High Cervix Day Before Period

(Chavez Fireworks)

INVENTIONS

The most stupid invention of man is war. And there's only one thing more dangerous than war: its ghosts ... have the same borders in winds of fear when you hear lip. It happens that those who invite to combat never leave your desk and not the pulpit from which to preach the faith in battle. Nothing is more absurd to think of this (and at any moment) a matter that newspapers title tomorrow as Venezuela vs Colombia "and not the review of what happened on a sports field. Bombardment of diatribes fed flames that do not heat any home. Nothing so convenient for an agent with internal problems reflected in surveys of low popularity (and believe more in them than in the rates of growth and development.) Remember in the south that harvest of bad wine drunk in the Falklands in thousand nine eighty-two . In the days of inner conflict is suspiciously convenient to find an enemy that does not bundle up with the same flag, but the colors are so the same.

There are those who carry in their pockets and storms the first summer just waiting to reveal its worst season. Threaten the climate of a hemisphere carrying a laptop sort of global warming.

No shields other than diplomacy to attacks saliva, reloaded, the neighbor who moved his troops from a nearby pawns in Cúcuta. And who believe, the only argument that Chavez is at hand could only cite the Bush doctrine of "preventive war" more than a dictionary irony of life. Random random

invent a war in bad weather and bad light.

Dog Suddenly Drinking A Lot Of Wate

(Obama and the Nobel Prize)

How nice black color now has the white dove of peace

There are men and women losing their names and win one on the road. Reflector becomes key, both are light and open doors are the Nobel Prizes. Those two words become great men pronoun and go about the world as a new nobility which his blood-stained blue with the merit of his work. It is his last - and many times the hard way that have passed, what does the future deserve to be conquered when a room gets a Nobel Prize-faced walking city. Well today

blown (like that other invention of Alfred Nobel) news of the Nobel Prize Peace for Obama. I, like most of the world outside the United States, voted for him spiritually (if such a thing could exist) and of course I have sympathy for those who can embody Difference and Hope but right now I do not understand the jury that it confers such commitment what has happened and not by the consecrated life and results in such encomieda. This happens just at the time that the U.S. government is ready to strengthen the troop strength in Afghanistan, Iraq is far in the calendar the recall and the departure of U.S. Army platoon and Cuba know that everything is going to happen but not yet. Alike are under way that morning sleep in one of seven military bases in soil English accent Colombia under heaven ...

Today we talk about the Nobel Prize, the Nobel Price will know tomorrow ... Barak Obama is just beginning the path of change that leads to the head and throbbing in his heart, but I think you have been awarded the Nobel Peace Prize just by going to a work to the office.

Big Women Mature Tall

(reality show)

LIFE TESTS

the video. Tear. The words captives. The forest behind a blue plastic. Or green. Or a body of strings and braided network troubles. The pale-faced men from malaria and starvation drought recite the message to their families facing a camera in front of them pointing in the same way that the gun who will record the witness named as proof of life but that is just proof that ghosts exist because they are seen as breathing from the dead dark place called kidnapping. Uniforms. Greetings to the children who listened to radio grow. Orders to the wives, cousins, parents, sisters. Thanks to the neighbors. Sadness possible. Broken Embraces. One by one nine human beings parade with its shadow of absence to record that fear him more to forget that the forest itself. Police. Military. Some eleven years. Nine others. No one will return this time. And there will be much closer to repeat again and again tevé personal messages. Messages that make me change channels. And I see them so close that I do not share the curiosity of passing them on national TV. Clean rags to hang at home and not via satellite to catch with rating the voyeuristic pleasure of the pain. The video. Tear. The words captives. Broken voices. The forest behind a blue plastic. Or green. Or a body of strings and twisted web of fear ...

rapture now faces spoke again: General Herlindo Luis Mendieta, Captain Enrique Murillo Sánchez, Colonel William Donato, Arbey Sergeant Delgado, Colonel Edgar Yesid Duarte, Mayor Elkin Hernandez, Sergeant Luis Alberto Erazo, Mayor Alvaro Moreno, Cape José Martínez Libyan Army. I am glad that their families rejoice but today I see their pain live full color. Privacy rhymes with dignity, privacy also.

prefer it for today, nothing more.

Which Do You Like Better?

(Peace without Borders in Cuba)

Send
Juan

How long word in Cuba was not the same day outside Cuba and Miami ? Just for that, by the look that makes for good over all evils is a concert well worth it. How come now after all the discussions that will songs and with them more eyes on an island that has a chance to say what each day will have commanded silence. "Peace is not the sound contrary to the roar of a cannon blast. Crash like a bomb. And to say "No Borders" in a place where he stayed to live an abyss is to propose a bridge. There will be only the music of John, with him several of those who go from this side of freedom can not do with only love (you know the price of a ticket to a concert?) Of course, the Plaza of the Revolution is not any place and that a concert will not be any dates stamped on a tour shirt. It is a matter of taste music. Sure it's a political gesture while evidence: the future has already begun. It is not something that will come later.

will remember that we are the continent of oblivion. That is why the memory of Cuba imports.

We'll see what Juanes says between songs.
But first do what you know:
sing and the world will hear this chorus

that day, the Plaza will be filled

Sklep Tytoniowy W Opolu

(July 20)

Today is the day when we commemorate (" celebrate?) independence in Colombia. Independence Day, national holiday, which reminds us that being very different thing makes us equal. And suddenly I remember that little singing with enthusiasm that part of our hymn that says, "but it germinates" and even today that vintage look. For now, as I watch on tv Aterciopelados, I think this song is a good picture of the days we live.

DAY
PARANORMAL (Aterciopelados)

bend spoons Today, the glacier melts
laws are arranged for politicking,
wakes the polar cap,
ozone hole open space
Eden makes it a tax haven,
and planted the land with mine personnel,
and last rainforest
bought the multinational

Now that day is day paranormal, so today, hopefully
end, now that day is day
paranormal, hey hey ho, may God end

chigüiro Today is extinguished, with complete impunity
and measured the time off lunar cycle,
television channels,
we build our humble opinion,
will vacate the rivers for water bottling,
and scare the people of his home
legal smokescreen hiding the truth,
and we want to erase the memory
Now that
day is day paranormal, so it is today, hopefully
end, now that day is day
paranormal, hey hey ho, may God end
days
paranormal, hey hey ho, God forbid end

What Causes Constant Nose Scabs

(1958-2009 MJ: God once was black)

for days not writing anything new here. Today again, but should. Then look at Jan. 27, 2007 and then coat this short short story I did on that date. Yesterday, today, it makes .... because there are men who are much more than that: they are a time.

WHEN MICHAEL JACKSON WAS BLACK

I wanted to score. It was Sunday and wanted to go home with a story to tell. A story where I would be the hero who had just saved the world with the power of an unstoppable left foot, the platform would sing to me like angels in chorus repeating the true name of God. But whenever we entered the court with the score against, it were just the first minute. I should wish to be a boxer: I do better hitting my shadow but that, at that time there was an option. Sundays have the air of the day should not end. Although I'd rather have spent years on Sunday morning to Friday night but not easily bring the kisses that you give. Leaving the field with every intention of being Kempes or Tarantini, that my moves were the pride that makes your parents forget that the beginning of the story did not know what to do with the news of being pregnant with you. I needed a goal, then I looked around the arch and there it was: she was so beautiful it hurt look as they say, and before Fito Paez suspected I wrote the phrase in my head: I was not looking anyone and I saw .

Something was definitely changing and it was a point of no return, never be the same as before. Now the world that was previously divided between children and adults began to have variations in my mind ... now there were girls and women. And of course I'm not talking about my mother and my sister. This was a revelation and I can swear that the earth began to spin more slowly this Sunday, at least for me.

Michael Jackson was black. I do not know if some of you born-after-some-time know, I do not know if some of you born-after-some-date know who is Michael Jackson. I'm not talking of a pedophile who dresses in E! Desnarigado Entertainment Television. He was a key artist who influenced all the others and also, the legitimate son of James Brown and Stevie Wonder ... also gave us We Are The World and many believed him even if governments genuinely laugh at our naivete.

The fact is that while Michael Jackson was black, shining in the sky as the biggest pop star on earth I was noticing that some women are fleeting and eternal as comets go through your life with this unforgettable light not stop to let you look in the sky after dark waiting to return. I played soccer was a men's business, I needed a goal to tell a nice story and near the goal, and what I said was She as free kick into the heart and I can not remember the score.

Since that day I asked to be goalkeeper but would have been necessary even been official. Michael Jackson asked to be white and I think there all fucked up. The following Sunday my hands were sweating so much every ball I slipped and I heard my name ... only the cry of another I'll never be the echo of the goal. And she, like the comet that never saw her twice, she of course did not return.

How Often Would You Get Sick If You Had Hiv

(5th International Congress victims of terrorism in Medellín)

two days aboard the word victim

The victims were also gathered to mourn to hear your story repeated in other names with other voices and the same pain. The women here say it does not count because nobody else stood silent and live among the dead. In their eyes are the same look that keeps both sadness and courage. The cameras looking for the smile of princes of Spain while tears dimmed more than the heart. Threatened, injured survivors, traumatized, exsecuestrados, displaced, labeled, all of the new century pariahs here found under the flag with no flag and many with doubt and certainty.

invisible here were found to be viewed, they are everywhere, came from the Rwanda of today and Chile in the past, came from many places to seek a better tomorrow, come out from within any timetable that begins in 11 out of a bad month and geographies that are only on a map of the bad news.

This is the home of open wounds.

His scar is called memory.

How To Ask For Money On Baby Shower Invites

(H1N1, the influence of influenza)

THE END OF THE WORLD VIRUS

sneeze fear. Do not touch, do not kiss, do not shake hands, do not offer the other cheek, leaving the streets empty for the fear dwell, stay away from airports, ports prevents, burning their passports, wear a mask and do not breathe more air vacuum packaging in supermarkets. The second largest city in the world can also become a desert. Vacuum

classroom. Empty bus stop. Empty the Azteca stadium. Empty the library and the park also. Empty Plaza Constitution. Empty the stage without any song. Vacuum every inch of the subway and also empty the shelves of pharmacies in the neighborhood. Literature as

omen. All I saw was called Jules Verne fantasy novel, Saramago's fable what is now called news. Something halfway between Blindness and death Intermittently crosses my head and chest when I go through the six letters say, M é xic o.

And there is no border to stop the paranoia spread by reading the newspaper this morning and the radio voices this afternoon and television pictures tonight. Emergency is the official order. Dead is dead no one who cries in the middle of the state of general panic. Laboratories cemeteries changed and this is the place where the bodies are resting.

A cold and lonely travels through the tropics and as many places as the World Health Organization said the spread of the virus and can not be stopped and someone asks atheists who, by God, help praying to the Virgin of Guadalupe. You hear the tango of the deadly wound, which tested a stanza fatal, epidemic and pandemic are difficult to rhyme. In a pig farm there are those who have fear about going to the pigsty to feed the pig is more tender than he had known until yesterday. Today's reality is not the success of the global rating for a day has earned him the truth. Today

not seek to Chavela Vargas with a bolero fallacious because in my ears Michael Stipe continues to sing: It's The End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine).

Throat Infection (images)

(Hall squad)

THE EMPEDRADO

His books open doors that close after hardly. And that's fine. Asist you some insight and (still) insolence and over the years a great deal of wisdom that make me finally return to their letters to make sure they always agree. But this time, yes. So nobody left here Ray's weekly column published in the supplement Loriga El Pais Semanal, the newspaper El Pais (Spain). Some will always say better than you what you were thinking.

THE
EMPEDRADO

By Ray Loriga

Basically we believe in God more than they admit. The natural calamities (act of God), earthquakes, tsunamis, floods, erupting volcanoes and all kinds of devastating fires, causing us, at least for a moment, true feelings of compassion and solidarity, empathy with the suffering and sometimes drawn from the bottom of our distracted hearts, actions, or at least touching gestures of generosity. Even the acts of the devil, the brutal attacks of the various forms of terrorism in the world are, and even the gruesome murders of demons without cause and on foot, produce more anger and dismay that we melt into an embrace with the pain of others. Our own problems (the works of man) lead us directly to raise accusing fingers, to do more beating a dead horse or fall, that to think about rebuilding the cabin.

God seems that no one will blame you and we do not pass one. Makes sense, of course, to God no one will take a rope around the neck, but it is surprising that a community is born misfortunes, while others lead to peeling of weekly community meeting.

Given the problems that we face, and seismographs have already said that earthquakes are lost causes, barely listen to possible solutions, or at least real attempts to advance together towards the common misfortune. Everything you read and see every day are wild accusations, contempt constant and that old political maxim that ditch all threatening the opponent with the catalog of his own awkwardness, if not with his list of grievances or criminal record certificate.

is not uncommon among what they call the common people (who do not quite know what exactly) growing unease, if not the absolute distrust those in charge not only of mockery of the adversary, but also, and forgive the ingenuity, the real effort to improve the pavement.

Given the various meetings of piles to the wrath of those who hate a system which not only silenced the noisy part. A beautiful paradox.

seems that, in the opinion of the Queen of England, also had slipped into a noisy (some pointed to Berlusconi), but the issue is not that.

Presumably, the frustration of those who shout in the street is similar to the frustration of those who have only recently learned from them screaming from the pulpits of the media. It would also be more to count the number of dissatisfied and give him a legitimate representative to frustrate all together.

Bolsheviks also entered palaces, though I remember not by invitation only, but those were different times.

It would not hurt, I think, that these meetings the system had at least one anti-delegate, but this may cause uncomfortable contradictions within his movement not.

Everything in life comes with certain responsibilities, even anarchy.

Finally, do not cry out blood for those who have no voice within.

The truth is that the leaders of the world almost free smile at each other abroad, knowing that returning home will not be fighting against the beasts that prey on citizens, but against the beasts that seek to steal the confidence of his subjects. Now

the world is a closed shop, no longer touching each other how are fighting for the keys so sinister business.

Since the soil seems to be willing to open up beneath our feet at will and that the sky will fall on our heads when he wants, it would be too much to ask that I will use a bit of time in our prayers ourselves rezarnos .

us out eyes is getting us very far. RAY

LORIGA 26/04/2009

PUBLISHED BY THE COUNTRY WEEKLY THE COUNTRY NEWSPAPER www.elpais.com

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(Cuba News, April 2009)

90 Miles

Bridges crossing from one side another of the same heart. Off the vacuum and the madness you find that hope, that he was tired of waiting, has risen like Lazarus to remember that joy is also a place. This time no one can take you to a place other than that of your destination. Again, Cuba is once again just 90 miles from the U.S. and not so many years of abyss. I'm not talking policy or crossing a sea wall worse than the pins at the Berlin before 89. Blocks of texts that speak of the embargo. There he taught about this story knows the story better. I applaud Obama for not black nor do I have cheers for old Fidel. I'm talking about something that just now seems a possibility and a sign also of the times: the embrace allowed at the end of a grandparent with a child who is his grandson. And they knew or photos. Cross

hope in the first flight tomorrow.

will spend the day and hear a new song. Here are beautiful opening chords.

country is also the desire to return.