Friday, March 25, 2011

Condolence Card Arabic

ESTHER SAEZ

"I came with a section of the hepatic artery, the outbreak of the lungs, the alveoli burned ... His head was burned from behind, my tabs were flying, a clot in the head and three cardiac arrests that night, because you usually will not be here "I said smiling, with that slight smile who loves life above all things as happiness and love justice. Front of those other imposts and Pharisaic smiles alargacuellos those who see the smoldering embers of the victims the same opportunities as the flock of gulls in the fishing nets. Pure matter of survival. Forgiveness also speaks in a voice that barely leaves him inside, fragile and fleeting as the pizzicato of a lyre. A pardon would all Scottish, if not blushing. Punchinellos crude, immobile and soulless, witnessing daily the hatred and dirty slapstick selective memory.

knows that the pain and misery equal to kings and paupers, heroes and villains, Capulets and Montagues, but we did not know is that the same pain that erodes the fragile scaffolding that there could be germinated shoots and cotyledons authentic pregnant of hope, like the lotus flower emerges from the dirty swamp. Real life lesson. These little lessons that only ineffable mere contemplation loaded Wind sails of our poor boats. In times of low-flying falconry is not over once again believe in human beings. And that, more or less, it seems sufficient.





Sunday, March 20, 2011

Cydia Hacking Sources 2010

Case Melincué - Yves Domergue and Cristina Cialceta - Changing times


IF
Melincué
documentary that tells the story of the recent emergence of the identity of the remains of two missing persons ( Yves Domergue and Cristina Cialceta) during the last military dictatorship. A long chain of solidarity built the research came full circle over 34 years of absence. An investigation led to the students from School No. 425 "Paul Pizzurno" along with Juliana Cagrandi teacher in the village of Melincué, province of Santa Fe The narrator of the documentary is Eric Domergue, brother Yves, who we can know the past of Yves and Cristina.



The documentary will air - changes :
  • on Channel Meeting - Thursday 24 March at 21:00.
  • PUBLIC on TV - Channel 7 - March 24 at 18:00 pm and 24 pm.

source: Canal Encuentro

Official Site Yves by his brother Eric:

http://www.yvesdomergue.com

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Star Wars хентай

Death pays living

Giuseppe Ungaretti

The price of death

Soldier, survivor and poet, Giuseppe Ungaretti's work seems constructed all around the same theme: the void. How do you write? How do I get through? How to catch the beauty that awaits on the other side? A tour of his work, from port buried in the trenches writing up the old notebook, written after a lifetime of searching and loss, to understand an essential work which can be read in light of the phrase "Death is paid living. "

View full article Guillermo Saccomanno Page12 in

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Friday, March 11, 2011

Home Remedy Treatment For Milia Near Eyes

KNOW ... Andalusians and BLAS INFANTE



There was a time when we were big, very big. Four times larger than the Roman Empire to be exact, only surpassed in size, but not in domain, the Macedonian empire of Alexander the Great and the Mongol Empire of Genghis Khan. With a little nuance differential were the first to extend such an influence on this side and beyond the seas. But when wheat sprouted and bore fruit, the weeds appeared also. And with it, Charles II, the Typhoid Mary of Bourbon, Philip V, King Felon and Godoy hustler ... A wreck after another. A withdrawal of no return, just to gather the dry leaf and curl with the touch of the flame. And the amnesia, that evil is endemic to this weary tail end of Europe to be skinned.

Today, as then, same but different. Identical raisins hanging vines, branches and dry on a strain descangallada. Eleven of March. One day, with more pain than glory, would bolster the liturgical year as a true Good Friday. A day of worship to treason and disloyalty. Seven years have passed since that Thursday, two thousand four in which the executioners sink their nails on a nation that was beginning to open again the wings. Ten backpacks hammered into shape enough to throw bombs on the floor all the scaffolding that was starting to raise what was demolished years ago for different foxes, even more treacherous if it is the last Grand Felon. A breakdown of the state he fell into the social tissue necrosis. A company that back in the terminal stage, kicked by the minute as it does on the arena the bull pierced by the sword. But little or nothing lasted the past vigor. The time to leave Iraq shotguns African bees. And a timid society in cowardly complicity that did nothing but remain silent pathos of seeing, makes it look, dispense the truth the same treatment given to the dead. Mounds above. This plague-ridden land of chips and streaky left termites feast ended.

Nobody could better reflect the teacher Albiac in a column for ABC entitled Shadows of March:

"I'ma foreigner in my homeland since that March 11. Foreign his stubborn commitment to the better not to know, because God knows how things would be if they really knew. But I do not know, I never had any perception of a livable life. Without knowing, one is in less than servant in pet. In that thing Baruch de Spinoza terrible described in the pathetic personality the ignorant: As soon as you stop suffering, also ceases to be. And loves his humiliation, because just that.

Truth is a convention judicial guarantees. Must be respected. I will not question it. Between her and the truth, the relationship is the same as between military music and the music. I am not concerned. Actually, yes. No adjective. Mostly because they do not settle for the lie is what, for better or worse, makes me stay alive. Plato called philosophy. But we are not solemn. Insisting on the truth, however harsh it is to be a man. A man. Not this "

Friday, March 4, 2011

Manual De Timex T45581

Vicentico - The roads of life


The roads of life,
not what I expected,
not what I thought,
are not what they imagined.

The roads of life,
are very difficult to tread it,
difficult to walk,
and can not find the exit.

I thought that life was different when I was tiny

I thought things were easy as yesterday
worried that my mother took great pains
for giving me everything I needed
and now I realize that so much is not.

Because my mother was tired
I work for my brother and me and now win
would help
and she fought to the end.
For her fight until I die
and she did not want to die
not that I die my old
but I know that destiny is.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Rainbow Wood Fingerboarding






Nothing should be more embarrassing for a mature society that trashy indoctrination of their infants and puppies, because the chain supports what resists the weakest link. As fragile as a sloop of straw, from the cradle to proselytize those who will touch your chest to swell like roosters poultry with the fall of the leaves is symptomatic of a society that gives its last throes of death. First to walk and then, if you will, that runs from one end to the savanna as a gazelle, but between duty and the self can open a channel or the Panama Canal. And it is to ask educators and decorum maestrillos of the new school is like asking popcorn in the Gulf. Nothing, barking at the moon, hang clothes in the middle of a storm.

Last February 28 was held for another year, the Day of Andalusia. The eve of the celebration become a whole catechism in children or new catechumens receive the first preaching. Comes later in life, eating and drinking it, Andalucista Baptism. Thousands of idiots singing the Hymn to the Sun while flying their green and white flags that they made of cardboard during the mornings of catechesis. Not fail, of course, that professor who Campanula voice harangues the troops with slogans benjamines Blas Infante, Padre and exegete Staff Andaluces. All very paternal and ceremony. A true community in which small receive the sacrament of the Eucharist as light indoctrination. And of those powders, this sludge. A mud in which thousands of Andalusians as sucking gay romp but which still live no more than that kid that one day she sang the Anthem of Andalusia in the schoolyard. A andalucismo of chicha and turnip in which Flag, Anthem and parents as their Holy Trinity. Rarely goes beyond the slogan and mantra. More difficult is to find a fierce Andalucista surpassing the "land and liberty ask!". Impossible if we through the maze of life of Blas Infante. The symbols that can do everything. And as it turns out he sees more ass the higher the monkey climbs the palm tree in these is the andalucismo: flag and handling from the cradle to the grave.

was back in 2007 when Alejo Vidal Quadras comprehensive cretin called Blas Infante. Those who waved their flags years ago began to salivate like Pavlov's dogs to the stimulation of hostility. That is the true nature of conditioning. That is the ultimate goal of servility. Also the children of Nazi Germany were dharma in school to make the jump to the Hitler Youth, proselytizing, although Andalusian paid. So do not hesitate to stand on his kepi and epaulettes to those who do not do more than naming a real miserable as Blas Infante, become over the years the banner of Andalusia. And, far from hagiography to use, the life of San Blas Infante had more than shahid or martyr of Allah that the Holy Father andalucismo authentic. And it is not merely literary but cabalísima truth. Good old Prince Ahmad, a name he took after his conversion to Islam at a mosque in Morocco back in 1924, devoted much of his life to reinvent a History of Spain in general and Andalucia in particular, in their authentic was to look for roots in South Africa, finding in the seventh century the seed of Andalucian genius. So much so that, in the style of Mein Kampf, would write that "Andalucía never was a people spiritually servile. Nature was created by people of spirit, sir. And today, enslaved, does not work, send [...] Neither the North nor the Christian fundamentalists were Andalusian South. If popular opinion supports and repeat the foreign nature of the host African symmetry in logic should like to call those "ifranyi" which they said heirs of Andalusia where descended into cries of the barbarians invading Goths, who sank Rome "And this was consistent with the cameo that the very flag Islam Betis made at the Regional Assembly of Round stole the green banner of the Umayyads and, more specifically, green and white Moorish kingdom of Granada, sweeping the classic red and white. Not to mention the campaign launched in 1931 by the Boards liberally in favor of building a large mosque in Seville as a counterweight to the scourge of Christianity. Just ran the prostitution or older own coat of Andalusia, it is no coincidence that in 1922 changed the "Spain" emblem with "Iberia" in black and white being the "Andalusia for themselves, Iberia and mankind."

But made as dowsers find water, what better shows that these Ahmad Mujahid other words of Infante calling the Islamization of Andalusia, "The Prophet of our ancestors of Al-Andalus, as all the prophets, will be our prophet and of all free men as much as tell the truth, announced this truth incontrovertible: "Woe to the day that a spirit does not understand a different spirit. For the spirit is spirit as the light is light! "Working with extreme caution on these principles for Andalucia again be inspired by his own genius and that his book back to being the Al-Koran"

Moreover, slogans marketing trinkets souk, barn with more straw than wheat, which left us rebañega Pastor of Andalusia. And nothing like a good string of painted slogans and phrases to receive communion even with heavy millstones. On occasion, however, they are like rose water, which is good smell but that should not be swallowed. Behind such a statement of faith and dogma are the flasks and test tubes of social engineering laboratories, zealous and diligent, squeeze the lies and half truths in order to get out of the blue goblins and basilisks those irons. The old idea of \u200b\u200ba free Andalusia, without bridle or neck horcates, full of independence, calling for a stolen land after centuries of war and oppression, can be filled with the poetry of braided clouds Magin which streamlines in verse, but the reality is written in prose.

oppression that goes well beyond the time the domain of Andalusian landowners, for the good of Blas Infante Castile saw the gates of the underworld and the figure of the same head Trastámara evil, haggard in real Hydra with the consortium of Ferdinand and Isabella. And, as the father of Andalusia, Al-Andalus would be a kind of paradise on earth in which the coexistence of three cultures, as mellifluous and caramelized, settle for a single inclusive culture clearly differentiated from the Christian West. Thesis defended by Américo Castro in contrast to the old idea of \u200b\u200bhis archenemy particular, Sánchez Albornoz, who defended the Reconquista and Spain the Catholic Monarchs returned to the fold of western Latin world who came and never had to leave but for the manifest stupidity of their predecessors. And is that the roots of Islam direct assembly are to be found precisely there, in a Visigoth kings felt that although genuine passion morbid and arrows hang, coming with it until the disintegration of the kingdom itself, did not run better luck with arrival of the Muslims, who, taking advantage of the situation as the serpent takes advantage of the rodent burrow to wait for breakfast inside witizanos allied with the confidence that gives a usurer to be shifting their cake at the gates of the fall of Rodrigo. But not only his throne would fall. Thus, leaving the door open house in the blink of an eye, he settled in the Peninsula an Islam that was just starting to stand, with less than a century of existence to his credit and, therefore, little wrought institutionally. That's where it should remove that sort of peaceful coexistence, at the dawn of Al-Andalus, as a few of thousands of Muslims would need several hundred years to condense the amalgam of religion and power that, dull and disjointed in its origin, could not tolerate more than three million Christians invaded. But the tables change over the years. So much so that there would be an authentic Christian extermination with the arrival of the Almoravids to Granada and subsequent conversion decrees. A whole nursery of brotherhood and integration, the teacher would say San Blas.

Thus, nature is neither forceps delivery took place in the mythical Arcadia of Al-Andalus, the mother of a new culture clearly differentiated from its Latin roots. And is that the Andalusian legacy is neither racial, or ethnic or even cultural. The first thing is confirmed by population studies and something as basic as the sense of sight. Handle the latest data provided outside elements art and architecture, as well as a glossary, as pointed out by the Arabist Serafin Fanjul, non-conformity in the thirteenth century more than 0.5% of the volume of the same and limited to material life and agriculture. More striking still found in the artistic field. Sánchez Albornoz himself would take the wallet a pretty amazing book: "The architect Leopoldo Torres Balbas, the best connoisseur of Islamic art peninsular, zealous investigator of their projections in Christian Spain and a great devotee of Arabic, has reviewed the record of the decoration Hispano mural in a study published in the past year. From it follows that Villajoyosa (Alicante) and The Coconuts (Cáceres) have found abundant remains of wall plaster in buildings Hispano of third and fourth centuries of our era. [...] These pre-Islamic English plaster, recently discovered, they should not be the only ones that adorned the walls of buildings Hispanic Romans. San Isidoro referred to this technique in his Etymologies. [...] One of the most characteristic elements of the English Moorish art would, therefore, clear premusulmana Hispanic roots, as were many other practices, institutions and ways of life, thought and expression. Just ignore the historical substructure of Spain can anyone remotely surprised by the persistence in Al-Andalus of this complex, multifaceted and deep pre-Islamic heritage. "

With these rushes, not arbitrary or casual leaving the revisionists as honeycomb the bees come in search of flowers in order to reap the irreconcilable halves history and from which to make a caricature of it with patience clerk . And, falling on his knees before Al-Andalus cocean while our Christian roots may have two faces, one sharp as the spine and the other cotton as the pappus. And it's this edge, the makeup and tricky, from which the foremen of revisionism can sip the sweet nectar of power by force of mediocrity their calves. How cowardly manipulation starts in schools, by losing a sense of reality to a legion of Benjamin, eager to regain old Robin Hoods as Blas Infante, just closer to that Alonso Quijano one day ended up losing the Seseras with so novel of chivalry, as pure literature is that from which rises the building of separatism and how large amounts of power walks giving. The rest comes by itself. The reality, once again, colliding with desire. What do you wonder at the ikastolas and spiders? It only takes a 28-F.

I think like Alexis, and accusation against me, and I want to
non grata the idiots, as I have
Blas Infante by twit,
by Sandia, and thundered and jerk.

I am also guilty and was stubborn to touch the ridiculous

balls
so many fellow sufferers picky nonsense and folly.

And if my opinions are so serious
and a fatwa issued by Manuel Chaves, guardian of the essences
Saracens. That Al Andalus

whole
lift and the ghost Infante Islamic
whip me with the whip of Arenas

Fray Joseph