berimbau Log
Porto Alegre, January 23, 2003
(...)" The streets dressed in diversity marks the passage of the flags The PLO and Cuba as being the same. The world upside down. The better world is possible.
That moment when leaving the streets just before Primo Louis * miss after a Chilean and I choose Swedish accept fritanga of fish in the market place that invite the French, that's when a BMW stopped the progress of opening the World Social Forum. Parks
between people and opens the door. A young yuppie gray suit adds to the ritual of the streets as if they were a social movement, many BMW drivers wearing a gray suit, began a column (...)
hypothesis Saturday
Cordoba, March 20, 2010
(...)" Nearly 5 sms arrives confirming more than 150 people in the Plaza. Time for tea.
The three of us decided that we needed more than Plaza Verbitsky who is already tired voice cracks between accurate accounts of their research on the Church in political games and lunges conservative.
While these pamphlets deal with the picture of neatly folded CFK that yesterday, the 150 is multiplied by 10 or more. Never learn the tables that come after 10. And I meet with one, two, ninety-nine, with a thousand more.
The Plaza has almost no banners. There is no uniform shirts or stencil. There are timid songs that soon become unanimous.
honks of support among the looming A4 sheets stuck on cardboard. "678", "the official shit." Those who appealed television. That
TV actor who became a spectator, the alchemy that led to the popular classes to become people. TV That leaves this afternoon the couch and get to the Plaza. "(...)
Memory, Truth and Justice
Cordoba, March 24, 2010
(...)" Since I remember, 24 is the day out of time. Bankruptcy routines.
The summons up here in the corner as usual but I get to bondi to find a couple of colleagues of those who want to come by first time (and we know how difficult it is to do the first time).
I turn off the MP3 for the tweed outfit lady to ask "why these people protest a holiday red flags." His gaze falls as he hears my response provoked and will not listen. Somehow nods but low at the next stop.
go and return to my starting point. One is not one. No. One is that which is based on the one immeasurable. Only on March 24. (...)
Mi Buenos Aires querido,
when I see you again
although there is only pain and forgetfulness **
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original blog text * Adaptation key bandoneon
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