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speaking of ridiculous, heat and imagination ... keep

imagination dear

Speaking of ridiculous, heat and imagination ... do want to get on a hunger strike at the gates of the Russian embassy to see if Comrade Putin takes pity on me and invited me to spend some time in Siberia. Just as this heat wave passes, and certainly not in a Gulag * /. The trouble is that even corny as it is, I have a sense of the ridiculous that prevents me from going that far. Said a friend (who had not read Cioran) that ridicule more than once in life was something almost-inevitable. And to this fact, I had better enjoy it, avoiding subsequent self-recrimination, "thinks it will Bear your life, so Gózalo. "I guess throughout my life I've become more of a bear, but right now I remember, in particular penalty, the dance of mothers day in elementary school. Few things stressful for me. At an age when they know the meaning of the word stress, and had highly developed sense of the ridiculous, and teachers forced me to dress in these costumes and then reloaded dance in front of all the students together by their mothers, was more than my young human could resist. And that was my nemesis first through sixth grade. I think with that I took a good step in the atonement of my Further sins

Heat disturbs me mood, psychomotor performance, neuronal responsiveness. After a long walk under the hot sun, I feel my neurons cake, was stunned, is dormant. That if they could, once and went to sleep. How hot! But I will not complain ... much. Yesterday I read that somewhere in the Sonoran desert temperature reached 45 ° C and we in Mexico City with 30 ° C and we can not.

The imagination, the mother of invention , stimulus needed but these tend to be capricious and given to hide, if not scarce. Or maybe not in short supply, not just a fish in a timely manner. Sometimes I like to invent and relate it shamelessly as happened Of course, I mean no experiential accounts of fictitious. Invent travel, love, lived situations, and presenting them as real. Telling me wandering the streets of Samarkand, as if he really was there. In "God is round" Juan Villoro account the exploits of a football reporter for the Brazilian World Cup in France. According Villoro, the man in question made him much imagination to their stories ... that needless made him to be on the stage (spent more time at Galeries Lafayette in Saint Denis Stadium) during the 'live broadcasts'. But instead of hating him, his colleagues ended up with his unbridled admiration inventive ability and passion with which narrated events ever witnessed. I do not remember what Latin American writer said a well-told story, "means" of events that happened not so worthy of admiration as one who has experienced something like this never happened. Lately I have thought much about it, in inventing such a story and present it as real. But at the last moment I regret, I think too much dishonesty on my part. So I will have no more to follow counting my ramblings for what they are. Without selling half truths far. Nothing came to tell you about my walk through the Sahara desert during the recent week Santa, accompanied by half a dozen men incredibly sexy and hot Maghreb. Sorry to disappoint. That does not tell you.

J J J

* / occasion the British royal wedding, a Mexican girl, apparently educated kitsch of Hello! and Televisa telenovelas had the idea to put on a hunger strike outside the British Embassy ... in demand to be invited to the wedding of the year . [Obviously, the British said no to this nonsense]. That level we are in Mexico.

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Postscript: (That happens when you do not write of course). When I said that embarrasses me up stories, do not talk fiction . I write fiction. What I mean is to invent and to pass off as real-life experiences in first person, a series of events, from the more fortunate to the most terrible. To sell as their own, and true, false facts in stories real, not fictitious. Of course I can invent, but this is fiction not a real story. That's what I meant: it costs me, unlike many who make no bones about it, say I did something I did not, that I Marichuy, not a fictional character invented by me, was that party and lived with X or performed that act, either heroic or absurd. Like inventing a trip to China I can to, but not to sell it as real. I hope I explained: Inventing a story is one thing, another lie. I think.

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"I do not care what the faux pas that makes you fall on my body" Marguerite Yourcenar

How To Noc For Driving

SNSD (Girl's Generation) - Mr. Taxi (Traduc. / Spanish Adaptation)

Tokyo, Seoul, London, New York,
freedom for the world to drive tonigth.
I want to show everyone my new style.
'll show you places you've never ever seen.
Hey, fix your gaze beyond cautiously
are flying to spend with my left, im so fast

Mr. Taxi, swiftly,
At this rate nobody can reach me.
Mr. Taxi, fast, light speed I
nobody can touch me.
supersonic n hypertonic
really want to abduct me, take me away from you, Mr. Taxi
, fast.
I assure you will not be as easy as you think.

In the city the lights are shooting stars
no stopping till
final stop of the engine and the sound you will hear

soon, just do not forget, say goodbye
Hey, do not look that way I recommend.
promise that is equal to the side just to avoid


Im so sure Mr. Taxi, fast.
At this rate nobody can reach me
Mr. Taxi, fast. I will light speed
nobody can touch me really
hypertonic
supersonic n I want to take me away from abductions, you
Mr. Taxi, fast.
I assure you will not be as easy as you think.

One two three, here we go.

Freely (anywhere) can move (anywhere)
to the edge (anywhere) the universe (anywhere)
If this is my desire nerves
Why am I?
I dont know why (x2) followed with huge

I know I do not want to say goodbye (x2)

Mr. Taxi, fast.
At this rate nobody can alncazarme
Mr. Taxi, fast. I will light speed
nobody can touch me really
hypertonic
supersonic n I want to abduct, take me away your
Mr. Taxi, fast.
I assure you will not be as easy as you think.

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25 de abril

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Photo: About silence of Nikolay Sobolev

19:30 pm It was a Holy Thursday. The action was staged inside a small church in southern Mexico City. Despite being a cloudy night and rather cool, the temple was boiling hot. Product sultry heat of the many faithful who attended the Mass, those who came attracted mainly by the recreation of the foot-washing ceremony that Jesus Christ effected the night of his Last Supper. In the heat of bodies gathered there, was added which produced the flaming candles. Both accented by low heat ventilation. Deprive a mood of mourning. Overwhelming grief. The aroma of the candles is combined with the scent of tuberose, becoming almost unbearable the-little-air. In a predominantly adult membership, and women, stood out a little girl accompanying her grandmother. For her, to whom the normal Sunday Mass 45 minutes seemed very long, at this stage the celebration of Holy Thursday and loe was unbearable. Naturally concerned, the be constrained by the silence and immobility made her prey to a greater concern. And if that were not enough, the heat and the pungent scent of tuberose the dizzy so much that needed to fan herself with the blade of the missal for fear of fainting. To see fanning, her grandmother looked disapprovingly but before I could curse him the priest called to communion, which distracted her from scolding her mind. While the vast majority of participants were willing to communicate, the grandmother decided to go to the little chapel which was attached a large image of the Dolorosa . Before leaving her granddaughter said: wait for me here I'll pray a Hail Mary the Virgin . The girl nodded and for a while remained very quiet, busy not to succumb to sleep or hunger. But the minutes passed without the grandmother returned, it seemed that would read something more than just a Hail Mary. The girl, every minute more tired and hungry, he was moved by a strange impulse and before you know it was formed after the few parishioners who still hoped to communicate. Very serious waited his turn and when he finally stood before the priest opened his mouth to receive the body of Christ and respond Amen as everyone else. Once done walked back to his bench chewing on the remains of the host ... until his view was to encounter the gaze of her grandmother, who had returned from praying at the Dolorosa and look, now, with French anger. The girl remained silent, willing to sit beside her, but this was prevented by forcing a hincarse y acto seguido, entre regaño y regaño, la guió en una larga sesión de rezos para pedir perdón a Dios por haber comido del cuerpo de cristo siendo una pecadora ... a los ochos años… pues nunca se había confesado.

Finalmente, tras varias oraciones que a la niña le parecieron eternas, la abuela consideró que la niña había cumplido con su castigo por haber comulgado sin estar preparada para ello, que de rezos y admoniciones ya habían tenido suficiente, le indicó que era hora de abandonar la iglesia. Apenas habían franqueado la puerta, la abuela her granddaughter asked why he did such thing, "Communion", to which the girl replied quite naturally: is that I have always wanted to eat host. But I do it again. I did not like. And besides, if every point that I have to say well, I think I will like to eat it. It sure do again, Abu e. Hearing his answer, unexpectedly, the grandmother burst into a loud laugh and taking the hand of the girl commended hasten the passage to come home as soon as possible at home and could tea ... because she was hungry.

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"I do not care what the faux pas that makes you fall on my body" Marguerite Yourcenar

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14 de abril

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days as there was no tomorrow

Photo: paix avec le coeur in verse, Pierre Pellegrini:

words to awaken the dead,
words to make a fire, where you can sit

words and smile.

[Pizarnik]

How many times have we repeated the cliché "you have to live (kissing, love, work, believe, etc..) And there's no tomorrow "to emphasize a purpose-and to counsel," putting more substance to living? I speculate that too. And also, as mere speculation, I would say that this phrase repeated over and over again because we believe that yes it will, there will be many mornings yet. But ... what if I had not really? Lately I have been surprised spent thinking about that cliché, that could well have been coined by Paulo Coelho or any other philosopher of Luck Club. Lately I think about it with unusual frequency. In that sentence motivational and other. How would know, be absolutely certain -If it were possible, "that there will be no tomorrow, only today is not as metaphor but as a definitive time limit. Recommend to live, feel love, kiss, etc. as if no tomorrow is as easy as saying good day. The other not so much. I was never gloomy or anything. Even in these times of violence (as the title of Hollywood film, including its aesthetic gore) that live in Mexico. And suddenly, that is something that occupies my thoughts, consuming part of my time and to distract me from pleasant things like writing and reading. Not because I believe that there is no tomorrow for the world and that terrifies me the fulfillment of the according to Mayan prophecy that the world will end in 2012 and even by the collateral damage to which we exposed the citizens of this country. No. It's just not caused entirely explain. Not a proper burial idea, but one that keeps me from completely detachment with which so far had looked death. On more than one occasion I have been sick, never serious, but even feeling really bad the idea of \u200b\u200bdeath has haunted my mind as something achievable in the time available. That is, I think of it as the inescapable fact is. To everyone, without distinction of any kind, such as an expiration date default, but indefinitely. Now it's different. Now think about the need to comply with the mandate of that cliché phrase I was talking about at first. Not as a 'boost enthusiasm', but actually to live like no tomorrow because, perhaps, "do not really have ... and I'm surprised not to feel scared, although a little sad because they did not know how to do well, because too many things I want to do with the momentum that comes from knowing that there is no tomorrow ...


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I had promised that after the previous post, sad and angry, write something funny and I could not keep my self-promise, for this feeling, halfway between the gloom and uncertainty, I have had right now and instead of levity occurred to me, I came to mind these disparate ideas about the uncertainty of life ...

much fun you forgive this post. Must be because of unclean scorching heat to Mexico City, caking my neurons ... when melting ...

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"I do not care what the faux pas that makes you fall on my body," Marguerite Yourcenar

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Background of the special edition of their new album!

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left a collection of wallpapers with the new concept album special edition, a total of about 18 images.

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Big Bang special edition EP released

This week been dominated by the many teasers that Big Bang has been pitching for his special edition mini-album, and this is just a small appetizer of success that these guys win in the coming weeks.

Big Bang has unveiled its special edition mini-album complete with the song called "Love Song." As promised teasers, this is a very beautiful song, and quality heartthrob is reflected.

Here are the songs from the EP, and can buy it here .

Love Song

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Mario Soares: España y Portugal en el contexto europeo

Portugal and Spain, once freed from dictatorship to which for decades both countries were submitted, signed the same day, on June 12, 1985 - in Lisbon and Madrid respectively, joining the then EEC. They did, after long negotiations, political reasons, first, and economic order as well. To consolidate its young democracy and ensure a faster economic and social development.

Twenty-five years after that historic day, I can ensure that an overwhelming majority of the population of Spain and Portugal is not sorry at all. Quite the contrary. The transformations of the two Iberian states and civil societies have been highly positive in all areas. Gone are the borders between our two countries, relations between the two states and governments have been marked by mutual confidence and friendship , we join the single currency, the euro, both participated in the Ibero-American community and have maintained converging positions on European issues.

However, the EU has changed a lot, like the rest of the world. And, unfortunately, not always for the better. The collapse of the communist world led to the EU enlargement to the east, and the unification of the two Germanys. In 12 Member States, when we joined us, we have gone to 27: 17 of them belong to the euro zone and 10 have not joined the single currency, though perhaps rather say nine, since Poland is in negotiations, with significant advances, it seems for now to be integrated into the Eurozone.

Enlargement politically important and generous, was also used as justification for the Union, established by the Maastricht Treaty in 1992, paralyzed and subverted its institutional development, gradually, some fundamental principles of the proposed so-called Founding Countries . To cite some examples: equality and solidarity among all Member States have disappeared ; today are all more or less dominated by the Germany of Chancellor Merkel, who has forgotten what Germany due to the European Community and is now considered the owner of Europe, supported by his helpful ally, President Sarkozy, there is a predominance of the economy and finance, especially, above politics, or in other words, a predominance of the European Central Bank and German banks, although not exclusively has occurred cessation of a Europe of citizens and a political Europe federal rate, and so on.

also happens that the European Union, adding its 27 Member States is currently governed by conservative and ultraconservative 24 games and just three socialist parties in Greece, Spain and Portugal (this with a government resigned, a pending elections). Only three-and-let us realize all of call Southern Europe. Weighing in Europe and the world-we agree-based, rather than money, history and what they represent: Greece, to whom we owe our democracy, philosophy and science, Spain and Portugal who spread civilization Europe and the wider world they discovered, and were brought back to Europe a better knowledge of the planet . Not petty things, but of course, economists, and only see the money, forget the rest. And maybe that is why so often deceived ... The three states mentioned could have been planted before the demands of a Germany that threw into recession unacceptable. But they had no courage.

The financial and economic crisis that now descends upon the world, and is far from over, has not been understood well by the institutions governing the Union. As they say, "not so blind as those who will not see." Union leaders refuse to accept that neo-liberalism, an ideology, is exhausted, as happened 20 years ago communism. So refuse to consider the danger of recession, to realize that in addition to deficit reduction is necessary, in the same way, try to reduce unemployment, tremendous social inequalities in our societies and seek a new paradigm development.

If it does not, the crisis will lead to cracks that can be violent and dangerous. See the example of the demonstration that took place several days ago in London, which mobilized to 500,000 protesters, some of which were very aggressive. As happened before in Greece, Belgium, France, Italy and other countries. If Europe does not see Queen of discontent everywhere, from national governments and European institutions and the distance that separates them from their villages, it is clear that we are moving towards the decline of the European Union in a changing world and to its possible disintegration . A tragedy that is up to citizens to avoid. Because in a democracy is through the vote as the government chooses. And if governments are bad, ultimately, the responsibility rests with the citizens, who can shoot them down thanks to the popular vote.

(article published in El Pais )

Confidentiality Clause On End Of Emails

Write as if he spits up ... do not know what the mood is perfect for writing. Fewer still, what are the physical, economic / material and even more favorable geographic and / or unfavorable to do so. Some say it is in the extreme, the absolute deprivation or satisfaction, in which the writing finds its most fertile land. Namely. One wonders again and again, wandering trying to find the answers and then pass ideal. Marguerite Duras said that writing as night comes and goes as is everything in life ... no wait. She who wrote the wording of different moods. In extreme conditions. Maybe not material deprivation but of others: alcohol sick, sick with pain and loneliness. And from that perspective on life, writing was his salvation: "(...) found in a hole in the bottom of a hole in a almost total darkness, and know that only the script will save .... "

While typing this, I think different states of mind for those who move soil in one day and it overwhelms me the idea that with so many emotional swings, hardly shall find the ideal time to sit down and write without thinking about anything more than the keyboard and what I am emptying into him. a couple of nights ago I was seized with a mixture of emotions, almost agitations, which surprised me I myself know intensit. Terrible that the trigger was not something or someone close to me. Not a family member or loved one, friend etc., But heard the news by telephone. It was a story about unknown creatures, which all of a sudden put before me a complete picture, pure and without exaggeration gore, horror we currently live in Mexico. Horror that most of the Mexicans we seem not to look. As if we did not live in a country where the Federal Government (inept, stubborn and arrogant) is fighting a no-war against organized crime. No-war doomed, even if its preachers employed media and Barack Obama, Hillary Clinton, say otherwise. Mexicans, and all but try not to think about it, we are likely to swell the ranks of the collateral damage euphemism with which the President (apparently educated in the worst Hollywood movies) calls the innocent victims of his stupid non-war . The news, which may or left in the local press: "in a village near Acapulco, a young woman, oblivious to organized crime, poor, helpless as we all are unarmed, was killed along with their young children (from approx. 5-6 years). So just because some bastards they came to kill her. What kind of beast is capable of binding feet and hands to get his two children and then shot in the forehead? What the hell goes through the minds of these beings, or animals that I can call because that would offend members of the animal kingdom, which leads them to do such a thing? I do not know. I've wondered repeatedly found no answer. I guess some would say that at this stage of non-war and should not amaze me. When you have exceeded the 36 thousand dead (and counting), just in the years leading to govern-sic-Felipe Calderón Hinojosa, what are three or four more? But they are. Although nobody seems to care. [Killing a gringo agent infiltrated Mexican land and national authorities are mobilized and then give up the murderer and the weapon (coming from Texas, of course). Kill thousands of Mexicans and the authorities are worth a shit (pardon my French, but I'm not to finesse). When not in its infinite arrogance has the gall to declare that sure they (the victims) were asking for it]. The fact is that I got angry. A lot. I've never had a highly developed maternal instinct, I almost started to mourn on the phone while my father talked to me. Do not know why I was able to both the news and then the sadness came anger and, of course, impotence. Some would say that neither won anything in anger, than angry or not, will matazón as life, if you do not have relations with "criminal" nothing will happen. (You ever seen such naivete or arrogance ... so to speak). Go comfort. Those who say such bullshit, I love this idiom Argentine-I remember those who have AIDS early in the disease said that he was gay only, not the decent people , and that they "gay" it had sought- ... won by dissolute. Just the same.

So I prefer to get angry and rant before they become zombie. Sure, there to live fear, in total paranoia, then neither. Although perhaps those who live in destitution, in a dimension inhabited by flowers, butterflies and other ingredients of the world Strawberry Shortcake ... are happier than me. No. Without perhaps. Sure they are. Ignorance is bliss. Say. But since it is one or the other thing ... life goes on and the night comes, as I said the Duras, and I write my anger but not any good, just childish ... catharsis

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Post Scriptum. The same night that my father gave me this terrible news, I learned that they had killed seven people, including the son of Mexican poet Javier Sicilia. Within hours, a young university student spent 24 years as one of the thousands of collateral damage.

How sad the murder of the son of Javier Sicilia. As much as the murder of hundreds of children and adults anonymous. How sad this Mexico.

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«No me importa cuál sea el paso en falso que te haga caer sobre mi cuerpo»
Marguerite Yourcenar