DARVO

Teoría del valor trabajo

2011-07-08T05:04:00.001-07:00

by Cristina Peñarrubia on Monday, 06 June 2011 at 22:53

La fuerza de trabajo, productora de las mercancías, se cambia, se compra y se vende como otra mercancía cualquiera y obedece a las mismas leyes del mercado, sin importar que detrás de ellas hay un hombre. Este hombre es libre en un doble sentido: libre o carente de medios de producción (y por tanto si no vende su trabajo, no sobrevive), pero libre de venderle su fuerza de trabajo al capitalista que él elija de entre los interesados en comprarla. El trabajador asalariado vende su capacidad para trabajar, pero ésta es un capacidad inseparable de la persona y no se puede vender aisladamente; por esto, una vez hecho el contrato entre capitalista y trabajador, éste, su personalidad completa, su cuerpo entero pasa a manos del otro. (Teoría de valor-trabajo)

Ley de hierro de los salarios: el salario se reduce a lo estrictamente necesario que permita al trabajador subsistir y reproducirse. Si el salario sube más de lo estrictamente necesario, la población aumentará y al haber mayor oferta de trabajo, los salarios bajarán. Por el contrario, si los salarios son infeiores a lo estrictamente necesario la población disminuirá, provocando con ello una escasez de mano de obra y por consiguiente un aumento de los salarios. Esta teoría influyó en Marx para afirmar que el obrero nunca disfrutaría de los beneficios del capitalismo.

GO BRO GO!

2011-07-08T05:00:00.001-07:00

GO BRO GO!

by Darvo Bonal Quintanilla on Thursday, 07 July 2011 at 11:40

To calm us down, to share the grieve and the pain, to let us go, to let us feel, to hug you, to be your BRO, to those who are about to fall, to all of those I LOVE inmensiously, to die for you, to cry, to protect you from the unnecessity of harm yourself, to cry, to know what is like, to remember this fucking day, to play it loud, to tribute, to those who are not here anymore, to go through this, through you and through life...2 all of you...I simile. LOVE YOU BRO.

My Mildred is lost in Forest. Meine Mildred ist verlorene im Bald.

2011-07-08T04:58:00.000-07:00

by Darvo Bonal Quintanilla on Friday, 06 August 2010 at 10:39

The Morning you embrace the pain
the feeling is always the same

The fact of hearing your prayers
has come back in reverse

The tree along your arm
will keep you away from fat harm

The places and tears are gone
will you hit me with some more?

you feel artless and steady
the lower you feel that creepy

The cage in front of the moon
is my jelly prison in my room

Der Morgen umfasst du die Schmerz,
das Herz immer das selbe ist ers

die Tatsache des Hörens Ihrer Gebete
in reverse zurückgekommen ist,

der Baum entlang dein Arm
Du weg vom grossen Schaden warst

Plätze hält und Risse sind tot
Wirst du mich mit mehr schlagen zu voll?

Du fühlst arglistlos und ruhig
Die hunter die gruslig du scheeler Blick

der Rahmen vor dem Mond
mein süss Kerker in meinem Raum

HOOD letter

2011-07-08T04:57:00.001-07:00

by Darvo Bonal Quintanilla on Thursday, 12 May 2011 at 00:08

To calm us down, to share the grieve and the pain, to let us go, to let us feel, to hug you, to be your BRO, to those who are about to fall, to all of those I LOVE inmensiously, like you, to die for you, to cry, to protect you from the unnecessity of harm yourself, to cry, to know what is like, to remember this fucking day, to play it loud, to tribute, to those who are not here anymore, to go through this, through you and through life...to all of you...I simile. LOVE YOU BRO.

Cause Monarchy is an ancient tradition to be abolished

2011-07-08T04:55:00.001-07:00

Cause Monarchy is an ancient tradition to be abolished

by Darvo Bonal Quintanilla on Friday, 08 July 2011 at 13:49

Your changes have been saved.

The fucking King is dead, the Queen was raped & beheaded,

the Prince ran away, the Princess is still locked up down in the dungeons,

the Infants sent to a mine as slaves, the Dukes were slaughtered by the mass,

the Duchess worked in the asylum until the inmates ran wild and she was tortured,

decapitated and chopped in pieces scattered around the county,

the Countess is believed that is lurking from the shades and turn into a witch,

the Viscount and Viscountess got impaled by the shepherds,

the Marquess and Marchioness were fairly sentenced to the gallows,

the Baron was straight from the pillory where his body was tore apart

by dragged until death by horses while the luck of the Baroness went through stocks, branks and bilboes;

the rest like Lords and Ladies were locked up in the golden tower and the servants set fire on it.

The Marquess and Marchioness were fairly sentenced to the gallows,

the Baron was straight from the pillory where his body was tore apart

by dragged until death by horses while the luck of the Baroness went through stocks,

branks and bilboes; the rest like Lords and Ladies were locked up in the golden tower

and the servants set fire on it,

the Bishop and monks were used as human shields in the Clash against the Ottoman Empire and crusades

...all in the name of God..nobody knows what happened to the closest person to the king,

...the Buffon who is believed to plot the whole royal necessary decline

by their own "engines of punishments"...who laughs last, laugh longer.

The Geek of the Week

2010-05-24T04:01:00.000-07:00

For as long as I can remember,
I have been unlike any of my peers,
Sissy surrounded by my sisters
Oddball turned the things upside down
cuz they looked better to me
Retarded, when pain was not the problem
Outrageous, when I play my life recklessly

Random free-associating conversations crappy music videos
I don't think linearly...C then B and perhaps A
I understand how to fit in,
but that's not meee
it's just that fitting in is so simultaneously stressful and boring for me.
I'm not exceptional nor special,
Let's rape the Cannons
forget about templates or styles
let it flow...geek yourself
geeks will love you
I believe in mines

Wanna contribute to society.
Added value part of the social world.
Consequently, I feel a lot of tension between
fitting in and flipping out.
Sometimes I feel like I am two steps away from becoming the geek of the week
The former is somewhat appealing, but the latter could be terrifying.

Come out geeks we all urge the need
Is this just "being gifted" or "creative"?
Life's short and impulses are free
Should I just stop caring or will
this finally push me over?

Put your heart and soul into playing that part.
Maybe you can find a crack in everybody's haart
maybe weirdo but beloved by your art

will be unable to overlook your quirks
to see what's good about me.
Do you feel that your quirks are a cliff?
tone that down. Channel it.

Brings to mind the fascinating world of the 'one-and-only'...
I found my outlets as an outwards of my inner fires!
Creation is my rescue becoming part of the "alt" crowd

Social suicide within this dreary world

you'vetaken for an idiot
you'll b taken for a fool
You're taken for the geek of the week!

WECKER SONG

2010-05-20T06:41:00.001-07:00

life strikes minutes to night owl!
Life goes on even if you don’t want to
Despite many fears you break in thru... See more
Despite many dens you find too doom...
Dens to spend the nite in bloom

where you look for reciprocity, sympathy or warm in excess
and somebody who flash you so strong,
your eyes roll by,
touché at point-blank haart.
If I were me I’d like to throw the anchor deep
the dirt shaken off at the precise instant the lace around my neck gets so tight,
it shakes the naughty thoughts off my head.
I guess I’m doing it fine
in this great dedication of wearing me thin
wolves’ skin,to bite on
the leader’s pack nape…but watch out!

everything turns disenchanted and dull, in this world of wolves, in this wolves’ carnival his spanish masquerade shows up.
Catching up with an old nasty trend I never embraced, but I am truly aware someday, somewhere, somehow, some day you’ll find a beautiful place at the time you hold somebody’s hand, who blooms your face towards the brightest life ever....
then let the smile fly

offering what you have for your own lost cause, be happy
In spite of you, who still don’t know whether you like it or was it what you always pet hate…
C.C. Quince

MY GLITTERED SOULMATE

2010-05-20T06:20:00.001-07:00

And I guess Im losing written perspective

in this staggering creative spur of evol... See more

that you nurture glow

with happiness we overflow

We'd better off out this show

within our carnival masquerade we endow

And I can't help it but fall for thou

lead the pack of thoughts right back towards you

this is cruel!

to feel you until you are to be in this endless remorseful loop

You shone the light in my den

How can I let you then?

when you gimme a thousand of reasons to be

you!, the vivid haart I have ever meet

I can await you ever after May

shivering these thoughts you sculpt out of clay

to Embrace me freely someday

Let’s stumble in the course of nites and days

With this ring I wed thee now

And with this eyes(bluishballs) I wedded thou into this woe

And with these lips I broke your seal

And in these arms I embrace your haart

With no harm!

Please! come and save me from this ample hole

likewise come and dwell cosy in my den.

Let’s find a shelter

whereby we may feel complete

wherein free rein is given to our disquiets

Let’s climb to the tallest tree

Above it all

Let’s give off a weedy smoggy veil

You inspired me, avid for inspiring you

In carving out our MASTERPIECE world

‘cuz nobody has ever made me feel so enthusiastic of us

My belly holds the fireflies gasping for air

‘cuz our Siamese lifetimes reach the blooming season

And every colour murmurs me cherished candied things

I see thru your eyes and I feel thru your heart

Just wanna battle hand by hand the numerous struggles throughout

05 January at 12:51 ·

Juggle Man that sticks right up his balls!

2010-03-17T04:47:00.000-07:00

NOR QUEENS NEITHER KINGS but Princess

2010-03-17T04:33:00.000-07:00

IMPETIGO

2010-03-17T02:05:00.000-07:00

Ma Rum, enchanted Castle from the tallest tower to the deepest dungeon.

An Angel flies above,

the amalgamation of varnished tunes,

flickering colours, moods,

Shade thoughts and losts,

blind in the workshopdeaf at the show...alive and well in my dwell

The machinery rum steams out

under the gates

heat releases hate

feeds from cannons' RAPE.

Within the Gloom, where glee blows up in Bloom. I feel my rum, pump out draining the grimy ink onto the flawless canvass wall.

we do Artful Politics, we make heartful policies

with the daily pull of your coffee,

feel the latent beating within

thick smogey crowning your heart

shall not impede from sun beans

IMPETIGO floods my provinces

Rural prairies chained to Easternry Hills

but here at the crown of the world

I see layers of clouds below,

and the martial Law you spread its wordy roar!

Safetypins Crossed

2010-02-25T04:18:00.001-08:00

You sew this ripped shoe
You tainted my life in glittered blue
As you painted me from Head to Too(toe)
cuz in this team we make
There are no substitutes, neither fake
but us as the frontlane
(of this teathre play)
Members…we see world above,
we dare to crowl and laugh
Cuz I was born poor out of plebeian love
This Oath I pledge allegiance to your crown

You, Princess OFF the ground!(off significa separado, en este caso de la tierra)

Powered up and bloom the LSD pump
into oblivion low, hence my haart sunk
Let’s do warfare back to the MF streets!

POPULAR HAART MACHINERY

2010-02-25T03:59:00.001-08:00

This is the first and last letter I write you from Door 2E Gate 34
Don’t mean to stay away from you, It’s English but we both speak a language nobody understands.
They see from the outside, but I find a friend and love in you to be king for a day
You my everyday princess in our nest carved out in hell yeah!
In the Middle East of your enormous heart.

Too much world for your haart
Too much haart for this world
And I feel like my tears flow
Things are tougher when you are forced to leave them but things are brutal when you cant leave them

Cuz this was meant to be Popular Machinery
I differ, this is not Pop but gold
Cuz we squeeze our heart against each other
Let’s play a flea roll, you jump on me, I catch you in my armsway with glee

You sew this ripped shoe
You tainted my life in glittered blue
As you painted me from Head to Toe
Powered up and bloom the LSD pumping low of my haart sunk into oblivion
Because in the team we make
There are no substitutes but us as the frontline
Members…we see world above, we dare to crowl and laugh
Cuz I was born poor as plebeian
This Oath I pledge allegiance to your crown
Let’s do warfare!

2010-02-23T06:30:00.000-08:00

above the index,
a brand new title in glittering lines
preffixes, affixes suffixes melt in a same thing called symbols&signs

it's the cover no more
an epigraph where you're reminded
you are leaning in
cuz life is to big
for you to carry it

Remember is to re-mind
remind is to re-memorise
when memo is to think and feel!
I live in a constant dream (with the memories you make me live)

A full Stand Thou On this Place
the Chapter ONE begins
Only
Natural
Emotions in Chapter One

Prods and Stumble Upon
your huge Soul marched on
the lines and pages went knocked down
the velocity blotted the black to grey off

I cant explain
when we came
to feel for each other the same
Is this a fairy tale?
Fucking hell!

A growing sense of glee invades me
hailed as princess of the North Sea
idolized respect for the life claims you've made
your gleam wears me thin
after days of staring at it!

Oh! you're flesh and bones for real!
since the day you flashed me
It was out of the deal!

SWINE

2009-11-19T11:01:00.001-08:00

In this life which strikes minutes to midnight! Life goes on even if you don’t want toDespite the many fears you break in thruDespite the many dens you find to spend the nite intooffering what you have for your own lost cause, be happyIn spite of you, who still don’t know whether you like it or was it what you always pet hate…Dens to spend the nitewhere you look for reciprocity, sympathy, warm and somebody who flash you so strongly, your eyes roll by and get touched at point-blank right in your haart.If I were me I’d like to throw the anchor deep downthe dirt shaken off at the precise instant the lace around my neck gets so tight,it shakes the naughty thoughts off my head. I guess I’m doing it finein this great dedication of wearing the wolves’ skin,to bite on the leader’s pack nape…but watch out!, everything turns disenchanted and dull, in this world of wolves, in this wolves’ carnival his spanish masquerade shows up.Catching up with an old nasty trend I never embraced, but I am truly aware someday, somewhere, somehow, some day you’ll find a beautiful place at the time you hold somebody’s hand, who blooms your face towards the brightest life ever....then let the smile flyC.C. Quince

Tráfico Humano

2009-11-04T10:10:00.000-08:00

Los misteriosos caminos de la vida
tráfico humano en el cruce personal
el hombre de la esquina que nunca conocerás ni verás, al adentrarnos en la noche, las alucinaciones en estas visiones de gente en la esquina, que nunca conocerás ni verás porque el gañanismo alimenta los delirios de grandeza nazista.

La divertisima manera de malgastar tu vida
vacia tu mente y rompe el hielo
al tiempo que nos sumergimos en la banda ancha, te quedas a un lado
con una mirada distante...¿no te dejará eso ciego?
haz una pausa y deten tu vida antes de que se aparte más y piensa que la empatía y no la compasión será lo que te abrirá la mente.

La muerte de un don nadie no parece tan real cuando te encierras en tu mundo, en casa la soledad se toma en botellas enormes y acabas por vivir por siempre solo.

Esto es una rendición ante las ciudades que se hace por ensayo y error en las viejas fabricas
¡Es ésto!, has pillado algo? ¿y ahora quieres morir solo en una tumba de hormigón?

Monstruo sin Nombre

2009-11-04T09:31:00.000-08:00

Y al final del sendero secreto escondido del camino
más allá de las rocas ennegrecidas
junto a la acacia desnuda de hojas que se desprenden
se atenuan las esquinas de mi encondite
La confianza cayo en la trampa, ¡rescátala del castillo!.

En la intimidad, este es el rincón más sucio de mi cabeza

Al final del pasillo
que rodea la sala de máquinas
de donde proviene el vapor,
allí se encuentra el calor

Donde guardo mis recuerdos
debajo sábanas blancas que cubren toda mi maraña de recuerdos banales
Darling, ¡sella la puerta desde dentro! que no puedan parasitarnos

Donde no irrumpe ningún ruido
donde no se cuela la luz
siente el temblar de la maquinaria
como apaga mis recuerdos

y desde aquí,
corremos como chabales
saltamos como pulgas
les levantamos la voz a reyes
nos desprendemos como hojas que flotan o se hunden

Gruñimos para sonreir
y pelearnos entre los árboles alicaídos, en el rugir de la perentoriedad.

In this life which strikes minutes to midnight!

2009-11-02T04:30:00.000-08:00

Life goes on even if you don’t want to
Despite the many fears you break in thru
Despite the many dens you find to spend the nite
offering what you have for your own lost cause, be happy
In spite of you, who still don’t know whether you like it or was it what you always pet hate…Dens to spend the nite where you look for reciprocity, sympathy, warm and somebody who flash you so strongly, your eyes roll by and get touched at point-blank right in your haart.

If I were me I’d like to throw the anchor deep down
shake off the dirt at the precise instant the lace around my neck gets so tight it shakes the naughty thoughts off my head. I guess I’m doing it fine in this great dedication of wearing the wolves’ skin to bite on the leader’s pack nape…but watch out!, everything turns disenchanted and dull, in this world of wolves, in this wolves’ carnival his spanish masquerade shows up.

Catching up with an old nasty trend I never embraced, but I am truly aware someday, somewhere, somehow, some day you’ll find a beautiful place at the time you hold somebody’s hand, who blooms your face towards the brightest life ever....then let the smile fly.

Frank Kern new streams 4 making control the masses

2009-10-29T02:49:00.000-07:00

no wonder our perception of beauty and beauty cannons/standards are continously manipulated. They produce us, we consume it... be aware my friend! your life might be in an ARTIFICIAL SOCIETY, within a faked standard culture.

SONDER-AUSGABE! Whiskey and Tears!

2009-09-18T15:05:00.000-07:00

Estroga #1:
Swept that by this cannot be long
cause today is the day I feel strong
No more questioning what is wrong
come on I 'll save you the report
Tenderness, overprotection
most likely for you Im gone
this is the way I feel strong
Cry for Those who are gone,But still be loved
to your haart and soul they are your flesh and bones

Some may say Im a bit different
Some may say I must be gone
how did you get so wrong???
My hands are trembling and body is shivering

some may say I am a bit different

Some may say I might be wrong

Some may say I got so wrong

Some may say how I went so wrong

the truth is that I never feel so sos so so strong and good so good so good
some may say Ill never be their one again
never had the time (before that) I fet so fine
SOme may say I must diferent

Rara1 C_E_D :
come on hold my hand and promise me I will never be alone, embrace me once more
Tell me I'm not a son of a gun, grap me tonite I feel so strong
And the whiskey and the tears and all the things you feel they will never be so cool (anymore)
and the things you always said but the things you never felt now they mean nothing more
than a faded thought in your mind after you left all behind that meant everything to you
and you never felt so fucking strong
and you never felt so fucking strong
and you never felt so fucking strong
But the smiles became dull again
It was pretty sad
leave the places where you lived and dwelled
the friends you walked hand in hand
in your den with friends hand in hand

Let me tell you one thing or two
Im still being your humble CARDO
Im still loading the cargo
Im still being your humble CARDO
for you,for you

I lost my voice WHere is it gone?
I lost boy and my choice
Some may sayI am a looser

Estroga #2:

But some space gap back'em off....(and on)
back in common sense kepps their hope
For god's sake I've not ofended your religion

This is the way
I feel so fucking easy
and then I feel so fucking easy
somehow I cant complain

Some may say...
I might be differents
I am gone
you lost north

Rara2 C_E_D:
Show me your choice
Bring me some toys
call me your friend
I can't complain
the reason I am x2
I have it
The reason I drink is just to make fun of me, at ne
This is eventually,
these are my friends
Im on shame
cant complain until Im gone, be gone be gone

Crueldad Humana

2009-07-23T03:42:00.000-07:00

22 julio 2009

El país que aprendió a reciclar bombas

Laos es uno de los basureros de bombas más grandes del planeta. Cualquiera que visitara el país, observaría incrédulo cantidad de chatarra y restos de bombas acumulada en los lugares menos pensados. Las carcasas oxidadas se amontonan al costado de rutas y caminos, terrenos y casas de familia: son los restos de metal de la llamada Guerra Secreta, un conflicto con un legado siniestro y perdurable, con el que los laosianos debieron aprender a convivir.
Entre los años 1964 y 1973, la Fuerza Aérea de los Estados Unidos lanzó en Laos una lluvia de 2.000.000 de toneladas de bombas en más de 500.000 operaciones militares. El objetivo de tamaño bombardeo, era debilitar una línea de suministros entre el sur de Laos y el principal enemigo, Vietnam. La maniobra, podría considerarse un verdadero experimento bélico de “disuasión aérea”, una guerra librada prescindiendo de la utilización de tropas terrestres. Los resultados fueron nefastos por distintos motivos y para ambos bandos.
Cada habitante de Laos recibió una media de 500 kilos de bombas en pocos años: por ello se dice que Laos es el país más bombardeado sobre la Tierra, una afirmación que se puede ilustrar con muchas zonas del país salpicadas de “cicatrices”:

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El nombre de “Guerra Secreta”, nace como consecuencia de los informes de prensa de la CIA, que negaban las operaciones de forma oficial. La negación era tácticamente necesaria considerando que Vietnam del Norte y los Estados Unidos habían acordado la neutralidad de Laos en el conflicto. Sin embargo, los bombardeos, fueron una de las operaciones de guerra más grandes realizadas por los Estados Unido hasta entonces.
Los habitantes del pequeño territorio de Laos saben muy bien que las guerras, terminan mucho después de que los bandos en conflicto dan por finalizado el combate. Muchos campesinos laosianos tienen razones para dudar del final de la guerra en amplias regiones del país, cuando cada vez que remueven la tierra, temen por sus vidas a causa de las miles de bombas ocultas y aún sin detonar.
Los habitantes de las zonas bombardeadas se acostumbraron a convivir con los restos bélicos oxidados en zonas rurales y pobladas, pero además, a estar bien enterados de que su vida podría acabar en un paso. Sus hijos, los niños post guerra, crecieron sin ver bombardeos ni aviones. Sin embargo viven alertados del riesgo de caminar en lugares desconocidos. Paradójicamente, suelen estar tan familiarizados con la chatarra bélica, que ni siquiera les llama la atención. Los restos de bombas son tan abundantes que no es nada difícil encontrarla en los lugares más extraños:

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Las bombas, muchas veces son simplemente apiladas junto a las carreteras y caminos.
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Las aplicaciones y utilidad encontrada para reutilizar las bombas van desde la simple decoración, hasta convertirlas en el sostén de casas y cimientos elevados a prueba de ratas y ratones:

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En muchas casas de campesinos, no es extraño encontrar utensilios y herramientas fabricadas con fragmentos de bombas. El ingenio para reciclar la chatarra bélica es tal, que hasta las bombas aprenden a flotar y convertirse en un medio de transporte:

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Según estimaciones, un total de 260 millones de bombas de racimo fueron arrojadas sobre las zonas más pobladas de Laos. El peligro, es que muchas de ellas continúan sin detonar. Estados Unidos, al ser derrotado en Vietnam, abandonó Laos dejando al país plagado de bombas, un 30 por ciento de ellas a punto de estallar.
Actualmente, en algunas provincias de Laos como Xienghuang, una de las más bombardeadas, los niños aprenden en el colegio, canciones en donde se acostumbra a estar alerta de no recoger bolas de metal del piso, posibles restos de bombas de racimo.
Gran parte del territorio está inutilizable por el riesgo real de las detonaciones de bombas. Cientos de civiles mueren cada año por estallidos de bombas, como si la guerra no hubiera terminado. Tareas tan básicas como la agricultura, suponen un actividad de vida o muerte, razón por la cual millones de hectáreas de tierras permanecen durante décadas sin aprovecharse:
Las tareas por detectar bombas y desactivarlas, se parece a un trabajo de hormigas. Muchos laosianos se dedican a detectar, señalizar y desactivar bombas de forma voluntaria o como un trabajo.
En el siguiente video, algunos laosianos se organizan para descubrir las bombas activas que encuentran cerca de los lugares donde viven, y lo hacen de un modo completamente manual. Las tareas más comunes consisten en realizar rastrillajes para señalizar las bombas con pintura roja. Muchos habitantes de Laos, tendrán suerte de encontrar un cartel que anuncia el peligro de una bomba antes de dar su próximo paso.
La cultura para reciclar bombas en Laos es una triste realidad en donde se combina el ingenio y hasta el más extremo pragmatismo. Muchos pobres encuentran en el metal oxidado, una oportunidad para fabricar prótesis bajo un programa de una ONG (COPE), una opción muy útil para los cientos de heridos por bombas al año.

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Según algunas estimaciones, la tarea de desactivar todas las bombas podría demorar siglos. Se calcula que en el año 1990, quedaban unos 80 millones de artefactos activos. Curiosamente, el alto precio de la chatarra, incentiva el comercio de los restos de bombas, una tarea realizada por gente inexperta y sin medios para impedir ser víctima de una detonación.
El apoyo internacional para desarrollar programas de detección y desactivación de bombas, es siempre insuficiente para enfrentar en su verdadera dimensión al problema. Para empeorar las cosas, muchas veces los conflictos políticos dificultan la llegada de ayuda a un ritmo capaz de revertir el problema.
Información en 1, 2, 3
Para quienes desean profundizar sobre el tema, recomiendo un artículo en Le Monde Diplomatique (en inglés)

ETiBeTaS Historias al filo de lo real

Reckless and alive!

2009-07-21T04:37:00.000-07:00

You're always my REMINDER!
Never say No, say maybe!
Never close a door that could be left open
Silverfuck gone, Silverdust lost
Don't be scared of, be excited of
Always hilarious never embittered
crawl, drag, crawl, creep but never be ashamed
Cuz life is your one and only
love yourself and love yours
save up the time to be with yourself
don't crowd your foremind with idle thoughts
be the punkest on the dancefloor
let people think you're crazy, reckless, frantic, ramdon
let the shapes go thinner, don't escape from them
let them wrap you and use them as your anorak

behold the falling snow
corrupting the things you know
and then what for?

Scotish lessons by David (not me)

2009-06-11T01:25:00.000-07:00

Am gonay tell ye aboot de day u'v hout!
Who pissed in your cornflakes?
Goach=Barass
Bawbag
Jobble Jabber=ass fucker
Knob Jockey=cock rider
Slap the belly ride the wave.
Wit ye haein hen=What are you having darling?
Och da nigchts a braw bright nicht!
Wit yer name?BACK DOOR BUTCHER=gay

Lurking from the dark above

2009-06-10T05:31:00.000-07:00

When you help a rich man you become wealthy
when you heal a sick man you become his goddess
Even if I am not Icarus
and I make no fuss
shoooting stars are always bright from the start
in this planetary carnaval with princesses' star
nothing but don't get stuck
Local heroes never laugh
without a princess in love
proud is to be the one who you hug
Please come and EMBRACE me
I need no flame
I am not a frown in your face
but a source of mutual grace
The more you get to know a pure star
the less you feel unplugged
with this I feel you back
hope you have a good walk
You deserve fun
in this happiness hunt

D

NSA+ IDDLE HANDS (Germany)

2009-06-02T05:03:00.001-07:00

NSA+ IDDLE HANDS

Friday 12th June 2009 Pussy Wagon. 22h

NO1Else

2009-05-31T07:31:00.001-07:00

In my foremind God is dead
evolution not revolution, moral illusionGott ist mann’s idee
Natural Selection our breeder creation
Control the Chain,control their way
by squeezing their faithfactories of beliefsdirty puritanity

Noone else, Noone else, Not the centre of UniverseNoone else, swindle, complaining, decayed

HUMAN SLOT RACING

2009-05-30T12:12:00.000-07:00

The mysterious ways of life, the human traffic, humans crossroads

Round the corner’s man, you’ll never see, you’ll never reach As you get in the nite HALLUCINATION in this vision Crappy figment of imagination Phantasm due to procrastination Provincialism feeds Nazi grandeur delirium The hilarious ways of life, hollow your mind and break the ice As we sink in the broadband, just drop you aside. A distant sight into your eyes Will make you blind Make a pause and halt your independent life Empathy but not sympathy will rich your mind The Death of Mr. nobody seems not so real but you bar your world back at home loniless is taken in long bottles with seals and you shall live always on your own. It's a warning at the Queen cross Of this constant losts ain't mirth when you alienate yourself Procrastination breeds unhappiness borderline realities create the outlines which i choose to call my fucking life. by what i am not, by what i am not to do, by what i cannot be, by what i cannot have. by these things i crouch This is a litlle boy crouch down in his knees (in the) old factory This is it! Did ya catch a glimpse of this? Wanna you fall alone in a burial of concrete? The mysterious ways of life, the human traffic, humans crossroads Round the corner’s man, you’ll never see, you’ll never reach As you get in the nite HALLUCINATION in this vision Crappy figment of imagination Phantasm due to procrastination Delirium fantastic drug defeat by delusion of grandeur

United States of Europe

2009-05-30T11:44:00.000-07:00

An impossible integration. We think the European integration is an impossible achievement because of the existence of several obstacles and reasons like Fiscal; Trade; physical; geographical barriers that EU cannot completely remove in a short term, without destabilizing members economies. That’s because of the large diversity of politic systems, different economies, and what geographical diversity involves cultural diversity, one of the main problems to integration. Ex. About new members: Turkey is seen as the bridge country to the Arabian countries. The most of Europeans citizens don‘t consider Turkey to be a European country, due to their geographical location and their Muslim population. Turkey never could be a member state due to its geography. Secondly, about the new members there must be said: Economic factors build the highest walls to achieve a geographical unity. Every country with its own jurisdictions, environmental policies, trade laws, fiscal laws, tourism policies, labours conditions make more difficult to merge them all into one single system. Special items which are involved in national economies, and have direct effect on economy have an important role. Even if they tend to merged there will always be the main objective, to unite under the same political system. Talking about Latvia, Poland, Romaine, etc… The nationalities diversity arise another problem, the loss of national identity. No every country is keen on. The economic-geographic diversity arises some problems and effects that make countries reluctant to integration. -The run away companies to settle down in a low taxed or subsided country. -The destabilization of new members survival economies. Ex.:, Latvia which has a large dependence on forest devastation industry, should be obliged to adopt EU’s environment policy. -Countries with a low standard of life find unbearable to compete against stronger countries, and find it impossible to prop up their economy. “The possibility of fracture”, different grades of integration, inequality of treatment. The rules of countries should follow and adopt is just a superficial rule. Newcomers should reach what EU expect them to achieve, but while ones sacrifice strictly their own national rules, others like France and Germany violate the fiscal rules, that stipulate no country can run a deficit budget bigger than 3% of GDP. While this injustice keep happening no integration can be achieved. Other problem to integration is borders, barriers or boundaries are not mainly set for governments. The powerful barriers are rebuilt by people. In France population are reluctant to accept Turkey as a new member of the EU, for culture reasons coming from Turkey’s geographical diversity, bridge country Europe to Arabian world. Netherlands , Theo Van Gogh murder. Turkey’s for Historic and geographical reasons is a Muslim country which should start to adopt occidental political system, and occidental human rights, for example Women rights as men rights. Anyway Turkey is refusing to become a member because is on war with Cyprus!

ESSEN MARATHON 17.05.09 Germany 4h.15min

2009-05-22T03:29:00.001-07:00

Before narrating anything, I must point out the face of Gañan I have in this very first picture. It's been a pleasure run in YermanY, the weather couldn't be better and my runningmates unimproveable. The quality of the pixes is really low due to the business run by the organissation, 10€ per pic...I may ask fot 2 in paper, slightly cheaper. I should say I felt no pain, neither niusance or whatsoever. Just enjoy with the pictures.

ESSEN MARATHON 17.05.09 Germany

2009-05-21T08:10:00.000-07:00

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an accurate account of my stupidity

2009-05-19T04:20:00.000-07:00

Hola my love, im here,
tired and feeling sorry about that,
"sometimes i forget who's important to me".
I wanna take a break to
let you occupy a 100% of my being
and furnished the words to say it with my haart.

I guess sometimes I am too obliging/paying attention to the others' needs
When I forget about you and me
when I dont care about you and me
when I dont think about you first!

Because I dont measure what I treasure
and the weeps may come later as an error
among sobs and failures...

All is measure errors and failures

I'll make this song that was not meant
to be the lyrics of what I've done,
but a way to find relieve
for what we believe

I just dont wanna you to feel
I play with you writing you this elegy,
it's just that you are really who inspires me,
sourcing out my deepest feelings,
a source of emotion an ever rising stream
I cant help grab it and last without wearing it thing.

Because the more you squeeze the more it slips away

I want to congratulate everyone
who has supported this campaign
with open arms, with their empty hands reign
the grain you contribute with,
the mountain you reach its peak

Well my love, perdoname
por lo tonto que soy,
por que cuan más rico eres,
menos ves lo que tienes.

Sólo quería decirte que ya estoy en casa.
Ich hoffe du bist ok,
dein arbeit ist nicht Sklaverei
Jetzt du hast zeit für dich
und sofort für auch mich.
Rufst mich heute abend an!

Hoffe dieses Lied gefält dir.

an accurate account of my stupidity

HUMAN SLOT RACING

2009-05-05T08:04:00.000-07:00

The mysterious ways of life, the human traffic, humans crossroads
Round the corner’s man, you’ll never see, you’ll never reach
As you get in the nite
HALLUCINATION in this vision
Crappy figment of imagination
Phantasm due to procrastination
Provincialism feeds Nazi grandeur delirium

The hilarious ways of life, hollow your mind and break the ice
As we sink in the broadband, just drop you aside.
A distant sight into your eyes
Will make you blind
Make a pause and halt your independent life

Empathy but not sympathy will rich your mind

The Death of Mr. nobody seems not so real
but you bar your world back at home
loniless is taken in long bottles with seals
and you shall live always on your own.

It's a warning at the Queen cross
Of this constant losts
ain't mirth when you alienate yourself
Procrastination breeds unhappiness

borderline realities create the outlines
which i choose to call my fucking life.
by what i am not,
by what i am not to do,
by what i cannot be,
by what i cannot have.
by these things i crouch

This is a litlle boy
crouch down in his knees (in the) old factory

This is it!
Did ya catch a glimpse of this?

Wanna you fall alone
in a burial of concrete?

The mysterious ways of life, the human traffic, humans crossroads
Round the corner’s man, you’ll never see, you’ll never reach
As you get in the nite
HALLUCINATION in this vision
Crappy figment of imagination
Phantasm due to procrastination
Delirium fantastic drug defeat by delusion of grandeur

MY MOTOR-FRANKENSTEIN

2009-04-27T04:16:00.000-07:00

Long Sleep for years after the second winter
Rusty wake up from the cellar, keller that lighted up the cellar
Connie put it up to max
it felt his heart beatin
beating the dead horse inside

Airways reeked out the toxines
Breathe lifelike and clean from sins
half yard deep in
dope-winner-engine

Broken pump-up bomb oil, "stuck in mud"
It broke my heart the lok at it's mother's arms

a self made engine's fine
My motor-frankenstein

Slumber in a premonitory goodbye
Winter up in a cellar yawning for fly
Parents beg him to stay, recalled by

Dug the grave and we together whispered his name
Death got away with him
my motor-frankenstein

Icy valves, amputateed lungs
more than a cat a pure haart

Start engine!, motor hum lullaby
sleep my son you won't be alone
at the friedhof where flew your soul.

THIS REEKS TO ROTTEN APPLES

2009-04-27T03:36:00.000-07:00

SPHORA

In my foremind God is deadhead
It's evolution not revolution, moral illusion

Frightfullym disagreebly human, king of morality, dirty puritanity
infected branch of our family tree of life
the more I stare the clearer the picture is,
god is man's idea
and we fancy renaissance, as man self created in our arrogance

Natural Selection by the creator our breeder
it's a perpetual struggle for salvation to spread the seed
bcuz strongest lives and the weakest dies

Control the Chain, control their way by squeezing their faith
Morality rulers, factories of beliefs
churches to shed light on man's faith

Church led to civilization
no principles led to reckless suicide
"But the bravest decision you ever make is admiting you made a mistake"

Gimme hope
gimme religion
evolution out of constitution
prosecution out of religion
Full scale life

Fool religion
full oblivion
we're the manimal
social cannibal

Not the centre of Universe
Not holy creations
Animal nature, holy evolution

BUT good deeds will lead you further in the meaning of life.

dragged out from this world

2009-04-09T02:41:00.000-07:00

He was all heart and tenderness
nobody deserved anguish and dreadful suffer
Mam gave him all she had
treated him like a human being
we may be wrong pulling him from coast to coast
I liked to think I was his favourite
he had no favourite
he was shy and generous
he exhaled asking for an end
when just flesh and bone was what he´d left
Tierärzt said the reflection in his eyes
was what he lose last
I can believe his soul called at the mittnacht
As a slumber he showed up to let me know that was the last hug
we insisted on he should remain when he just were far beyond
his head turn into blue as he fell asleep

I put him a yard down in a muddy hill next to the Friedhof
won´t forget his eyes wide shut lurking from the worms nest
you´ve got a new den
where I´ll make my last stretch.

for all the joy and love your life broght upon our souls
I spill my first tear
for all the kindness an animal might show
I spill a blood drop
for all you´ve taken from my soul
I let you scratch my haart....
remaining thoughts in 9.04.2009
I hope you get this letter in the graveyard

Your Mam and Dad won´t forget u

Perhaps you should have bleiben in the place where we found you

And then we come to the same old question, why man is so powerful that can move monts, change the floss of a river, change the climate of a planet, destroy civilizations, built societies, consider their capacity to reason, learn from the past and from time to time prevent future and can´t help the inevitable path of death, we must find answers in death, Sheley said it, we play the roll of creators and pay the its toll...and at the end we all come to an end, there must be an end to be an start, thatßs what makes it attractive, otherwise it would be pointless and dull.

My head is heavy, my limbs are weary,And it is not life that makes me move....The proposition that death is the equivalent to extinction is examined in the first section of Adonais, a piece permeated with frigid imagery. The head of the deceased is bound with ‘frost’, his heart is ‘cold’, his lips ‘icy’ and his cheek ‘frozen’ suggesting the permanent cessation of life. The water imagery in ‘dew’, ‘Iiquid’ and ‘vapour’ suggest weeping for the loss of life, an image which culminates in ‘She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain’. The two images combine in the 'frozen tears’, the substitute for pearls in the anadem, which suggest the immutability of death coupled with the irrevocability of loss.
http://www.english-literature-essays.com/keats_and_shelley.htm

The Inferno de Barnes.

2009-03-25T05:48:00.001-07:00

Miguel Barnes 09 BERLINER

2009-03-25T05:42:00.000-07:00

Entrada al Reichstag Berlín...este cuadro tiene más o menos 2x2m.
Uno de mis favoritos. Y ¿Quién dice que no hay buenos pintores en Albacete?, M. Barnes José Callado. just check'em out!

William Blake - Lullaby

2009-03-24T02:58:00.000-07:00

O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue
To drown the throat of war! -
When the sensesAre shaken, and the soul is driven to madness,
Who can stand?
When the souls of the oppressed
Fight in the troubled air that rages,
who can stand?
When the whirlwind of fury comes from theThrone of God,
when the frowns of his countenance
Drive the nations together, who can stand?
When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain,
O who can stand?
O who hath caused this?
O who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it!
Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!

IF

2009-03-24T02:28:00.000-07:00

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,
Life would be delight,--
But things couldn't go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn't be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I'd be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn't be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,--
Yet they'd all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn't be we.

e.e. cummings

notengonada

2009-03-13T05:24:00.000-07:00

Arabian proyect in the South of Eden

My love has three cats
She rides the hours meticulously
She finds the joy with the letters
She finds the smile in dumb role
She crashes upon the time
When reality runs low of hours
When the days leads her nowhere
She has a beautiful arc of eyebrow
And shadows beneath her eyes
She has the longest and softest legs on earth
After working on them for a lifetime
Her skin is smooth and tight
My darling laughs at me
When I laugh at myself

My baby has it all

Leonardo da Vinci

2009-03-13T04:57:00.000-07:00

"Así como el hierro se oxida por falta de uso, también la inactividad destruye el intelecto."

Para RAFA:
El principal enemigo de la creatividad es el buen gusto. Pablo Picasso

"Cada uno tiene sus gustos; por eso hay ferias."

THE BUG

2009-03-13T03:07:00.000-07:00

TWAT lays in wait 4 the Bug
who built up my life as a skyscrapper with an everlasting hugs
and Tore it down,
leaving me on my own
in a reckless race across the town

PHONEPIXES

2009-03-11T03:55:00.000-07:00

MULETRAIN + NSA

2009-03-11T03:54:00.000-07:00

Me parece un gran cartel.

Shoot the messenger

2009-03-11T03:46:00.000-07:00

You Glad my heart when you grab it too hard

Spanish Masquerade

AMERICAN BLOOD

2009-03-05T04:14:00.000-08:00

S-MELTING POT (Ralph Waldo Emerson)
“
"…whence came all these people? They are a mixture of English, Scotch, Irish, French, Dutch, Germans, and Swedes... What, then, is the American, this new man? He is neither a European nor the descendant of a European; hence that strange mixture of blood, which you will find in no other country. I could point out to you a family whose grandfather was an Englishman, whose wife was Dutch, whose son married a French woman, and whose present four sons have now four wives of different nations. He is an American, who, leaving behind him all his ancient prejudices and manners, receives new ones from the new mode of life he has embraced, the new government he obeys, and the new rank he holds. . . . The Americans were once scattered all over Europe; here they are incorporated into one of the finest systems of population which has ever appeared." −

J. Hector St. John de Crevecoeur, Letters from an American Farmer.

America bleeds the ultimate seeds of the new generation
”

Luisin Alfaro

2009-02-13T03:45:00.000-08:00

A dull pix for a briilliant guy!

Mein Familia

2009-02-13T03:43:00.001-08:00

"Margaret", Wakter Stern, Oliver, Yo, Carmen E., Verene E., Hanne Stern, Maya.
Dec 08. Rheinland und Pfalz. Renania Palatina

Meine dritte Nichte. Aurelia Maya

2009-02-13T03:41:00.000-08:00

Que bichete!, sweetheart!!

Unas de mis favoritas

2009-02-13T03:38:00.000-08:00

Según R.kitchun no hay favoritos, y estoy totalmente de acuerdo, yo tengo un favorito y al día otro, opuedo tener varios. Bueno el caso es que está foto de Carmen Eckenroth me parece fantástica, fijaos en el granate en las vidrieras, el azul del agua, el gris de la fachada. está sin retocar, colores naturales.

Nilo's door

2009-02-13T03:34:00.000-08:00

MAILBOX

2009-02-13T03:33:00.000-08:00

The tiny Elba o Emma

2009-02-13T03:32:00.000-08:00

So lovely, innit?

NILO Le petit Lutin

2009-02-13T03:30:00.000-08:00

Le petit Lutin de Falaises

LAC LÉMAN Between Switzerland & France

2009-02-13T03:28:00.002-08:00

Ibamos paseando el lago Léman en Ginebra.

Pipe dandolo todo

2009-02-13T03:28:00.001-08:00

Enseñando el potencial Español

Mandarino y Cateta

2009-02-13T03:27:00.000-08:00

Addiction Board

2009-02-13T03:26:00.000-08:00

PASTIS: Para los que no sabéis lo que es...es puto ANISSS. Se lo pedían en vasos enormes

de agua...imaginaos al día siguiente...pufffff

Mi colega la Egipcia

2009-02-13T03:25:00.001-08:00

Se nota, el rollo que llevaba tenías que bailar la danza del vientre como mínimo.

El equipo

2009-02-13T03:23:00.001-08:00

Hinchaos! Esta chica era francesa I guess, el caso es que acabó enseñandome la foto del chimpance que cuidaba en Africa, cosa que me moló muchísimo...era amiga de la piba demacrá detras de nosotros en el sofa...caras de extasis líquido?¿

El equipo y el rival

2009-02-13T03:22:00.001-08:00

El equipo se arrima...atención que el equipo suizo hizo varias jugadas buenas, mostrando que jugaban en casa.

Silvester...Nochevieja

2009-02-13T03:20:00.001-08:00

No me acuerdo de su nombre, esteeee pero era Argentina. Atención a nuestras caras, madredede

The Troopers

2009-02-13T03:18:00.000-08:00

Espedición a Ginebra...Nous avon besoin de NILO ici!!Nilo, wo bist du?, ou est tu?

Robert Kitchun

2009-02-13T03:17:00.000-08:00

MAINZ, KUZ club

2009-02-13T03:16:00.000-08:00

Trabajando para el equipo...Player: Mandarino

Bad Kreuznach

2009-02-13T03:15:00.000-08:00

Nahe Fluss, Rio Nahe

2009-02-13T03:12:00.000-08:00

Bad Kreuznach, con su rio helado, junto a el puente de las casas: HausBrücke.

Katakomben

2009-02-13T03:11:00.000-08:00

La entrada a la bodega, Horror Time Tunnel

Bodega en Bad Kreuznach

2009-02-13T03:09:00.000-08:00

Ese día acabamos en la fiesta sorpresa de una amiga de Carmen que acababa de graduarse como Dentista, la bodega de su Pap era moe!

Rheinheim Burg

2009-02-13T03:08:00.001-08:00

Ex miembro de Cannival Corpse.

Cervecita!!

2009-02-13T03:07:00.000-08:00

Mandarino y Paquete

2009-02-13T03:06:00.000-08:00

Reise nach Deutschland

2009-02-13T03:04:00.001-08:00

La queimada alemana, nos echamos unos cuantos con la Hanne y el Walter, la verdad es que ese día cenamos tanto que ninguno durmió esa noche.

How serious I can be!

2009-02-04T02:44:00.000-08:00

How serious I can be!

2009-02-04T02:43:00.000-08:00

ROCK OUT!

2009-02-01T04:09:00.000-08:00

It's not a matter of fame
we didnt have it ever,
It's the ground you hit and unveil
running faster than ever...schneller!

We're just off and on and off
we never wore leather
we do it just for the feeling
from bleeding within

Feel the creator, save the momento once more
grace and gratitude lies in this punk whore

Im a loonier
like you trooper
glad to be heard you rocker
well punk it up!

Be gentle to me and I'll ROCK you OUT!!(Rx3)

I wont give up
crying my heart out for more
yelling at you, I do (x2)

A rubric lies in every second line
my meaning is not to thrill but to complain

Fan is a collision in the dark, ROCKS OUT!

Feel the creator,
save the momento
we just rock out!
just rock out!

Through Trial and Error Human Endeavour Alliance HEA

2009-01-16T02:06:00.000-08:00

A chance for the feelings
Let's make it last
In the long run
We'll all appreciate it
Hold on to my shoulder
we'll do this together
Nothing between us
nothing can stop us now

A common call
inform on selfishness
Act of your own accord
Stand up and keep on walking
in our darkest hour
at the end of the tunnel
I cherish it
This can't end in here
all the way we've been thru
has a meaning, beacues
the gloomiest meaning justifies the end
a last breath
I live to see
life has a brighter side
come out n' play
there will be a day
dont focus on the pain
but right to complain
at the very end
my hearts are broken
you must know them
write a list of things to do
Im waiting up for you
to bear a silly smile
The change leads us all the way
the way is made on the run
don't look back in anger
your heart is too thick
thick with layers
dont eat the meek
Call me Dick
Say your prayers
and drink yourself to sleep

Human Endeavour Alliance HEA

BLATANT INJUSTICE, May 14th 1980.

2009-01-16T00:48:00.000-08:00

Blatant Injustice by NSA. Solamente comentar que esto ocurrió de verdad, fue en la guerra civil salvadoreña incentivada y apoyada indirectamente y en secreto por los Greengos, por su brazo tonto, la CIA, vendiendo armas y seleccionando objetivos para establecer un gobierno de su gusto en la zona: Otras masacres contra población civil además de la del rio Sumpul donde murieron más de mil personas...POR QUE SÍ!!

BUENO, POR LO QUE ESCRIBÍ ESTO Y LO QUE QUIERO DECIR AQUÍ ES QUE ESTA HISTORIA Y LO QUE PASABA ALLÍ FUE CUBIERTO PARA QUE NO SE SUPIESE NADA DE LAS ATROCIDADES QUE ALLÍ SE ESTABAN COMETIENDO.

El Salvador
Los gritos de terror, el llanto de niños y mujeres, y la sangre que corrió en la meseta de la pequeña loma del caserío Las Aradas, en las cercanías del río Sumpul se acallaron en el tiempo, pero no en la comunidad, que continúa con la fuerza para pedir justicia.A 27 años de la Masacre del Sumpul, la Diócesis de Chalatenango y CÁRITAS de El Salvador honraron la memoria de miles de niños, niñas, mujeres y hombres que murieron masacrados por un combinado de fuerzas militares, civiles y de seguridad el 14 de mayo de 1980, durante el conflicto armado.La comunidad llegó en peregrinación a una zona de frondosos árboles del cantón Yurique, jurisdicción de San José Ojos de Agua, donde se erige un pequeño monumento a la memoria de sus familiares.

Miriam Alas, una sobreviviente de la Masacre del Sumpul, narró que contaba con once años de edad, cuando ocurrió la operación militar, cuando corrían para salvar sus vidas, desde el cantón Las Minas.“Recuerdo esa mañana triste, veníamos huyendo desde un día antes, con mi familia llegamos hasta acá, nos habíamos escondido por unos matochos cuando entró el ejército, junto a la gente de ORDEN y la Guardia Nacional …. disparaban a todos y hacían capturas de niños, niñas y ancianos, a las mujeres que capturaban las violaban de inmediato”, dijo.
La testigo recordó la preocupación creciente de los adultos en ese entonces, quienes contaban con el río Sumpul, como alternativa de escape, pero al otro lado estaban tropas del ejército hondureño.
“Los gritos de la gente los tengo bien presentes, de las mujeres y los niños, cuando pedían auxilio… perdían el equilibrio y se los tragaba el río… mi hermana se ahogó ahí… creo que muchos hasta prefirieron morir así que asesinados, porque eran verdaderamente crueles los militares con uno. No valía nada la vida en ese tiempo”, agregó.
El sentimiento de impotencia y terror invadió a Miriam que sólo se resguardó en una grieta del campo, mientras, ejecutaban a la comunidad y sus familiares.“Nos costaba correr… sólo teníamos pedazos de yinas en los pies que estaban horribles de hinchados, muchos no teníamos ni ropa, porque se nos rompía, cuando corríamos por todos lados escondiéndonos… yo me salve de milagro”, dijo.
Las torturas y ejecuciones fueron el siguiente paso en la Masacre del Sumpul. Miriam recordó “ hoy que veo a estos niñitos y niñitas sonreír y sentados aquí, bien tranquilos, me da un gran sentimiento recordar cómo los soldados y guardias tiraban al suelo boca abajo a los niños y ancianos y les daban el tiro de gracia en la nuca… era terrible ver eso… fue una injusticia total”, recordó.

Este Blog ha sido creado porque la información la manejan los mentirosos, metemiedos y corruptos de siempre. Decimos las cosas sin tapujos ni pelos en la lengua. Nuestra labor es voluntaria y patriótica, la definimos como "ACCIÓN CIUDADANA".

Solo veamos lo que pasa en irak, los gringos mandan a sus hijos a una muerte segura,mas de 3400 a la fecha, mandan tambien a masacrar poblacion inocente, que putas creen ustedes que estos criminales les puede importar un grupo de campesinos salvadorenos, por que esto crimenes fueron cometidos po ordenes directas de la CIA, con armas gringas, con la misma paja del terrorismo, la memomoria historica es esencial para nosotros los que queremos un cambio radical en nuestro pais, esta gente del sumpul el unico pecado fue ser pobres

iNFO de: http://pijazo.blogspot.com/2007/05/testimonio-sobre-la-masacre-del-ro.html

Scale Of Belief, Knowledge, & Certainty

2009-01-14T09:05:00.001-08:00

The Scale
Strong Gnostic Theist - Believes in God, holds God as provable (or proven) and is 100% certain about its existence.
Strong Agnostic Theist - Believes in God, holds God as unprovable (or unproven) but is still 100% certain about its existence.
Weak Agnostic Theist - Believes in God, holds God as unprovable (or unproven) and is uncertain about its existence.
Apatheist - Could be described as 100% uncertain about their beliefs. Usually agnostic, and with a distinct sense of apathy on forming any opinion on the existence of God.
Weak Agnostic Atheist - Disbelieves in God, holds God as unprovable (and unproven), but is still uncertain about its non-existence.
Strong Agnostic Atheist - Disbelieves in God, holds God as unprovable (and unproven), but is 100% certain about its non-existence.
Strong Gnostic Atheist - Disbelieves in God, holds God’s non-existence as provable (or provable), and is 100% certain about its non-existence.

I wanna go down in history for good

2009-01-14T08:41:00.000-08:00

This prick wanted to "go down in history." Is it poetic justice that he'll be forgotten, less than a footnote...I'll be gone in a few years but nevertheless, I bequeath my achivements as a tiny sand grain to this vast sea of land, where I lay dead stranded in this rabble as the billion thoughts crowed my mind.

"Deny, Attack, and Reverse Victim and Offender."

2009-01-14T03:13:00.000-08:00

DARVO is a perpetrator and master of wrong doing, particularly sexual offences, may display in response to being held accountable for his behavior. DARVO stands for "Deny, Attack, and Reverse Victim and Offender." Darvo may Deny the behavior, Attack the individual doing the confronting, and Reverse the roles of Victim and Offender such that Darvo assumes the victim role and turns the true victim into an alleged offender. This occurs, for instance, when an actually guilty perpetrator assumes the role of "falsely accused" and attacks the accuser's credibility or even blames the accuser of being the perpetrator of a false accusation.

Take a look...I have a fine wrinkled jowl that makes me a luvly perpetrator, I do stand for rape, burglarism, truancy, blckmailing, Naughts and crosses...ehe.

GHOSTS 'N' GHOULS

2009-01-08T02:26:00.000-08:00

Tremors, Slides and Flows mean to be live thru
we are part of these natural di-ousters
nothing to be scared of
nature is to be lived from the inner core towards the outers lungs
when we has sworn a natural oath
we cannot live without breaking the vows in which we had sworn not to go thru
and those vows we once consecrated our lives to material gods.
"In life , nothing is to be feared. Everything is to be understood" M.C.
Fear is irrational and paranoid, fearsome ignorance makes us weak.
Darkness is what we don't see neither grab nor comprehend
my baby sobs when the obscure Himmel paints out the glittering ceiling
with her starry-eyed wonder sight.

And what am I up to now?
I am stranded to the unknown
the shifting winds and ghouls may drift me away from home
and let me give up my ghost

Who knows home?
Whom may I address to in there?
Is anybody wlcming me?
Am I burning dry to purge my lies?

Purgatory must be an unplaced den on Erde.
where I may spill my teardrops...

And we come to a paradox...ignorance is bliss or ignorance is fearfulness?

With a skull stuck in your throat!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOLA

2008-12-18T03:33:00.000-08:00

Grabbing my most recently memory
of a lady called Lola.

NSA03 GRAB YOUR MEMORIES

2008-12-18T03:28:00.000-08:00

Una de mis fotos favoritas ya publicadas en este Blog.

This is the week of grab your memories, grab your old friends

FANFEST 08

2008-12-18T03:27:00.000-08:00

TUTI CRACKER NSA 08

2008-12-18T03:26:00.000-08:00

RICCO CRACKER NSA 08

2008-12-18T03:25:00.002-08:00

FANCRACKER NSA 08

2008-12-18T03:25:00.001-08:00

NSA FANFEST 08

2008-12-18T03:19:00.000-08:00

FANFEST 08 NSA

2008-12-18T03:16:00.000-08:00

The very last breath

2008-11-18T04:53:00.000-08:00

Dont do it my friends!, train to run and do not try this at home without training. it was a nightmare of 2 hours, due to the lack of training during the two previous months. I got 2 blisters on the sole of my feet at the 13km...they were bleeding and stinging, paining and dragging me into the house of pain. I promise to train at least a month before....Pipe did the same

WESTERNIZATION

2008-10-27T02:37:00.000-07:00

Stews and Roast are getting lost
Fast food invention leads to a junk nation
a quick development
our lives shortened
We forget about living
In the urgency of progress
I work to live
don't live to work
Pay me in time
Time me in fun
Life's pace drugged up
the birth of your son
when you're just burnt (out)
one good burn deserves another one
but no time you gotta run

Pace my life
lurking idly
how your soul fly away
A quirk of life
live fast
maybe you crash

Death note to god from a darkest corner of human raison d’être.

2008-10-19T11:41:00.000-07:00

Dear gods,
The air above Jerusalem is filled with prayers and dreams
Like air above cities with heavy industry
Hard to breathe
From time to time a new shipment of history arrives" Yehuda Amichai

So many wars a man had to struggle before,
but any as this lies in the eye of the storm.
A border clash awaits at EAST of this door.

And I blame not the religion but the ambition
Of those who see doctrines as a faithful weapon
The right arm of this rampant godlike collision
Of these faith merchants companies
Who murder for nationalism.

Goddess of wisdom into your hands
I comment this rage bomb
Couldn’t we find an equal common solution?

My worship
for the pilgrimages
that cross desserts of barbed wires and concrete wall

My refusal
for those who measures land over souls’ deaths
200 TAUSEND Palestinians left for homeless
this city is the key to peace; without it,
there is no peace for anyone

And I don't blame soldiers but the believers
who see in violence and wrath as a needed weapon
the cold hand of this illiterate nations
Hypnotized by faith-show corporations
whose budget comes from stupid nationalisms.

Tyrannical demographic superiority
denying any other ethnic presence, history which ties to the land

Where it is a one man show aiming at cutting off
your rights which stand your stay in the unholy city.
Freedom of movement, freedom to pursue a livelihood,
right to health, education and family life protection.
The collective punishment of blatant injustice
History of dispossession, systematic discrimination

and ongoing assault to Human rights.

And then all what for?
to keep maintaining a future hegemony on the 1st world.

The city of justice of Jehovah
The city of peace and evil
I will not be silent neither still.

And I wonder to myself...what a wonderful placethis could be.

But I can’t help screaming out.

Land runs off people. NSA Logo 2008

2008-08-31T04:55:00.003-07:00

At the darkest and damnest dawn of your life
when you see no direction neither purpose
you dont know whether climb or let yourself fall
in the darkest moment the walls of the city
glass cage you...all bound homeward!

With you knife and chain, no-one-tells you what to do
with your heart in your fist, it's when you do least,
least of all you.
education breeds culture,
culture leads to knowledge
Knowledge tends to democratize
culture holds back war but not peace

From your quarter, walk down to school
in your life thy black on white
break on thru to the other side
Take the next exit, fleet to countryside
When sun rise and it's all surprise

Sunrise Surprise

2008-08-30T12:07:00.000-07:00

NSA

2008-08-23T11:59:00.000-07:00

New T-shirt Line Werwe (a casa)

2008-08-21T11:01:00.000-07:00

"In the country of the blind, the one-eyed is the king"

2008-07-17T00:53:00.000-07:00

Somewhere under a ceiling of stars which covered as far as your thought could reach ...walk the earth a man, under a full moon with an empty heart, a fistful of sand and a patch on his left eye. He headed Greytown... this trip took ages in his life, deadly nightmares and dreadful scars in his mind. He shooted off leaving his family behind in a desperate act to claim life an ounce of the humanity. When the unfair fate had hethred...

My Horizonts. Albacete's Sunset.

2008-07-13T11:41:00.001-07:00

My desktop by Carmen Eckenroth

Julio en FEREZ. Sur Albacete con los BONAL

2008-07-13T11:31:00.000-07:00

All pictures brought to you by Carmen Eckenroth.