few days off in Villa La Angostura, Neuquén province, Patagonia Argentina. A place where the scenery shines majestically and goes into the soul leaving a sense of peace and tranquility.
snowy mountains, blue lakes, forests of myrtle trees, incredible tones, murmuring streams ...
A landscape that makes us integrate into the earth, nature and reminds us to their rightful owners ... A landscape that was the territory of indigenous peoples and as all of Patagonia, was seized with the power of force.
Ailín According to a note published in the newspaper Bullentini Page 12, Liwen Awka documentary, scripted by the writer Osvaldo Bayer, spins historical facts and documents never revealed the experience of the descendants of those original inhabitants, "the first disappeared from the Argentina's history, for the first time, express their experiences and their view of society that excludes and always excluded. It is their voice. "
The film has been declared of interest by the Office of the President and will be distributed as courtly material in all schools country (I still do not know).
Project management was provided by managers Hilles Kristina Aiello director Mariano German and Argentine filmmaker and lawyer
The work shows how the "ideologues of Independence" gave the native people settled in Argentina long before that it were a country, its destruction and theft of common land where they lived was implemented in the Desert Campaign and other similar operations, the restoration of slavery, half a century after its removal with the thirteenth year's Assembly, whose victims were no longer black but the aboriginal Africa survived the massacre.
"It's time to check things. Nobody ever said it, but it was a genocide. The first of the country, "the writer in reference to the violent racism that native peoples suffered in the hands of those who today are the heroes of the country peaked.
Awka Liwen Mapuche language means "Rebel Dawn".
This is the trailer of the documentary
Rubén Patagonia is an Argentine folk musician tehuelche origin and a tireless advocate for the causes of indigenous peoples in Argentina.
Jamie and Melanie had created in mid-2008 a fan club called JonasWorld Argentina. Later started their own blog dedicated to the Jonas Brothers, with the same name of the fan club. Over time they met Micaela , that parallel to them, had created his own blog about the Jonas Brothers with the name of JonasBrothers-Larypoop . Among had a conversation to reach an agreement and join the site Mica (Larypoop) with the Fan Club Jamie and Melanie (JonasWorld Argentina), and thereafter began work on this together. Trying to do the best for each fan The Jonas Brothers, you enjoy the site and the various sections in it work. After a while, and accommodated to the blog, started out by a HQ site, which has the name JonasWorldArgentina, and both the fan club and website can be unified. That is why, now we are creating the site, so that within short time all the fans, both Jonas and the site can enjoy a web HQ, with more content. Obviously we have also tried to contact Universal Music Argentina, with whom get contact and get support in every opinion we have both the site and fan club. Like the support they give us a couple of magazines Argentinas, who talk about the Jonas Brothers and other artists. Support from Argentina Disney. And last contact with Hollywood Records and power to enlarge the fan club for all the benefits that can reach all members. hope that over time we grow older and have the support of all of you and the Jonas Brothers.
Nicomedes Santa Cruz. "Loving our diversity and overcoming racism."
To achieve a more free, dignified and democratic among all our cultures, we are only missing two things that are like two sides of the same currency: to love our diversity and overcoming racism.
Nicomedes Santa Cruz
El Peru is a colorful country, crossing the three major racial groups of South American Conquest: English, Indian and African, gave a lot of racial varieties. Among them, the Cubans who lived and suffered an unjust history but take it as a process to become what they are, people full of rhythm, joy and feeling proud of their ancestors, their blood, their color, his life and his immense strength.
Nicomedes Santa Cruz was a mulatto who expressed in a beautiful and admirable and authentic deep-called "black folklore of Peru"
Born in Lima in 1925 and died in Madrid in 1992, poet, musicologist, folklorist, journalist, short story writer and essayist Afro. Is the highest representative of blackness in Peru for being the first poet to treat the black theme highlighting the significant and unequivocal participation of Afro-Peruvian national in the historical development.
Santa Cruz rescued decimista tradition collecting and setting the decimal circulating orally. Furthermore, since the mid-twentieth century was the most important representative of this tradition, as such, wrote tenths other poems in significant quantities.
Between 60 and 70 Santa Cruz published four books of poetry, two anthologies and a few stories: Stanzas (1960), Cumanana (1964), Song of my Peru (1966), Black Rhythms of Peru (1971 ), Anthology: Stanzas and Poems (1971) and Rimactampu: Rimas the Rimac (1972).
published a hundred articles in newspapers and magazines of general circulation in Lima (El Comercio, Masks and Express), in which released the influences of African culture in folk customs, history , sports, education, language, culinary arts, dance and religion. These articles and essays are a substantial contribution to the knowledge of Afro-Peruvian cultural heritage and served as means of raising the social status of black in Peru and the Americas.
In a world where there were (and are) signs of racism was not easy to become known, but despite having been an extremely popular poet, his art transcended the boundaries of their country.
was not just her art that drew public attention, but its history, its origins and so proud that scream "I'm black, and I sympathize"
In Peru, July 4, the day of his birth, is celebrated every year on the day of the Afro-Peruvian Culture.
Latin America
My buddy My partner My brother
Sharecropper Fellow Comrade
My leg
M'hijito Paisano ...
Here are my neighbors. Here are my brothers. The same faces
Everyone complains: - Ah, if my country had no such policy ...! - Ah, if my country had not Paleolithic people ...! - Ah, if my country had not militarism, oligarchy or
or chauvinism or hypocrisy and bureaucracy
or clergy or cannibalism ... - Ah, if my country ...
Someone asks where I'm (I do not answer the following):
was born near Cuzco admire Puebla inspires me the rum of the Antilles Argentina singing voice believe in Santa Rosa de Lima and the Orishas of Bahia.
I do not color my continent painted green or yellow Peru Brazil Bolivia red.
I do not draw lines separating territorial brother's brother. Poso
forehead on Rio Grande I affirm stone on the Horn sink my left arm in the Pacific and dip my hand on the Atlantic.
On the east and west coasts of entered two hundred miles each Ocean and hand dive and so I cling to our continent in an embrace Latinoamericano.
I liked this tale of Luis F. Veríssimo that tells a story in which two people closer together in a way unthinkable occurs and where it is displayed as garbage that we throw away part of our life and we could add: "Tell me what rubbish strips and tell you who you are ". I copied it in Portuguese and English, enjoy it and watch what they collection of jars vocês ao lixo!.
Lixo
Luis Fernando Verissimo
They are in the service area. Each with its package of garbage. It is the first time you speak.
- Morning ...
- Good morning.
- You are of the 610.
- And the lord of 612
- Yeah.
- I still do not know him personally ...
- Yeah ...
- Excuse my indiscretion, but I have seen your junk ...
- My what?
- Your trash.
- Ah ...
- never noticed that much. Your family may be small ...
- Actually it's just me.
- Mmmm. I also noticed that you use much canned food.
- is that I have to make my own food. And I do not know how to cook ...
- I understand.
- You too ...
- Call me of you.
- You forgive my indiscretion, but I have seen some food scraps in your trash. Mushrooms, things so ...
- is that I love to cook. Make different dishes. But as I live alone, sometimes left ...
- Mrs. ... You do not have family?
- Yes, but not here.
- In the Holy Spirit.
- How do you know?
- I see a few envelopes in your trash. The Holy Spirit.
- Yeah. Mom writes every week.
- She's a teacher?
- This is incredible! How did you guess?
- For the letter in the envelope. I thought that letter was a teacher.
- You do not get many letters. Judging by its garbage.
- Yeah ...
- The other day had a crumpled telegram envelope.
- Yeah.
- Bad news?
- My father. Died.
- Sorry.
- He was already very old. For some time there in the South did not see ourselves.
- Is that why you started smoking?
- How do you know?
- From an overnight began to appear crumpled packs of cigarettes in your trash.
- is true. But I managed to stop again.
- I, thank God, I have never smoked.
- I know. But I've seen a few small bottles of pills on their waste ...
- Tranquilizers. It was a phase. Has passed.
- You fought with her boyfriend, right?
- That you also found in the trash?
- the first bouquet of flowers with the little card, thrown away. Then, very scarf paper.
- Yeah, I cried a lot, but passed.
- But today still has a handkerchief ...
- Because I'm a little runny.
- Ah.
- I see a lot of crossword magazine in your trash.
- Yeah. Yeah Well I'm very at home. Do not get out much. You know.
- Girlfriend?
- No.
- But a few days ago had a photograph of a woman in your trash. Even cute.
- I was cleaning out drawers. Old stuff.
- You did not tear the picture. That means, basically, you want her back.
- You're already looking at my junk!
- I can not deny that I was interested in your waste.
- Funny. When I looked at your trash, I decided that I would know it. I think it was poetry.
- No! Have you seen my poems?
- I saw and liked.
- But very bad!
- If you thought they really bad, would have torn. They were just bent.
- If I knew you'd read ...
- not only stayed with them because, after all, would be stealing. Although, I do not know: the person's garbage is still owned it?
- I think not. Garbage is public domain.
- You're right. Through the garbage, the private becomes public. What's left of our privacy integrates with plenty of others. The garbage is communal. It is our most social. Is that so?
- Well, there you're going too deep in the garbage. I think ...
- Yesterday, in his trash ...
- What?
- I was wrong, or were shrimp shells?
- Hit. I bought some shrimp peeled and coarse.
- I love shrimp.
- peel, but have not eaten. Maybe we can ...
- Dinner together?
- Yeah.
- I do not want to work.
- Job no.
- will soil your kitchen?
- Nothing. In an instant everything was clean and put away the debris.
- In your garbage or mine?
Basura
Luis Fernando Verissimo
If encuentran en service area. Each with his bag of trash. This is the first time you speak. - Morning ... - Good morning. - The lady is the 610 - And the lord of 612 - Yes - I still did not know him personally ... - In fact ... - Excuse my audacity, but I've seen your trash ... - My what? - Your trash. - Ah ... - I've noticed that it is never too much. His family should be small ... - really just me. - Mmmmmm. I also realized that you use a lot of canned food. - is that I have to make my own food. And I can not cook. - I understand. - And you too ... - You can tutearme. - Also forgive my boldness, but I've seen some food scraps in your trash. Mushrooms, stuff like that ... - is that I like to cook. Make different dishes. But as I live alone, sometimes on ... - You ... Do not you have family? - I have, but not here. - Son of Espirito Santo. - How do you know? - I see a few envelopes in your trash. Espirito Santo. - Claro. My mother writes me every week. - She is a teacher? - This is unbelievable! How did you guess? - The point of the envelope. I just point a teacher. - You do not get many letters. Judging by trash. - Yes. - But the other day had a crumpled telegram envelope. - It was. - Bad news? - My father. Died. - I'm sorry. - He was already old man. Back in the South. Long time since we met. - Was that why you went back to smoking? - How do you know? - From one day to another began to appear crumpled cigarette packs in your trash. - is true. But I gotta leave again. - I, thank God, never smoked. - I know. But I've seen a pickup vidriecitos in your trash ... - Tranquilizers. It was a phase. Gone. - You fought with your boyfriend, is not it? - That, also discovered in the trash? - First the bouquet of flowers with the little card, thrown in the trash. After many wipes of paper. - is that I cried a lot, but it happened. - but even today I saw some wipes ... - I'm just a little cold. - Ah. - I see many puzzles in your garbage. - Claro. Well Yes. I am alone at home. Do not get out much. You understand me. - Polola? - No. - But a few days ago had a picture of a woman in your trash. He seemed nice. - I was cleaning out some drawers. Thing of the past. - not to tear the picture. That means that, basically, you want her back. - You're looking at my junk! - I can not deny that I was interested in your waste. - What fun. When I scanned your trash, I decided I wanted to meet. I think it was poetry. - No! Did you see my poems? - I saw and really liked them. - But, if they are so bad! - If you thought you were really bad, would have torn. And they were just bent. - If I knew that you were going to read ... - not only kept them because, in the end, be stealing. While they do not know: the person's garbage is still owned it? - I think not. Garbage is public domain. - You're right. Through the trash, the particular becomes public. What is left of our private life is integrated with the leftovers of others. The garbage is communal. It is our most social. Will this be so? - Well, there you are going away with the garbage fed. I think ... - Yesterday, in your trash ... - What? - Am I wrong or were shells of shrimp? - guessed it. I bought some huge shrimp and descasqué. - I love shrimp! - The descasqué, but still ate them. Who knows, maybe we can ... - dinner together? - Why no. - I will not give you a job. - There is no work. - But you'll get dirty your kitchen. - Nonsense. In an instant clean everything and put the remains in the trash. - In your garbage or mine?
Garbage, original title " Lixo" , Luis Fernando Verissimo story included in his book of stories and tales O Bagé Analyst
Luis Fernando Veríssimo, son of writer Erico Verissimo, born in 1936 in Rio Grande do Sul writer and journalist, is considered one of the most original creators of the Brazilian literary circuit, with its humor and irony that are his trademark. Regular contributor to the newspapers O Estado de São Paulo, Folha de São Paulo, Jornal do Brasil and O Globo, as well as magazines and television.
One of his most recognized by the public was O Bagé Analyst , cutting library chronicles city dweller. As well as works Comedias da Vida Privada, taken after the television Public Life Comedias da Gula and - O Clube dos Anjos, a title that was part of the Latin American collection Full Sins .
I was walking down the Avenida de Mayo, She looked so cute ... decorated in blue and white for the celebration of Flag Day, it looks according to the World Cup feeling that breathes through these times.
was the first avenue of the country and throughout South America. Multi-stage events and patriotic celebrations, the Avenida de Mayo was inaugurated on July 8, 1894 with a march of 500 torches.
Its design was based on traditional Parisian boulevards, although the English immigration was making its mark with such force that eventually won the characterization Hispanic role in the aesthetics of this pathway, spine center Buenos Aires history.
trace In all his 10 blocks were traditional locations are cafés and buildings that survive today.
Café Tortoni,
Founded in 1858 by a French immigrant, is the oldest café in Buenos Aires. Is in its location Current since 1880. Four decades later, the Tortoni was already a meeting place for intellectuals in Buenos Aires. Inside the coffee-usually full of locals and foreigners, pictures, poems and busts realize its history. The Tortoni shows are jazz and tango, the background you can play pool. Their menu still some drinks at sunset, like meringue.
Barolo Palace
The Barolo Palace was built by Italian architect Mario Palanti Luis Barolo, a powerful textile businessman. Opened in 1923, each floor has a different design and central dome reaches the height of a floor 24. For many years, is an office building. Its dome is a beacon of 300,000 candles were spread that news. Palanti was a student of Dante Alighieri, the building, romantic neo-Gothic style, is full of analogies and references to the Divine Comedy. The floor of the building is constructed based on the golden section and the golden number. As the Comedy, the Palace is divided into three parts: Hell, Purgatory and Heaven. The lighthouse represents the nine choirs of angels. On the lighthouse is the constellation Southern Cross, which is aligned with the axis of Barolo in early June at 19:45. Building height is a hundred yards and a hundred are the songs of the Divine Comedy. The Palacio Salvo, Montevideo, is the twin brother of Barolo.
Avenue Theatre
Inaugurated in 1908 with a work by Lope de Vega. Zarzuelas of Avenue was a classic in Buenos Aires until, by fire, the theater was closed in 1979. The reopening was in 1994, featuring English singer Placido Domingo. Currently, the theater retains its English dramatic tradition.
institutional destinations of our country have this avenue as first character, and in their ends are located to the east the Casa Rosada (Government House) and to the west, the National Congress building.
But his story does not manifest itself only on the surface, underneath it, circle the first underground line of the city, opened in December 1913, is also the first of the entire southern hemisphere.
addition, it is cut in half by the Avenida 9 de Julio, another traditional artery of the city which is called the Obelisk, a monument built to commemorate the fourth centenary the first foundation of Buenos Aires.
Sometimes the trouble, concerns or just walk through distraction makes places like this without paying attention they deserve, fortunately this day I found all the lights and my camera in hand.
