Our idol revived in 8 bits
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Will Camera Flash Affect The Vision Of Infant
Business contractions concerned about the welfare of their workers
National Day of Theatre, I went to the Bridge to see contractions of Mike Bartlett. One Friday night again, but after seeing the play left me a little beaten.
two women on stage.
A behind a desk, his face expressionless, sitting, well groomed, with his legs crossed without moving at any time.
The other, a woman with a radiant face, de pie, bien peinada, caminando lo justo hasta su silla.
Una la jefa, la otra la empleada.
Ambas en una reunión de trabajo donde la jefa comienza con un sutil recordatorio sobre las clausulas de la compañía y la prohibición de mantener cualquier tipo de relación "romántica y sexual" entre los trabajadores de ésta. Recordatorio que en las siguientes reuniones entre ambas (27 en total), se transforma en un interrogatorio, un agobiante diálogo que me transportó de la comedia inicial, a una atmósfera kafkiana asfixiante y de angustia permanente, casi absurda, doliente y con más de un ribete de realidad.
Emma. Pasa. Hello. seat ... the words repeated 27 times in less than an hour. The words for each of the scenes that start in the routine of a company more, to become one of the most macabre transformation processes forced, coerced in quotes, because freedom of choice is always present, but the faint shadow of constant fear.
A play where the company's concern for its workers, is only a concern for production workers, which is not surprising, nor is criticism, even when this concern begins to become a somewhat schizophrenic obsession, to the point of controlling the sexuality of their employees. Strong language, a blow to a system where many, like it or not, we have become an accomplice in these processes.
The tables
Taira Court, losing his beaming face in scene after scene. A transformation of his soul in his eyes, back, hands and her voice changes from moment to moment. Behind the desk, almost motionless, almost without flinching or when the offense is hard Salosny Kathy. Here there is no transformation, it seems like it was before. Both hold the overwhelming text endless doors and windows as traps. In the direction Constanza Brieba to stage this show crude and those corresponding to go see.
Monday, May 9, 2011
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LO SABEMOS
Everything in life is a lie! The best way to "create" a good movie is to copy all other resources and forgotten ... Do not you think? just go!
Everything in life is a lie! The best way to "create" a good movie is to copy all other resources and forgotten ... Do not you think? just go!
Everything Is A Remix: KILL BILL from robgwilson.com on Vimeo .
Saturday, May 7, 2011
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WHAT A WAITNG FOR????
For International put us do not have to hit a kick in the crack to work!
For International put us do not have to hit a kick in the crack to work!
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
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wind wounds
When is the best time to meet your father? not know the answer, but one of the anchor questions guiding the course of the play "The wounds of the wind." few days ago I sat in the theater to see it. A private assembly. Too. And the discovery of the father and his secrets when he was dead. The memory of the rigidity and the possibility of a love outside the home, but in a different love, homosexual love, are transformed into the stitches of each scene shared between two characters in this quest for answers began to be known.
Luis Gnecco and Paulo Brunetti on paper, of these human characters where prejudice take hold of first impressions, and nerves themselves the union of these worlds between homo and hetero. Two characters and the distance held together by love letters saved with a special zeal, the same man, father and lover, to the introspection of both their lives and those of us in chairs watching.
A text Juan Carlos Rubio who walks the fine fibers of the relationship between parent and child, whether in the work, whether in my life, where the common view that weighs on expectations and raising debt is put on the table to be addressed from the love and understanding.
wind wounds addressed in Chile by Oscar Barney Finn is a good assembly, which left me with several emotions when leaving the room.
When is the best time to meet your father? not know the answer, but one of the anchor questions guiding the course of the play "The wounds of the wind." few days ago I sat in the theater to see it. A private assembly. Too. And the discovery of the father and his secrets when he was dead. The memory of the rigidity and the possibility of a love outside the home, but in a different love, homosexual love, are transformed into the stitches of each scene shared between two characters in this quest for answers began to be known.
Luis Gnecco and Paulo Brunetti on paper, of these human characters where prejudice take hold of first impressions, and nerves themselves the union of these worlds between homo and hetero. Two characters and the distance held together by love letters saved with a special zeal, the same man, father and lover, to the introspection of both their lives and those of us in chairs watching.
A text Juan Carlos Rubio who walks the fine fibers of the relationship between parent and child, whether in the work, whether in my life, where the common view that weighs on expectations and raising debt is put on the table to be addressed from the love and understanding.
wind wounds addressed in Chile by Oscar Barney Finn is a good assembly, which left me with several emotions when leaving the room.
Does Menchiesuse Corn In Their Yogurt
SOMOS IGUALES
did not get this video argenta that shows once again that thought and inequality is everywhere.
did not get this video argenta that shows once again that thought and inequality is everywhere.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
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ADEEEEENNNTROOOOOOOOOOOO!! ANDA
La Patria smells a little better today ...
La Patria smells a little better today ... Monday, April 11, 2011
Calves Hurt In Ski Boots
Saturday, April 2, 2011
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Friday, April 1, 2011
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FOR MORE ECONOMIC MODEL K
Huinco organized a conference re pee peekaboo with talk of national economy and popular presentation of future courses, musique back and closing all culor with empanadas and wine cheapie cheapie. The appointment is tomorrow, Saturday, at three in the afternoon, Gregorio Araoz Alfaro 246, Cabasssshito, then around the park Rivadavia, going Campichuelo. One afternoon FETEN FETEN can happen. Dolina would say, No one can fail to miss!
are waiting!
Thursday, March 31, 2011
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NOT BURIED, THE SOW (Chronicle of a different March 24)
"A Nestor Kirchner is not buried, we sow." Taty's words echo in the first shadows of the night he slips into the air by strong proof of the presence of huge untidy that figure could not beat death, precisely in that place where his people rushed to cry and cheer. Nestor
so present in this journey that begins, for me, with the previous meeting in Family, three in the afternoon, receiving the instructions of the day, papers and more papers, accessions, slogans,
roadmap presumption and no security of hours, because first is the progress of the Trots and hopefully fulfill the agreement and clear the Plaza at the appointed time. Family
I leave to Orlando, Nora will join us later, when his radio program. We walked from Congress to the July 9 amid red flags, not a single flag of Argentina, look what. The widest avenue in the world is to hands, crammed with people waiting for the passage of other gear.
The Trots are many. It would seem that the Trots are all from Argentina. Not One Less. Passed between us, shouting slogans slut. They come 24 to cry out against the government is putting in jail all the soldiers. Thus ubicaditos are. Pickle in pastry. Mariano Ferreira that they will avenge the fight, they say. Should be to tell the crazy squeaky voice that is gayola Pedraza. I do not know, I mean, maybe not heard. Shout against Cristina, compared with the dictatorship. The People just whistling with fingers in looks. Trots poor no longer serve or to provoke. They kept wanting to give to the Clarín cover incidents.
In Orlando I lose touch. Dives into the Cámpora as a kid in a caramelería. I see a chick with her shirt: "I saw the pictures down."
My daughter is coming. My man gives me the last kiss of the day, I think. I go with Nora to the Plaza, to make the leg to Ana who is holding the stage alone. Along the way is exploiting the cell. We're here, we're there, are saying the different partners. Nestor is so present. Mendieta crossed me. Gives me such pride, who works silently throw you to the Project without any peronómetro. D txt msg: Where are. Here I only listen to a backing that putea the government. Rpta: Boludo, you get into the march Troska, we do not go out yet. How nice to find Krencha, and remember that afternoon sitting on the steps of the monument de los Dos Congresos, listening to was over impunity in the country.
Nora is a teacher pushing through the people. Me with my daughter and her friend in tow trying to be more cautious. We got to the fence. We host of the event. The fence is open. We went up the stage.
are still a couple of red flags in retreat. Already Orlando. We're all three. Today for the first time in many years, we will say our names and trades: Nora Anchart, journalist. Orlando Santos, actor. I, Roxana Balsarini, locutora nacional. El carácter de “nacional” que tiene mi título es algo que me da especial orgullo, por eso lo menciono. Siempre. Y nos sacamos la foto, también por primera vez. La foto de los tres, la plaza llena de fondo. La foto con ellos, con ustedes, con nosotros. La foto con Néstor multiplicado. Está tan presente.
Decía hace unos días que este 24 iba a ser diferente. Y sin dudas lo es. Néstor está tan presente. Está ahí, saltando entre la muchedumbre, con el saco eternamente desabrochado, la corbata floja, el pelo revuelto, tal vez el camarazo en la frente. Está ahí, en medio de tantos tantos dedos en ve, tantos como nunca había visto en una marcha of 24. Because I remember years ago, the Peronists were not popular in that march. And we barely see it encouraged them to do, not because we were ashamed, no, but what irritated sensibilities. Now we are at our ease. Thirty thousand comrades
disappeared now and always present the inaugural call, a charge that breaks my throat and what I care about vocal technique, it is shouted from the gut, can not walk thinking about how to place the voice. It takes us two seconds to get organized. "From left to right or vice versa? What I give, come on. We read the accessions. Circulating energy that people who listen, they want to hear who we are, who we are there. People who want to hear the name of his group, the cultural center, their union, student center. The easier it gets applause quickly tell Nora, after appointing the Peronist Putos and niggers. He laughs. We continue with the membership.
happens that when one reads, without having previously perused more than well above, is saying the words while you peep the next line. That happens with the accession of Trend Nac & pop. I'm reading: with mothers, grandmothers ... and I thank the following and my heart and I get no voice, because emotion does that voice grabs you and takes you to the bottom throat. So much so that my colleagues believe that there is over membership and keep reading until I say stop who did not finish, which gives me a few seconds to compose myself and read what I need, as I can, with this knot, "Thanks Nestor Thanks Christina, for making the impossible possible ... "It's so, so this ... Comes the Emergency Urban and throw a party up there. Yes, after all, they stole our joy. Arrive
old, our beloved old. The plaz
to explode in the embrace shouted. Rise. Slowly, more and more slowly. The ramp is long and they are more oldies but no off. Fit in the chairs. This is when one should be run. There is the back of the stage, the place where one knows that he must go. Sit and listen to the agencies document the voices ringing in wrinkled, faded, deep Haydée, Taty, Lita and Estela. It calls for the declassification of documents from the SIDE and the military, calling the progress of the trials of "civil and ideological leaders who benefited from the economic model of the dictatorship that tried to destroy the policy as a tool of change and struggle" . It recalls the complicity of business, justice, media and church hierarchies. Recognizes the achievements in human rights. "We want claiming the big fellow and former president militant Néstor Carlos Kirchner. to the UN that was recognized as the son of Mother, "says Tatyana, and adds:" So, from this historic place we say `thank Néstor and Cristina force. 'And the place erupts." Nestor did not die ... " So this ...
is closing in the afternoon. Mothers, Grandmothers, Children, Family, Herman @ s, go down the stage. Almost without realizing it turned his eyes to the left of the Plaza, something calls me. anyone. My man that makes me go, I look ecstatic, proud, it pulls me another kiss, he whispered something to understand. The chest is on and his eyes moistened. Small acts of love that give meaning to so many things ... there's also this Nestor. I greet the kids. Eternéstor appears in the crowd. There are still performances by rock bands. Orlando, Nora and I hugged. Once again, we did.
After introducing the last group, I undertake the
return home with my daughter, who was there all the time, behind the scenes, making stamina. Last year came because I told him if he wanted. This year we did it alone. We're walking on Diagonal South to July 9, looking for a group fucking that leads to the Constitution. Ankles hurt. Lalu gets me out the last picture next to a eternéstor, so present. I get home, I throw on the couch. Notice I arrived. The last kiss of the day I arrived in the form of text message: "I love you. Rest. "Now the day is over.
I said.
so present in this journey that begins, for me, with the previous meeting in Family, three in the afternoon, receiving the instructions of the day, papers and more papers, accessions, slogans,
roadmap presumption and no security of hours, because first is the progress of the Trots and hopefully fulfill the agreement and clear the Plaza at the appointed time. Family I leave to Orlando, Nora will join us later, when his radio program. We walked from Congress to the July 9 amid red flags, not a single flag of Argentina, look what. The widest avenue in the world is to hands, crammed with people waiting for the passage of other gear.
The Trots are many. It would seem that the Trots are all from Argentina. Not One Less. Passed between us, shouting slogans slut. They come 24 to cry out against the government is putting in jail all the soldiers. Thus ubicaditos are. Pickle in pastry. Mariano Ferreira that they will avenge the fight, they say. Should be to tell the crazy squeaky voice that is gayola Pedraza. I do not know, I mean, maybe not heard. Shout against Cristina, compared with the dictatorship. The People just whistling with fingers in looks. Trots poor no longer serve or to provoke. They kept wanting to give to the Clarín cover incidents.
In Orlando I lose touch. Dives into the Cámpora as a kid in a caramelería. I see a chick with her shirt: "I saw the pictures down."
My daughter is coming. My man gives me the last kiss of the day, I think. I go with Nora to the Plaza, to make the leg to Ana who is holding the stage alone. Along the way is exploiting the cell. We're here, we're there, are saying the different partners. Nestor is so present. Mendieta crossed me. Gives me such pride, who works silently throw you to the Project without any peronómetro. D txt msg: Where are. Here I only listen to a backing that putea the government. Rpta: Boludo, you get into the march Troska, we do not go out yet. How nice to find Krencha, and remember that afternoon sitting on the steps of the monument de los Dos Congresos, listening to was over impunity in the country. Nora is a teacher pushing through the people. Me with my daughter and her friend in tow trying to be more cautious. We got to the fence. We host of the event. The fence is open. We went up the stage.
are still a couple of red flags in retreat. Already Orlando. We're all three. Today for the first time in many years, we will say our names and trades: Nora Anchart, journalist. Orlando Santos, actor. I, Roxana Balsarini, locutora nacional. El carácter de “nacional” que tiene mi título es algo que me da especial orgullo, por eso lo menciono. Siempre. Y nos sacamos la foto, también por primera vez. La foto de los tres, la plaza llena de fondo. La foto con ellos, con ustedes, con nosotros. La foto con Néstor multiplicado. Está tan presente. Decía hace unos días que este 24 iba a ser diferente. Y sin dudas lo es. Néstor está tan presente. Está ahí, saltando entre la muchedumbre, con el saco eternamente desabrochado, la corbata floja, el pelo revuelto, tal vez el camarazo en la frente. Está ahí, en medio de tantos tantos dedos en ve, tantos como nunca había visto en una marcha of 24. Because I remember years ago, the Peronists were not popular in that march. And we barely see it encouraged them to do, not because we were ashamed, no, but what irritated sensibilities. Now we are at our ease. Thirty thousand comrades
disappeared now and always present the inaugural call, a charge that breaks my throat and what I care about vocal technique, it is shouted from the gut, can not walk thinking about how to place the voice. It takes us two seconds to get organized. "From left to right or vice versa? What I give, come on. We read the accessions. Circulating energy that people who listen, they want to hear who we are, who we are there. People who want to hear the name of his group, the cultural center, their union, student center. The easier it gets applause quickly tell Nora, after appointing the Peronist Putos and niggers. He laughs. We continue with the membership.
happens that when one reads, without having previously perused more than well above, is saying the words while you peep the next line. That happens with the accession of Trend Nac & pop. I'm reading: with mothers, grandmothers ... and I thank the following and my heart and I get no voice, because emotion does that voice grabs you and takes you to the bottom throat. So much so that my colleagues believe that there is over membership and keep reading until I say stop who did not finish, which gives me a few seconds to compose myself and read what I need, as I can, with this knot, "Thanks Nestor Thanks Christina, for making the impossible possible ... "It's so, so this ... Comes the Emergency Urban and throw a party up there. Yes, after all, they stole our joy. Arrive
old, our beloved old. The plaz
to explode in the embrace shouted. Rise. Slowly, more and more slowly. The ramp is long and they are more oldies but no off. Fit in the chairs. This is when one should be run. There is the back of the stage, the place where one knows that he must go. Sit and listen to the agencies document the voices ringing in wrinkled, faded, deep Haydée, Taty, Lita and Estela. It calls for the declassification of documents from the SIDE and the military, calling the progress of the trials of "civil and ideological leaders who benefited from the economic model of the dictatorship that tried to destroy the policy as a tool of change and struggle" . It recalls the complicity of business, justice, media and church hierarchies. Recognizes the achievements in human rights. "We want claiming the big fellow and former president militant Néstor Carlos Kirchner. to the UN that was recognized as the son of Mother, "says Tatyana, and adds:" So, from this historic place we say `thank Néstor and Cristina force. 'And the place erupts." Nestor did not die ... " So this ... is closing in the afternoon. Mothers, Grandmothers, Children, Family, Herman @ s, go down the stage. Almost without realizing it turned his eyes to the left of the Plaza, something calls me. anyone. My man that makes me go, I look ecstatic, proud, it pulls me another kiss, he whispered something to understand. The chest is on and his eyes moistened. Small acts of love that give meaning to so many things ... there's also this Nestor. I greet the kids. Eternéstor appears in the crowd. There are still performances by rock bands. Orlando, Nora and I hugged. Once again, we did.
After introducing the last group, I undertake the
return home with my daughter, who was there all the time, behind the scenes, making stamina. Last year came because I told him if he wanted. This year we did it alone. We're walking on Diagonal South to July 9, looking for a group fucking that leads to the Constitution. Ankles hurt. Lalu gets me out the last picture next to a eternéstor, so present. I get home, I throw on the couch. Notice I arrived. The last kiss of the day I arrived in the form of text message: "I love you. Rest. "Now the day is over. I said.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Choking On Phlegm Cold
QUE MIERDA LE PASA A LA JUVENTUD!!!
The idiots of today are increasingly pitiaos. " You see them on the street and not know they are thinking, and hence the executive Chairman of MentirasPuntoCom around the world says "the only thing I think this shit is in the immortality of the crab." And something has
reason the gentleman. If we look at the types of underlying trends and thoughts that pass, the result is that the only thing they think is shit done in every way. As characters are thrown fish passing through the hand, find it funny. And what values \u200b\u200bare acquired by the family? This is the result of generations who grew up alone, without the presence of parents to put limits. You could say that the fault of the parents because they wanted to raise them with the freedoms they had not ...
But what does all this, well here is the answer. Navigating cyberspace we have this shit video showing our youth to defend their rights through body language (which is always done)
But
video mariconcillos they can not pull all the horses to mine that just touching the poto!
Well, as you know the teacher of teachers, he is still alive and is hiding with Elvis something we had to say. The way back in the late 80's and 90's showed us how you have to defend what they want through dance and choreography with electric guitars for males!
LONG LIVE THE KING!
The idiots of today are increasingly pitiaos. " You see them on the street and not know they are thinking, and hence the executive Chairman of MentirasPuntoCom around the world says "the only thing I think this shit is in the immortality of the crab." And something has
reason the gentleman. If we look at the types of underlying trends and thoughts that pass, the result is that the only thing they think is shit done in every way. As characters are thrown fish passing through the hand, find it funny. And what values \u200b\u200bare acquired by the family? This is the result of generations who grew up alone, without the presence of parents to put limits. You could say that the fault of the parents because they wanted to raise them with the freedoms they had not ...
But what does all this, well here is the answer. Navigating cyberspace we have this shit video showing our youth to defend their rights through body language (which is always done)
But
video mariconcillos they can not pull all the horses to mine that just touching the poto!
Well, as you know the teacher of teachers, he is still alive and is hiding with Elvis something we had to say. The way back in the late 80's and 90's showed us how you have to defend what they want through dance and choreography with electric guitars for males!
LONG LIVE THE KING!
How Many Nipples Does A German Shepard Have
FIFTEEN YEARS WITHOUT BLUE EYES
several days ago that I'm writing about the 24. Wanted to post today. But today I have to talk about my dad. One type Peronist. A common type. So common that they will not read here a story of heroes, but a common history, like millions of guys with their common histories, common to not less important.
My dad was the son of Italian immigrants, who sold off their assets in urope to pay debts and save the cleaning of the name, and came back with one hand and one below. He was the youngest son of Don Luigi and Elvira. He grew up in the neighborhood of Pompeii, and his childhood and adolescence were marked by the splendors of Peronism, inaugurated the brand at the seventeenth, when I was a kid who looked with her big blue eyes (blue or gray or blue sky ... amazingly) how women came from the arms seized by Almafuerte Avenue, to release the Macho.
Then came her shoes and the dust that he sent the government, love for Evita, friends, milongas, going out to laburar, Perón Perón how great you are. The large type books and began to fix refrigerators, washing machines, those things, in an era where you could make a future without you do need a college degree. At 28 Pirulos settled down and married my mother, a brunette working, pretty cute. Like so many, made his home in the bottoms of nonna's house. Over the years, hence we went to a small apartment of two rooms, and then to the house itself, built thanks to Eva Peron Plan of Banco Hipotecario, beyond by 73.
I have my old images that appear in a movie. When the truck arrived with the company to the home of Almafuerte, played horn and I would run and I was up to the box and jumped died laughing when we cross the threshold of the gate. He had a special wave to the guys. With self and others. The kids will beat him as mucus. My cousins, the neighbors, the children of friends, everyone loved my old man. We were dying of happiness when they rang the bell to get to the apartment, tired, carrying his leather bag with tools, and the three were to hang from it, while searching candy in their pockets. We can not forget how dedicated her for us. The toys that we bought so hard, the times we had a horse, who played with us, scared us, we shit on farts .. On Sunday morning, five in the big bed to watch the race from Lole, and he making breakfast for everyone. The Lole came out second and then mate with bread and salami, as we waited for the noodles are or barbecue. His family was the best for my old world.
The old man wanted, above all, that we study. By year 77, recently relocated to Torcuato, the house still unfinished, the old man had no money to buy the book first grade reading for my brother. But my brother had to have his book, so the guy went and bought a notebook Rivadavia, Sylvapen markers (those of small flowers, remember?) And a box of crayons and asked for a book borrowed and copied it in full. Let's see if I understand: the enferrrrmo you copied the entire book of reading, with his drawings, colors, printing and cursive letters. My brother had his book equal to its peers, but with lines. That year my brother was the best student in his grade (first and only time in his life, haha).
The old man always supported us in everything we decide, but did not like. When he left he was to enter the National School of Drama, the guy says "Look, daughter, I'd rather you study something else, but if that's what you want, I'll support you." And there was, always. I went to all the work I did, at least in Buenos Aires. Then, when I said I would live to Chaco, neither liked nor shit, was undoubtedly a great pain for him, but supported, because I was chasing a dream of happiness. When I was pregnant, I came to Buenos Aires to the news. He, in his fifty- seven years, and was being brutally eaten by Alzheimer's. In one of his moments of lucidity, I told him I was pregnant and asked if I did not bother to go to have a child without being married. He replied: "How do I go to import, if you give me a little grandson?" When I came back with my baby a fortnight, I know you enlighten the nearly two years left of life. Or they brightened my daughter. He was the last thing you could do, with all the limitations imposed on the disease of shit. Sheltered us, protects us, loved us. And when everything was more or less on track, he died. Motherfucker, the cop takes bony types good too early. My dad did not meet their sixties.
three children picked their legacy. The three have, undoubtedly, some of it.
My younger sister took her love of nature and sport. For years now, living a good life in Necochea, concerned about the environment, turning off lights to save the planet stuff. And coaching a basketball team assholes 5 / 6 years. Basketball. My old was runner-up basketball in the '51 Championships preventable infant. Things in life, the meeting blogger la Bancaria conocí al capitán de aquel equipo, que es el padre de los jóvenes Cacharienses, el mundo es una carilina. Pero volvamos a mi hermana. Ella es la única que mantiene la estructura familiar que nos inculcó el viejo: marido, hijo que es un divinor, un perro, una casa con jardín. Claro que mi hermana exageró un poco, y la casa se la compró con vista al mar.
Mi hermano, el del medio, tiene ese buen humor a prueba de balas. Mi viejo era así, el alma de las fiestas, siempre pronto a alegrar la vida de quien estuviera cerca con algún chiste pelotudo. Como ese en el que Pedro se hunde al pretender caminar sobre las aguas, y Jesús turns, looks at him and says, "rocks, idiot, stepping stones." That kind of jokes, incredibly stupid, I reread it now and again I shit laughing. So is my brother, an actor who sometimes just want to kill, and then the guy goes and leaves you with any shit and we disarm all the fury you can be brought.
I, the eldest, stayed with his passion for music, lyrics, and Peronism. I'll never sing Romance de Barrio with sweet chirping, nor will I play the harmonica doing so with the leg as he was, but the guitar pan and open the snout and Masomenos defend myself. I'll never write those sonnets perfect (or that incomparable poem to the shit he wrote the animal). Just words and accommodate the software flaw here, sometimes with some effectiveness. Peronist passion is in their ideals, their flags and I took forward, where more than I am. And where else honor. I hope.
The brothers inherited the hand for drawing. The three are parents who are eager for their children. The three of us sent some cagadón sometime. The three of us are good people.
Sorry if I made too long, I I wrote all this because today only fifteen years ago that was supposed to be. And to say I'm proud of the old man had. And the old man should be proud of what he did. I hope everyone has an old as mine.
I said.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
How To Word Pay Your Own Dinner
My afternoon with Margueritte
What makes a man telling pigeons in a plaza. Using names, making a story. What makes a woman sitting in the square watching the pigeons counter. What happens when the eyes meet, there are some words and start a dialogue. It happens that the birds will continue coming to the plaza, but this man and this woman will fall a deep friendship, rich and moving.
My afternoon with Marguerite (La tête en friche) is a French film. Of natural beauty, is one of those stories I squeeze your throat and move my spirit. Unpretentious film depth and subliminal messages unintelligible passages, on the contrary, a simple, straightforward story, with dialogue cotideanos and threads that weave the life of a worker in his fifties and a cultured alone. A Gerard Depardieu and Gisele Casadesus (to 95 years) in a brilliant performance to take the weight and emotion to the work of Gallic country. Hermosa movie that I recommend.
worth sitting down to watch the dialogues of this film and delivered to the deep feeling of life-changing in the middle of conversations with the pigeons, the same of the squares they are brown, white and gray. Them coming in the afternoon to pick a few crumbs as a man and a woman tells them watching. Recommended
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What makes a man telling pigeons in a plaza. Using names, making a story. What makes a woman sitting in the square watching the pigeons counter. What happens when the eyes meet, there are some words and start a dialogue. It happens that the birds will continue coming to the plaza, but this man and this woman will fall a deep friendship, rich and moving.
My afternoon with Marguerite (La tête en friche) is a French film. Of natural beauty, is one of those stories I squeeze your throat and move my spirit. Unpretentious film depth and subliminal messages unintelligible passages, on the contrary, a simple, straightforward story, with dialogue cotideanos and threads that weave the life of a worker in his fifties and a cultured alone. A Gerard Depardieu and Gisele Casadesus (to 95 years) in a brilliant performance to take the weight and emotion to the work of Gallic country. Hermosa movie that I recommend.
worth sitting down to watch the dialogues of this film and delivered to the deep feeling of life-changing in the middle of conversations with the pigeons, the same of the squares they are brown, white and gray. Them coming in the afternoon to pick a few crumbs as a man and a woman tells them watching. Recommended
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Saturday, March 26, 2011
Pityriasis Rosea Versus Ring Worm
MI VIDA SECRETA
Why on Webe MentirasPuntoCom not all, want to leave a trailer that we sent our friend Felipe Garrido, film student from Chile.
More information about the trailer found on the site of "My Secret Life"
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Why on Webe MentirasPuntoCom not all, want to leave a trailer that we sent our friend Felipe Garrido, film student from Chile.
More information about the trailer found on the site of "My Secret Life"
made us get your input through Facebook, so cheer to send your material.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Japanese Molested In Train Grouped
LUCHANDO DESDE EL ANONIMATO
How many times has happened that within a group of people goes unnoticed, like when you ask the group's opinion is not worth ours. Do not listen to us, we almost unnoticed. In fact, if we will not notice our absence.
Well, MentirasPuntoCom development team makes it a recognition of those individuals. With you the extra that has come in more times in different series and popular movies and have no idea that was there and to top it is called!
the Guaton GOES EVERYWHERE! look next, there is one near you!
How many times has happened that within a group of people goes unnoticed, like when you ask the group's opinion is not worth ours. Do not listen to us, we almost unnoticed. In fact, if we will not notice our absence.
Well, MentirasPuntoCom development team makes it a recognition of those individuals. With you the extra that has come in more times in different series and popular movies and have no idea that was there and to top it is called!
the Guaton GOES EVERYWHERE! look next, there is one near you!
My Fireplace Has A Handle On The Side
A TWENTY-FOUR DIFFERENT
And tomorrow I'll be there on stage, emotions again to get the crowd to see a large flag remembrance has been accompanied by the old home, walking slowly increasing but they are walk.
Tomorrow I will be there, and as each year will my throat full of voices that are no longer partners, and multiply. Will my eyes filled with so many strangers and beloved companions who are holding each square meter that is yours, which is of Mothers, which is ours. My hands will be ready to make the fingers go.
Tomorrow I will be there, and I can not help thinking that is going to be different, as the march was different from the Resistance. Twenty-four without Nestor, a twenty-four without the man she recognized the son of the Mothers, a twenty-four without the guy who started the fight for Human Rights Organizations to the shoulder and took a political decision to lower the laws of impunity and put in channels to all soldiers.
is no coincidence that covered those tissues that drawer. I look at the photo, the white on the dark wood, and the loving hands of Cristina as guardian of the legacy of tissues, Justice. We did things well.
I know that Nestor will be there, smiling.
See you tomorrow at the Plaza, co. I said
And tomorrow I'll be there on stage, emotions again to get the crowd to see a large flag remembrance has been accompanied by the old home, walking slowly increasing but they are walk. Tomorrow I will be there, and as each year will my throat full of voices that are no longer partners, and multiply. Will my eyes filled with so many strangers and beloved companions who are holding each square meter that is yours, which is of Mothers, which is ours. My hands will be ready to make the fingers go.
Tomorrow I will be there, and I can not help thinking that is going to be different, as the march was different from the Resistance. Twenty-four without Nestor, a twenty-four without the man she recognized the son of the Mothers, a twenty-four without the guy who started the fight for Human Rights Organizations to the shoulder and took a political decision to lower the laws of impunity and put in channels to all soldiers.
is no coincidence that covered those tissues that drawer. I look at the photo, the white on the dark wood, and the loving hands of Cristina as guardian of the legacy of tissues, Justice. We did things well.
I know that Nestor will be there, smiling.
See you tomorrow at the Plaza, co. I said
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Typhoid Fever In Wuhan
A COMMON wimp
eggs was not to say "My vote is NO, is against the government that I integrated, contrary to what was expected of me who voted this formula "
eggs did not give to a position that is too large, as any decent person would have done minimally.
eggs did not give him a hug repair their candidate Catamarca.
not have the balls to throw his candidacy once.
now even have the balls to be in a domestic reason for living of all self-respecting radical (remember that the "rule is something that happens between one internal and one")
And in this mess had founded the oponguistas democratic hopes of all time? Godddddd Maiiii! 
eggs was not to say "My vote is NO, is against the government that I integrated, contrary to what was expected of me who voted this formula " eggs did not give to a position that is too large, as any decent person would have done minimally.
eggs did not give him a hug repair their candidate Catamarca.
not have the balls to throw his candidacy once.
now even have the balls to be in a domestic reason for living of all self-respecting radical (remember that the "rule is something that happens between one internal and one")
And in this mess had founded the oponguistas democratic hopes of all time? Godddddd Maiiii!
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