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"subversive": "With teacher's apron."

One day I put on the apron as a teacher to work in schools with three shifts.
I worked on the intermediate shift
thought we were all equal (as I had taught my father).
Then life taught me that not everyone was equal, not all thought the same and not all felt the same and not all lived the same and not all eat the same ...
Life taught me that inequality.

guessed then that my father was a utopian dreamer and a man sad, very sad.
I knew ..
I knew that my father was a sad man (but that is for me).

When I started working and got master's apron had to learn many things that I had learned while studying to become a teacher.
Things my dear cousin had already told me.
had many cousins, but I just wanted this cousin because it was like my old man.
I understood, protected me and he loved the poetry and music and all the music he liked the Piano Concerto No. 1 by Frederic Chopin was his favorite. Both
liked that one day gave me a disc of dough with the recording of the concert.
to remember me.
So when you hear it you remember your cousin Diego.
But my cousin was one day.
is gone forever from my life and this life.

But I had learned not to continue living wonder ..
I had learned to walk without missing missing.
had learned to fool the sadness
One can deceive to sadness.
learned to fool the sadness.
This was building my life and it seems my fate Destined to miss
. Always
well.
beginning to wonder if I just repeated again and again, not surprised.
And he missed. Simple
my life. Simple
mandates of my life.

When I was a teacher and I got the white apron ..
I had to learn to walk in rubber boots because the schools were in places that are called "villas" ... poverty and misery and if it rained the dirt roads became muddy streets.
I had to learn to discover lice fleas.
head lice in children, fleas on the floors of the school.
I learned to understand that children despite being children worked and sometimes did not usually eat or fainted or was not that sick. Simply
were starving and cold (if by chance they fainted in winter). And walking

life that I began to understand that humans call life.
And this what life is complicated things when he talked about the things I had left my old.
spoke of inequality, injustice, protest, claim, to repudiate the tyranny ....
My dad was a utopian.
always at the wrong of time. Always
against mandates.

Nobody understood my mother.
I understood.
My dad and my cousin, "black sheep of the family." Eventually
no time in reminding me that "Like father like son"

And then I the black sheep of the family.
So I have no family ties. Maligned
my old, divorced family.
learned to live without family ties ...

So until I formed my own family's family
one does not choose, so my dad said.
And he said to explain why it had withdrawn from his family.
In fact he had departed, his family had departed
And working
in school ...

And working at the school to be friends with the priests who arrived with oranges, well, that was a leftist. To say that the priest
Mugica was yummy, that it was to be subversive. Talking
Third World that was already being montonera.

montonera was then, was rebellious, it was subversive, he was left handed ...
That was me for school principals and the Provincials and the sheep and the bootlicking of the Directors of the Provincials

So my teaching life.
Among priests of the Third World, including books by Paulo Freyre, including lice, including fleas, including protests and strikes.
Among fellow pimps and between and among Monsignors telltale Directors La Plata pointed us subversive of order imposed by dictators usurping the legitimate power of the elected by the people began to stain with blood the ground they were walking my feet.

Cervical Mucas Cycle Day 19

Baldizon The Liberal Party not only allows the sale of the Peten to the transnational oil companies, his disrespect for youthful expression of art and only shows its intolerance and anti-gang law, also proposed by him,
only charge against the youth.

In April 2008 Rep. Manuel Baldizón (owner of large amounts of land in Petén) with 61 Members of Congress from UNE parties, Patriot, Unionist, CASA, UCN, Guatemala and WIN Caucus, with subsequent support of the Commissions of Economy, Finance and Energy and Mines approved the Initiative Act No. 3802 proposing the creation of Fonpetrol Act.

Due to opposition from environmental organizations, the initiative stalled momentarily. However, suddenly on the night of November 15 brought together the heads of Block and agenda motion by Mr Manuel Barquin of WIN as the last point.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMT_6PPKWWU

November 18 deputies Manuel Baldizón (UNE) Mariano Rayo (Unionist), Alejandro Sinibaldi (Partido Patriota), Juan Manuel Giordano (Caucus Guatemala), Marco Antonio Solares (Unionist), propose the amendment for total replacement amendment to article 12 of the Hydrocarbons Law, which becomes: "Article 12. Term contracts. The term of the contracts of oil operations may be up to twenty five (25) years, with the Ministry of Energy and Mines approve a single extension of up to fifteen (15) years, ending irronicamente saying that as long as the economic terms most favorable the State.

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Memoirs of a teacher "subversive": "When I was a little girl" Memoirs of a teacher

was born one morning in autumn.
was cold and snowing the day I was born and had a childhood as the children are grown people in the mountains.
always amused me at sunset looking towards the mountains.
And I loved witnessing the exact moment the sun was leaving in the afternoon and slowly, between colors yellow and pink went hiding.
I was there, watching, guessing at that place was the sun. I imagined
not sleep after an afternoon in heaven.
No, I imagined him walking into other people, bringing warmth and colors of winter, or fall or spring or summer.
A wanderer, a surgeon.
like me.

Then, when you did not see it, then just kept looking around the mountains.
was a strange feeling that came over me because it was beginning to miss the sun had disappeared behind the white summit of the giants that formed the Andes Mountains.
always for me, the peaks mountains are similar to the one I remember from my childhood, always.
grew up in a province located between the mountains
The Zonda, sometimes sprawled on the floor of his mighty power trees uprooted.
and roots were upside down looking at the sky and branches as the wind passed out of the area.
Then I stopped to watch.
looked at the fallen trees and listened to my father telling me that the zonda wind was a living as a hermit in a cave, and sometimes left the cave and visit the villages near the mountain.
Always for me the winds have always like the Zonda and I still think the winds are like lonely old people leaving the cave and visit the towns near the town where I live.
always like as a child.

I was fortunate to be buddies and girlfriends with always playing the Payan, and Ta, Te-Ti luck for me.
was a sensible girl.
loved music and as a abrojito my little fingers hooked into the black and white keys practicing and practicing scales and arpeggios.
I had a piano teacher named Nenin.
Nenin was a guardian angel
really was my guardian angel.
With Nenin we played the piano for four hands and the timer set the pace of the musical pieces that were preparing for examination held at the National University of Cuyo.
studied six hours a day on an upright piano, black Czrny, Chopin, Schumann, Bach, Scarlatti, Liszt get my little fingers to acquire the agility necessary to achieve the clock speed
marked piano in the Catholic school running to Sacarlatti and Robert Schumann Krislerianas applause of the nun Maria Adela who was the one I had to pray to the Virgin of the grotto was a virgin who was in the grotto of the College of the "Servants of the Sacred Heart" by sent me to educate my peers
I have many years to Pasodos live in my heart.
Susana Moris always ranked first in the honor box is outlined in the school entrance. YMaría
Frigerio and María Magdalena Muñoz Evelyn Clement on whose birthday I took a lot of Granada, so I vomited and I still smell vomit if you happen to Granada
Nenin got sick one day and no longer could make your fingers to slide taking notes staff at the piano. Nenin
parents sold the piano
order not to suffer.
The explanation they gave me.

Nenin always been with me at times when I've needed the presence of an angel.
Nenin always with me when I came my fingers glide as if they played on the piano keyboard.
I also had to sell my piano, but not sold because one day I had a disease.
I sold it because it was necessary to sell it.
The piano was my life and my dream.
But I had to sell
Now I want to talk about that topic.
Another day I will.

In elementary school I had a teacher named Lydia Lescano and he was 18.
always believed that all the "ladies" were like Miss Lydia.
But not all "ladies" were as "Miss" Lidia ..
other "ladies" is happened in my life:
"The Jopuda" and "Chana" are those that remained forever in the days of the primary.
When I wanted to be a teacher like Miss Lydia.
She was "Miss".
My old friend of General Peron was always talking about the "Pocho"
As if the "Pocho" was his most beloved brother. When dictators
appropriated government and overthrew the "Pocho" I was a little girl who lived in Mendoza and suddenly I stopped living in Mendoza to go to live in a cheap hotel located just around the Congress of Argentina.

But I did not understand anything, I sensed that something terrible was going to leave our province and become fugitives.
With time and as I grew older he understood that those who supported Peron passed them by arms.
As with Juan JoséValle and parents of other children who live in Adrogué her parents were shot for being part of the Peronist resistance. I finished my primary school
School Manuel'Belgrano Adrogue 6 in which I championed and took the flag to applause National Party 9 July and awarded me an essay that my pen was writing about the events that altered my childhood and early maturity were
I missed my dad because I knew that place was. .
later learned that he was hiding for his life. From time to miss him
me sick. I'm sick I always
when sadness overwhelms me.
Even with the passing years I missing the place that I could not say goodbye torn my friends and my teachers and my childhood.
I'm still looking at the sky at sunset and I keep imagining that the clouds are the mountains of Mendoza behind which the sun hid
And yet I still remember Harvest Queens and carousels and Fitness Club yEsgrima where my dad competed in foil and épée
And I still remember the Virgin of Carrodilla and Our Lady del Carmen holiday for which the teachers made us memorize poems recited in the temple of the Franciscan priests. Even still


Always.


Ever onward to victory

Adrogué

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Rogelia In Tribute to Women's Cross and falls on the Guatemalan Revolutionary War Revolutionary People

Rogelia Cruz Martinez, 19, was elected Miss Guatemala 1959. He studied architecture and was a student in those years where he felt sympathy for the revolution in a country ruled by the military on the right and anti-communist, he joined in those years as a militant of the Revolutionary Armed Forces costing him being arrested in a opportunity and accused of possessing weapons of the guerrillas.

In December 1967, was kidnapped in January 1968 his broken body was found under a Michatoya River Bridge on the Way to Escuintla with 11 farmers tortured. was captured and raped by Colonel Max Zepeda and his brutal soldiers. Maximum

Zepeda boasted that it had submitted to Rogelia with military command "Eye for an Eye"

this is the tomb of Rogelio Cruz who for various reasons has remained anonymous in the General Cemetery Guatemala. Francisco Giza Cemetery Independent union voluntarily collaborate to clean the mausoleum and often testifies as some people asked for the location of various personalities fall in the war. also attended the unveiling of the plaque in tribute to Roger.

The poet John marmoset we shared tales of his book Brevedor customary and told us about her daughter found in the seizure of Bethlehem, the thesis Rogelia abandoned. The thesis on teaching the metric system was developed in 1959.

this is the plaque that was placed on the grave of Roger, for it was printed and placed with fiberglass and resin. she had also laid wreaths and had a greater involvement of youth anti Imperialist Bloc, academics and children.

plaque reads: The story of the poor has always found a woman's hands, who have recorded on the back of the Cross where it nailed the life of the oppressed in the seal resistance.

The estudiantina University of San Carlos I sing serenades and revolutionary themes in tribute to the revolutionary martyr ending the event with an extensive historical review of Rogelia by José Cruz, accompanied by his daughter, Rogelio Cruz, who shared his cousin's involvement in building the revolutionary Guatemalan rebel movement.

at 27 Rogelia exemplifies the violence of the system to Women your assassination try to set a precedent as a warning to women who have chosen to fight ...!!! example is remembered today and say hello.

if you want access to the thesis Rogelia and other historical documents you may call mail bloqueantiimperialista@gmail.com or visit the blog directly anti Block who organized this activity.

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"subversive": "Villa Lola" and Manuel Puig

From the town that smells like jasmine and freesia and shit

ago, long time Teresa's house (furniture restorer Adrogué) cameras and cameramen filmed the scenes in "Heartbreak Tango." The year was

1974
The house, a huge house with well and rose garden and iron gate and columns was the place from which came Leonor Manso moving the ass, because the "Fanny" was the woman who had stopped as chickens ass.
At least, after so many years, to me that at the time of filming had taken me to the door of the house that curious to see about Alfredo Alcon memories back to me those moments of my life in which Painted Boquitas filming at the home of Teresa as companions disappeared and kidnappings were on the order of the day on the cobblestone streets of Adrogué.

"Villa Lola" was then a house with jasmine Rosedale, Santa Ritas, and a cistern.
The filmmakers have always had a predilection for Adrogué, their houses and country house.
writers and politicians have always chosen these places to live, walk and even to attempt suicide, as in the case of Jorge Luis disappointed by the indifference of love Stella.
1974, Leonor Manso, Alfredo Alcon, Martha Gonzalez and Raba walking down the sidewalk with her ass on top. Go

to tell if there are things about Adrogué go if there are moments in the life of this people to dump on paper and carry many messages in the moments that take place between sunset and orange blossoms perfumed the squares and streets stained orange or purple (depending on the blossoms fall off the trees) and that hides so many prejudices and live appearances.
As in "Painted Heartbreak."

years have passed, many years since they already "Villa Lola" is a COMBIS station.
business progress and supplanted the rose gardens and the Santa Rita and the mixture of gravel and grass that ran to the door of Villa Lola.
Teresa's house is now a Combis station where those who can pay nine dollars change the train journey by this means of transport.

A conveyance which does not smell like ass or cake or fried churros.
Quiet, comfortable acclimated and rhythm. At
pay before the download destination and return home form the long line of many who have nine dollars for a trip that will separate you from the rest of the mortals who crammed into the wagon Mud Hens arrive at their destination only in twenty minutes and smelling hot dogs and churros and fritters.
It is progress and not realize that the Combi was that business is conducted.
She took the iron door and the Santa Rita and roses but it was the well
And stuck to the memories of those times Adrogué, the smell of paint and turpentine and Teresa used these substances for their restorations
For Adrogué ( the town that smells like freesias and jasmine and shit) has those things because Adrogué
is much more than a combined trip or a botched suicide of a writer in love.
Adrogué is also the Commissioner who was the bloodiest Clandestine Detention Center who worked during 1976 and 1977.
But the writers do not write on this subject. And the filmmakers
film about what happened during the repressive era.
Then, as I watch what remains of Villa Lola, the house where he lived Teresa I can not but feel that sense of panic when I realized that Adrogué is like a world that is hiding a dark past.
And the writers do exits through forum.
And politicians are hearing impaired as if they could hear the claims of those who insist on asking that signaled the Adrogue COMMISSIONER.
For you know what happened within its walls.
And that is no longer used such as an exhibition of paintings by painters and artists from the area.

Night has fallen and the Mud Hens Burzaco coming from passing through the station waving to the blue bells that climb over the fence that borders the tracks.
While Combis leave to see her white skeleton moving along the streets dyed colors of flowers falling from the trees windblown summer. Delicious

creatures
I
scented kiss their mouths painted ....


onward to victory