hacía la cola, me parecía haber escuchado, that was atamel acetaminophen ... So while I tended to take a counter ...
were three versions ... Normal, to 4.30 BsF (about 2 U.S. $), with 20 tablets of 500 mg ... Another "Forte" to 15.90 BsF with 10 tablets of 650 mg ... and a "Plus" to 18.80 for 12 tablets of 500 mg of acetaminophen and 32 mg of caffeine. Of course, I took the cheap ...
pharmacy's friend did not notice that I had taken the atamel, and I put the generic ... Sure, I compared the price and bought the generic, which was cheaper ... 20 tablets of 500 mg to 2.20 BsF ... He had a cellular
hand, so I took pics ... Let a calculitos ...
Generic: 20 tablets of 500 mg to 2.20 BsF ... or 0.22 gram BsF ... BsF 220 kg of acetaminophen.
Atamel: 20 tablets of 500 mg to 4.30 BsF ... or 0.43 gram BsF ... BsF 430 kg of the same, acetaminophen.
Atamel Forte, 10 tablets of 650 mg to 15.90 BsF ... or 2.45 gram BsF ... BsF 2,446 a kg .. if, in the same ... acetaminophen.
Atamel Plus: 12 tablets of 500 mg (with 32 mg of caffeine) to 18.80 BsF ... or 3.13 gram BsF ... BsF 3,133 kg of ... the same acetaminophen, with a little caffeine ... A cup of coffee contains about 80 mg (instant), 125 mg (filtering) of caffeine .
Thus, placing one kg of acetaminophen as a reference unit, a company that produces generic BsF sell it a profit of 220 pharmaceutical and pharmacy ... But under the brand name, it costs the consumer kg 430 kg, almost double. If we change the presentation, the same kilogram, but less pills boxes larger costs BsF 2446 .. more than 10 times more expensive ... and adding to each pill, much less caffeine than one cup of coffee, sold 3,133 BsF ...
These are the margins profit of pharmaceutical companies that make a good health ... Therefore, more industrial development, and for more scientific and technological advances within the framework of capitalism, health is always the privilege of a few ...
For this reason, and human dignity, because health is a right, not a commodity, that socialism is necessary ...
.
Tengo gripe...
Entre otras cosas, me mandaron acetaminofén . Siempre evito los medicamentos, pero esta vez, buenecito, me fui a la farmacia a comprarlos...
Mientras hacía la cola, me parecía haber escuchado, that was atamel acetaminophen ... So while I tended to take a counter ...
were three versions ... Normal, to 4.30 BsF (about 2 U.S. $), with 20 tablets of 500 mg ... Another "Forte" to 15.90 BsF with 10 tablets of 650 mg ... and a "Plus" to 18.80 for 12 tablets of 500 mg of acetaminophen and 32 mg of caffeine. Of course, I took the cheap ...
pharmacy's friend did not notice that I had taken the atamel, and I put the generic ... Sure, I compared the price and bought the generic, which was cheaper ... 20 tablets of 500 mg to 2.20 BsF ... He had a cellular
hand, so I took pics ... Let a calculitos ...
Generic: 20 tablets of 500 mg to 2.20 BsF ... or 0.22 gram BsF ... BsF 220 kg of acetaminophen.
Atamel: 20 tablets of 500 mg to 4.30 BsF ... or 0.43 gram BsF ... BsF 430 kg of the same, acetaminophen.
Atamel Forte, 10 tablets of 650 mg to 15.90 BsF ... or 2.45 gram BsF ... BsF 2,446 a kg .. if, in the same ... acetaminophen.
Atamel Plus: 12 tablets of 500 mg (with 32 mg of caffeine) to 18.80 BsF ... or 3.13 gram BsF ... BsF 3,133 kg of ... the same acetaminophen, with a little caffeine ... A cup of coffee contains about 80 mg (instant), 125 mg (filtering) of caffeine .
Thus, placing one kg of acetaminophen as a reference unit, a company that produces generic BsF sell it a profit of 220 pharmaceutical and pharmacy ... But under the brand name, it costs the consumer kg 430 kg, almost double. If we change the presentation, the same kilogram, but less pills boxes larger costs BsF 2446 .. more than 10 times more expensive ... and adding to each pill, much less caffeine than one cup of coffee, sold 3,133 BsF ...
These are the margins profit of pharmaceutical companies that make a good health ... Therefore, more industrial development, and for more scientific and technological advances within the framework of capitalism, health is always the privilege of a few ...
For this reason, and human dignity, because health is a right, not a commodity, that socialism is necessary ...
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Thursday, October 1, 2009
Ezsdei485 Viper Programming
With respect to the resistance of the Honduran people and their martyrs, I share here Rebelión Radio Bemba video of David Segarra and Guarataro Films, which includes " the example that Caracas gave " between 11 to April 13, 2002 ...
"The Coup of 2002 set up a media dictatorship where they tried to get all information and all thought was under control. But something got out of hand. alternative media networks and popular communication extended from the neighborhoods around the country. The strength and memory, voice and image of Venezuela remained in the hands of the people. And that voice could not be silent. "
"In Venezuela during the coup of 2002, public facilities were closed. Private television supported the coup forces. Only Community Media gave independent information during those days of violence. But Amid the chaos the people was expressed and communicated through mobile phones, internet, graffiti, pot-banging, and motorists. This is the revolt of the radio Bemba. A Venezolana de Television production, directed by David Segarra with Altermedia cooperative. "
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Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Pinnacle Tvcenter Windows 7
Freedom ...
" Honduras " Vergara titled this cartoon ... But I find that has a more universal relevance ...
What do you think?
" Honduras " Vergara titled this cartoon ... But I find that has a more universal relevance ...
What do you think?
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Monday, September 28, 2009
Nautical Star For Houses
For Honduras ...
I join Hadabruja , in his tribute to the heroic resistance of the Honduran people, with these verses Miguel Hernández, and Serrat's song in his younger days ...
I join Hadabruja , in his tribute to the heroic resistance of the Honduran people, with these verses Miguel Hernández, and Serrat's song in his younger days ...
The Wounded
(1939)
I
On the battlefields extend the wounded.
And from that field extension
wrestlers skip a cornfield in hot jets, extended
in husky voices.
Blood always rains up to the sky.
And the wounds they sound, like seashells,
when the wounds swiftness of flight,
essence of the waves.
blood smells of the sea, sea and wine tastes.
sea winery, wine bravo,
bursts where the wounded man drowns, shuddering,
and flowers, and is.
I am wounded, look at me: I need more lives.
The one that is too small for the great task
want to lose blood from wounds.
Tell me who was not injured.
My life is a happy childhood injury.
unto those who are not wounded, who never feels
wounded by life, or life lies wounded
cheerfully!
If even the hospitals are going with joy,
orchards become gaping wounds,
of oleanders bloom before the surgery.
of bloody doors.
II
bleed for freedom, fight, live on.
For freedom, my eyes and my hands,
as a tree of blood, generous and imprisoned, I
surgeons.
of freedom I feel more hearts
that sand in my chest, my veins are foams,
and go into the hospitals, and entered the cotton
as lilies.
of freedom I loose in battle
of those who have rolled his statue in the mud.
And I break loose shots of my feet of my arms,
my house, everything.
Because where some empty matted,
she will put two stones into the future,
and make new arms and legs to grow new
in meat harvested.
sprout winged autumn sap without
relics of my body I lose every wound.
Because I am like the tree cut down, that sucker:
because even I have a life.
On the battlefields extend the wounded.
And from that field extension
wrestlers skip a cornfield in hot jets, extended
in husky voices.
Blood always rains up to the sky.
And the wounds they sound, like seashells,
when the wounds swiftness of flight,
essence of the waves.
blood smells of the sea, sea and wine tastes.
sea winery, wine bravo,
bursts where the wounded man drowns, shuddering,
and flowers, and is.
I am wounded, look at me: I need more lives.
The one that is too small for the great task
want to lose blood from wounds.
Tell me who was not injured.
My life is a happy childhood injury.
unto those who are not wounded, who never feels
wounded by life, or life lies wounded
cheerfully!
If even the hospitals are going with joy,
orchards become gaping wounds,
of oleanders bloom before the surgery.
of bloody doors.
II
bleed for freedom, fight, live on.
For freedom, my eyes and my hands,
as a tree of blood, generous and imprisoned, I
surgeons.
of freedom I feel more hearts
that sand in my chest, my veins are foams,
and go into the hospitals, and entered the cotton
as lilies.
of freedom I loose in battle
of those who have rolled his statue in the mud.
And I break loose shots of my feet of my arms,
my house, everything.
Because where some empty matted,
she will put two stones into the future,
and make new arms and legs to grow new
in meat harvested.
sprout winged autumn sap without
relics of my body I lose every wound.
Because I am like the tree cut down, that sucker:
because even I have a life.
Miguel Hernández
"Although the fall of your graves cover story with apparent dust of oblivion, never give up or to oldest our dreams "Miguel Hernández
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Sunday, September 27, 2009
Simple Fold Fan Serviette
February 6, 1694: Macaques. The last expedition against Palmares
The Indian hunter, killer of many miles of Indian, born of mother India. Guarani and Portuguese speaking almost nothing. Domingos Jorge Velho Mameluke captain San Pablo, Mestizos who have sown terror in the middle of Brazil on behalf of the colonial masters and fierce exorcism than half of his blood.
In the past six years, Captain Sunday rented his services to the Portuguese crown against the Indians janduim, raised in the backwoods of Pernambuco and Rio Grande do Norte. After a long butcher comes to Recife, victorious, and there he was hired to raze Palmares. They offer a nice booty and black land for sale in Rio de Janeiro and Buenos Aires, plus infinite promise amnesties, four orders habits religiosas y treinta grados militares para repartir entre sus hombres.
Con el catalejo en bandolera sobre el pecho desnudo, abierta la casaca grasienta, el capitán Domingos desfila a caballo por las calles de Recife, a la cabeza de sus oficiales mestizos y sus soldados indios degolladores de indios. Cabalga entre nubes de polvo y olores de pólvora y aguardiente, atravesando ovaciones y bandadas de pañuelos blancos: este mesías nos salvará de los negros alzados, cree o quiere la gente, convencida de que los cimarrones tienen la culpa de la falta de brazos en los ingenios y también tienen la culpa de las pestes y las drought that scorched the northeast, because God will not send health or the rain is not ceased, the scandal of Palmares.
and is organized crusade. Volunteers come from all sides, driven by hunger, looking for safe serving. Emptied prisons: prisoners to join the largest army yet assembled in Brazil.
The Indian scouts go forward and the rear black porters. Nine thousand men through the jungle, they come to the mountain and climb to the summit where you can admire the fortifications of Macaques. This time carry guns. Several days
duration of the siege. The guns annihilated the triple wall of wood and stone. Melee fights, on the edge. There are so many dead that there is nowhere to fall, and continues the degollatina among the bushes. Many blacks attempting to flee and slip into the void by the cliffs, and many are choosing to throw off the cliff.
The flames devour the capital of Palmares. From the distant city of Porto Calvo you see the glow of the gigantic bonfire burning all night. Burn to memory. Hunting horns never stop proclaiming the victory.
Zumbi chief, wounded, managed to escape. From the peaks comes to the jungle. Wanders through the green tunnels in the woods, looking for yours.
The Indian hunter, killer of many miles of Indian, born of mother India. Guarani and Portuguese speaking almost nothing. Domingos Jorge Velho Mameluke captain San Pablo, Mestizos who have sown terror in the middle of Brazil on behalf of the colonial masters and fierce exorcism than half of his blood.
In the past six years, Captain Sunday rented his services to the Portuguese crown against the Indians janduim, raised in the backwoods of Pernambuco and Rio Grande do Norte. After a long butcher comes to Recife, victorious, and there he was hired to raze Palmares. They offer a nice booty and black land for sale in Rio de Janeiro and Buenos Aires, plus infinite promise amnesties, four orders habits religiosas y treinta grados militares para repartir entre sus hombres.
Con el catalejo en bandolera sobre el pecho desnudo, abierta la casaca grasienta, el capitán Domingos desfila a caballo por las calles de Recife, a la cabeza de sus oficiales mestizos y sus soldados indios degolladores de indios. Cabalga entre nubes de polvo y olores de pólvora y aguardiente, atravesando ovaciones y bandadas de pañuelos blancos: este mesías nos salvará de los negros alzados, cree o quiere la gente, convencida de que los cimarrones tienen la culpa de la falta de brazos en los ingenios y también tienen la culpa de las pestes y las drought that scorched the northeast, because God will not send health or the rain is not ceased, the scandal of Palmares.
and is organized crusade. Volunteers come from all sides, driven by hunger, looking for safe serving. Emptied prisons: prisoners to join the largest army yet assembled in Brazil.
The Indian scouts go forward and the rear black porters. Nine thousand men through the jungle, they come to the mountain and climb to the summit where you can admire the fortifications of Macaques. This time carry guns. Several days
duration of the siege. The guns annihilated the triple wall of wood and stone. Melee fights, on the edge. There are so many dead that there is nowhere to fall, and continues the degollatina among the bushes. Many blacks attempting to flee and slip into the void by the cliffs, and many are choosing to throw off the cliff.
The flames devour the capital of Palmares. From the distant city of Porto Calvo you see the glow of the gigantic bonfire burning all night. Burn to memory. Hunting horns never stop proclaiming the victory.
Zumbi chief, wounded, managed to escape. From the peaks comes to the jungle. Wanders through the green tunnels in the woods, looking for yours.
CarF photos.
Text of Eduardo Galeano (Proceedings of the fire )
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