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The courtiers of the Norway rat: Selections

The following is a selection of stories collected from members of the editorial, friends, acquaintances and flattering. The authors swear they are real and occurred in groups that they took. Published anonymously by all the respondents suffer from paranoia, psychotic outbreaks and narcolepsy, among other less popular. The choice of title of the column was arbitrary.




- "I like to sit in the back seats of the bus. Before I was more or less the same sit on either side but then I had a little incident. One day, for reasons I do not remember, I took a bus after eleven at night on a weekday. If you ever took a bus at that hour, you know that is almost empty, except for some dark beings that feel, defeated, scattered throughout the transport. That day I sat in a double seat on the side of the window, about half the workforce. A few stops after I posted, a tall, skinny, blond, cropped hair, wearing a dark blue jeans and a leather jacket sat in the seat that was directly behind mine. I had found something strange their gaze and wicked half-smile that drew on his face. However, do not pay much attention until I felt I was approaching the back of my seat and say the following words: "I slaughter, if you turn around you slaughter." I was shocked and of course, I did not return. I felt a deep fear at these words, was checked out to this man who, over the next ten blocks at regular intervals repeated his threat: "I slaughter, if you turn slaughter you," he said while I looked into force seat back in front of him. Finally got out and was relieved but since then I sit in the back seat to feel a little safer. "

- "During peak hours, the buses are full. Getting a seat is a matter of luck and generally be transferred to the elderly, pregnant women and others with weak or physical inferiority. Well, the truth is that one day had been distracted, thinking about the reasons why trees grow in spring and die in autumn, when I hear, by my side, an angry complaint: "there are no men," said a middle- age, indignant that no one gave up the seat to an elderly woman. She continued with its dialectic when I left my dream and told the woman: "Madam, excuse me, came distracted, sit." The old lady thanked me and the middle-aged woman was silent, somewhat embarrassed, Then I took my time and blurted out: "Now I can give my speech about those who seek the first opportunity to bring out their moral arrogance, to lecture on the lack of gallantry or I can not?". The woman said nothing and, frankly, I was a hero to silence one of these parasites in place of social guilt. "

- "Saturdays at half past six bus stops are usually full of drunken youths, some quiet, others elated, lovebirds, well-dressed, neat and rather unkempt, somewhat wrinkled, his eyes tired . This is mixed with people who will be working, humble people who do various combinations of bus, police, cleaning girls, among others. So, you can view images that, for someone who has altered mental faculties can be strange. The truth is that we were dancing with a friend and saw a man in ragged coat, beret, in her fifties, who came to the group with a bicycle wheel. He certainly had his reasons for doing so but to us, for some reason, it seemed very funny and we started to laugh like hyenas, for no reason. The man, somewhat dazed, she turned and looked at us, thinking we were only two drunks who laughed at something stupid. "

- "I live in a neighborhood in which girls feel more beautiful than they are and what you felt. Maybe that's why I was always shy with women. I never dare to speak, I get nervous, I always end up in a cabaret. Cabaret girls are not picky as you money. But this is not what I have. One late afternoon I had taken the bus to go home. I was quite full and had to travel standing. A couple of seats where I was, I saw a dark haired girl, about deep black eyes staring at me. Naturally, I thought it was my mistake, that she would be looking at another person or would be diving for their deep inner world. But a new look confirmed my suspicions: it beautiful, candida, I was watching and even smiled shyly. Take your eyes off him and I panicked. "I would be going crazy what if that was how I felt? What I was saying, as I approached? The doubts I consumed while the bus was going and my fate was approaching. What to do? She kept looking, now half sideways, concealing. I was just a block from my house, do not have much time. The last time I looked, I rang the bell and got off. When the group was down, I noticed that she looked out among the people of the group, looking for the last time my eyes. Never again saw her. I thought back to that journey, for if found again, but I did because I knew that I would not encourage talk. "

- "She left me at the door of the faculty on a rainy day. I walked to the bus stop, under a fine drizzle, persistent and annoying, but I did not mind getting wet. At the stop had two drunks sitting, taking a carton of red wine. A rather strange considering that it was twelve noon on a Wednesday. After a few minutes, the bus arrived and we got all three. Oddly, the micro was almost empty during the whole journey. Always towards that route at that time and was full. Only two drunks sitting in the front seats and I sat in one of the individual near the bottom. Was looking at the gray landscape of downtown, the day was very dark, the rain was particularly sad that afternoon. As the bus was empty, the driver stopped at a corner and went to make a phone call, leaving the two drunks and me, abandoned. One of the drunks had demanded something and, when the driver got out, sat behind the driver's seat and pretend he was driving, as he said to his companion: "Where do we go?". Both laughed, and repeated the situation two or three times until the driver returned, he asked the drunk to return to his place and continued his journey. So I thought it was all a farce, that she had abandoned me, it was seven in the morning on Sunday, returning to dance, that morning was Thursday. And I felt a little better. "

- "The City where I live decided to create a series of ecological groups. The description of these strange vehicles is as follows. The facade of the group, the interior and the seats are covered in love with the wall, plants should be carefully sprayed so it will not fill with bugs of all kinds. Handrails are stuffed bats, the first test was with live bats, but was too cumbersome, so they took the animals killed, the embalmed and hung from the ceiling pipes. Instead of ringing, there's a trained parrot that screams when somebody wants to drop and a short orangutan tickets, although it is clear that the driver is a man. The fare is cheaper, in contrast, is more expensive because it is more costly to maintain the vehicle. Also, use diesel fuel which pollutes the same as a collective non-organic. However, the people in charge of the municipality is happy because he believes it was well with environmentalists with little. "

- "I was returning from somewhere and was pretty tired. I sat beside the window, in a double seat. My companion was a skinny girl in curls and glasses, who seemed afraid of something unreal. Do not pay too much attention during the trip and not even when dropped. But the most interesting trip was not that. Shortly after I got home, a father in his thirties got out of the group with her son about two years. The driver, distracted, tired, started before the end to lose the baby, prompting anger from the father of logic who started an insult to the air after leaving the boy on the floor, started to run the mic, giving shots on the side. The driver stopped and calmly in the world, explained that he had not seen him as he apologized, while the father scolded him loudly attitude. And continued for several minutes. The strange thing is that all this, the boy was alone at the bus stop, watching his father played at being a superhero. So while the discussion is cooled, the father was and the driver resumed his journey, a question struck me: what would happen if the driver was breaking the "amansalocos" father in the head, what if the father was the one beaten the driver? What is the indelible mark that he got the baby face of all this?. But quickly, it certainly was and I kept looking at anything through the window. "

- "It was a winter afternoon in which he was to some side do not remember. He hoped the group sitting at the stop with his hands in his pockets. Came a little old, chubby, skinny arms. She was dressed in fine clothes much overlapping, as if afraid to feel cold. The oddest thing was a strange animal fur hat he had in his head. He sat next to me and smiled. He seemed nice.
- Did a micro?
he asked "No, no, when you pass notice.
-Pass can not see, baby.
"Oh, okay.
"Oh, when you come, tell me, yes, yes, I do not see much.
"Sure.
I kept quiet, not really too interested in talking to strangers. It is striking like most people feel the need to talk when is waiting somewhere. I do not understand this behavior. This lady, naturally, had this hobby.
"This hat I did," he said.
- Really?
"Everyone in my family want me out.
- Does your family loves hats?
-Because it is very warm.
It occurred to me saying "Why is it ugly?" But I was too. Is that the cap was horrible, looked like rat skin. The conversation continued in these ways, the old lady was very friendly and the conversation became a little shorter the waiting. But when the collective first lady rose, took a handful of dimes purse, turned and fitted to me without saying anything, if I wanted him to pull out the ticket. I was so surprised at the situation that I dropped some coins and later on put them all in the machine, before the inquisitive eyes of the passengers. I think what bothered me most was that I did not say anything, I had no problem getting the ticket, only had to ask. Take her ticket and mine, I reached into his seat and went fast to sit as far away from that woman. The funny thing is that the old lady was sitting on a double seat thinking, surely, that would escort the whole trip. From the bottom, I could see, the realize my rudeness, she sat in the high seat for the disabled. The little old lady looked like a rat with the aid of his small, skinny arms to get into that chair. I did not understand how I could be liked that woman. "

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Tile (second version)

We are a bit vague, maybe. Is that this story we published last year, but as we thought he might be a little better than it was, we asked the author to revise it, edit it, and so we could publish something, a little higher quality. But it was not possible, was just as bad or, if that's Symptom Possible worse. Well, as we are obliged to publish under pressure, is ie, death threats, the author. Well, enjoy it and not scorched. The editorial




"Tile"

By Carlos Connosciuto.


Gabriel last turned the corner of the three I had to bend to reach the block from his home. Apples in the neighborhood were the only area that had dirt road and ditches. Most of the houses were unfinished, households were in permanent work, unplastered walls, structures homeless and bricks, piles of cement bags or piles of rubble at the door, were a common sight in the neighborhood. However, the building which had completed were uninhabited, as if a dark plan of the destination indicates that the completion of the work meant the removal or death. The landscape in the neighborhood, completed the huge trees, old and dry, eaten away by insects that populated. Gabriel had no relation with her neighbors except for Raul, who lived next door to his house. The block from his house was full of dark beings, silent ghosts who entered their residences cast aside fear, suspicious, taciturn.
arrived home exhausted from the day of routine work. The front yard had the tall grass, broken water pipes, some wild plants that had found their way in that thankless field as two meters tall, fierce, twisted and rusty, wood veneers and some holes, completed the desolate landscape that Gabriel inherited when he rented and never bothered to improve. The house itself had three rooms and a bath in very precarious conditions. The painting of the facade was a faded green, but inside, it was unpainted and the damp patches earned the walls. Gabriel came in and struck him find the bedroom light on. Was considered very careful with the use of electricity. Just kept the light on in the room where he was and never let any light on when I was not, so it seemed strange neglect. He also noticed that the closet door was ajar, thought he had closed in the morning, but could not remember. Closed it, turned off the light and went towards the kitchen. He ate in silence a stew of things found in the refrigerator. I thought of that, the next day was to meet Guadalupe.
Went home early and greeted Raúl, his neighbor.
- How is? - Gabriel
asked "Well," said Raul and remained silent, standing in the doorway of his house, dressed in his brown suit and red tie, looking at Gabriel with apathy and a bit of distaste. The counter response waited a few minutes, sunk both in a deep silence, only interrupted by the sound of a distant car. Finally, Gabriel made his way to work. Was employed in an office supply purchases were approved for various state agencies. His job was to seal and store the copies of orders, whether or not approved, that is, his work was entirely routine and repetitive, just had to sign, seal and file the papers I received.
arrived at the building and, as always, at the door stood the imperturbable officer guarding the office. A large man, tall, thick mustache and short hair. He was known as "Officer Ramirez" but never heard him speak or gesticulate or do something to show that he is alive. Simply stood beside the door and looked down upon all who entered.
As always, Gabriel sat in his chair, ordered his desk, sat down and seal the bag and began its task. On the radio, sounded the same song every morning. The letter failed to make a metaphor of love with the crabs. Later, other songs sounded like that, that Gabriel seemed to him to be the same, as always, during their office hours, appeared on the radio sounds the same song, only interrupted by the commercial break. Which, at some point, it was better to listen to the noise seal against the paper, again and again, only spaced by the time it takes to wet the stamp pad. Around noon, Fernández and would come up with what was happening in the office, or perhaps would Sánchez and tell their trite and worn foreign jokes together or perhaps both appear to bother him with his talk predictable, flat, empty. The office was small and badly lit, just ran the summer air and there was something like burning lava in hell. Gabriel had decided not to stick pictures and banners of any kind on the walls so the place was decorated only with candy color paint the walls and Suñé a poster that was when Gabriel went to work. But he was not interested in any of this after work that was going to meet Guadalupe.
were found in a charming little square that was a few blocks from where Gabriel worked and then went to a bar. Guadalupe was a brunette girl with a charming smile and warm eyes. Gabriel lost track of time when he looked and that sometimes made him feel confused. In the bar, ordered coffee and croissants.
- How were you these days? - Asked Gabriel
"Well, how about you? "Like always

Guadalupe smiled not unkindly, and Gabriel did not feel so bad
- Do you know I was thinking? "Said Guadalupe and without waiting for an answer, he went in the word" onion "
Gabriel smiled.
- For something special? Guadalupe
laughed and took a sip of coffee. They stood in silence for that Gabriel did not know what to tell ya that just being with her hacho reached him. Guadalupe smiled occasionally but do not say anything, both were comfortable in the silence. In the bar, while a thick mustache man grimly called the bill, a couple quietly discussed, a fat man eating a faina. The young men danced among the tables, balancing with the trays. Everything happened while Elmer and they smiled in silence. After a while, Guadalupe stood up and said he should retire.
"Stay a little longer, 'said Gabriel
" I can not
- When can we meet again?
-No, when you want
- The day after tomorrow? Guadalupe
smiled, seemed surprised by the day, often not seen as often.
"Well, come on, where do we stand today?
"No, I was thinking to come to dinner
Guadalupe smiled, showing his white teeth, perfect.
"Well, give
Gabriel turned the last corner to get home. The neighborhood at night was lit only by lanterns hung from the corners and the lights came out of the house. A dog barked from time to time, the voice of a TV host filtered through the windows. Raul, his neighbor, sat in the darkness of the sidewalk with a glass of wine.
- How is Raul? - Asked Gabriel, kind
"Well," said Raul and took a sip of wine. They stared in silence, in darkness, both their faces was just tainted by some rays of yellow light. Gabriel nodded his head and faced for your home.
As he approached the door, he noticed that the latch was broken. He froze, white, and thought in, but fear stopped; On the other hand, may not have anyone, maybe he was gone whoever had done that. Discarded immediately call the authorities, because it was known that in this neighborhood is not penetrated. He looked out the window and saw the bathroom light was on. Trapped in his own ruminations, drowned, and entered the stomach closed. Turned on the light and there was nobody living. Then he went to the bathroom. The door was ajar and filtered white light, aggressive out. Slowly, making as little noise as possible, approached and, with the fingertips, opened the door. No one was there. Gabriel launched a nervous laugh, did not understand what was happening, he felt a blow in the neck and lost consciousness.
The morning light streamed through the skylight and gave a gloomy aspect to the bathroom. The small room was cluttered with tartar stains on the toilet and the tub and huge spots of moisture on the walls. Some tiles with Chinese flowers were stained with blood. Gabriel woke up lying on the cold bathroom floor of his house. He felt a sharp pain in his head and sat on the floor. He stopped, he washed his face and tried to take the weight off their backs. It took a few minutes to realize what had happened and when it did, a ton of memories smashed brains. So open your eyes was, for him, the entrance to a dark nightmare which began so unbearable headache. Suddenly, a shadow darkened the light coming from under the door, a roar of thunder made the tiles. Gabriel closed his eyes hard, forcing herself to sleep, when the monster entered the bathroom and beat him. The animal was a huge beast greenish, flaky, about two feet tall, his face was clouded but his eyes were red color of fire, expelling a foul odor and his hands were terminated by sharp black claws. When he tried to react, the monster hit again. Gabriel was on all fours, in shock, with blood coming out of the mouth. Tried to stand but was too dizzy to stand. The monster stood, watching him stagger, enjoying the situation. Gabriel fell heavily to the ground. The last thing I saw was the monster throwing a horrid laugh as he left the bathroom. After a while, Gabriel got up with a confused memory of what had happened. As he washed his face, asked how long he had been unconscious.
With the passing of the hours and days, Gabriel recalled that Guadalupe would go to visit him in those days. Perhaps he had been and gone but something in his gut told him otherwise, that something terrible had happened. Did not want his head spin on that terrible suspicion. However, This could only think to forget the huge hole I had in the stomach, heaviness came over him by the physiological need to eat. He was weaker, more tired than usual and the image returned the mirror was of a haggard man, battered, worn, hopeless, with a huge weight on his chest that barely allowed him to breathe. Survived by eating crumbs and insects found in the dank corners of your bathroom. But beyond the urgency of hunger, Gabriel, above all, wanted to see Guadalupe. I wanted to talk to her, be with her, I could not think or do anything else until you meet her.
After four nights of waiting and anxiety, Gabriel realized that he must leave if they wanted to know what had happened to Guadalupe. He felt a deep fear at the thought of his inevitable encounter with the monster and how reactionary this. But he did not care, should see Guadalupe, so he opened the bathroom door and left the dark pasillito overlooking the dining room. Slowly through him, with the caution that given the fear, and came to dinner. The first thing you saw in the dining room was a trail of dried blood, scattered on the floor. The trail came to a small object, thrown carelessly on the floor. Gabriel came, picked him up and, although slow to recognize it, he realized that he was one of Guadalupe's booties. A feeling of horror came over him, had wanted to mourn but a noise coming from the kitchen, stopped him. Gabriel, scared, walked up there and met the monster, who sat at the table eating. Gabriel vomited when he realized that the food of the monster was a human arm, a woman's arm. He tried to put back but the nausea that had stopped him. He felt the urge to run back to the bathroom but stopped. And did not care where he was: his death was very close. Gabriel decided to fight. Guadalupe took the slipper and threw it over the head of the monster. This looked and looked surprised, as if he had not noticed the presence Gabriel until then. The monster stopped and walked until he was face to face with Gabriel. Then, he spoke for the first time:
"You are what you eat, you know - he said with a metallic voice. The monster gave a huge smile and disturbing, that Gabriel shook her ankles. Then he spoke "The peace of mind is the water tank.
The monster chuckled. Gabriel looked at him and smiled, savoring one by one the words he would say:
"Nobody says that hell is a comfortable and warm.
said, he threw himself on the monster, initiating a fierce battle. Gabriel knocked against the furniture while the monster slapped up who is able to accommodate and hit with a right cross squarely on the face of Gabriel, who was stunned, kneeling and vomiting blood. The monster came and kicked in the stomach. Gabriel, with a final reaction, accumulated all that remained of his right arm strength and hope that the monster is close enough and when they did, Gabriel dealt a full hook to the chin, leaving him unconscious. The monster was thrown against the wall and Gabriel, weakened by the shock and the last days of starvation, he joined as he could and headed for the door. She opened it, walked stumbled to the sidewalk and watched, for the last time the starry sky and full moon, round and white like a huge Swiss cheese, thought of Guadalupe, on their luck and he fell.
The monster dragged him back to the inside without any difficulty.

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The Super Market

Pictured, Domingo Cavallo takes the pressure to Milton Friedman, while Jose Luis Machinea and Juan Pablo Baylac recall the good old days when they were part of the Government of the Alliance. In the exclusive party that "Catch the Lord Pato" was organized in Cariló time for revelry, joy, the toast, the franeleo, ecstasy, the carnival in Rio, kissing black but also for the nostalgia and reflection. (Picture not available)

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Pergola Adventures of Lucretius, crab, and Ana Ochoa, anchovy

I think we've had already, and it's back to tell you, that anchovies are the pariahs of the sea. That's why Lucretius, crab, and Ana Anchovies, anchovies, often spend whole nights imagining how it would be an underwater city to live crabs and anchovies. The name would be "Birch" and would be in a place between the sea and the beach. You may think it strange that an underwater city has tree name but neither Lucretius, crab, and Ana Ochoa, anchovy, worry too much about that and they understand that the names of places are chosen capriciously and never define it. They are more worried about how serious the city. Imagine it as a wonderful place where you can walk back and there are no Pizza, where there are snails and no networks or sharp teeth, and every night is a party where crabs and anchovies come together to celebrate a new day happiness in its place. Lucretius, crab, and Ana Ochoa, anchovy, talk for hours about how serious the city, sometimes add things to take the next day, sometimes engaged in drafting a constitution, sometimes, even, dedicated to fantasize that this city and there and one day in some of his excursions into the seas, find, they moved there with the other anchovies and other crabs and be close to happiness.

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, crab, and Ana Ochoa, anchovy logo Capitalism

Lucretius, crab, and Ana Ochoa, anchovy, often walk by the sea looking for fish to talk about trifles, such as salty as the water that day, which must surely be the most common conversation between fish of different species. Other frequent enough, for instance, the ruthless mass fishing and increased coral reefs. With whom he rarely discuss, let alone to themselves and other anchovies, is with the cornalitos, especially Rudolph cornalitos. It suffers because everyone thinks he is "Rodolfito, the cornalitos", when in fact his name is Rudolph cornalitos and his nickname is "Chiche". Lucretius, crab, and Ana Ochoa, anchovy, and therefore know when talk with him, call him Rudolph the crab, or Chiche, which is his nickname. When fall by chance but they always do at the same point of the sea as Rudolph cornalitos, usually spending most of the time in the same place, looking at nothing, in silence. When you have no desire to see him, Lucretius, crab, and Ana Ochoa, anchovy, avoid this place. When viewed with Rudolph cornalitos, talk about the level of salt water, fisheries and coral reefs, that is, the only issues that can talk to him and, besides, the only issues that fish talk each other. When they get tired of speaking with Rudolph cornalitos, Lucretius, crab and Ana Ochoa, anchovy, were secretly removed and are seeking other fish more interesting than a cornalitos.

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Obviously, the editors "Catch the Lord Duck" have much free time. Enough to put us to think that capitalism has no logo, emblem, symbol, emblem or similar. Everyone recognizes the "A" with the circle as a symbol of anarchism or the hammer and sickle insignia and unavoidable socialist but capitalism, the idea itself is not an emblem. Some may argue that the "M" of McDonalds or mouse ears Mickey is a symbol of this ideology but are only expressions of a larger idea. Neither the U.S. Government's shield can be regarded as more symbolic representation because, as everyone knows, has the Government not hold power. So we came to think that could be more succinct expression of capitalism and design a shield. One of the artists we have in malnourished Korean Bodega thought the logo was presented in the image that best summed up the prevailing ideology in the world today. As we do not think of anything better, advertising.

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The Adventures of Lucretius, crab, and Ana Ochoa, anchovy

There evenings

in Lucretius, the crab, the company away from Ana Ochoa, anchovy, and going to watch the sunset. In those moments, you want to be a clam. As everyone knows, the clams are the only inhabitants of the sea that have the virtue of not being able to love. Which is within the ocean, a huge advantage over other species. Lucretius, crab, always says that goodness is often a cyst of the blame, though he does not know what that means. On the other hand, Ana Ochoa, anchovies, do not worry too much about these issues because when belong to a school, and has a number of ideas about existence. When Lucretius, crab, becomes melancholy, Ana Ochoa, anchovy, recites an old poem of anchovies, which goes like this: Irritating



water
Cunnilingus around

not let the current drag you

The hook of the fisherman.

Neither understood too the meaning of the verses, but the voice of Ana Ochoa salt, anchovy, served to reassure Lucretius, the crab, which, after hearing it, feel a deep desire to swim. Ana Ochoa, anchovy, sometimes accompanies him, sometimes not.

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Bad days for the weasel: Comments

"Here in the Lord Duck Trap," we love football. We are attracted to the unpredictability of the game, turns emotional, aesthetics, intelligence, a game that is basically a strategy, that is, if there is a ball and twenty-two players, how you can get a goal but is thinking? But what bothers us, many times, is too literary spirit of some reporters and commentators, which often goes against the understanding of the game or just irritated. For example, when the commentator, instead of explaining that subsection of that article applied the referee to penalize failure, attempts to analyze the complex psychological dimension of defense wanted to hit but not hit. Never mind the clichés, like saying "this player has a glove on the foot," really, what do you mean by that? That hit the ball better? or otherwise? tried to make a delicate task with gloves, and count coins or running the pages of a newspaper?, is very complicated, so I do not understand the meaning of metaphor. Another is the rhetorical question "But how Gonzalez is on the court?". One who runs fast, how many will there be? Or is there an interdimensional portal in any sector of the field, which allows that player to go from one place to another without effort? Also made statements like "the ball came asking permission," assuming the audience that when the ball goes hard, just "ordered" the rude. Another, very also curious, is the expression "owner undisputed." There is no "undisputed head" is in possession or not. Or perhaps there is a "holder discussed" or who is neither one thing nor the other, ie the "owner pusillanimous? Oh, and another thing, do not you call attention to the players who have many, many games at first and became one, two or three goals? Why not make it understandable but do so little, I mean, what miraculous event took place for these men, more than four games, scoring one goal and then never again?




"I said it was a very intelligent person because I knew what was the capital of Scotland.



"Something that is always crisp is crisp, no matter the size or color, or any other external circumstance. Yes, it's crunchy, it's crunchy, period.



- Where is the "Old Zealand?



sitcom "Some Yankees should modernize their jokes and, when they want to insult the manhood of one of its protagonists, instead of converting this former wife a lesbian, should put a nympho and that the character in question will remove the desire to have sex again. The effect is the same and, even if they cease to be copied.



-Best which has the opposition is not a government.



-phrases that you will never see a state in a social network:

"I'm putting my phone credit"

"I'm taking out the trash"

"I'm in the bathroom"

"I masturbate"

"I'm making love"

"I'm making love with a transvestite"

"I have cooties"

"I have crabs"

"I was one-eyed"

"I'm being kidnapped"

"Kidnapped"

"I am committing suicide"

"Viewing Grondona program"

"I fell off the ladder"

Emoticons I owe. Speaking of which
. I wonder why companies do not pay social network users so that, in the state, write advertising. It would be simpler and cheaper, the money would be paid according to number of contacts and time online. But do not for that network administrators are receiving money from advertising, while we're gawking, others used to make the money that we could pay it to us. Another thing that worries me is knowing what will happen when we leave this world with all social networking accounts that we have at this time. Undoubtedly we have no notion of cyberspace trash is going to be. Personally, I record in my will that my executor to connect for three days and three nights, by way of mourning, with the state: "I'm going to hell. The prontito see. " Then, you delete the account.



- How is it that tolerance is not to criticize those who think differently? Who do I criticize, then? Those who think the same? I understand about not attack him in any way, either physically or verbally, but do not criticize? What kind of world would this?



- "I went to college small, neighborhood, away from the bustle of the city. Perhaps the academic level was not the best, but it is also true that it was very difficult to be removed, you had to do something very serious. Let's say we were like a family. We knew all together, almost in detail, and we hated. But it was a cordial hatred, knowing that we could not escape from there, we were doomed to see us every day, to live. A strong anger was a passenger, was not sustainable over time, the cordial hatred was, then, so he turned. Outside, everything was cool and joy, inside, we bit her tongue to contain the poison. Like a family. "
"Remember when they went to the primary? The teacher made us read a text and, perhaps out of laziness, we said that we look in the dictionary for words that did not know where she was, of course, which was already pointed out the words we did not know. What was that we could convert all experts in the language. "Eclectic? Of course that means. "Soliloquy? Too. "Apostasy? Of course you tell me one who does not know. " Of course, even today does not mean those words. "
" Do you really believe that the frozen spot, the elastic, the yo-yo, among others, were games healthier, more fun and more encouraged intelligence and sociability to the play-station? Ah, yes, really? Well, okay, I'll shut up, do not criticize those who think differently. "

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The courtiers of the Norway rat: Selections

The following is a selection of stories collected from members of the editorial, friends, acquaintances and flattering. The authors swear they are real and occurred in neighborhoods they live or have lived for a time of your life. Published anonymously by all the respondents suffer from paranoia, psychotic outbreaks and narcolepsy, among other less popular. The choice of title of the column was arbitrary.




- "Every day near the roof of my house at exactly eleven o'clock at night, does a helicopter. So point is that even the eleven who are causing the noise. I admit, the first time it happened, I freaked out with the roar, I thought the walls were shaking, I thought it was the advent of the Apocalypse, but it was a helicopter that went very close to the roof of my house. I never knew where it came from or where it is headed, there is no helipad near nor ministries or institutions of any consequence, you may have installed an air route over my roof. I do not know really, but the helicopter, every day, on time, goes through the roof of my house. "



- "When I was little, we lived for a time in a house that was on the outskirts of the city. It was a very big house but had a huge patio, fully wooded. Had so many trees and branches were thick they could not be crossed either by the stronger sunlight of summer. But at certain times of year, more precisely when starting the spring, the trees suffered from a virulent invasion of hairy cats. Were many who had to leave the patio umbrella to prevent you from falling over hairy cats. Naturally, it should cure the trees and the intruders were gone. "



-" In a time, there was a store near my house, which belonged to two people. Each of them attended the premises on different shifts and curiosity is charged by the same products at different prices depending on who was in front. For example, at a certain time of day, you could get beer for two dollars and seven dollars milk but the equation was reversed a few hours later, when the shift changes. Despite this situation, the business stayed open and even grew. Expanded the local owners and hired employees, the latter being the bane of the store. Is that employees began to take the products as sympathy, whim, convenience or other reasons more obscure and difficult to discern by the customer. Thus, depending on the time and the employee, you could buy three hundred grams of raw ham and thirty two and a jar of mayonnaise to twenty pesos. Inevitably, local disappeared and their owners, who have not had more news in the neighborhood. "



-" I was always a stranger in the neighborhood. My friends, my girlfriends, my family, my work, all the people I know, everything that makes up my life in some way, is far from my neighborhood. The only thing that binds me to him is the house, and sleep there but the only thing. On the one hand, has advantages, like not being stuck to the pulse of the place but it is hard to think of a neighbor to ask a favor because no one knows who I am, though I moved a decade ago. So I can not tell any stories, I always lived far from my neighborhood. "



-" The City where I live decided to locate in the busiest areas, a clown in each block. The idea was to cheer people, entertain children and create jobs. The clowns need to walk around the block during your turn and make jokes and funny faces both those who need their service and those who consider the harlequin sad or in need of a smile. Naturally, there were drawbacks. The night shift had to be suspended by the wave assaulted clowns and a few others went to blows with a pedestrian irascible spirit. We all have bad days, so it is difficult to sustain the constant joy and mesmerizing sought by the municipality. "



-" When I was a boy in my neighborhood there was only one store, which was round the corner from my house. When they sent me to buy something, I resigned to the fate that awaited me. It happens that the store was always crowded and, although sometimes the line progressed, the local never emptied. Many stories were woven around the place. Some elderly argued that weighed on him a dark curse, others claimed that in reality, the vast majority clients were actors hired by Don Venancio, the owner of the place, to simulate a success that was elusive. The reality was that the monopoly chance that the store had added to the incompetence, slowness and the loquacity of Don Venancio and his family were generating the long lines. The memories, confused at this point, indicate that some women gave birth waiting to buy through flutes or some upstarts charged to save the place. The truth is that Don Venancio store was swept away by the efficiency, speed and systematization brought hypermarkets. "



-" For a week the phone rang my house every ten minutes between the three and four in the morning. The first day I thought it was part of the dream, until I understood what was happening. In one of the rings reach a deal but when they did, they hung up. And so it was good. I spent an hour with no sleep at night knowing that the phone would ring, biting the sheets to not listen, understanding that, if attended, had to swing. Sometimes not stand the ringing noise, I woke up startled, almost running, and attending only to the other side hung. Then one day, not sounded. Lasted exactly one week. "



-" When we were kids my sister loved to swim. We had a small fiberglass pool in which he spent hours and hours, sometimes spent more time in the pool it was. Both liked to swim until we would become a fish. But what worried us most was not that but the presence of a garden gnome who was very close to the pool. Everyone knows that garden gnomes are evil beings. Always immutable, do not eat, speak, not moving, barely breathing. During the day and night, over the years, remains static and silent spread his aura of malignancy. This in particular was very wicked. Whenever my sister started to swim, he looked at her without saying anything, without gestures, unperturbed during all hours that my sister passed in the pool, the garden gnome just watched. In a couple of times I ran the place, but somehow, he managed to stand back beside the pool and watch my sister swim, she trying to become a fish and he's become a man. "



- "On the roof of my home grown flowers. Not that they grew up, perhaps because of the humidity, maybe the sun, do not know. What is that, slowly, almost asking permission, in between the cracks and crevices that have roof plates, grew flowers. There are beautiful flowers, in contrast, are ugly and flowers have an unpleasant odor, but is understood to be so by the adverse conditions in which they grew. In my house, no one bothers to look after them, nobody waters them, or the pruning, or attempt to embellish. However, they remain there, strong, proud, facing the sun, waiting for the rains. Sometimes when I'm bored, I get to the roof and watch a while, I think nobody will believe me when I count the flowers are pretty ugly roof of my house. "



-" As a child living in a neighborhood where the siesta was inevitable. Only children sag we did our homes and our streets than adults left deserted. During these hours, strange things often happen, that cost us explain. One of the most enduring in my memory was the appearance every so often, maybe once a week, the elder of the apples. Even today bother to dream the image of the brown man in a suit, hat, white hair and walking overpost sugar. I remember clearly his face lined by thousands of wrinkles, good-natured appearance and, above all, her smile wide, warm, harmless, which was etched on his face whenever he spoke or looked at us tenderly, his eyes narrowing. I suspect the old man lived in our neighborhood that I never saw him outside these hours. Approached us politely greeted us and took out a small grocery bag a bright red apple, which we promised to give us if we helped in a small task. Something in his aspect, deep in his eyes, told me that I should not accompany him and, by instinct, always ending was awful. The old man seemed unmoved, just assured us he was coming back, smiling, and, a few days back with the same proposal. Until one day, did not return. Never told anyone about this or knew who was truly the elder of the apples. "

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Is it a scam? Traders Or tell us a stark truth that we are unable admit? Or is it exegesis consumption? Are there people who want to stay bare, you need a product like this? Doubts that assail us to see this kind of manifestations, such objects emerging from the mercantilist mind more injured.

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Four kings have passed and not a penny: the Spanish deck.

Now, it seems that poker is a sport. In "Catch the Lord Pato" We believe that an activity that includes whiskey, cigars and sitting can not be considered a sport, but the world disagrees with us as we broadcast live poker sports channels. Beyond that, we think it should rescue the English deck, the cards that we use since we are small. Admittedly that would seem ridiculous to the live broadcast trick of tournament but have more to do with us, our identity, our being, and other pseudo-nationalist ideas of the sort. The important thing is that, as you can see in the image attached, "Catch the Lord Duck" are, as exclusive artists, kings of English playing cards. But if you stop to look good, the king of spades only looks respectable. Serio, lean, circumspect, a king, a person may fear, with his shield, his sword, his crown, his grim expression. Not for nothing is the only one yellow robe. In contrast, the other kings, who wear green, attitudes are quite bizarre. The king of clubs is clearly an unbalanced a man who has lost his sanity, almost definitively. I mean, is it or is the king of the cave because there is no reason why a king walk around with a stick in hand, surely scaring his servants. A bizarre, talking bad and soon. On the other hand, is the bewildering king of gold, who looks forward, has his left arm resting squarely on his waist, his other arm up with red cape from creating a sort of curtain between her hands she holds a kind of rosary, while a gold coin seems to levitate above his right shoulder. Tell me it looks like a magician escaped from a circus gypsies. I suppose it's one of the famous Kings. The last case, the king crown, is the most worrying. We all know that the cup is less valuable wood but there was no need to do this. The king looks out of the picture and said, with his right arm toward the other direction. I imagine a kind of quarrel or some other boxing scene, disagreement or simile to be developed on the site designated by the king, suspicion is confirmed by the cup, clearly, was thrown with vehemence and is about to hit squarely and inexorably the head of the unsuspecting monarch. Actually, there was no need to portray it that way the king of hearts.

Well, but the kings are here, in "Catch the Lord Duck."

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are songs fisheries: Bad days for talks

1

A: You know what's wrong with him?


B: No

A: He thinks it's smarter than I

B: So?

A: It's just that I do not mind that, do not want to get into that dynamic.

B: It happens that you think you are smarter than him, so do not care.

A: I do not think I'm smarter than him, I am. But that's not the issue, not who is smarter, but I do not care to show or compete.

B: If you were more stupid than him if you care, but as you think to be smarter, do not care.

A: It is I do not care to know who is smarter, that's the issue, not whether I be smarter, but, in fact, I am.

B: It's what I'm talking about, but hey, never mind. Come on, tell me, why do you think he wants to prove he is smarter than you?

A: Well, for instance, when I say that a movie I liked, he sees it and says it was a silly movie and not liked.

B: Oh, right, tries to demonstrate that it has a superior taste.

A: It's what I mean. He always does things like that. I say something and he tries to go further and so, but makes no sense, I do not want prove anything.

B: Yeah, sure, why you think you're smarter than him, but if he keeps this have to do it.

A: I can not do it, not me. For example, the other day I recommended a movie, I said it was very funny and, when I saw it was horrible, really, it was stupid, pointless, a mess.

B: And what did you say?

A: That I liked.

B: No, no, no, wrong. Now shown to have better taste than you movie buff, certainly going to treat you with condescension when talking about movies.

A: It is doing it. The other day I was talking about a movie and he interrupted me saying, "Do not be like the one you recommended last time, right?"

B: Does that say? It was expected and will be worse but you enter the competition, you should.

A: But I'm not well ...

B: No matter how you are, you have to do it. If you think you are smarter than him, demostrálo. Let's see, do not you think of anything to say?

A: Well, musical taste is horrible, I think he has ear problems or something, but do not understand how listening to the music you hear ...

B: Well, you have to attack there ...


2


B: I bought an umbrella
English
A: So?

B: It is the best umbrella you can get

A: Why?

B: in England it rains a lot, then the umbrellas made in a country with so much rain must necessarily be the best

A: Yours is a special approach. So according to you, we should buy sunscreens Arabia.

B: That's funny. Now you laugh but you're coming to ask me where to get the hell storm.

A: Sure I'm going to ask, I have no umbrella.


3

A: I need help I have to buy a gift but do not know ...

B: What kind of gift?

A: For a girl, I like it, it's your birthday, well, you know ...

B: Sure, I understand, I want to raise the

A: Well, I mean not that way, I Like, it's pretty, well ...

B: I want it lifted.

A: Well, yeah, I want it up, now, the point is that given him.

B: How about a jar of olives?

A: Who are you? "Manolito? How am I going to give away a jar of olives?

B: Everyone loves olives, what wrong?

A: Not well seen donating food for the birthday.

B: Well, it would be something cutting edge, do not you think?

A: I will not give olives.

B: Okay, okay, tell me then, did not think of anything?

A: I thought to give him a stuffed animal, for example.

B: A bear? Is it a baby, perhaps?

A: No, but it has that mentality, childish ...

B: Is it delayed? Do you want to raise a retarded? It is illegal, did you know?

A: No, it is delayed, it is childish, immature, say.

B: Oh, yeah, I understand. But a teddy is like too sweet, sugary, not ...

A: Yes, I thought the same thing. It's like going too far, the couple give away stuffed animals

B: Yes, that is. Why not a book?

A: A book? What book?

B: A classic, for example, the classics never fail.

A: "Moby Dick" I do not think a gift too suggestive.

B: Do not say "Moby Dick." For example, a book you've read, she reads it and then come together to discuss it.

A: There can be no idea in the world a less erotic than that. Comment "books? I think people drinking martinis in glasses, plastic smiles, sophisticated people, how is that called? Adults, that is, it is very adult. I told you she was immature.

B: Well, maybe not a good idea, but I thought that as long as it takes to read the book, will be thinking of you.

A: Maybe, but what if you do not read? What if you do not like? No, it's too risky.

B: That's right, what such an ornament?

A: No, why not think about it, the decorations are very delicate and if you mess up, you're very exposed, they tell you you got bad taste and stuff. I had thought was a CD, for example.

B: It's like giving away an ornament, and no one listens to music on compact, all pirated.

A: Yes, it would be rare, but it is a detail, is symbolic, as it is what she likes.

B: And what music do you like?

A: Ah, no idea, I think listening to Arctic Monkeys Radiohead or was it? Or was Queen?

B: Not a good idea about the CD. How about some perfume?

A: No, how about a hat?

B: That is, clothes, give them clothes.

A: But not the waist, "and also, if you do not like?

B: What will change.

A: What if you do not like something else?

B: Do I have to explain everything? Look, try to find out where to buy clothes regularly, and that. Then you go and buy something, anything, a shirt, pants, whatever, that is more boy, do you understand?

A: Obviously not.

B: It will be a eulogy, lean try to buy something that is small.

A: Are not you going to feel fat if I do that? What if I buy something that is of greater size?

B: You believe that you thought that is fat.

A: This is very complicated, I think the jar of olives is the best option.

B: I can not handle this, it is impossible for me not to do.

A: Relax, and we happen something.

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The Liróforo Gabriel Velasquez Toledo
fantasy
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My grandfather said that real men settled their differences to better "talk is useless when we have the fists." I think by that time I began to like boxing. I do not recall any famous boxer, did not care who's name they pounded in the ring, only made me more real than the game it was for me gymnastic wrestling.
The closest I got to use his fists was in high school, when youth rebellion liam us in a conflict with another boy, threw me to the ground and not to continue receiving the hits I covered it with both hands. A header gave me the advantage when he accidentally hit my opponent, I had lost sight of trying to rejoin. I gave the little round chin and fell.
certainly a trifle compared to the events on Friday will be producing at about 19:00 pm when the Sabines's Palace, facing the "Perico" Gamez against "Dandy" in a confrontation agreed Pérez six rounds in what promises to be the best fantasy boxing show of the decade, which together promote the family restaurant "Che Garufa" and the cultural Multiforo "Casa Tomada."
The search failure is natural. Just need to get into a company, rather than by their nature complicated absurd impossibility. But that's where the great heroes are born as Homer. Or the big losers. The important thing is that this alternative proposal of literary readings, promises a renewal of the classic patterns of presentations at cultural centers, behold, the glory does not matter much to amuse the audience. Omar Gámez
"Navo" is one of those characters you can find running a library and writers organizing clandestine meetings suburban shoddy investigation of official cultural proposals for the cultural movement that promotes terrorism and cacophony error as the best proposal from the literature. In short a true insolent antisolemne that seeks to destroy consciousness at the point of laughter. Ulises
Mandujano "Garufa Che" is the director of known concentration antrum fighter who seeks to defeat the boredom of his parishioners, with surveys of jars, social and humanitarian work with the "bolonautas" and his undoubted quality storytelling, has earned the recognition of the best narrator of Tolán and its surroundings. Indeed
said of the competitor that his vast experience as a showman gives a slight edge over the rest of the participants, but only those attending the meeting literary star in two narrators, can give better opinion.
is important to note that the narrative is the best sports people. The search for the humor is a constant two narrators who alternate during the event with readings of other writers as Wlvester German and a server, promising viewers a bit of humor attendees smart.

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Liróforo Gabriel Velázquez The Toledo
modern social relations

is clear that the interpersonal relationships of people in general have given a shift towards individualisation, are much more significant this feature into the cities. However the technology tools have led to many corners of this phenomenon.
It is curious that the humans in their search for satisfaction of their most basic desires, has had to devise ways to communicate. This gave the speech. Hence it was also born society. But over time, the hyper-social levels have hit an unnaturally together, an inordinate amount of people. At first the alternatives for the development of related activities among the people were extremely limited. Education systems were so general that it was not uncommon to find special interest circles, with which people could identify.
Today the Internet allows us to find a classification and purification of interest, people who come to our way of being. Social networks allow people more free, unconscious expression of true expressive needs are a reflection of the consciousness that has been recovered on behalf of a social entity.
But beyond the benefits it has provided as useful to humanity in terms of knowledge and entertainment, has caused a deep void in the way they interact today's youth. If not using an electronic device, there is an apparent inability to develop a relationship of any kind with other people.
Add to that the very large number of people living in peri areas causing a perpetual state of psychosis, which at their highest levels lead to the development of neurotic states exacerbated by which he even violent attacks, as evidenced by the countless examples of students who opened fire on their classmates, they are overtaken by a society that gave them the necessary training to engage interpersonally, motivating your privacy and provoking with this a phenomenon that points to start showing its first toll in our region because the enormous need that young people have shown towards new forms of entertainment are worrying.
The conglomeration of people obviously provokes a defensive state of any individual who decides to go out. This person is stressed by the constant need to care for their backs, as the same psychosis that causes actual violence, brings into a paranoid state in which mental health is faced with high levels of stress, the couple that their tolerance for highly violent images provoke an attack against the values \u200b\u200bof coexistence that should be promoted in order to promote harmony. Soon
freedom to provide electronic media, will be threatened by a license, that channeled through mass media and in obedience of very strong economic interests, will result in a confusion that will delve more deeply into the identity crisis faced by youth today.
Unfortunately no solutions. In Europe there are treatment clinics for Internet addicts. The official propaganda is ignored, the world of work and education demands the use of these tools. We can only rely on the values \u200b\u200bwithin the family entity can be promoted, taking special care in driving the new knowledge of the young towards the sublime needs of popularity, as knowledge.

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Estridentistas I


Liróforo Gabriel Velázquez The Toledo
The Estridentistas I

The estridentistas are a group of artists who hoisted the flag of irreverence in its artistic manifestations in the early last century. Since decentralization led Veracruz intellectual worth of its own elites for the conduct of social circles. His proposal was originated to get rid of the traditional trends, including poetry and art.
From the historical liberation of the content to the association of urban order and naturalist literary proposal to initiate Manuel Maples Arce, following the publication of the first manifesto estridentista. His original proposal was clearly revolutionary. With a trend towards automatization of daily events, achieving this with images that seem out of context for a moment, but that is part of a plastic work supplementing with various manifestations. This is how it unveiled a proposal that part of the perversion of obsolete values \u200b\u200band the search for ideological renewal. Its main exponents
showed irreverence as a conductor of his actions, a breath of insolence that shook the post-revolutionary conservative base, to print an injection of ideals that emerge from observation, the will and intelligence. Its main exponents were particular forms of manifestation, dealing with various themes, reinforcing the need for progress. Manuel Maples Arce
Interior Scaffold. Radiographic poems obviously the tendency of estridentistas claim in their ideological movement, a particular brand of the members of that group, so we can see how Manuel Maples Arce is the intellectual who seeks the meaning of a rebellious city. Use the show theme that gives the city and are standardized in the pursuit of progress as a poetic ideal, proposed to the reactionary sentiment offering other groups that choose not to address social, introduced in the aesthetic of poetry without social commitment. His poetry is a complaint to the apathy of the artist.
why he prefers stand as the figure of the scandal. The breaking of social ties and patterns set to "traditional" creative thinking. Proposes to incite creativity. "In the static condition of the mechanical garden, / the smell of smells like nursing hours, / and electrical staff of all roofs / dies in the eaves of the last calendar."
Instead agility imposed Kyn Taniya in game creation Airplane ingenious. Find a freedom in poetry, which lets you print an environment that covers the senses. "Do you hear a laugh machine guns on street corners?" His strength injected a complaint spread sympathy witty: "FIRE THE PAST TO ILLUMINATE THE FUTURE!". His style embraces a spiritual quest that is sublimated with science in a profound metaphysical equation: "AND THOSE THAT SURVIVE WILL BE BLINDED BY THE LIGHT" knowing also get a wealth sentimental order to completely undress before the purity of feelings " The engines whine / howl in the night. "
In the next installment will realize the ease with which German and Salvador Gallad Arzubide List by efforts to move estridentista, reaching promising horizons in the province, and later suffered their worst pounding that ended that these promises of Mexican literature: the public.

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Estridentistas II


Liróforo Gabriel Velázquez The Toledo
The Estridentistas II

One of the assumptions that the group of estridentistas always maintained, was its proximity to minorities that the vast majority were miserable and exploited. So the group did not evade their social conscience and seeks empathy: "HEY BROTHER / did you you hear my screams? / Really feel my tears fall / through the rock?". Fortunately
experimental search of these poets is transcended. Invade items from other areas to suggest effects, such as with a pictogram Like Tablada perhaps another Veracruz who had ventured into this area, "sweat touch / cold / and / bal / CEO / my / hammock" image. The swaying, are part of a visual experiment that includes environmental elements. Finally
characterized by impertinence, as a tool to propose a breaking point, as Kyn Taniya says: "Is not good man donkey ears / the snake deserves to have its monument in the Plaza of the Constitution?" His sharp sense of humor makes it just like that one of the clearest representatives of Stridentism, that somehow reminds the group that formed early Lorca Dalí and Buñuel, which incidentally takes place in a quasi-parallel. The case of Germain
Arzubide List is different. Corner can see what it says on margin Maples Arce, "the mechanical and geometric splendor of the century." Part of the formula used by the author focuses on the loss of respect in the suicide attack that seeks to change forever. "A Villa was invented / those who hated gringo." There is a strong release in the association of images, "the cloth with threads of music / electric to catch the butterfly." Finally the release of the language as proposed for the ideological break "Schakespeare does" exit " as a character. "fatalism Full of thoughtful, one who shore to the final consequences" must be disposed of 40 floors / to reflect on the way. " Gallardo in El Salvador
electrical staff, shows the first fruits of the affinity that the group is having on young people. Since then innovation becomes a paradoxical language. is the representation of the everyday, taken to sublimate for a final moment before it is lost in indifference again, "The album of the street / engine rolls / leaking of the posts / they write symphonies."
The music covers a special place in the thinking of renewal of estridentistas as shown by Maple, "while the dyes light orchestra / and syphilis yawns" stove pipes "and Kyn Taniya," the black rhythm of jazz bands in New York. " In the representation of a change, a rebellious identity. Gradually
rampant estridentista proposal was fading. Age, with economic needs and that would later become exercises in political power, cut short a movement that in its irreverence decided to divest the official forms. A parallel search for alternatives that lead to the delight of progress.

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- Do not hate the optimism? We did. But we are not against the optimism and the idea that you can do better than you will with reasonable grounds, but the idea that we need to think positive and you'll be fine. Say, those people who play in the religion called "Happiness." Religion that does not base his theory in a real and achievable idea but a superstition. We, or am I going to say they thought they could be happy? If you truly believe, are more naive than we are. Become the idea that happiness can be found, but it will happen and it will go like wine and not saying you have to do to recover. The man's natural state is anxiety, sadness, melancholy, but not happiness. So are irritating these optimists, who lie, some disgusting. Eye, I say that not to do things, no, do them knowing that there will be more than happy for a while, a fictional look happiness when they return to their natural state of distress. Enjoy life without trying to be happy, do not be fooled by the prophets of optimism.


"Well, as there is nothing more human than the complaint, we will complain. Ah, Facebook, Facebook. It is unusual in this blog we play these types of issues or say these things, but Facebook provides for that. But let's give it a serious note, before you start. According to Douglas Rushkoff, media theory, it is healthy to question the technologies that surround us so we can see and understand the impact it has on our behaviors. To those who say it's not worth criticizing Facebook. Well, the first thing we say is that Facebook is boring, really. You never met face to the screen and said "this is stupid? Here, in the editor, passing the time. Even destroyed several keyboards and screens in sudden fits of rage. But seriously, there's nothing too interesting to do. Share material, for example, is something you can do, but what who cares what that interests you or your wedding picture or that music video eighties? No one, really, is a useless information superhighway. Then when you get tired of sharing nonsense there is nothing more to do and end up boring. Another thing is the labels Facebook. The most incomprehensible is the question "What are you thinking?" Who, maliciously, it makes the page. When looked at that, and several in the editor will feel the same, the first thing I think is "do you care that I'm thinking," or "I'm thinking nothing." Actually, the commentary can be done in that space is not "What I'm thinking" is only a comment. Think, shall we say, is something a bit more complex. But Facebook is atontecer usual words, meaning them out. For example, instead of "contacts" that would be the correct name, and have it on Facebook means a way to communicate with them well, instead of "Contacts", have "friends." In my case, I am a "friend" from "Breakfast Small Craft", but there are thousands of examples of the sort. Now, how to be "friend" of a business? Are we going to the movies with the business, we had a beer with the business? Are we called by phone to tell us that this love with the deli in the back? He imagined that everyone will agree that Most of our contacts on Facebook are not friends, are other things. Friend, how to think, before Facebook was a key word. Something similar, though not equal, the case with the idea of \u200b\u200b"like" and "I do not like." Divided the world of Facebook users into two groups "things I like" and "things that I like." There is no gray or middle ground, nor the idea that there are things you might like or not, but halfway. But even there, that is to say, excesses in Facebook, there are no excessive emotions, everything is cold, distant, no heart at times. Say, there is the "extraordinary" or "Brilliant" or "Cool" nor "Horrible" or "awful" or "stupid." The "Like", which prevents halftones, also precludes the excess, it is somewhat bland, cold definition in relation to something. Finally, and very personal way of complaint, "terribly irritating to us when those red squares with numbers on top of the screen that tell us anything new? They are truly disturbing.

-can you say you had a bad day when you stole a shoe weasel. And speaking of the same, what is better? What do you steal a shoe or stolen you both? Think about it.

"In the drafting of" Catch the Lord Pato ", we believe that the shortage of coins is a myth, really. Perhaps at some point there was a shortage, do not deny. But the issue is mediated, became flesh in people, was installed in the collective subconscious and now, so there is no scarcity, but scarcity paranoia, that is, fear that there may be shortages, so that both traders and people who are not, accounts for thinking that there's currencies. Naturally, the coins, to be hidden, are not in circulation and it reinforces the idea that there is a shortage. But there is no shortage.

"Another thing, how is the issue of inflation? Prices rise and a guy comes out and says "There is inflation," or leave a guy says "There is inflation," and begin to raise prices? As it is, eh?