Friday, December 28, 2007

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Clemente


Cristián Warnken. Thursday December 27, 2007. El Mercurio.

Clemente:

Cry for you, your garden, always insisted on calling "my garden." Intruder cries black and white cat that prowled in the evening and you call my cat friend. Cries the hill Manquehue, you saw from the window of your room. Admiral Plaza cries Acevedo, around which would run over and over again, like a Forrest Gump of three years. Cry down the long slide that saw you grow in temerity and for which you jump with joy. Highland mourns the path of the Pyramid, destroyed by the construction of highways and you said "poor mountain." Cries your nana, which he called "my queen", "My beautiful Karen, piropero early. Cry
water sources, against which I was ecstatic watching the water fall, water shocked you more than anything in the world, the river water, water from faucets in the house, which opened incessantly, sea water, oh, you crazy for water, Clemente, all the water in the world weeps for you, and do well in our tears. Cry for you
McWhinnie Tigrett and the Poo and Christopher Robbin, and all his friends, because in his books you feel adventurous family. You were like the Poo McWhinnie, tender, sweet, amical. Cry for you your pacifier spent and faithful, who vainly tried to throw as many times and now is waiting on the empty pillow. You cry for the sculptures of Sculpture Park Pedro de Valdivia, where we were the day before departure, to run, to climb the giant elm, cries for you angel sculpture headless looked puzzled, the cries for you Ulysses bookstore, where we were that evening and where browsed books on a leather armchair. Cry for you the book "Willie the bear," who gave you this afternoon Benjamin, bookseller, and which I did not read you. Cries
wooden staircase our house that came down each morning of your days. Cries the bathroom mirror into which steep you to look at you, like your own face strange, oh, beautiful, too beautiful to last here, on the other side of the mirror. Song Cry "Cangrejito" group pumpkin, you danced so often and wanted to hear again, but that was lost in some corner of our beautiful mess. Cry the rain in winter when you get under the glass panel, looking dropwise. Cry Polo Club horses that always came to spy. Cry War Santos boxes hanging from our walls, and the people of story and characters that greeted as if real, the man in the green umbrella, your friends on the other side of sleep. Wailandia mourns beach, where they are getting wet feet in the waves, what party, what cries, what a laugh. Gulls cry went out there, cries Caleuche restaurant where we went to see the sunset with Angelica and Laura, cries the green flash that never came to see. Stadium Santa Rosa cries of Las Condes, where just started going to school football stadium that will disappear, as everything and everyone disappears because we are a duel purpose. Cries Forest Park where you were born, street cries Ismael Valdés Vergara. Cry taxis where you liked to take you in the morning to your garden. Cry three pads installed obsessive yourself, until they were perfect (and you said "perfect"), where posabas your head full of curls to take your bottle. Everybody cries, so will your loved swimming, he saw you, happy, swimming, how heartbroken cries! Things you played Lloran, where we walked, we cried, and no tears.
So why do you laugh, why your face pure dead child insists on laughing, crying inconsolably while everyone? Why are you laughing, Clement, my love, our pain?

Thursday, December 27, 2007

How To Find Skates Arches Hurt

The commander ignored tragedy Robledo


The ignored tragedy Robledo commander

The Starling

was a very interesting (it still is: there is much to tell about it), I assure you . I was in that war ... Well, it did not become war but was within minutes of being.

The evening is not to die on this day December 21, 1978. The setting sun cast shadows on the huge and inaccurate light battalion bivouac Reinforced Regiment No. 17 "Los Angeles." Gigantic, inaccurate and downright smelly shadow Lieutenant Colonel Robledo, commander of the defensive position of Piedra del Indio "is assumed in the operational planning the Third Army Division Chile-must be rejected in a few hours - to be exact, in nine hours, at 3 am on December 22, 1978 - the Argentine forces military attack much higher. Incomparably superior.

(I've always held-until today-that the material superiority Argentina would not have dented the spirit of the Chilean military superiority, but I can be wrong).

Lieutenant Colonel Nibaldo Santelices Robledo-army officer in Chile since 1961 - who your father always criticized military has been made, as he called his mother from early childhood, smells a destination to describe as tragic if he knew fully what it means to the tragic. He knows very vague, which will ultimately be better for him.

Robledo takes to die within nine hours, as perceived at the olfactory in the gigantic shadows which the rocks bordering the Pichachén crossings, Disposal, Picunleo, Pilunchaya, Copulhue and rush Copahue clearly presagiantes on the bivouac light infantry battalion.

There is always doubt. Robledo is peering long your spouse, Laura, it could commit adultery with that lawyer Concepción, then suspected of being a communist shit. And, of course, will be greatly grieves in nine hours to die for the country (think fall killed by the first artillery shells on the mighty Argentina). And to die, quite possibly, at the very moment in which the lawyer is producing communist shit the third or fourth orgasm in Laura that night.

Robledo an extensive and intensive mutters curse against his late mother as he walks from the bivouac and combat outposts.

I was in that war ...

Among many other interesting motivations, the deep torment of my commander Robledo led me to seriously consider the enigma of human destiny and of the military profession (which was also mine) (I studied semiotics and delve into the meaning of tragedy).

As is well known, but the war does not occur (there is no doubt that we were very close, but, in my opinion, the Argentines we had not taken half as crest and are usually repeated, so it gives me at least my pride diffuse ex-military).

Robledo But the doubt was always around adulterous adventures of Laura. Never happened as she told me much later, but I too left the doubt.

Robledo smelled a destination that would have qualified to tragic if he had known fully what it means to the tragic. I ignored despite smell. And the depression continued to make mischief.

And that's the only reason and cause that he committed suicide a few days ago, here in Santiago, with his little gun Starlet particular charge and lean size. Without a doubt, a fatal outcome. A tragedy.

Fortunately, Robledo did not know better.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

Dr Schultz Leptospira

Mondolfo "Indigo?


After reading the ravings of a "professional" philosophy will not see the truth in the world, I started researching about "indigo children."

I must admit I was surprised to see how many characteristics found in these "beings of light" will be indigo? Surely that explains my superiority in the world and my excellence.


light These children have a mission to break the old and obsolete social patterns that bind humanity (What if they were anarchists) to be achieved by transforming the abolish human misery on Earth.

As I report human race is a new, more responsive and democratic, less authoritarian and manipulative, and begins to populate the planet. They are special beings but as worldly as their parents. Only, unlike these, they carry the task of propelling changes in humanity.

These children have the ability to see beyond the spectrum of light, listening to all sounds, even their own blood flow, and indicate a remarkable tactile hypersensitivity.
is why we are giving them large doses of intuition, which is shown in the development of telepathy, qualities to predict the future, and to recognize the presence of ethereal beings like fairies and goblins around him. In addition, some children enter the world with the gift of healing.

DIFFERENT DNA (not human?)

Scientifically we have confirmation of the change they bring these guys, manifesting itself in the activation of 4 more in the DNA code. Normal humans is to have 4 cores combined in sets of 3, producing 64 different patterns, called codes. Humans have 20 of these codes activated to provide all the genetic information. Except 3 codes, codes that are started and stopped like a computer
So far science has considered these codes off with remote programs today do not need. But apparently the Indigo children are born with the potential for further activation of four codes, denoted by strengthening the immune system clear.
This has been demonstrated in studies at the University of California (UCLA). Some of these experiments have involved mixing cells indigo children lethal dose of AIDS virus and cancer cells, which had no effect on cells of infants.

Indigo Children born in any socioeconomic class and are characterized primarily by having a new state of consciousness. Physical Traits



are thinner, have large eyes, slightly bulging frontal lobe, usually left-handed or ambidextrous. They eat little, and even, some are vegetarians for not supporting the meat.
this new race in 1999 and covered 80% of the world's children.
These children do not accept the mandate or authority, refuse handling, in authenticity and dishonesty. They do not accept the old tricks of discipline based on creating fear and guilt. .
If you repress the powerful feeling that is not achieved an adult able to confront any challenge.

a Child Mission

Indigo Indigo children are excellent healers, they have the ability to drain, and raise the energy balance of who around him. The vibrational frequency of these children can heal using only his energy. At first they did not "know" they can, but they either have in conscience, act instinctively in it, could be that your entries against an indigo child two years old that you have a headache, then you instinctively say " it hurts here ", turns his little hand to your head ... and in seconds your pain goes away. This facet of healing is a prominent feature on indigo children, as they are all healers, without exception.
An indigo child is to raise the energy of the planet and its inhabitants, are the ones who help you go beyond our third dimension to the fourth.

Is your child an Indigo Child?
To find out, ask yourself these questions:

1. Did your child into the world with a sense of royalty and acting as such?
2. Do you have a sense of deserving to be here and now?
3. Do you have a clear sense of identity?
4. Have difficulty with discipline and authority?
5. Does he refuse to do certain things to be sorted?
6. Is it to torture your child wait in queues?
7. Are you frustrated to structured and routine systems that require little creativity?
8. Do you find better ways of doing things that suggest them at home or school?
9. Is your child a nonconformist?
10. Does he refuse to respond to manipulation or management through the use of guilt?
11. Bored easily with assigned tasks?
12. Do you have symptoms of Attention Disorder or hyperactivity?
13. Does it show intuitive ability?
14. Is it particularly creative?
15. Does that show any empathy or concern for others?
16. Development "abstract thinking at an early age?
17. Is it really smart and / or gifted?
18. you found your child's readiness to daydreaming?
19. Does your child look deep and wise?
20. "Is spiritual thoughts and concepts with ease?

If you have answered yes to at least 10 of these questions, he or she is probably an Indigo. If more than 15 hits, most definitely is.



Source: http://www.formarse.com.ar/articulos/ninos_indigo.htm


Atte. Rudolfs Mondolfo

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

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TANGO THEME


tango theme

Rafael Storni

never was pleased to attend the one at Teatro Municipal de Temuco, clothed environment for her always special importance: it was gratifying to his many acquaintances and few friends knew that his intellectual vigor of women clearly linked to the supreme magic of the tango was always accompanied by a man recommended.

But this time I had not, he could not be accompanied by one man, recommended or not. He had said he should attend the Third Concerto all alone but accompanied by "an absolute personal fortitude." It should arrive, as usual, driving his own car and exactly at 19:45. Outside find it rather interesting musical repertoire of that time, she knew exactly what was going. But, hey, $ 500 000 is $ 500 000.

He held without difficulty the location entered in the ticket: T-4. He had been told that, despite their distance from the stage - "or if you prefer, because of their distance" - the seat was unbeatable. But she did not know why.

took the diffuse ambient lighting to install the lens and browse the program notes. He was so learned that Peer Gynt, the central character of Henrik Ibsen's drama of the same name, which was commissioned incidental music Grieg, was a dreamer inconsistent and lacking in convictions by leaving everything to your imagination. Did not stop smiling: always suspected that she was the same. She is (was) a fantasy woman.

When he began to hear the mellow voice of the announcer and official siútica Teatro Municipal de Temuco, to call upon with false kindness to turn off "mobile devices" and "not to make use of photographic elements, film or record video, "she was thinking about how it was really a bitch. And I was reminding the author of these lines when, not long ago, had told him so mysterious as inexorable, every man is a beast, and every woman, a harlot.

And she began to turn off your cell, but not before I check the time: it was 20:15. Subtracted exactly forty-five minutes to 21:00, the time to turn the phone and press *.

stormed applause when the director of Philharmonic Orchestra Municipal Temuco advented the stage from the right side of the huge proscenium.

She made it to say that this man - "maybe if with excessive scrolls to what city deserves this shit" - had managed to succeed in the cruel battle of life (some time later, she, very close final madness, would have to confess that he feels David Armas envy. That is called the director of Philharmonic Orchestra Municipal de Temuco. Although always known that his pride and unmistakably intelligent woman artist, as well as beautiful and sensual, prevented him from making contact with any expression of envy).

was still excessive in the Arms scrolls when Philharmonic gave to the great number of concert goers Third Season 2007 from the Teatro Municipal de Temuco happy and bucolic sounds of the first movement - Morgenstemning - of Peer Gynt, Suite No. 1, Op 46, Edward Grieg Norwegian. Mechanically, she looked at his watch. It was 20:18 in the cold, wet day of July 2007. He regretted not knowing at all chronological duration of Grieg's Opus 46, which was irrelevant: their task was to activate the * key at exactly 21:00.

In fact, she did not know much about music, his was the acrylic paint and highly shameful secrets hidden sensual tangos.

She had been present at some of the days of his pictorial exhibition metonymy of Tango in the exhibition hall of the Plaza Aníbal Pinto de Temuco. There was to see the author of these lines. He kissed her forehead and appetizing brown (for me, it all palatable whole remains despite the tragedy of this outcome). No one dared to less daring. Not even to caress with greed, with the palm of his right hand, the bare back of that woman dressed as a female tango (actually, if I had been bold in front of it in many circumstances in which we came close, history would be very different). It used to be the man that made him discreetly recommended company in the Teatro Municipal, but in the end, he was more equivocal than recommended.

He told her she had a good chance be made good money. She replied that the subject interested him much, much. He did not extort money. It was a secret paid for an anathema official international organization, but never gave a thought as a chivalrous man. It may well take the opportunity to think about her clothes to the beat of The dizzy, dazzling in the voice of Adriana Varela, but, again, chose to avoid it.

yours -only mission will be to assist - in attend alone and with a complete personal fortitude! - At that concert Philharmonic. 'll an excellent location and give you a cell phone. Must turn to an hour and let you know immediately and press the button *. I can not say anything else. This mission is going to report $ 500 000 ... In hard cash tickets! Fluently, "he said half an hour later, the cafe Moro Temuco.

She must think that $ 500,000 is $ 500,000, which is to say the solution to more than ninety percent of some of their problems. Clear that he did not penetrate the lower grace alone in the Municipal Theatre and the ultimate stealth mission should orlar. Peep or what not of "absolute personal fortitude." He saw the sad duty to notify would not answer any more questions about it. The answer to the proposition, consisting only of the brief speech I 'am Gracia - should give it by email in three days, the respective box scored on a sheet of notebook paper. Almost threatening, he said this page should be burned immediately.

Nervosa and all chose to be left overwhelmed by the music. Barcarola describing the dawn gave some serenity. Dozed at times, but every fifteen minutes collated the his watch.

At the appointed hour, lit the tiny mobile device. The sudden light briefly dazzled and led the protest of the man who was sitting two seats to his right

-Turn the WEA, pu INOR. She

aggressive nature-woman-has been revoked for slapping the broken rude. But in the end, $ 500 000 ...

He pressed the * key and sink back into the master compasses - Alla Marcia e molto marcato- Più vivo - the fourth season of Peer Gynt .

Fifteen minutes later, David Arms, bow after bow, began to be cheered up. She did the same.

After three minutes, almost all participants came out to stretch their legs or empty their bladders. She left the theater hall and lit a cigarette.

It was not easy to locate among the waves. At last he saw: almost numb with cold in their low-cut and dressed as a woman irresistible tango, he smoked, clear fearlessness outside the Teatro Municipal de Temuco.

- What happened? He said with unmistakable violence.

- Why? Graciana replied with a haughty woman inveterate intellectual tangófila, tangómana and tango.

- Press the button at nine? "I consulted in forced and furious muted.

- Of course! "Answered again without lowering their pride.

- Fucking whore! You should slap you! He snapped with supreme hatred and walked away, faster than due, for its part, to an exit outside the Municipal Theatre. The operation had failed, which would prejudice prestige seriously resident agent.

Indeed, Graciana not understand anything, but was seriously injured. He, his only real hope to continue making fight for life, recommended man was pleased with the show at the Teatro Municipal de Temuco had insulted: Fucking whore! And she knew emputecida. Why? Because I was remembering the author of these lines when, not long ago, in one of our self-styled and intellectual conversations irrigated with good quality wine, he had said, so mysterious and inexorable, that every man is a beast and every woman, a whore. She did not want asking why, but the issue was left as recorded tango lyrics.

returned to his position T-4 when it rang loud and inelegant sound of the buzzer that warns the aposentadurías again. The rude man came before him to take his seat, she did not notice.

During the interim, she might know, the rude man had observed the highest arrest and had been charmed by the graceful majesty of his sixties dressed female taken tango. He had noticed the sturdy yet precariously majesty of her breasts covered by the ellipsis of the neckline of her black dress-Gracia used not wearing bra, which also had a crack at the strategic side of his left leg, perfectly decorated with half transparent red diamonds looked treacherous and was supported by a bounty of black suede strips whose hairline useless knew unequivocally confer subject a plus to the gallant general excellence of women.

That was the reason why the rude man decided to sit next to Grace. She plunged into excruciating anguish, did not notice.

While Konzertina passed, Ferdinand David, with his eloquent trombone solos, the chaotic Graciana thoughts ranging from his Tangomanía and the strange circumstances she had lived since he offered him $ 500 000. She knew little or nothing of this enigmatic man, it was only by a red wine drinker journalist, a tireless talker, and craftily idealistic. Once, I fell into the mythology of the tango and came to think of it as a mysterious solo hiker. Came to see him as a passenger traveling on the outskirts of Buenos Aires and, correspondingly, it was seen as saving the prostitute. Tango theme, no doubt. Now, with the background music of the Philharmonic of Temuco, was known prostitute, he had launched the overwhelming taunt of whore, "he had aspired to own $ 500,000 in exchange for navigating in unknown and cruelly absurd.

did not know what to do. At times, wanted to get out of his seat and run screaming out extravagantly.

At times, he wanted to blend in with the music that was being led by David Arms, a man clearly successful. And envied, despite their arrogance, to all human beings who have succeeded. It is assumed once and forever, losing in the long bloody struggle for life. He had said many times: the struggle for life is always bloody; often denied life itself. And hence the reason why in every man hosts a beast and every woman, a whore.

While the Philharmonic played Scheherezade, Rimsky-Korsakov, rude man slid his left hand to the right thigh of Grace. Despite the rather mild surprise tocación found it had the merit to get it out short of his slump. Chose to take that rough hand before returning immediately to its chaotic reverie. Achieved

said that the concert ended, ask the rude man if he dared to walk her home. Without doubt, assumed Gracia that the stranger who ran cautious sidelong glances that suggested he was physically, "he recommended immediately say," Hey ... Of course, ma'am. " With a strange calmness, he said that would not necessarily do not find it rewarding to be nude in the arms of this man. Even be possible that he was interested in tango metonymies expressed in acrylic.

- Why they will not excite my suburban women naked? She wondered out loud in a whisper.

- What do you say, ma'am? -Heard to ask your neighbor, rude man, at the same time he exercised a remarkable pressure on his right hand.

"No, no, nothing I can tell you later when the music finished," answered Grace with strict sensual serenity of her voice, she was always linked to the magic of tango Adriana Varela.

The music ended five or six minutes later. Applause broke out in the great hall of the Teatro Municipal de Temuco. Grace broke his right hand man of the left rough and welcomed with sincere devotion. The rude man did the same, welcomed with a fervor that was not used.

- There is no doubt that this guy does not value art? -key question affirmed women tango, and tangómana tangófila. In spite of his past in the MIR and its current left rather vague, she argued that the Teatro Municipal de Temuco did not need to be available to the broken.

Five minutes later, the large room vacated began his public. Comical scrutinize the faces of those who went to the outside, they looked pleased by the telethon had witnessed, but not a little distressed by the degree below zero would welcome them under the little starry sky and the city archicontaminado Ñielol.

Ten minutes later, just sat in the row T Grace and the male rude. She decided to act with greater calm, and would be the time to ask if he dared to travel with her to his house, what he would say, "Hey ... Of course, ma'am. "

withdrew his hand from the hand of man rude and turned his cell phone. This time, there was no protest. Then, by a tango pure whim, pressed the button *. The

shook and stunned the awesome explosion that occurred first in the location of the middle of the row A, restricted to selected officials who used to attend the Municipal seasons. A blinding green-violet projection was raised in a millionth of a second from the seat A-25, uprooted, to the birch wood plates that hang from the ceiling of the room, ensured a sound excellent. Almost immediately, one of those giant plates, wrapped in fire, fell stridently on the first rows of seats immediately generate a rampant fire. At the top, the sputtering Wagner spotlights seemed to preside over the daunting circumstances.

Grace terrified and ran up desperately, deafened by the powerful sound of the blast wave, the exit of the room. The rude man did the same, but screaming her lungs out: She was! She did! She was! She did! Stop it! Stop it!

private Baywatch Teatro Municipal de Temuco showed up little by little and hesitated appalled at the mystery of what had happened.

- You have to put out the fire! Shouted a female security guard dressed in a ridiculous taken to military court. Then, the woman whose name is Marta Gutierrez, as I said at the time then when I began to recap the horrific failure of the mission that I had given me: the death of chief operating officer of the Israeli Mossad for Chile: Ted Ventura, powerful ally of the mayor of Temuco, whose meticulous planning had achieved Intelligence shameful sacking of Senator Jorge Lavandero, returned to the offices of the Municipal Theatre in search of a fire extinguisher.

When all companies Temuco Fire Department began to move, accompanied by an infernal paraphernalia sirens to the scene, Grace was driving down the street Mazda Senator Estébanez to his home. He was alone. Had been detached from the hysteria that rude man blamed for the terrorist action semiconsumada. Soon after, he began drinking red wine in the foyer of his house at the same time heard the last CD he had acquired Adriana Varela - Where there's smoke - in your sound.

We may never know the reason for the failure of the first keystroke *. One of the first technical reports issued from Buenos Aires, home to the operational activities of Al-Qaeda in South America, he said, in terms of mere possibility that the persistent atmospheric moisture may have Temuco prevented the screening of the signal from the cell assigned to Grace to the small receiving antenna attached to the explosive charge that we installed two weeks before under-seat A-25.

agent of Al-Qaeda chief for South America had decided to run Ted Ventura exist after full assurance that he would attend, accompanied by the mayor of Temuco, the Third Season Concert 2007 Municipal Theatre . The action, which I was entrusted only to me, consult the installation of a load of two kilograms of Composition C-4 in a device designed for this purpose Monroe, whose particular focus is directionally the mechanical force of the explosion. Have been successful at Grace first press the * key, the abominable Ted Ventura would have been catapulted into acoustical tiles Municipal Theatre. His company, the mayor of Temuco and the manager of Public Safety the City, would have resulted in injuries to some consideration, not yet ruled who have been deaf for life. In purely hypothetical terms would have been an appropriate punishment to their perfidious venality. With the valuable assistance of an official of the Municipal Theatre-a who incidentally I can not name-installed myself the device under the seat A-25. We had full knowledge that would be occupied by the Zionist butcher abject. According to what we later learned through reliable sources, the Mossad took pains to mute Ventura Ted withdrew to the U.S. Agency for Jewish intelligence organization affected by a terminal hipoergía. The same sources said that the very cruel chief operating officer of the Mossad defecated copiously when he heard what may have happened at the Teatro Municipal de Temuco.

Gracia was arrested three days later. In addition to the rude man delusional statements, few had seen no escape. And she is a woman characterized by its very excellence of tango and pervasiveness of their intellectual lady's eyes.

still do not know whether the advice of his lawyer or by choice, women tango, and tangómana tangófila repeated and keeps repeating that a stranger had given him money just by pressing the * key on cell phone devices.

Frankly speaking, I'm sorry. If I had the audacity to make her my mistress-chance that I always found it interesting, "everything would have been different.

I could only see her several months later. The court Guarantee had paved inmates at a private clinic because the medical evidence submitted by his lawyer, who spoke of that Gracie was affected by incipient catatonia but with a tendency to proliferation. No wonder he could not recognize me and I only spoke bitterly of his personal failure and envy that he raised David Armas, director of Philharmonic Orchestra of Temuco.

I'm sure he wanted to protect: better or for worse, ever wanted to be a prostitute saving for an adventurer like me misleading. Theme "tango? No doubt!