Monday, May 31, 2010

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091 - ILLUSTRATION OF RICKY MARTIN IN "OH MY GOD"



The number of June-July issue of the journal "Oh my god" is cargadito of reports and exclusive. Among them, a special about Ricky Martin with this illustration that at last we can see you living la vida loca. But crazy, crazy ...

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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

What If I Have Alot Of Blood In My Phelgm



200 years egocentric We sometimes forget that the 500 walked by indigenous peoples. We are also the widest avenue in the world that opens the gates of the city, so that they themselves claim everything that was stolen and belongs to them and applaud. We are the breadbasket of the world, while outside is the war we are part of the periphery at times indefinite. We land pa 'come on payments that could not, we reach the port where thousands of ships and dreams, socialists, anarchists. We are an immigration law and the murderers of our Indians. We are federal anti-unitary. We are the unions that defend the rights of workers and the general who gives them what they want at the same time that annihilates the specter of communism. We women can go to vote. We are the church that believes what he pleases and blesses the weapons, and Third World priests. We are that crazy guerrilla killed in Bolivia. We stopped on democracy, the bloodiest dictatorship and 30 000 are no longer return but always will be. We are a full stadium shouting goal, while outside the torturers and murderers put the game on the radio to cover the screams of pain. We are the resistance to the horror, maimed many broken dreams and an outbreak of hope reborn. We are the hand of God. We are a white tent asking for education. We are mothers, grandmothers and children asking for justice for their families until the last breath than to leave. We are an eternal place in May that saw demonstrations all happen. We four presidents in ten days and we are the people in the street saying "state of siege anymore." We are the tango, rock and folk, we Cortazar and Borges. We are the waterfalls and mountains, glaciers and seva Tucuman, the city and the sidewalk and the beer at the kiosk on the corner on Friday lost in the city. We
Argentine and Latin American to win always, we will never stop.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

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was early for such a crazy drunk, but too late for regrets. Sometimes it happens, I lose control, I repeat again and again the same cartoon and the next day I do not know who I am. Because so hard I give love when the stakes higher, the words escape me with eyes on the ground I think of the humiliation. I do not want to cause more pain and you're right, I am unable to give any assurance with another person is going to be better.
Then comes back to my lair, with truncated ideas and flavor to blame the coach hung. Then I fall dead and the rest of you sleep. Dream images tell me that I can change the ticket to stay another day closer to you and kiss till the morning, I wake up without a heart. Is that back in reality you do not need to take any micro to look and there is no such separation. Because you're here by my side and I can touch you if you want, sing a song. But our love traveling thousands of miles and that distance can not save. Better not finish what he started no, better not kiss you again. About

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Anyone Get Their Tax Refund Earlier Than

Bicentennial Circle Knot

all have several absences aroma. We're in your room. You lying, lying, fighting fatigue accumulated from years of work. I sat beside you, talking about issues that are the shadow of those who really wanted. Trivia invade us, and everything I make you feel good. But come to me want to vomit. Saturated mixture of tears and can not leave before you, today I am the strength paper and gave me at your mercy, with total certainty that my life would not see you suffer. But still a moment and you invade us you stay in the middle of the bed occupied while I wonder if it will be so for how strange. And while stared at the empty part of the bed, I begin to imagine the conversation that we will never have. Review every sentence you say, every explanation, every tremor of my voice and every fear. When imagining your reaction, I can not. And I can not just back to reality. I look, I see your eyes lost somewhere while you wonder if you want to make tea or if you need something.
Back to reality, bound that knot that you can not untie.

Sunday, May 9, 2010

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Version 1 Mind Spring

Hoola of nuevooo, and played post and draw a bit of flesh and souls pekeƱitas, here I leave another ideilla of long ago, these tales, with their warmth and the flowers are waking melting snow, winter ends and spring begins, wing, for k yeah.
I hope your opinions and thank all the k have already discussed (thanks Maz;))