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Congratulations. Someone has gotten away with it. I leave the union. Is not the place to expose in detail the reasons which have led me to make the decision although I will mention two prinicipal.

The thing is long.

one hand and from what I know, a person with much power at City Hall and specifically in the area of \u200b\u200bPublic Services has long been pushing for the freedom I finish I enjoyed to do my job. Already has a brass medal. That look in front of some committees responsible for health sector that will have made happy.

The other reason I mention it has a financial background and is intimately linked to the previous.

The pressure has resulted in the refusal of union ocuparsse the last 2 minutes of the lawyers who have assisted me in lawsuits that have been kept. One of my defense in the process of threats that he was acquitted, the other of the action against Cooperative for its refusal to admit as partners to the holders of the new licenses.

I tried to resolve the matter with Secretary General of UGT-Aragon and I have been given to understand that there is no other choice given the delicate situation of the federation accounts to which I belong.

Ultimately I have to I have to deal with debts of more than 6000 euros and what is more painful: A betrayal by abandonment.

able to pay but may not replace a stab me I should think.

Consequently, today, to be consistent, I have no choice but to leave my job. Congratulations to the present.

For the joy of those who rejoice is not complete, I must say that I have been offered CCOO union section to create a freely and support. We'll see if I have been wanted.

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Sentís flame that burns, mouth
red wine,
the need to wrap your hands and wrap hugging
in the hands that hold you.
I have drawn in your eyes the orange walls,
the magic in my collar and the hem of your dress
The enjoyment of silence, the silence himself
that life after life, has always been here
scrutinizing the nebulous dreams,
the joys and revenge of the time,
the melancholy and passion. Your

always intense flavors,
become entangled in the images of freedom,
film to tape that runs continuously.
is life, that never stands still ...

pottery In the vast universe
breaks a piece
is mixed with other
and becomes a new part. So
evolution is to be present,
live in a state of being
or in the past or the future,
at all, that's what goes. So you listen

images on the cobblestones,
letting the current take you,
learning the unlearned,
taking care of your flower, becoming
cleaning the moment
boxes and wall painting, dusting
to fantasy
again mixing colors in this painting giant

than the past that no longer is, nor the future
not

get your kiss is the game that runs
My hug your back
hands playing with
hands and desire silence
Laughter breaks out at night now is the



That's how I like living.
That's when I like to see


now
In


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Gayán UGT, memory weak "or simply a liar? El Periódico de Aragón

Today has been hearing for sentencing demand on behalf of UGT-Aragon Ivan Vela and I we filed against Taxi Cooperative Jesus Gayán presiding. The reason for the claim was unfounded and arbitrary refusal to admit them as members of that society. I make a little history.

Once granted taxi licenses, the vast majority of bidders have applied for entry as partners the Cooperative. No was not the case of Ivan or mine that prefer to stay outside so they do not use us as unfounded justification for the negative. Nevertheless, the unconstitutional campaign Luismi in front of the Board of the APATZ distributing lists of members of UGT to vote are adversely worked and all applicants were rejected.

circulation Knowing what Luismi called blacklists which included union members, both Ivan and I decided to apply for admission as members. Have been exhausted "administrative" and resort to the regular courts because this is provided in Act and the statutes of Cooperative.

Today has been what may be the penultimate step in our admission and all the headlines that were rejected if the decision is favorable to us.

During the trial, I must admit I felt a little sorry for Gayán. A guy I barely know and I've never felt sympathy. My little reasoned opinion about him is that his arrogance is inversely proportional to its taste for the profession and its desire to exercise. Still, I felt sorry.

His statement, as a witness, began in a plaintive tone. Our attorney has made a couple of key questions for the case. After endless seconds needed to start their answers, Gayán has stuttered a few words barely audible to avoid the merits. Even the judge seems to have felt pain.

Obviously, admitted he knew the rules of society. Then asked our lawyer about whether he considered that, in light of the Statute, we were eligible to be partners, barely acknowledged yes. He admitted it was the first time refused entry to a partner and he had no argument for it. He's hiding behind the Assembly. Al little has fallen in the first contradiction and the first false: Gayán said that Ivan and I had been smearing and attacking for a long time, both his person and the Cooperative taxi. The downside is that it has provided no proof. Among other reasons there are none. Until today we have never attacked let alone Gayán Cooperative. Again, up today.

Gayán Jesus, president of Cooperativa de Taxis de Zaragoza, has a memory problem or just has committed perjury.

is not the first time I put into doubt his word in a reasoned, if not see the link below: http://taxizaragoza.blogspot.com/2007_09_01_archive.html

has been pathetic to see how, in a big body, hung a trickle of voice to tell another lie when he stated that has nothing personal against us, or against our membership of UGT, which he did not know that Assembly of 2008 had circulated lists of members of UGT to deny admission.

Not content with his statement had the nerve enough to give him a new lie to the court:

said he had never spoken to us. New pursuit of forgetfulness or false testimony by evidence of the conversation I had with him days before the holding of regular Assembly 2009. If you can hear them for defamation.

Gayán

course can lie but not a total fool. How, otherwise, a taxi driver can live that long without making a single service?

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__ Tell me ten words that you like

__ Ten words? Ten

__ __

words What I like? __

you do not like what it means necessarily, but I like the word

__ Aha ... I can not think of anything ...

__ Whatever you like, do not try to be pretty or ugly or anything

__ Let's see ... Light, eyes, glare, monitor, friend, love, need, embrace, warmth

__ ___ Well


lack
despair cry tears


deep desire
magic connection


containment space desolation
tear

Recreation
fear loneliness

our
us tired

fantasy

__ Well ... __

perfect displayed thousand things while you do the list

__ Well, great. That is, images __

Miles and emotions if
emotions
__ And, of course! that good ... I'll see if I can think my image and a safe. I can write something out there. Writing is wonderful no? We do not realize but there was a time when we could not and did not understand anything. Almost nothing, it would read ... well ... I start to wander, we must be tired, do not head full of things at this hour!

__ No, I like, end the idea and go to sleep.

__ Well, humans are very rare creatures. One of the strange things the human being is to forget about everything essential as to be civilized. There a moment in life that we read, not write, did not know they should say and what not. Not distinguish one from another shirt or shoes of another or a social icon of an unknown, were on the world and understood in the terms we had to hand but almost everything was mysterious.
I mean, do you remember things when they were reading?

__ In some yeah, __Me

agreement that learning to read for me was a crazy thing
I was 4 or 5 years and I realized that almost everything was written before him
__ If

true
__ And I knew there was not in there, in those letters even
distinguished from one another. Wise write my name by visual memory and used to the hand to draw the same thing over and over again

__ Yes, indeed ... I did not remember that ...

__ Not knowing who was saying what I was saying ... my name.
Well, there are things within you, who can not read or write
understand the world from a different perspective and there is something in what remains in the form of
understand the world if we had won anything yet

__ While still was more the sense that I thought

__ Exactly that, yes, exactly that. And one now, get that from a different place, but is intact in

And it is wonderful __ keep

__ is wonderful if it's wonderful.




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Luckily there is oblivion.

Memories are like pictures. Above love, for example, you can see the tiniest detail.
With each passing day is a whole, almost panoramic. Time after a figure in the distance. So close
love gets in the bones. As if you'd never get out.

But forget ... oblivion ...

Oblivion begins in the small matter of distance no longer means anything. The spoon and jam it is only that, the coffee is not for anyone. And little by little forgetfulness erases small, which is direct.
in those things is where you cut the fibers. You can feel that you can uproot the root. Beyond
time the figure is otherwise. As an impressionist painting, more clearly in the distance.
So bring your blanket oblivion and healthy. Well then is forgotten. Beleaguered, misunderstood, ignored. Forgotten forgotten by men. Healing with the concurrence of time and space, performing ads friction as eternal farewell and welcome ephemeral. Stubbornly ignoring the gnawing memories and wins, honey heals corner forgetful of love, neglect atheist.
There came a day so that nothing remains, will remain when that happens and will more than ever. It is true that there is nothing left. But love does not last forever, the one who gets forgotten when it hurts, is a debt to be paid at the time. We will all pay. Love, when finished, is like a small death, which is within you. There is relief granted by the sloppy blur of days and that's not a chance, something happens deals.

And no one believes he will get it. Neither love stops him. Or death.

Luckily there is oblivion.


People can not die of neglect

But you can forget about death.



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stone fruit trees of stone. Yerma
the land of the disenchanted
I do not like catching
time amid the flat, dry plain
not brought anything to horizon.


Suddenly a drop of rain You make me


to red ...
words escape me and not know what to say.
A much I like my words ...
turns out that you are better to you.
In your mythology of elves and forests.
corner of civility and
of rain and wet earth aromas
I find in the dark for the first time. Diana
hunting at night, Eros
longs in the leafy corner of the road and brings you,
naked light, cosmic.
The blaze could not cope with your absence.
Thousands and thousands of holes through which light enters.
telling us what they see as the very truth. Roar
life
not yet know and which is now be time to discover.
not even see you were leaving all the lights lit.
And from behind a mosaic refracted
sun came out one day, who knows one for that matter.
And I saw crossing the sidewalk, smiling

and I knew it would not be alone anymore.



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-time Lobo

station is abandoned in the desert. It is a world, a world of desert. No more nothing around but sand boiling, sun no shadow at zenith and the punishing wind and wood veneers. In the middle of the season, an old man. Wears his battered uniform, almost as old as. It has a faded hat and shoes worn. Look at the floor, waiting. God is an old man in his desert. It has thousands of thousands of years.
No one has been in a long time and yet he insists on his faith. Know what you do not know more about the experience. You know very well that everything comes to he expected.


Meanwhile, at another time during the time, I named it. And yet comes in a hotel's image forever. His backpack old faded from his bags as much road. My time of the emotion that has already died and bending of the circumstances that we saw when we were scene and we see now, from the backstage.
I run on the road and do not really know to where. But run I change the landscape y me muestra mas de mi y mas de todo.
Quiero ser el murmullo y la corriente del río que te bañe. Te veo aparecer tarareando, sonriente y sos preludio de alegrías, mas que mujer.
Toda vos, con tu halo, con tus duendes, tus vestidos, tu vuelo y tu serpentina.
Toda en el velo silencioso de tu aura, en el interior de los sonidos y en el calor de la calle.
Un paso de distancia es la diferencia. Un metro mas allá eras una imagen de la ciudad, el murmullo en el aire, los bocinazos.
Ahora, un paso después, parece que el viento se calma y estuviéramos en casa.
Tus ojos me miran. Tu nariz me mira, tus mejillas, tus labios, tus pómulos, tus besos guardados me miran desde las comisuras.

Now that I spent this way, I'm one step closer, but no sound.


All is silent.


lips are announced in the eyes of one side or the other. Kissing lips fingers, freckles, moles of the end of the back, the soft skin behind the knees, umbilicus, eyelids.
That experience, can only be experienced and nothing else.
not justify a single attempt to spend more words to explain it, other than under the precondition of fervent desire to live. Sounds


train elsewhere in other dimensions, in the desert. Get the clock in the pocket of an old god who felt abandoned. One station lost nothing and with nothing else around. There awaits the old man sitting on the bank of the ancien dry under the eaves boiling plate.
Turn your head and look to the horizon. The rails are two black wires in the vastness of bright yellow.
In the distance, a column of smoke, smile, as if someone saw it. As if to demonstrate to the whole universe always knew what would happen. Just

schedule. Just as it should be.



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... and while we spoke of Many Things

fools and kings this
He Said to me "The Greatest thing you'll ever learn is just
to love and be loved in return" Nat King Cole


I miss
the sweetness of kisses. I take her in, almost forgotten and dirty. Memory old postcard from other winters. Tarnished memory of kisses, faded by the sun. And rather than push with all my strength, there swamps which no sale. I remember the tenderness that was giving me creeps, burning, rather than tenderness. Not bad. Considered abandoned.
then leave the loading on the dam and I decide to search. I say goodbye at the end of my memory and look for this. And I intend to find in the corners of the tracks, and cobbled streets, the shops and markets. I look at the distance of the bodies and took me to the closeness, support bend my waist and my hands on the cold floor. And that's why I won. Rest of myself as I can and never let a second look at my struggle, to extend the road. I know it is not easy, you know tomorrow as we did and not now. It is also that one does not know anything until he has before that scare which bounce off the feelings inside. Fog is lost in the words of lovers, all different lights. The looseness of the bodies of love can not be imitated with fur challenges and savannah.
It is mostly a matter of time and found is the most difficult to achieve in this world, but also the most wonderful.
is that sometimes one is not, nor would the best time nor the place most suitable, but that is instantly recognizable as the momentum is not measured.
And of course in the middle, totaling more battles lost. But that does not take away an ounce of beauty, to delight in what is presented as a surprise. As a gift of kings, as a serenade for summer, like rain on the plate at the time for siesta.
That feeling, which is strange as forgotten. It becomes just a word, until it comes back. That grin on his face and leaving alone makes one walk in the clouds through life, believing in the stupid unless appropriate. That image is one image that reflected everywhere.
And understanding that the fire remained alive despite the storms. And that begins to tickle the inside.
Give me one night and a wine and other talk more like those we have, where you lose the thread to swim in different ideas all the time. Give a talk more, we bring the glasses and get out to the patio to smoke.
And if you want to let us look again at our eyes and see the ways they went through to get this far again. Even the feeling that clothes in the cold street. In the sweetness of a smile that it withered greens, joining the broken swords, drinking water clasped hands, caressing the time, do not strip. Let us look


then again, in love of all past, you just got. In the millennia

love elsewhere, they touch on my door.


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Title


Displays
black wings the angel of death
dreams dreamed yourself
goes with the lightness of one who lacks
of emergency who knows that his show has just begun.

Born in a storm of wasted years
In the acrimony of the last true
At the sound of inevitability
anyone in the destination Nobody can deny

elusive
comes against an old
The old man has eyes
But you know who is front and cries.
cries without tears, with groans of asthma

Time goes and comes from the old.
to the angel does not mind walking
It passes the abyss of despair Feel
covenants, guitars, shrouds
Attachments that fit with the idea of \u200b\u200bbringing
other things that are not final Illusions

homes warm wisdom

Mirages

born posterity lethal
angel was born and killed
life never was, there was never a hint
leniency in his eyes not yet
automaton is the look that does not feel the look is

frozen gaze disturbs
The look that breaks all



is hatred is hatred is hatred




On each of those delivered to his hand.






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Lobooo ...

Looboooo .... These

.

to go looking for ... so long.
smell the blood flowing with your ambition, your lust bastard miraculous greasy. Your mind
boiling ice cream you scream my throat hurts,
your black soles, your self-fulfilling prophecy Come

a good time. Both rodeo ...

comes the rain in the air the storm brewing in your war.
comes the horror of ferocious growl. Needless
desires, it rains in the winter of souls
And the wind in your favor by bringing you stinks to call you I'm looking forward

, wolf ...
Anxiety gives the signal, the guilt I felt the food
domesticated for centuries

smell your shit marking territory.


never had much pleasure in knowing you are coming.


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the dichotomy of ten characters or more

As are the questions and answers and are created in the dark ...

So you can not make new songs? Well, what do we sing?
So you do not know what is right or wrong? Ready to run the first shot. As Olympic runners, as the coward of the troops. Again resting on your knees. Close look at the land there and see familiar territory no? Where have you been all his time around here?. Not that you can do and what not about me. Always the same comparisons. No kiss that tape. And where were you? Where have you been?
Today I say "how beautiful the world" even in its worst miseries. People look to the eyes is wonderful. See that there is something else that filters through manners. There are people who knew only the final greeting. There are others who have arrived and not even know that I know. And there are tall trees, overlooking the street, many more questions. Less
guitarists, less grassland, but the low background voices, cold hands and records of singers of the past. Not if you listen. Leave me with one hand on the air as he greets a glancing blow, not knowing if fired or protocol. Let me hold your hand gently. Is a silk, a rare tickle. Do not collide with it all the time. It is unknown as are the chances that they do not want to end up in the moment when the lights go out. Sometimes just getting there.
When is that everything is stored inside one? I remember there was a time I remember something that happened and it was extraordinary. I can not tell you dates and situations. Not even know how to start a day there, going on. Now I'm dry. Me is just the reflection. That if I would like, see? That yes. Among much dispersion, some direction of desired to a single point.

I do not perspire hands. I do not get nervous about speak to anyone. There is something innocent that was gushing warm days that were staining and smell in the air that everything, absolutely everything, is very close.
there are corners in time that hurt the ears, pressure there. It happens in every corner. Ever hear a stifled cry all the voices I keep inside me and I let go of what I hear tell from the inside.
And the fall is not verbose. Fall is usually all that is on the shelf and there will also be good feelings. Sometimes one is immune as a generic. Without specificity.

And there, when everything in plunged into the confusion, the word back from the ashes to show the open roads of lights, the word like a knife in the fog. Poetry is
bottle castaway alone on the sea but more massive. It is the smaller bottle. And it always comes. Thousand years of poetry from you in a sea of \u200b\u200bloneliness.
compassion and repentance. Two places that lead us to the saddest of ourselves. Perhaps because goodbye means without love we realize sometimes, no? As if it was when he wants and let two people looking as if it were known.
I can not reveal the whole truth because I do not know, but there if a glass through which I look. I leave it there the words you do what you want with it.
same, having been there, to us, who walk along the edge of us who come to tell of the sadness one that does not know ...
Let them come to tell others the cold, cold world.
Heat shelters who is admitted in the heart, is a flame that becomes reciprocal and huge. I do not live yet but I remember. The love of the winter day slips through the cracks, where until yesterday, streamed in the wind.
I want to thank you for that. No more room for forgiveness and guilt. I hope you get a point like an arrow from the sky. An arrow unforeseen break in pieces the glass of your eyes and finally born clean look of pain. Accompanied
air to breathe. Serena in her time and place. Hermosa.


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bronze
My love, pain, triumph
My love flows estuary serious
Dancing in the air curtains,
into the sea that are in snails.
All is beauty, charm chat rooms, bright colors

Daylight, Incandescent white,
the burning of fuel Sunday,
the militancy of the sips and
Moon Lullaby River and honey
of the perfidy of the salt springs. That
heat in the room and cold on the street. That menacing city
hide out there,
away from the ministries of silk,
of ceremonies honoring the rosary
blasphemous prayers
ceramics
My love cold calm smile and
My love knows compasses intuitive
aftertaste after tea, they mean someone
books.
arranges music in the air, and augers
parables drawn as a silk ribbon
A statue of Christ under the sea smiles
away from punishment and fasting.
A recess bell recalls times old.
An apple pie is presented, steaming, on the desktop.
a soft sheet caresses the nakedness of a summer afternoon.

My love prodigy, oasis, pilgrim,

're Welcome. Both

, but so long without seeing you.


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A song that you
tones of the evening and early-morning serenades. Anda
crossing her poncho
the sky on his shoulders. Shine your figure floating
as a song wrapped
in flower dress.

We claim the jacaranda and the rose china,
the sound of the train at the bottom of the street;
glow in color noise and looking
nobody pays attention
where she plants the seeds of its presence.

The cool mornings of joy
is a longing to sit back.
afternoon Love songs sung in broken voices
and shades and flowers.
There is sun on the good life, no brightness
fire from above.

And even in the darkest corner
who has been through to get here,
pockets I found myself in the joy of a dream
that although fuzzy, has not never be stopped.
Even in silence, more tears. I hope this prudence


save us from the old mistakes. Hopefully
keep pace
only be a good story to remember the exploits
and enlarged over the years, just by counting
much.

is heard walking sandals,
scraping the uneven brick sidewalk.
And hear, air flight up my chest.
I perceive it when the sun in the afternoon I see.
I dare not sully the image of light invaded.

A cry of freedom in the middle of the salt
icy solitude.
The warmth of the lips that demarcate the sky
spellbound,
the rustle of leaves that happen in your book,

love flying on the walls,
the taste of your kiss,
the envy of the siesta, sun,

of rosewood and rose china ,


for not knowing the secret that she knows
when she smiles.



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The words of old poets,
is interspersed with images
as numb to everything in the bar.

And there was talk about the gentleness of love
long.
If someone had told us to fight so much dawn

And going back is that everything is shit now, huh?
When I saw you downstairs.
I felt I had a moment of beauty in all that
rotting everywhere
Borja
breaking glasses and shouting obscenities in Catalan
In the corner with puppets and masks.
was a gringo
whiskey and kicking the fire with his Texan boots
There was a revolver and a run down the street
wet and nervous laughter
Then there was sex in a wooden fence
Then there sirens and disbandment
lot of people running down the street corners
And a cry that spanned everything and leave you without air
And leave me with no air to me. There was also a motel

and a Polaroid and a headband with ears mickey
There
makeup on the pillow and not understand anything and I understand
There are things that it is better not to abuse. Yesterday I wanted llegarte

with all the words that occurred to me
but had no interest in the words
and let everything explode,
and that get you where you fall.
Well, that said I want to exploit

I let myself go where it falls and then sing ..

"Cross the love ...
Use love as a bridge ... "
And you asked me to sleep
take you to a place far from everything.
And I brought you, because I was amazed because it exploits
nothing else because you wanted
And so you felt ecstatic
at the bottom of your sadness. And then you slept

And I also see
And so you see in there?
mascara on the pillow and laundry and well ... Well I wanted

..
not ..

Well, here's your breakfast. The hotel is paid

Over there you feel like returning to your home
or call a friend ..
or not ...
Well whatever you want ... this ... Look
...
There's my number. In that role
For me there does not want more ..
But there ...
One day ..
My ... say ..
Well, if you want ..
One day ..
No such thing, there
much noise or the madness, visit ...
Or maybe if, with that, too, which I. ..


I mean ...


One day ...





I would like to see you again.



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If they had any hope that the new president of the Board was going to be something more serious than its predecessor eternal, desengáñense. Of course, if at this point in the film still had hopes, with 31 years of uninterrupted PSOE Mexican-style, is that they are more candid you Maya the bee. It turns out that as in Andalusia we're unstoppable and we are the first in the list (in reverse) in almost all Griñán has been the Andalusian outfit to the core, and offers us new bread and circus attraction of his plan "Andalucia 10 "which is" to export a picture real modern Andalusian Autonomous Region, to promote forums, conferences and debates to show our achievements [...] to talk about very advanced profiles of our society: gender equality, ecological agriculture and high-speed "... they have been stupid face?, me too. For starters, the politician who appeals to reason with clever words, but seeks to stir the primitive instincts using populist speeches, is doing exactly what it claims to hate: " Ella [Andalusia] gave me a home and have to close it eyes forever but it is what gives me life. So I loathe their subjects. I hate the funny that blend with them. I hate those who look with contempt and south, from a stupid superiority, we are accused of laziness or being held captive by grants "How nice, Presidente!, Sure you have just won several hundred votes of Andalusian lights are not sufficient to understand the emptiness of his words, but it turns out its role, Mr President, it is not tearing his hair out publicly scorning those who laugh at us, but stop fighting because they had reason to do so. Their function is not order by decree ceases to be reality, not impose change from the top of the pyramid, but find a way they work hard from the ground for that change actually occurs.

Last Saturday, the story on Antena 3, Jerez anthology put out a leg when they spoke of the match at the Bernabeu, "perhaps they will order the TV show only Andalusian graduates and engineers?," And where they are going to out, if we have ensured that the tail of the English education system in terms of academic results throwing, yes, blame Franco and ancestors? Or maybe disallow work actors to give life to specialize in Andalusian ignorant: sorry, Fernando Tejero and company, you are going to go to the order of arrest and Paulino Griñán Plata. And who will pay "Andalusia 10"? According to the Board is going to go free, because there will be a lot of entrepreneurs who have nothing better to spend the money, seriously, does anyone believe it?

Our regional government boasts about how much he has moved to Andalusia along the years, but avoids saying that the others have equal or more advanced. It is great that we are no longer an extended version of Buñuel's Land without Bread, but the fact is clear that ignorance is rampant in our land. We see the inside, how they're not going to see the outsiders? Their Lordships today want to show our face high-tech , but yesterday made institutional campaigns with the order to "speak Andalusian" trying to put us against our own language and delving into the worst clichés ... They really do not care what we are legs, the only thing that really interests them is that not fit. After decades of promoting our image of clapping and tambourines, have realized that this is not the way, and now seek to hide with make something that can only be fixed with plastic surgery.

La Voz, Jerez, September 22, 2009

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explanation the next day ad Dib Salim

There is a blurred image in the glow of the desert. A picture is lost in the glare of the heat and crushing sun. There is a house that seems made of the sand around him and a lot of ink-soaked cloth, hanging from ropes. There is a canopy of color and seething robes amid the laughter of the women and the cries of vendors. There are places, dates, screaming. Smoking hookahs, traders fervent, a wedding procession through the crowd. In a side alley. A strange Moorish arch separates the patio and the passenger market. An alley that has seen Saracens and Egyptians, Carthaginians and Romans. It's dark and almost cool. An oasis in the desert shades of light. There are paving stones on the floor and steps reverberate against the walls. In the background, if you hear it, distinguishes the voice of a woman. Sing as tunics drained water from a ditch.

I go. Came to her through the dark hall. I stop right in front of a clay vessel and look in the water. I see my skin and my hair dark black. The cloth of the turban on his shoulders. I look at the arms and I see the coat and dirty hands of sand, large nails, long, tanned fingers, palms full of lines that intersect. The scrubbing stops listening clothes and empty place around the outside. I look at this woman who is beautiful. She looks at me and smiles. It takes me by the hand and leads me to the nearest house. Inside there are pillows, a rug that covers almost the whole place, fabrics separated by spaces, some vessels, images of gods who do not know, carved wood, painted on canvas. She turns incense in a container, said things I did not hear. He stands with his back to me and drops his robe. He turns and looks at me. Says the first thing I fail to understand:

ad Dib Salim ... Salim wolf.

Take a container and kneels behind me. I removed the robe from her shoulders and begins to pass the scented oil pan on my back in a slow massage. I wonder who he is, his name. I do not answer. I ask because I am in a time that is not my time and a body that is not mine. There is no such time, he says. There is no such body. Salim
sell rugs on the market, his father sold rugs and his uncle owns a caravan. Salim asks questions and brings them, he says.
I ask who I am then, why am I here, what was the meaning of all time spent.
No you never were. You're not.
And why are you talking about me then ask. Because
talk to Salim.
You are not only there.
You do not exist.


You are a dream ad Dib Salim.




Photo: Violet as captain for "Friday's Girls"

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Leather Bracelets That Are Engraved In Las Vegas

Didascalia




A man approaches a woman and tells her he loves her. She
says
"I have no time, no I do not care, I'm afraid,
not want to complicate ... to see if it goes wrong "

A woman kisses the corner of the mouth of a man and says
lips that do not need to articulate otherwise.
The account does not felt the kiss and is not feeling. Smile
frivolously, turns around and goes, as if nothing had happened.
does not say
"I have no time, no I do not care, I'm afraid,
not want to complicate ... to see if it goes wrong "


But he says it.


lost lovers, good people all, is
but lost.

She says, not says. Because she did not say

And yes, but not now, before
Then she said, but he said nothing
Except when she said, that he kept his mouth shut
And there seems which fortunately for both,
For end is not understood.

That, as seen,

is exactly what they were looking.



Photo: Blondie as captain for Friday's Girls

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Hiv Testing Accuracy 3 Months

Griñán New York: Fall

"Now is the hour of decision, the time to revive the spirit of our ancestors, was a common adventure for all men. The first man on Mars can be done in the early eighties ... "

These words of George Mueller, a NASA manager, summarized the mood of the American people after getting the greatest technological achievement history, something which was only possible thanks to the union of all the political, economic, scientific and ideological nation. We see images and read books in those days, and we feel that children belong to a distant and lost, when hope could knock down any wall and perseverance to break any rock. The sad thing is not to recall it, but see what's left of everything today. Came the seventies, and Americans again lost innocence (people can only lose it once, but societies do cyclically) this time in Vietnam, but when they nailed their flag on the moon and took a decade and being nailed nailing bayonets at the hands of Charlie . They say that American society is a child, and the mature European and elegant, perhaps that's why the Americans prevailed and still do. The enemy was clear to the eighties, was strong, large, and was on another site. But that changed, the enemy lost power and we all rejoice because we knew it was better to balance the fear of what would come next. The triumph of Reagan, Thatcher, Wojtyla, Walesa and millions more like bring peace, but the new enemy and became strong in hatred, ignorance and paid by the misery, and this time was strong and weak, big and small, and was far, near, inside and outside, everywhere. Then came 2001, and some rockets or missiles were not going to the moon, they reached their destination early and vertical. And that itself was a big step for humanity back, but certainly big: the power of hundreds of fans with poison instead of blood, changed the world more than the power of millions for the progress it had made 32 years earlier.

September 11, 2009. The world remains what it has always been: a game board that men should love and kill with the help of their superior intelligence, but his instincts are lower. New York remembers its dead 2,751 religious services, light towers, concerts and even a career in which you can customize the dorsal to say in memory of who you run. The President will speak and all his people will make the speech. America will never forget those who rest in peace. Within six months also celebrate this anniversary, there will an act of surreptitiously in Madrid, which ones and which will disown another, and the bodies of the trains will fly from left to right and from right to left, old and elegant Spain. But not in New York is love and brotherhood all that glitters, business is business , and if the Empire State was built in less than a year and two months (those were different times), Ground Zero is still a lot in the no budget to raise the new towers planned for more than memory and pride cries ask to be re-raise the Twin Towers as they were. Build what you can build, always remember that although it seemed that everything would change in 1969, was in 2001. And since you never cease to be those who dream of returning to crash aircraft into the heart of the city, you know, at least, to be superseded by the man who will fulfill its destiny, for those who succeed to put his foot on Mars and beyond.

La Voz, Jerez, September 8, 2009. Although in the ass of the world, some here do not forget.

Design Your Own Tech Deck

01-01-0009 New Life



September arrives and with it the best of summer: the end. Half-dead at the stake in August, reached Miraculously the new month begging for a few degrees less, and some good expectations. Until two years ago the vineyards were black laborers to get ready to cut grape pruning shears, and now see them day laborers and the desire to play at a bunch mechanical harvesters, and (of fucking) is life. A little less than it was for the merchants of the city, then enter the sales for 15% more than last year is to see not one, but two or three songs on the teeth. The same need to make the Andalusians, according to a study, the English are more slow to adapt to work after the holidays, because there are there a million of them do not have to adapt to anything because it is permanent and forced vacation. In Jerez know much about it, more than anyone, and therefore would expect that the basket was the cheapie from Spain, for nothing, our city is among the 20 most expensive. Or here people draw oil from under the rocks, or is it lying to his ears. At least a few of our fellow citizens will touch the tax increase is announced, and here the trend is to have only two "classes" of citizens: the nadaeuristas and mileuristas , so that the sonarnos middle class starts to Chinese. Speaking Government, as the accounts is not to leave, but leaving fatal not only come raising taxes (say only the rich, but where most take it in indirect taxes that put us directly all!), but now it seems that autonomy will be 6,000 million to the State, was not it the state that you should chorrocientosmil million to autonomy?, is it that we are not all state and autonomy at the same time? I, particularly, what my being English Andalusian due to my being, I make what my be due to my being Andalusian English, and holy Easter. No work, at least it seems that we do have Jerez environmental awareness, as the City gives us a clean points Phones to take all types of waste, and so we learn to recycle more and better. Hopefully the recycling and composting The Calendaring and operates as recycling and composting plant, because the last news we had of it was that illegal dumping is in better sanitary conditions such plant. Indeed, the Guadalete still feeling like shit, every few months or Becerra Sanchez sold us the bike from the crystal clear (we are still blushing presentation at the Expo of Zaragoza), and then beating around the bush, as always, we demand NOW! a bath of the Mayor and Delegate to the height of the Plains of Ina, or rather a mud fight, but what's there is mud. And since we are on the mud, muddy the situation of those without work, but also of those who have it and not charge as Cojetusa workers, who are already announcing industrial action. Whose fault is it, the company does not pay, or the municipality does not pay what he owes to the company? Thankfully, at least Xerez CD's on first, and that is something that is not paid with money ... do you? And there's nothing out there that is priceless, and is the Mayor announcing the entry into force of the, hang, "Municipal Support Measures Jerez and Jerez in the World. " Madam Mayor, really, would not it be better to stop a bit crap and support to Jerez we're here?

La Voz, Jerez, September 1, 2009 (finally)

Variable On Tooth Decaying

Delphi Antonio was not forbidden to live in peace

as much as some try to make us all equal when it is impossible that we (intelligence, ability to ... ), life divides us into categories up for misery. This mission of nature, the Andalusian creating inequities contributes only thing that should not tolerate: in rights. So, going into the lower grades, found that we can be something even lower than "miserable Andalusian stopped" because there infracategoría "miserable standing Andalusian did not work in Delphi." Go ahead here is not critical to any former employee of Delphi. Rather, we honor his struggle. However, the Board will favor a mixture of propaganda reasons and fear of urban guerrilla warfare, while thousands of citizens with equal or greater need are left in the hand of God, is inadmissible. Everything is so sloppy that even the injustice has been well executed: Andalusian administration pledged his credibility in promising that by August nearly 1,300 recolocaría Delphi unemployed, and the result is that, having met only a third of the announcement, the credibility of the Board is not affected, it was null and it still is. Unfortunately also insisted, and resent each other, millions of euros of public money with uncertain, if not comical, results (those courses consisting of watching films like "full monty" and visit the Zoo of Jerez, for example). Meanwhile, unemployed anonymous as Jerezano Antonio, sent forward your resume to an offer from the Andalusian Employment Service. No one answers, which is surprised because it fits the job requirements. You still have the strength to call and ask what SAE happens. And there, at least sincere, you say the company has hired 100 unemployed ... and all former employees of Delphi! Antonio feels discriminated against, neglected and forgotten. However, it does not give up (perhaps could it?). So I leave you with your protest, I guess it will be in the pile of papers "do as I read" the Andalusian Ombudsman:

"I have 39 years and am unemployed, and although I am putting all my effort come out of this situation, when I could not. I write this letter because I need to express my feelings, because even if one is strong and want to fight your way out of the gap, there are moments of despair. I wish to state that suffer discrimination in my job search, and do not understand how in a state of law such as Spain are unemployed first and second class, I mean former employees of Delphi. I understand that they have agreements to relocate, but I think in the current situation such agreements should be modified so as not to have unfairness. These partners have a preference for relocation without having to go through a screening to compare your profile to work with the position offered, and have recognized rights to be placed directly in a number of companies wishing to settle in our province. This violates my rights and those of all the unemployed who had no the chance to belong to a large company. I beg to reflect upon governments and trade unions, because it should not be allowed on the grave situation we are suffering. It is logical to give these people a chance to qualify for the screening of any place of work they wish, but should take into account only their job profile, and move as one selection. This would put us on equal terms to all that we are in the same situation. Hoping that my words reach the ears of those who can change this situation, I leave you with a cordial greeting.

La Voz, Jerez, Tuesday August 25 the "horribilis" summer 2009

Women Gropped In Train

At the City Council of the neighbors would love Guadalcacín stop making noise, so that young barbarians and around the province could continue to do so quietly. It matters little that the noise of the neighbors is a legitimate protest and despair, a cry for the right to rest after years of fear and dark circles, and it matters little that the sound of the waiters are dressed with piss, shit, insults, glass and vomit . But ... there is since 2004 a law banning drinking in public? Yes, but, instead of enforcing it, Local government is dedicated to brand as "illegal" the struggle of the citizens unprotected. Thus, it appears that the role of the Security company is to provide security drunken vandals that good people will not bother them. The world upside down, well, another sign that things work differently here than they do in the rest of the known universe, including places with people so similar to us such as Seville. An example: in the capital of Andalusia, a city, a municipal service bikes with more than 50,000 users, in the capital of the Jerez countryside, a village, there was a municipal Bicycles not know if he 50 users, created infrastructure is in ruins, and bikes gathering dust in a municipal warehouse, if not taken away the quinquis native exploded. The example does not seem to have much to do with the bottle, but everything is related: the idiosyncratic, the civic culture (or lack thereof), the buoyancy or the passivity of the people ... so, when a Consistory accustomed to dealing with sheep will reveal a few, gets caught and changed over reacts badly (from the "castastrazo" and is happening with Guadalcacín). As surely as the laws are to be fulfilled, is that many of them are true and turns a blind eye, and there is no means para obligar a todos a cumplir todas las leyes (se acabaría de un plumazo con los delitos, pero también con la libertad). Sin embargo, cuando una situación es claramente ilegal, perfectamente evitable, ha sido largamente soportada y denunciada, y sin duda puede derivar en consecuencias nefastas, lo más grave no es la propia ilegalidad, sino la dejación de funciones de la autoridad encargada de velar por el bien común. En otras palabras: si el Ayuntamiento de Jerez no hace lo que tiene que hacer, que deje a los vecinos de Guadalcacín defenderse como buenamente puedan, lo cual, por cierto, están haciendo con bastante paciencia, tacto y respeto a la ley.

When there are people who spent years without a break, fearing the weekend, cleaning casapuerta filthiness of her every morning, you can not say that "the local police and the Guardia Civil put fines", and has sent "a group of undercover investigation "(which is what needs to be investigated, how many ice throw them in pots of Ripple?, what is the average length of a leak in the door of a house?). What you need to do is to send law enforcement officials to fine not illegal, but to prevent it. And if you do not have authority, requested the intervention of Government Sub, and whether to be twenty guys at the cell resistance authority, they are taken, and whether to be fined 300 euros instead of "fight", is made. But as nothing will be done this until the day someone with shattered nerves take the shotgun and charge everyone who is put in front of a Cubata in hand, I suggest the residents of Guadalcacín bottle to make them the doorsteps of the council. Then verify firsthand, what they really might do to enforce the law when they want.

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La Voz, Jerez, Tuesday, January 18, 2009

Looke Similar To Urethra Warts

The City of Lost Dreams Vacation

For several months I've been missing on the map for work and personal. Now ripe to re-write weekly in the press, and also to resume this blog with such affection that I had in a while. Slow and laborious work is done with a group of normal, fast and easy to lose through neglect. Nothing I promise I promise nothing, and therefore anything I ask. Just say that I rejoice to hear of old friends and meet new ones if you dare to enter.

Greetings, and here is the column this week:

There are people who having had everything to succeed, end up failing after squandering his gifts. We all know people like that, celebrities, millionaires, neighbors or relatives that leave a residue of sadness in good people, and a taste of victory in the bad. Sentenced easily than we would have done better if we had the same cards, but things are not so simple, and letters are always those that seem to be. Similarly, there are countries that remain privileged climate, resources and people, languishing on the failure, when not engaged directly to bleed to death, alone or with the help of a neighbor. However, in these cases it is easier to investigate the causes. And then there's the mystery of the city blessed by the gods, but ruined by reasons border on the paranormal, go beyond the logic and challenge philosophers cities that are not in the third world, but perform worse than many of those in there, located in democracies, but in practice is still worth beyond the Iron Curtain steel, with access to culture and education, but that seems to live in the sleeping people that conforms to his ranch every day, cities, in short, like mine, like ours ... and Jerez.

could make sure that if he had materialized in Jerez tenth of the promised investments and projects over the past twenty years, would, in addition to full employment, Motorized city in the world, more art, more sport, more industrialized, the greenest, the cleanest, the best connections and the highest political class. Obviously, we do not. Why? By a lethal combination of ignorance, lack of drive citizen and lack of political honesty. Remitting far as I can remember, our city suffered long a biblical plague the person who was the mayor and most representative figure for decades. What may begin with good ideas and good intentions was sliding, lubricated by the slime of hundreds of toady, to the deification of the master and, consequently, his infallibility, His infinite grace and absolute power. From afar it looked like a nice story from around let themselves be hypnotized by her overwhelming personality instead of punishing her dangerous absolutism, and from within his party could only pay allegiance or be deported, because in the beginning the party was it, then also, and ultimately the same.

For when people get fed up, metastasis and had invaded everything: the city itself and the system imposed by the mini god and were a "holy duality" virtually inseparable. The agony was long, many fell by the way, but in the end, he was gone. And like all empires fall, there remains juicy and there were many who fought for them, and it was her ... She, who emerged victorious. And he knew he had come to a place where he could lie without fear because there would be consequences, which could be above the law while trampling the citizen and the law, a place with thousands of servants ready to obey the promise a plate of beans ... but she was not created him enemies are faster, both outside and inside, and although believed to be the queen of coated paper, did not hide or lie so convincingly as his predecessor. Was in for a very powerful machine (a mixture of inherited and which resulted in) a town that swallowed nearly everything, and ineffective opposition to indecency. Contrary to one thing: reality. Promised parks and wasteland were obtained, announced the jobs of 3,000 by 3,000, while the new stand of the year doubled that number, guaranteeing the implementation of lots of business impossible, and most were lost on a road that never came to start; boasted of seeking consensus, whereas he was the command and control, all as before, but with outfits of Vogue and half of putting fellow tripping.

far past and present. But may one day decide that these people do not like their leaders laugh at him, which is not willing to accept that their political class gift to herself with champagne in the attic, while pouring his urine on the mob that lives underground, in the cave. Maybe one day the people of Jerez decide they are not monkeys, they are not rabble, who are not blind, nor deaf, nor dumb. And understand that even though this city is sunk in misery, another Jerez is possible.

La Voz, Jerez, August 9, 2009

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Jerez de la Frontera is not (only) this, but this ES Jerez de la Frontera.
Enjoy, because the video is good, and for me, well, endearing. I love Jeré!

http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=zftn-2W8HbI

Instant Ocean Aquarium Starter Kit

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Dear Friends
business reasons (positive, as usual) will force me from now on and for a few months my attention and my efforts in achieving a dream goal, so that in all likelihood I will leave something aside the blog for a while. Not that the leaves, but there will be weekly columns, but you can always have time to comment today, and of course I will have to respond to whatever escribais here, as you know I always do.
A hug for everyone, no one

Parts Of A Pirare Ship

Copy-paste: Israel

me begin by apologizing for what this blog is neglected in recent times. The problem is that they have been published on time and four of the last columns sent to newspapers, and most of them have come up with a week's delay, which only four columns have appeared in eight weeks.

I have been assured that the problem will be resolved definitively. Hopefully, so be it.

Moreover, and although I am no supporter of copy and paste, I just read a column of Florentino Portero that would set the record here it clearly states what we all play in the ongoing war between Israel and some of his enemies. Although it breaks my heart when I see corpses of Palestinian children (and I can assure you that I am part of the truth, as well as the most), I agree with what Florentino writes (he expresses much better than me what you had already been read my last column)

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Lessons to Israel (by Florentino Portero)

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The statements and articles about the Gaza crisis is happening while hostilities and the casualties continue to increase. Two ideas are repeated regularly. Almost everyone accused Hamas of being at the origin of the situation by failing to recognize the legitimacy of the state of Israel, to boycott the peace process, breaking the ceasefire and launch more than 10,000 rockets of very different sizes on Israeli territory . But then loaded against the government of Jerusalem to respond in a "disproportionate" to the behavior of Hamas.
I will not discuss this time whether military action or not provided, but what this argument hides. If almost everyone agrees that Hamas is the aggressor, if we recognize that the development of a rocket, with Iranian support and the Shiite militia Hezbollah, which currently reach a radius of 60 km., poses a serious threat to Israel, if we assume that the range of the rockets will continue to grow until you can hit large urban centers ... then we should conclude that Israel can not sit still.
The government of Israel has an obligation to act to prevent the threat of a private militia, and Islamist terrorism that hangs over its population, infrastructure, industrial and business centers, barracks and powder magazines. The way I do will be debated in Israel and outside Israel mention it, but even to say do not forget cupboard in the sense of responsibility. If Israel is accused of excesses, wrong strategy, lack of sense of proportion, so that you can not do is ignore the problem is Hamas, that this problem must be faced and that if you criticize a policy to be proposed an alternative. If Israel did not follow the general scheme developed by Barak and Ashkenazy what should be done? Give moral advice is as easy as stupid. It is a question of eliminating a threat, hence the U.S. is so quiet, as well as the many Arab governments are "moderate" aware of the dangers to them all is the growing influence of the Muslim Brotherhood. Al-Fatah, whose collaboration in the field military intelligence is obvious Israeli forces, hopes the result will allow people to recover the ground lost in the group shot.
We are not facing a conflict between Arabs and Jews, but between a democracy and encouraged an extremist group and prepared by Iran. Declarations buenistas "only encourage the radicals to move forward in the Middle East and Europe. Stop the Israeli offensive would only benefit Hamas. If we do not like how Israel is acting offer an alternative plan to tackle the problem, not put it off. While confuse action with reaction, the threat to the response we are feeding only a Leviathan also points against us. While equip a terrorist group with a continuous state morally and politically disarming. Leaving Israel is powerless to weaken Europe. Islam is not satisfied with handing the Jewish state, nor the Sudetenland filled the longings of the Third Reich. Both the Arab World and Europe need a clear defeat of Hamas and that should be our primary concern.

Weave Shops In Jamaica, Queens

New year, old wars

began the new year and the world keeps turning in the same way, politicians deceive us as usual, and the crisis is bigger or smaller than before the grapes, but can say without equivocation every day missing one day less to the end. I will not make a balance of 2008, because there's lots of analysts who are paid lots of bills to tell you what, except in cases of amnesia, you know. In addition, the balance that counts is the one who does each one. In any case, we are here to talk about the new year, not the old. New wars

ahead, and the first has just exploded in Israel. It's horrible what you are doing the Jewish state, but not more than any other state would do if their integrity and safety were attacked every day by fanatical murderers and liars, maybe that should not have done is to abandon Gaza Strip for three years total, for what is served. I do not like what they are doing the Star of David, I hate to see children injured or killed, the Israelis certainly do not like. Perhaps there is another way of doing things may be imperative to do things differently, but when one side accepts no dialogue but only the annihilation, if not respect its commitments and complies with any rule or commandment, what options left? I do not know the answer, but I know that hatred is stirred to tears. On the other hand, does not carry over half a century with such unspeakable hatred? Whatever happens in a decade or a millennium, Muslims have to accept Israel's existence or seeking its destruction, the people of good will certainly want to come first. Europe, as always, is divided, Spain, as always, makes a fool of by the mouth of Moratinos, and Obama, showing intelligence, silent, not even President, should not speak until it is.

The misery does not come from Africa and the continent is still bleeding starting at the Congo. South America continues its journey to nowhere, his rancid road to nowhere, with few exceptions such as Colombia. No greater joy than the release of Ingrid Betancourt, no penalty greater than his grasp and understanding with Hugo Chávez: there are mysteries within a human brain greater than the mystery of the origin of the universe. China will continue to hit, until you dominate the world or bust, it is also possible. And while all of this, the English people are told to be optimistic. How can you be optimistic who has no job and no bread for their children? Rodriguez will have to ask the next time you go to television: it is certainly a more interesting question than the price of coffee.

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Voice, Jerez, January 4, 2009. Happy New Year, and see how many come to see 2010