Friday, October 29, 2010

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this time I like to side with those who weep

all are writing about Nestor. I will not be less but I do not want to write by writing. repeat or echo ideas or positions. I thought it best to try to remember the things I truly agree, those that I stayed in the memory beyond what the media, on one side and the other, they wanted to record a fire.

are bullshit. but mine.

the first memory I have of Nestor is the image when he took over and gave him the cane. I did not know what to do with him and began to play. for a while then sent the packed square and walked among the people. (Like today with his entourage). To me, without knowing anything or want to realize it, it seemed nice gesture. I liked the president to be someone who is not ashamed to play that against the protocol always felt discomfort.

after that silly thing I remember my trip south with my family, we stopped a few days in Rio Gallegos and we used to dine in a restaurant that Nestor was a regular competitor. unlike all what has already heard of him, the waiter who served us told me of a simple man who always asked the same thing and escaped from custody. (Just today I saw a child mourn as one of the servants of the government house. The waiters know us the secrets. It is difficult to hide the child putez a waiter. The boy is the avenger perfect: if you want, you spits the tripe).

I also remember wearing moccasins guido Nestor. and that the criticism of people and news magazine of the era were based on their coats and shoes Berret cross, they said they were not what was expected of a president. curious now, the same critics, they "Urtica" the upite the five-star wardrobe cristina. I sometimes think that stupidity can overcome any barrier, total no blushes.

but one thing leads to another and I remember that during the government of Nestor said it was a pollerudo and the speeches cristina wrote them, the real brain ceded Nestor talent for God knows what kind of conjugal love. I say go to find love because in addition to the limit of yielding all hated him mercilessly. now it seems it was the opposite. will get to say that he died to make it big.

I do not know if they are bastards, or flowercat idiots. probably a mix of three things.

if I think of the Nestor of just here, I am moved by the pride with which he spoke of cristina. admiration did not care to reveal. always gave me the feeling that he did not feel menoscavado, as he often goes to their husbands at a disadvantage, kirchner (as he called Cristina, who never said Nestor) was growing when he spoke of his courage president .

excites me cristina face receiving the baton from the hands of Nestor and I love being a tared to create the novel. I find no reason to want to be bright and intelligent script lighted signs shit written by trumpet and the nation. let alone the Labour Party, always pissing cerquita but definitely out of the jar. if you dot the smile, the better.

but from what I always feel a deep respect for Nestor is by his actions. he was the only president who dared to lower videla picture. and as he was not content with gestures led to the trials for genocide are prisoners. are not the only reason I lean in the eternal place of enormous respect and appreciation, but if they were just these two, I would be sufficient.

appellant seems to me to discuss the country's exploding, where the phrase was "the last to turn off the light" but I feel it appropriate to state that Nestor before my sister went to live in Spain and my father flew to Miami to see if he could accommodate. I remember my chat with my dad telling him that Argentina was not what he had left, which should be encouraged to return at once. he has already forgotten but not me. in Argentina before Nestor could not live, could not work. could not. and Argentina's Néstor and Cristina my dad and my sister could live and build their families. might work. and I saw, nobody told me, as my old recovering the dignity that only knows how to find laburo. he did not know realize it is very much his own achievements but Nestor was possible because we guided the ship. but it is not important.

and for good measure, Nestor and his wife, I thank my whole life to have had enough of lanata asshole so much that we talked about human rights.

Nestor Kirchner is the first political leader whose loss causes me infinite emptiness and sadness. While me in a profound joy. the majority belong to the crying and says thank you, far from condemning the minority. again and again and always condemns us.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

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name it, I say unconditional love how they travel

I spent all afternoon reading the pelotudeces you have to say the recalcitrant right, the description of the obscene celebration of garcas of Recoleta, listening to jokes, farts and hatred Gorilón absurdity of the Pro, which caulker hotel horrified as bribes to lift closures agree not keep the child care or shapes.
in the middle, a twiteros sent me a link: if you are very angry, reiterated a bit. and took me a note suggesting that workers' party Nestor ferreyra Marian died. a delusion that explains why there are always kicking themselves in the part of the pool where all do other foot.
sailed full-color walls where I could enter into the most abject hatred that makes most incredible structuring thoughts. an effort as impressive as the fart, that of a group of people (not group, they are always separated) to break the applause of a people who turned to the plaza to thank and pay tribute to dismiss their political leader.
read in the state of a woman something like he was surprised that everyone was talking about the political quality of the virtues of leadership and statesmanship capacity of Nestor but nobody, nobody talked about moral values. I was stunned. what the hell Women need to understand that poor people love to Kirchner. what will be an outstanding leader, a political race with capacity of states and also a turd without moral values. perhaps referring to Morales Sola, who knows. In any case, see mistress videla down box, ring obeying the laws of life and end point values \u200b\u200bbut are not moral decisions. in order. pears not spend elms.

during the course of the afternoon I made it very clear that there is so much joy that these people feel because Nestor was killed as anger erupts them permanent check that his people cry. people clapping and praising its leader, the decompensation. is something that can not understand, do not accept support. the people on the street are deregulating the biorhythm.

reached a point I decided I did not want to read crap and went to the place where people cheered and cried for a man whose moral values, at least for the lady "as I have facebook say bullshit" conspicuous by absence description of the faithful.
read in the square signs of all kinds by Nestor, cristina force, I love you, thanks Nestor for returning dignity to my people and the now famous little boy of twelve years he wrote that if needed, he donated their blood. the child was asked why he would do that and said, because I want Nestor.

twenty-five tail blocks to fire support Nestor and Cristina. at 1 am, when I turned twelve blocks of people waiting to enter the chapel. but Mrs. inferred that if no one noticed the moral values \u200b\u200bis because Nestor had not. I apologize for my language and the academic complex, but not expressed in a more mundane way, lady, why will not wash the sunrise? and with you all that chabón urticaria because he gave his people die and mourn just as they were convinced that we had the party.

in the square had no microphones, no plans or equipment. chori, yes, but at 8 pesos.
people people and more people. people everywhere. in line and beyond.
crying children, teenagers singing, tears and grief. tail blocks and no fight. crowd and not a complaint, or a shriek. only cheers and commotion. the people paying homage to their leader and to provide support to the chair. no insecurity, no tension, no gang, and intolerance k.
weird, right?
I told here what I think of Nestor. or if you did this or did not do that. I just comment on what I saw in the square. and what I felt walking around. not called patronage or demagoguery. in the square that was something I went through that neighborhood park, secluded and pinolandia not abundant. is called unconditional love and not sold, simply because you can not buy.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Thank You In A Wedding Program Wording

rag pickers?

at 101 trying to reach once and for all at home. upload a hobo. the bondilero says that he told her that if no bathing, no leads. The bum did not bathe but insists. the driver is bad that he gets nervous: "You have a railing that you can not stand, get out!" the railing is true, all close our nostrils as we look at how one solves the problem. the bum is not lowered. the bondilero up and make that threat: "look you in kicking eh." the hobo says, "but I pay the ticket"

bondilero the replies, I told you that if you bathe, I've got free, I have no problem with the ticket. the hobo, seek approval from anyone but those who are busy in getting the smell did not invade us, add wheezing and "down, hey." up, the old man, low.
I breathe and I'm thinking, where the driver thinks that can go and bathe the bum. I also suspect that, if he where to do it, no need to drive a bondilero free.