Sunday, May 30, 2010

How To Get Rid Of Stinky Clit

From Quito to the South of the Border


And I said he did not want to return to Quito in a while , this city has me stuck in the tube. These two days I have wandered through here have been very pleasant. And other air needed, to other landscapes and experience other sensations. The reason for my visit was porque necesitaba estar el lunes a primera hora en una ceremonia importante (me ascendieron, yupi!), así que decidí aprovechar el tiempo y pasar el fin de semana acá. No, no fue por el concierto de Sabina quien por cierto no es artista de mi devoción.

Finalmente conocí el famoso bar "El Aguijón", y me encantó la música, el ambiente, lo grande que es!. Aunque no se presentó ninguna banda, la noche estuvo muy prendida, pusieron música de Bomba Estereo Sound System , entre otras bandas que me encantan (Cafe Tacuba, Sudakaya, Manu Chao, etc...) así que bailé hasta cansarme :D.

El plan de hoy was going to see the documentary, "South of the Border" event that would be Rafael Correa and director Oliver Stone himself. So after lunch we wandered around town, with a clear sky and the best climate to which I have received this city. Never enjoyed the parks, and this time we rented bicycles and returned by the Elected admiring the beautiful trees you have. At the foot of a eucalyptus tree, walked barefoot on the cool grass, experience that I recommend to everyone. There is simply nothing more invigorating to feel the grass with the sole of the foot for a while, and while the landscape lends itself to the experience. In this playful when we realized approaching when the theater to see the expected Polytechnic documentary, so we ran to the place that was supposedly near the park (never believe in the "aquicito just is").

After the long walk we find that the door number two in the theater was closed for security reasons, but fortunately we were not the only ones lost as a reporter for The Universe had the same problem. This woman was our ticket so we did not take off from it, we took a taxi, and came to the door with the news that the screening of the documentary had already started and the hostesses had express orders not to allow entry anyone. The reporter showed his badge and then let her prayers, and back to us, "his aides." Then I learned that the place came only special guests and press, so we snuck Olympian.

South of the Border

On my arrival I heard the last three minutes of the presentation in the words of Rafael Correa, so I missed the intervention of Oliver Stone, who was standing there next to the President . The film begins with images of Fox News talking about the "dictators" Latin Americans in a morning-style program, with the typical coca confused silly gringa (Coke) and cacao (cocoa), and thought that it was the coca-cocaine. So for her Evo Morales was drugged with cocoa every morning. Tergivesaciones come and go, the manipulation of information is the order of the day, and the Americans come to believe the garbage that passed these perverse ways.

Finally, the documentary shows the world the other side of politics and Latin American leftist presidents Hugo Chavez, Evo Morales, Lula da Silva, Fernando Lugo, Cristina Fernandez and Rafael Correa. The role of the documentary takes Chavez, and that tells how this man appeared in the politics of Venezuela, the failed attempt to overthrow the president, their democratic choice, the way he wanted to overthrow, and the popularity it enjoys in its country. It is remarkable how Stone shows the world how U.S. sponsored the failed coup, and how then washed their hands. Stone shows the manipulation of information.

are brief interviews with other Latin American leftist presidents, my favorites are those of Lula and Cristina Fernández. President Lula is my favorite, I exploited my heart every time I hear talk, and even wakes me tender expressiveness of her face, mixing the suffering endured in his life, wisdom has reached, and the power it radiates. The audience applauded when he said that his government he had paid their debts to the IMF, Paris Club, and all that is required is that they treat you as equals.

Cristina Fernandez is a woman I admire very much, and in the interview that made Stone highlighted her poise, elegance, eloquence with which he speaks, while the grace that is. The crowd let out laughter and applause (for women) when she asks them to pass a picture, then says "had to be a man, leento." He spoke of how her husband was in Argentina and the achievements they have had so far.

The documentary will be heavily criticized, say it is funded by Chavez, who is part of their propaganda, it does not show anything negative of these governments, however, will not go unnoticed that Oliver Stone, a gringo Oscar winner, has been interested in travel Latin America and discover what other truth, and hopefully this work will be seen by many people who have a wrong perception of what happens here. At least ask if it is true, no?.

I have one more day in this city, I hope to have time in the evening to find somewhere interesting, sure you'll find. I wish to repeat the excellent climate of these days, and Monday is not so chaotic. This time there have been a victim of the height. Quito has signed up about twenty spots:).

Here is a trailer of the documentary. Highly recommended!






Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Ideas For An Interior Design Business Name

And there wedding!


At every wedding I attended, I never saw in the place of the bride, with a white dress snow, with porcelain skin, shiny crown, veil covering the face that would uncover the groom to give that kiss to seal the union. The ten-meter line going through this long journey on which she would preside over the court slowly beautiful children each carrying flowers and innocent smiles. This medieval tradition where the bride is a virgin princess inoncente and dressed in white, to be delivered to his wife, is still celebrated in all corners of the world. Some do it to please the family, others to meet the holy sacrament or ceremony to raise the maximum levels of solemnity, and shout to the world: this is serious!.

So when I arrived. One day my boyfriend and I realized that we were too comfortable with each other, although the hours and days pass, we did not have no awkward silence between us, that together, the imaginary circle that enclosed the two already felt like home, that place where no one is afraid to be yourself, where you can grow. So we decided to move to live together, we found an apartment we liked, we spoke and the details of each place, as would be living together, sharing household chores, in the end we were almost the other side ... when it came the inevitable question of marriage.

agreed that we do not represent a Catholic ceremony (religion which professes only to my family when married or baptize their children) or Evangelical (religion his mother and sisters with a endless profess faith), then we would in the civil registration period. Then our matriminio seemed a formality more of the many that we do every day, as if that act did not have much significance in our lives. No, do not want that either! I remembered that I recently sat in the dock to make a declaration, and to the typical questions "age? Status? Profession? Religion?", Was now for shouting "that question is unconstitutional", but I remembered was charged and could not afford them to think I was a devil, so I answered falsehood: Catholic.

Back then, ruled the ecclesiastical marriage, staring at the ceiling went back to the beginning of everything: We were almost a year ago, the two on the second floor of a small temple perched on a hill overlooking the sea at dawn. On the first floor was a meditation space with lots of pillows on the hardwood floor, and an altar with great pictures of spiritual leaders, of which only remember Paramahansa Yogananda, Gandhi, and Jesus. We knew little, but the day before he attended his first Temazcal, fire your first dance together endured relentless fire that burned until he lost consciousness. We know the patience, strength (sinchi!), perseverance, many things that are internalized in such rituals. Returning to the temple that morning, was not the first kiss but the first time we decided to stay together no matter what happens.

Back to home then, and not only the origin of our relationship, but our source which is this land they were born, with unknown ancestral customs. Ask this land, all our dead, the spirits of the mountains, to bless this union. Andean will be a marriage! A hó!

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