Saturday, April 30, 2011

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REPORT OF THE SECRETARY OF THE PRESS SP.


FRIDAY 29 APRIL 2011
Football Practice: auriazul campus this afternoon in the Feliciano Cáceres trained under the command of trainer Oscar Paulin. Edgar Fabian Añazco Arrúa and mobilized the physical. Defining technical work, technical and tactical soccer up to the day.
Saturday morning: the next mobilization will be tomorrow, Saturday April 30 at 10 : 00 pm in the main field of Tacuary. After training 18 players will be concentrated in the club, and evening focus at Hotel Las Palmas (Spain c / Tacuary).
LIST OF CONCENTRATED
Goalkeepers: Mario Espinola Villasanti and Pelagius.
Defenders: Federico Acuña, Rober Servin, Bladimiro Duarte, Claudio Vargas, Derlis Cardozo.
Midfielders: Pedro Irala, Fredy Coronel, Yimmy Cano, Sergio Escalante, Alfredo Mazacotte, John Kunze, Carlos Florenciáñez.
Forwards: Milton Benítez, Edizon Gimenez, Claudio Correa and Daniel Ferreira.

Fabiana Silva
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Club Tacuary
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Facebook: Tacuary Press
Twitter: @ prensauriazul

Thursday, April 28, 2011

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Luqueño 90 YEARS ANNIVERSARY OF CLUB SP.


Program 1 - Word of welcome by Mrs. Delci Karjallo Gonzalez, President Commission on Women.
2 - Remarks by circumstances of Mr. Ramon Gonzalez Daher, Chairman of the Club.
3 - Invitation to all members of the Executive Committee to pass the stage to the delivery of distinctions.
4 - Presentation of awards to the "Partners Lifetime "of the club:
Noldin Fernando Romero, Mr. Herminio Enrique Azcona, Jorge Concepcion Roman Ayala, Ms. Baldina Leguizamon Alvarenga, Ms. Mercedes Elena Medina de Zelaya, Maria Liz Torres de Ortiz, Ms . Maria Gloria Gaona of Parini, M. Edgar Vazquez Dominguez, Mr. David Concepcion Escobar Duarte, Luis Bernardo Leiva Villagra, Mr. Sindulfo Fleitas Zarate, Mr. Anibal Coronel Latorre.

5 - Delivery of gratitude and special distinction appreciation to the gentlemen

-Mrs. Maria Cristina Sosa de Pane (for their continued and invaluable service to the entity)

- Priest Julio Cesar Rojas (for their continued and invaluable spiritual support for the squad of players, officials and the entire body)
-Sr.Raul
Aveiro (For honor and distinction to Tacuary Club, for his long and successful career)

6-Awarding of prizes to the player "revelation" of Year 2011 Club Season

-Carlos Gustavo Junior Florenciañez Vera.

7 - Delivery of a special distinction:

-Lic. Gustavo Benitez Walter Ferreira.
-Dr. Juan Guillermo Gonzalez Vera.
-Sr. Juan Caceres Dario Abbate.


8 - Parade of the outgoing queen Miss Sandra Leticia Ramirez Noldin.
9-Parade of the candidates to collect the club:
Bachen Ingrid Romero, Aurelia and Maria Ines Gonzalez Galeano
Guadalupe 10-Performance of the group Los Ojeda .-.
11 - Happy Birthday Song at 00:00 pm.
12 - Formation of managers to count votes and closure of the only scrutinizes
1:30 pm 13 - Draw of gifts
14 - Announcement of the new sovereign and princesses.
15 - Words of the new sovereign.
16 - Performance of the group Kaioba.
17 - Dancing until 04:00 am

Ladies Committee Club Tacuary " Members
. Delci
Karjallo Gonzalez, Mr. Smilse Moreno de Fleitas, Dr. Laura Espinola, Mr. Mercedes Espinoza Orrego, Mr. Fleitas Guadalupe Moreno, Maria Cristina de Pane, Ms. Graciela Villalba, Ms. Angelina Gonzales, Graciela Porro Valdez, Teresa Duarte, Maria Lidia Codas as witnesses. Carla Sanabria, Ms. Olga Bareiro, Celso Velazquez, Mr. Perla Cabrera, Albina López, Mirtha Mendez, Prof. Ana Maria Almiron, Prof. M. Noldin Concepcion Ramirez, Gladys Insfran, Susan Schembori of Zelada

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Luqueño Presentation of the Technical and the return of former President Juan Dario Caceres

Luqueño Sp Chair, featuring Oscar Paulin and the coaching staff is responsible for the conduct of the main campus of Sp.Luqueño, entrusting the general conduct, as well as Lower Divisions .-

Oscar Paulin, DT returns to Luqueño as intended to republish the happy moment when the Luqueño qualified for the second edition of the Copa CONMEBOL in 1993

Juan Dario Caceres, former President of the ; institution that becomes to work with the current leadership .-

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THURSDAY 28 APRIL 2011
assumed Paulin: The new technical director Tacuary, Oscar Paulin, assumed his duties this morning. Accompanied by Francisco Esteche as an assistant coach, physical trainers and Edgar Fabián Arrúa Añazco, leading the squad that will take over in place of Raul Vicente Amarilla, Baudelio Sanabria and Angel Cabañas. In charge of preparing the archers continued Enrique Galeano.

STATEMENTS OF OSCAR PAULIN
"I am very happy to be back in this great institution and I hope things can change. I accepted this challenge because I believe in this squad, the ability of all players on the Tacuary (...) and we need to show every Sunday. "
"All I can say is that (...) we will make every effort to make the Tacuary is in a privileged place in the place it deserves for what it's like this great institution and swollen that it is a town that is behind the SL and have to pay full (...)".
Training: Following the presentation of rigor in which the word was the institution's president Ramon Gonzalez Daher, the new coaching staff addressed the players and then started the first work consisted of regenerative work and soccer in space.
Mobilization Friday: tomorrow's training will be April 29 at 15:30 pm in the Feliciano Cáceres, in order to meet the sixth round, second round Apertura tournament, which measured at Independiente.


Fabiana Silva
Press Department
Club Tacuary
Mobile (0983) 928-910
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Press Tacuary
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

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By 8 pm. on 28 / 04/11, is scheduled presentation of the new coaching staff that Luqueño Sp 3 of the opening.
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Esteche .- Physical trainer: Fabian Arrúa

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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From teeny had a natural inclination to live that startled his parents and school authorities baffled. Learned hungry castaway and always got better grades, but compadrear the worst of each class, also learning in the school of life. "I do not know what to do with it. Participates in all the bustles and if a fault is because a larger leads or is plotting some egregious blunder. This boy seems to be always on time running out. "" he said one day the teacher to his mother, who was unable to ascertain its simplicity, among so many learned words, whether it was worthy of praise or punishment. To avoid mistakes the kid fell to the cogotazo and then kisses him out of school and put it on acolyte entrusting their education and care in old parish priest.

Amador took this new world of taxes and hypocrisies unspeakable mysteries with the same good humor with which to study at the time the multiplication tables, and devoured the Scriptures with the same passion with which he read secretly Copernicus or Poe. Anselmo's father tried for years to put him into line and get a stick those insulting to live. Stoically endured this beardless indomitable will inadvertently defeated in theological debates that made stagger their faith, until a Wednesday Ash is picked up with the priest was blasphemy gasping as he felt recoil than ever the devil's breath on your face:

-God is not in the church, Father. God is in life. I picture him more in the taverns meantime wax doll.

After that never again set foot in a church. We sponsored the Graduate Villuelas, pharmacist, veterinarian and communist equally, with whom he learned the rudiments of healing and studied in depth the complete works Karl Marx and Frederick Engels. Accompanying the doctor, knew the best estates and more modest suburbs, and eventually the neighbors began to claim their tips as to the difficult delivery of a cow to mediate the fair share of an inheritance. He opened a small school where she taught reading and writing to boys in them astray while planting the seeds of concern for life. He was imprisoned when the miners' strike and led the rebuilding of the town when the big flood came. He sang with his guitar at every wedding and was able to give comfort at funerals. Playing dominoes with Sergeant Menéndez but never shut up his opinion: "after of priests, are you the worst invention of mankind. Would not have wars without armies. It's that simple, my dear friend ". He knew all my heart out on the town and only one partner. Never felt alone or together too and the only disease that never came to understand was the boredom.

"Life is a gift that we should not look for ways and reasons. A life you have to thank all accept the mysteries and make love without asking "he said to anyone who would listen.

In his darkest moments, in times of great punishment, he could be found in taverns paying rounds of rum and inviting all parishioners to provide him with sadness. "If it hurts is that we're alive!" Proclaimed between drinks embracing equal to that drunken whores.

The day he buried his mother heard him say "I need to see more of the world" and that night went with a clean change and two loaves under his arm, leaving the people something like an orphan. Without him as the seasons passed toes and up the whores seem sadder. Took twelve years to return, and became stronger, as more young and quiet, as if time had walked back in his journey. He wore tattoos scrawled arms and hands with a big-eyed gypsy who read minds and guessed the hidden desires. She was his constant companion until a moonless night, following the lead of the aspirations of Gypsy northerly winds that moved in their most intimate areas, left the village forever on the road that led into the woods.

The next day, Amador looked and found people mired in a dull routine that covered everything as an ancient patina. Gathered the men who taught to read while still a rowdy brats tousled bangs, he scolded them for their lack of spirit, and together they all painted white walls and planted trees in avenues, giving the people again that vital momentum Amador was always with his footsteps wherever he led.

One August afternoon someone asked "So what ... how is the world?". "Incomprehensible" replied - "is full of moments" .

has the story in the end, when death came to touch his chest with his finger, which is like death, life takes you, he grabbed her around the waist and made love in her bed. They say that just before he died, Amador planted in the womb of death the seed of life.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

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was something melancholy floating in the afternoon. It rained sideways. The wind ruffled the trees swaying branches reluctantly as saying hello or goodbye, while the mist in the air drew question marks. However, she smiled. He crossed his garden with tiny steps, unsure, until the mailbox. There were no surprises. When opened on black found without stamps, sender or any direction. Only your name written in white letters ... like every Wednesday.

lovingly gathered on protecting the rain and left in another mailbox also unsealed and whose only sign was a hand painted star , as well tousled by the wind. Like every Wednesday.

The ritual was fulfilled for decades. Neither remembered and how did this love so rare, that correspond unknown, that love each other by intuition. Were unknown at all, and knew by heart. They separated two oceans and a time change and so loved that his ... so unusual. Sometimes, in his letters, were arguing about who met whom, who wrote the first or exactly how it all began. Stories of their laughter, their lives and their love, waiting to finally meet in a more clear, more conventional, if you like ... more real. It promised to kiss a day and sealed the deal to be happy in the meantime.

- this letter to you makes sense of my Wednesday. No one writes letters. If anything electricity bills and just some warning pregnant with bad omens, "he said Pablo each week and disappeared on his motorcycle left a postman always in the air a poem or a song.

fulfill that covenant of love, had a full and happy life, three husbands, seven children and a cat. Always refused to leave his house with a garden that, with the secret intention to always be ready to receive, in due course, the unmentionable visit never left waiting.

A year basis, life and happenings, he was disrupting the normal perception of things. Organized afternoon coffee, dominoes and liquor unlikely guests, sitting around the same round table to historical or invented dead relatives for years and others yet unborn, along with spectra outsiders who joined the evening provided the last minute. Dobladitos it was his socks in the fridge, the cat food in your cup of tea and suddenly stop to have surprised the foot of the bed not knowing if you had to get up or is that going to bed. And then, he panicked.

I was afraid not to recognize his unusual love the day they finally appeared, and in a moment of clarity, neck hung a small sign as a reminder to always rested on his chest and said thus

"Kissing Mr. Hat will appear one day in the garden with a star pinned to his lapel."

disheveled That rainy afternoon, prepared to enjoy the anonymous letter to her lover as did the first time, sitting by the fireplace with your cat lap, like every Wednesday. Outside, the wind and the mist drew an asterisk in the air ... while some uncertain steps approaching his garden after crossing two oceans and a tireless time change.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

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The paradox of moderation

In keeping with the darker prognosis Peruvian election, went to the second round the two candidates considered most controversial and disputed: Ollanta Humala and Keiko Fujimori. Along the way were Alejandro Toledo, Pedro Pablo Kuczynski and Luis Castillo, all of school (though leaning to the right, at least economically). Toledo and to a lesser extent, Castañeda, started with everything on their side. Toledo came to assume that first-round win at the time seemed insurmountable advantage.

Gradually, the heat of the campaign, everything was changing. His arrogance to the advantage and a campaign devoid of courage and proposals that captivate the imagination society was losing ground every day, while the others going back. Keiko

campaigned the government boasted of his father, turning a blind eye to human rights violations and rampant corruption that characterized (in any case, blamed a Vladimiro Montesinos of all sins), and mounted on a neo-populist and conservative discourse.

Kuczynski, which started with meager means, is presented as a very dedicated and serious, worked hard while social networks and the Internet. Gradually his attitude was convincing those who are disillusioned with Toledo or without options to see Castañeda, considered could be the best candidate Ollanta Humala before a shot is in the polls.

Humala the challenge seemed to be the largest, began in the basement of the surveys, the only advantage of being well-known but poorly perceived by many sectors. He kept his entire campaign and populist nationalist discourse, but, advised by people of Lula-moderated his speech, he controlled his bluster and was as good father, a man nearby, serene.

The interesting thing is that while Humala and Keiko are considered antagonistic, are actually very similar: populist, paternalistic, authoritarian apologists and many directly dangerous, these two candidates seem more like two sides of a coin than rivals. In another life could be allies.

Together, they won more than 55 percent of voters, leaving the "moderates" with a pitiful 45 percent. Kuczinsky played for a few hours the second to Keiko, but ultimately fell short. Toledo was humiliated by the electorate, remaining with 15.5 percent of the vote in an embarrassing fourth place.

The Peruvian public, en masse, vote for the two most radical, less conciliatory and more "risky" at least from the perspective of international capital. That itself is a confirmation of the failure of the restraint and the stickiness of a discourse of take from the rich to give to the poor.

Ironically, the only chance they have now won both Fujimori and Humala is moderating its approach to the extreme in order to win the vote not supported center in the first instance. Keiko

swearing out now that is critical of corruption and authoritarianism of his father, and she'll govern, Ollanta, in turn, retracts to amend the Constitution and swear it will not affect economic interests.

The losers are opting in one direction or another, trying to impose their concepts, to build partnerships. Kuczinsky, in particular, has already lurched to Keiko, but his real influence on voters is questionable and at best limited. The same goes for Toledo, and Castaneda and lights.

This is the great paradox of moderation: in the first instance, blurs and is defeated, in a second instance, it is indispensable. No wonder less in Peru, after several years of growth and wealth generation, people still feel that progress firsthand. As always in contemporary capitalism, it favors the creation of wealth redistribution, which is always promised and never fulfilled. Outside seem to be the most successful countries in the world are the richest, but less unequal. Poverty, but inequality is the perfect place for the rage of radicalism to take root and build fantasies.

the end, the only thing that is clear is that we must be moderate in everything ... including moderation.

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Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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called his loved ones around his bed. Fields in the room a content crowd sighs, the sound of glasses, chairs and hugs. A gentle wave of his hand in the air installed an ellipsis, a silence full of whispers waiting and expectation.

"There's something I want to say ... before I go.

stopped with a gesture of protest from anyone present, and continued:

"I had a good life . Say a full life ... that is, within the margins of fullness that allows ignorance. Now I ask you one favor: Do not make my death a tragedy. Do whatever, in any case, a time for remembrance, affection, ... for the tribute if you will, for love or gratitude. Do not give room for pain or tears misplaced or exaggerated. But above all ... do not let my death become more present in what you did my life. Do not prolong their presence beyond what is strictly necessary. If I have to remember, remember me alive, not dead.

I love you, and you know ... now ... I'm at peace. Goodbye.

said goodbye to each and every one with a kiss and slowly was alone. Then, without haste, as if fulfilling a ritual, got out of bed and dressed slowly. Were groomed by him and placed his clown nose. He took a suitcase from the closet, opened the door, his hand still on the doorknob, turned a little sideways smiling and said to the empty room:

-back soon .

And he left.

said he was in Thailand have been meditating on a perfect beach, talking does not really know why things with a hummingbird in the rain ; Bolivia and in the Gredos mountains dancing over the rocks. Some people swear to have heard singing the Stones' old issues in a tiny hovel in Kathmandu. You know about six deaths in Mexico, three in India, one in Peru and one in Indochina. Someone with your name tamed pigeons in a village there in Argentina until he died of old age.

They also have not ever attended any of their funerals, claiming always some unfortunate health problem. Some say he is still walking.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

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The confusion found among the crowd, hugging herself with a certain face of terror, dread. He walked slowly to her ...

"Hello, Puck.

*!!!... -Kum What are you doing here? What's happening? Why cry all?

- Have not you noticed? ... in the end what you got, you have stopped the time.

- What? Me? But how? ... I do not ...

"Well ... little by little you were creating the possibility. What you were doing as possible with your stories, your ideas, your imagination and fantasy. The possibility was becoming more likely. Now, you've done. He put a stick in the teeth of the thumb wheel on the Time Clock. Has stopped.

"I can not believe it ...

" Look around you, Puck.

Kum * "But, how do you know all that ...

"They called me. We must fix this ... and can not intervene.

- Do they?

"The Weather Makers. Generate the substrate, the essence, the texture of time. His heartbeat. They time.

- Are they ... are God?

-No. They are dedicated exclusively to temporary thing. God is another thing. God is simply a choice. But that'll tell you another story, right?, We have a job to do.

"But wait ... What's wrong with people? Why cry?

"They're scared, Puck. They do not understand what happens. I told you. When standing time to time only. Else being equal. Things are still happening, but happen all at once, and that there is no stomach to support it no mind to digest it. You see ... if they will do something, I have done before ... and while doing so. If they say something, say they finish at the same moment they begin, that is, as you are saying. If they are already somewhere there and returned. All at once. There are no beginnings or endings, or yes, but are simultaneous. There are moments ... or just a moment. Always the same, unchanged. Contains everything. All at once. That happens. Can not be understood as absolute simultaneity.

"And ... what do we do?

"I can not do anything. You stop to notice the time. Only you can throw it to go.

"But ... how?

-Only wishing, Puck, just to stop him.

I can not, do not know how. Not now.

- Now? Jajajajajaja ...! And only going to be this "now" until we fix this.

I can not, Kum *. I have fear.

"Relax, relax. Breathe.

I can not.

"Come, hold me. So ... quiet, breathe ...


As and when I say when I want to say, many things happened. All things. All at once:

advantage that there was no time, Bicefa granted indefinite holiday Pena and Joy, who made three trips around the world. A balloon, another bike and another on foot. We know the nature of man and came to three conclusions infinitely wise and successful. Were never told anybody. His journey took exactly zero seconds.

Torcuato not even noticed the temporary hiatus. Caught him as God created. A short story. It ended when he started.

Anita Dinamita, tireless in his pajamas, took the opportunity to catch up on work. Fix the world in six different ways and it was all exactly as before. Or vice versa. Ana did not flinch, he had a gun hidden in the final manga ...

A Your it was the clip and had a series of sweet dreams taught the world the true meaning of the word "courage."

Malena took the opportunity to take off their socks and barefoot in the end, losing a little time. Then, without more, said something sublime. Nobody listened, they were screaming.

Maite lit three candles and said "All words. All! ". not listened to anyone.

Maria Coca seas created a world inhabited only by love and words.

Bethlehem closed its big eyes and wrote a zero nanorelato words. Achieved, without a word, tell all. While (and when I say as I mean too ...) Zoë shattered armed piano only his violin.

Lila, riding the curves of a word, went straight to the crotch.

Pedro achin eyes said "Now," and continued meditating.

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Angeles found the opportunity to write his novel. A superb novel, sublime, ferpecto. With a smile on your face and a friend in the memory, burned. She never have headaches.

PazzaP was saying goodbye . It was saying hello . It was a mirror.

Agus looked and said "fuck it, this seems Winnappu at Carnival!". The cow threw a fart and he went quietly staring at her ass to the moon.

Dany , climbed the wall to kill murderers, thieves began to steal.

Pablo Gonz sat to observe and take notes. Then (and I mean when I say after too) said "Excellent!" .

Laura completed a clock-shaped cushion with boobs, made a million photos and no words, all hung on his blog.

Paul began to compose embuzonaba delicious arepas while singing songs and love letters and occasional electricity bill.

Your forgot to watch ago, but nobody fell into oblivion.

Chula smiled illuminating a room and a snack, ate the words "love" and "hate." The digested together and simultaneously.

Juanita prayed to his God.

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Oma, blunt, gave his opinion on where no one could hear.

Miriam was neither left word.

Puck finally ... quiet breath.


passed much more. All things. All at once. Then, as they say then I mean ... well, then I say, the embrace ended, the weather began to walk again and everything was as usual ... as now.

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Monday, April 4, 2011

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finally finished his novel. Years of tireless work and the months of drought, deletions and new accounts, an eternity of silence in black and fears never end ... All those moments of solitude to change, built to last a perfect ending.

The reread slowly. Savoring. Looking for flaws, mistakes, mismatches, ... straw. Nothing. Was a flawless novel.

He felt proud.

uncorked a bottle of wine, lit the fireplace and as he drank, he looked lost and burned the manuscript.

"now is perfect " "he said, knowing the novel freed of their vanity.

He was a humble writer.

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Pinochet's mentor

As I write these lines, the Chilean right-wing is gathered to pray for the immortal soul of Jaime Guzmán, the eminence grise behind Augusto Pinochet. Guzman, deeply religious, was the architect of the Constitution created during the dictatorship and who was gave ideological support to the regime's repressive discourse.

Guzman was the man who devised the so-called binomial system "to elect representatives and senators, a highly complex system designed to ensure an overrepresentation of the right. Several times the coalition tried to change that system, but always lacked the necessary votes.

Called by many the Goebbels of Pinochet, Guzman died in 1991, killed by a commando of the Manuel Rodriguez Patriotic Front, the armed wing of the Communist Party. He was one of the last blows of the Front for the full breakdown, whose existence, and in democracy-there lost all sense it may once have been a dictatorship.

happened just an early April 20 years ago, and this is the reason why today is still high level of martyr and saint of the right, even a fine monument in the district of Vitacura. Advocates

Guzman always talk that he helped some people from good families who had been kidnapped by the regime's secret police to regain freedom. People being tortured today thanks - understandably Guzman his speech in its favor.

However, for me makes it even more guilty. Until today, many of civilians accompanying the tyranny happily argue that "knew" what he was doing the government in its basements dark. But Guzman knew and he knew so well that even be bothered to rescue those who had the privilege of having a well-off family in the elite chilensis.

That naturally does not in any way condone his killing-a cowardly and stupid, but it helps to have a bit of caution before it holy and become a hero. Understandably, however, given the lack of heroes of the Chilean right. It has so many executioners but so many martyrs, that certainly comes in handy praise of this incident character as far as possible.

One of the accused as participants or conspirators to murder is Galvarino Apablaza, Old Front leader now in exile in Argentina. Sebastián Piñera last year tried to extradite him for trial, but the government of Cristina Fernandez opted for asylum in a controversial decision.

And while I think Apablaza should face his charges in Chile, is very clear that their chances of a fair trial in Santiago are very small. The man was already convicted by the media, although indications are that he had already distanced itself from the leadership of the Front at the time of the attack.

The mystery of the level of involvement in the killing, but it is an example of how the Chilean right is also seeking to keep alive the issue of political violence where he favors, while the left accuses of playing the victim. Today

the far right is threatening to take the case to the OAS, demanding to extradite the accused. Curiously, they're just the same as they fought to the death that Pinochet was not extradited and not their crimes ever faced.

This issue has gained momentum during the administration of Piñera, sunk in the polls and not able to connect with society, remains from grave to grave and trying to find his voice and direction.

Overwhelmed by tremendous pressure from supporters of Pinochet, Piñera has had to double their hands more than once for not torn apart the alliance that brought him to power. The Chilean president is trapped between his desire to be liked and addiction all the ultra-right politics. This weakness has been noticed and has damaged his reputation.

would be a great opportunity for Piñera take this moment and make a claim Guzman critical to the role of the dictatorship. There is the myth, of course, but it is also true: the reality of a man who more than an accomplice, was the author and promoter of a genocidal, murderous, all while giving the más intensos baños de pureza.

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Sunday, April 3, 2011

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April 2, 1982 was the beginning of the end for the Process of National Reorganization, and was the beginning of the end for our intentions to rebuild our country a fraction of it was caught by England makes several centuries. Those years, for Argentine who wants to remember, lost in thick fog of oblivion and "Operation Oblivion" by the military deployed around the Falklands, are lost in cold moments, distressing, revealing in the multiplication of men torn giving its spin on the impossibility of exceeding the particular context that surrounds and suffocates. Everything that makes up a collage of stories and not minimum-mixing both large and despicable actions between abject rapporteurs deep stories and incredible heroes who had no more than 19 years and had never left their villages, let alone had dispardo or had been trained for war.

The images presented in those years are emerging in disgust, images in black and white, olive green, gray, gray, sepia, "Blessed by Fire", between flashes of gunfire and explosions and flashes in the night without lights flickering the disillusionment of war. Boats, green cars, helicopters, combat aircraft, nuclear, communications, cables, supportive programs, puppet artists, political puppets, voodoo dolls smiling Argentine capitalism in the Rural Society and the American embassy. But despite all this death, horror meanwhile, can be colors, anecdotes, incidents of "kids" who came to give his life for his country in a stupid war that forced everyone to tear us completely, but this hidden war frames that can give us lessons and let us hope for the future to come. This is the case of the teacher who wrote the letter to his students and read yesterday President Cristina Fernandez de Kirchner at the ceremony held in Rio Gallegos by another anniversary of the start of the Falklands War.

In principle, the peculiarity of any war annuls the subjective condition of
testimony because the shock that occurs makes the experience is translated, non-transferable. The men silent shock. That war silenced an entire country, has made Argentina into a body without a voice, an inert being who could not cram anything that happened. This opens thus a gap between the events in the history and the experience of the event that every soldier or citizen had to face Argentina in the midst of all this, the narrative of the events in which abyss's own body is torn and eliminates the possibility of collective apprehension necessary to purge the personal hell, the individual and collective trauma that burns. One can hardly feel the feelings of the other, much less make a lot of feelings collective uniformity can be clearly read as scientific analysis. But remember, memory, count ... a thousand times to tell what happened to us, the miracles happening to us.

In Falklands, each lived different experiences, even if one state has a yard of another. You can have 10 000 stories, each moment was unique to those who lived there. For those who were not here in the south, or inland, for those not blinded by the dictatorship, every moment was also unique. The other, danced to the rhythm of miliary no guilty conscience, or during the war, or to surrender. Many did as if nothing had happened, as if they were not dead friends, siblings, children, parents, students, teachers, employees, workers, laborers and above all, boys, boys everywhere endure the rigors of war.

Malvinas, like many other islands of memory, is a breeding ground for delivery men torn and to conceal the atrocities committed by friends and strangers who learned to hide so well, but from the moment the anchor in subjectivity of the witness is not leaves, in principle, a common understanding of the act is clear "censored" a perfume, a color, texture returns to this and it all happens again. However, the growing proliferation of stories about war and its surrounding historical, not let the experience was lounging in the cycle, inevitable for some time, which can occur because of the repetition in a way: the victimization.

Falklands War is a part of the recent history of Argentina. The data and testimonies collected over these 29 years have managed to break the silence and expose an injustice done: during the war the Argentine soldiers not only had to fight the enemy, but hunger, cold and unprecedented incompetence and cruelty of their own military leaders. They had to fight a war with the third world power without being professional, without instruction, without adequate equipment, without a tactic and a strategy to combat without support, and ammunition. Abandoned to their fate, rather, forced to fight or be tortured, they were left there, so that the "pirates" English play to war with them for a while. Former soldiers

witness aberrations committed by officers and NCOs of the Armed Forces, through the testimonies of those who suffered first hand the physical torture, psychological, the staked and betrayal can reconstruct the "story" of what happened in the South Atlantic. They witnessed the incompetence, irresponsibility and cowardice on the part of those who should lead. We wanted to impose a covenant of silence, that "they" were taught. Tried for all these long years tell another story, that "they" called "The True History." Conditioned democracy with the causes of the soldiers, and "them", its cause, "due obedience" laws and end point and hold harmless the office. I lied to family members, never made a self and hid under a blanket of forgetfulness and impunity general.

What we experienced then return, ie the war, was determined by the indifference of a society traumatized by their unthinking support for the dictatorship and the silence and forgetfulness imposed by the military. Back was the beginning of a painful way for a large number of soldiers shaken by the horror and the future that would not be the same. Somehow, he fought the former combatants, giving them back, forcing them to marginalization, burying in oblivion and indifference. Result: the suicides of veterans reach approximately 500 cases

later social indifference the conflict contrasted with the patriotic fervor that the April 2, 1982 led to the announcement of the "recovery" of the Falkland Islands in the mouth of Leopoldo Galtieri. The Plaza de Mayo, dyed blue and white, was filled with thousands of citizens, including many well-known political and labor leaders. Hailed the dictator, who said: "If you want to come, come, we will present battle."

the end of the war, on June 14, everything changed suddenly. After the defeat, those same people tried to burn the House of Government, began to Galtieri of power and would not speak again for a long time Falklands. The final chapter of the conflict closed of dictatorship and was a decisive factor for the restoration of democracy, but about the war, the company did not take over their responsibilities.

In return, the authorities and society behaved as if the soldiers were responsible for the defeat. There was a tacit agreement to forget the war, returning to hide and erase from the minds the experience. For the low military officers to the soldiers made him sign an affidavit, in which they undertook to silence and thus to forget. Talk about what happened during the war was the first thing that prohibited the military. Thus, pain, humiliation, frustration, disappointment, anger, were within each one of them to become unbearable in many cases. Is to talk, tell, was the first step to exorcise them hell inside and begin to heal the wounds. But you could not, were matters of state. So the return was cruel, silent, hidden. The welcome was for the privacy of the home, which in many cases, was also cold.

It is in this record of victimization in which was dissolved impossible gesture representing Malvinas. The loss of community that formally makes obvious the June 14, 1982 beings scattered them, they were collected, if not abandoned, in their subjective pain. In this sense, the loss of community soldiers resulted in victims, who then reversed his ontology of the mainstream society in Argentina. Or, perhaps, was a reverse movement, by which Argentina society to lose their last crap shoot of a substantial community, symbolized in the Falklands, he found the path of victimization and self-victimization as the only way they could absorb the loss of such bet. In short, the historical change has proved to be the same: we all lost the community, we all picked up as victims. And broken seek solace in the guise of human rights discourse that its formalism fell short of our state of shock while washing was slowly and progressively
all memory of the community substantially.

On each anniversary, we understand the need to exercise and put everything in place, review the past to build the future, put dictators and murderers in prison, as those responsible for the defeat, too.

"We must learn to distinguish between things that happened, to separate those who governed under undemocratic ways of the fact itself, which is the exercise of sovereignty and the rejection of colonialism that still shames the century." Were the words uttered by Cristina Fernandez de Kirchner in Rio Gallegos, in the event to mark the 29th anniversary of Argentine landing in the Falklands.

need to win our own war and remember those who died both in the islands and those who returned and as a result of indifference and neglect, have taken their lives.

Malvinas is the symbol of a violent amputation of a story piecemeal. And when you can not say all, many prefer to say nothing. The waters between the Falkland Islands from the mainland are tinged with red blood, live, hot, the vast majority of political activists and veterans. And yet, the snowy cold of a remote place and dispensable dominate our representation of the islands, if we can not assume it as inevitable part of our recent history. Precisely we said Malvinas marks a turning point without which the eighties become unthinkable. They represented the symbol of a relaunch of the national aplazante.

At 29 years of that war, rather than say something, it is essential to feel the full right to think that history which we lived was not in vain. That pain was, or is "in vain. That memory should not be just a nightmare. That memory should not be convened only once or twice a year. That is more than Malvinas war. That Malvinas present and future.

The following is the text of the letter dated Puerto Rivero, April 29, 1982, which was read yesterday in the main event for Veterans Day and Memorial in the Falklands War in Rio Gallegos:

"To my dear friends dear students 3 * D: We have not had time to say goodbye and this had worried me a lot of nights here in the Falklands , where I am fulfilling my duty as a soldier defending our flag.

"I hope you do not worry much about me, because very soon we'll be together again and we will close our eyes and we will get on our huge condor , and we'll say we get everyone to the "land of fairy tales", which as you know is very close to the Falklands. And now as the teacher is well aware Falkland Islands we will not lose.

"Guys want you to know that at night when I lie down, close my eyes and I see each of their little faces, laughing and playing, when I sleep I dream I'm with you I want to get too excited and to study hard because his teacher is a soldier who loves and misses them.

"Now you just pray with you again soon. Much love to his teacher that you never forget.

"Lady also wish to extend my memory and greetings to all staff: Ms. Silvana, Mr. Galo, Cristina, Nora Mercedes, Barbara, Elizabeth and all the teachers of my shift and school. In Ms. Alicia wanted to know what your mate really miss the 13 hours, and I hope soon again to taste and breakfast here is a kind of mate tea mixed with lime and a little masonry cement, no sugar.

"Having been distracted too much attention but feel for a moment with you. I decided to finish these lines with the hope of meeting with you shortly. Affectionately. July", this concludes the letter of July Cao.

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He removed one by one, the hands to the wall clock and saw that band numbers, orphaned and any sense or reason for being, until a certain wine to rest on him:

"No time. Only happenings ..."

Thus, banished from his Word and his plans are before and after and settled in an eternal daily while changing shape with each event, with each new issue, fact, event or situation.

No one noticed the change. Only he knew more full, more serene, ... something like happy.

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"No, no," he said.

"But ... you know what time it is?

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