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Van Gogh had met today March 30 hundred-odd years that was stolen. If Van Gogh
return, again give his name to the mother and cobijaría her belly as if he himself had fathered. Deambularía their grief and subversive speech live on the ears of the sleeping body and black miners. Paint my grief, and yours, and the universe and call it depression but no leakage of landscape, or simply, sadness, soul ingredient Sunday.

Yes, Vincent ...

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My friend sent me a text Adela maravilloso.Pertenece Argentine writer and journalist Eddie Abramovich, who can learn more by visiting the following comments on this page and its cool website.

"Today I want to be a woman for a day" Eddie Abramovich

Being in Darfur and to know what my body feels when it is war booty Sudanese troops.

be in Kosovo and know how it feels when a UN soldier, well paid and fed, I demanded my body in exchange for a ration of food for my children.

Login to court as a lawyer and feel the humiliation of being a secretary's ass look at me instead of my eyes. Log

with my overall health of the cafe> a hospital and check my male colleagues have the most vulgar jokes and stories when I am present. Being

pubescent daughter of a shepherd in northwestern Argentina and hear the boss calls to my mother that I delivered to him tonight.

fifteenth birthday gift and ask my parents silicone tits and see how they grant me without trying to persuade me otherwise. Understand why all my friends also seem to be unhappy, undervalued and neglected until they get their new silicone breasts. Meet

any age over 50 and found out that my husband has out there, between laughter, I'm a fat witch, and try to understand why he never took to tell me that I had become a fat witch. Try to remember when was the last time I bought some nice shoes or praised me, or realized that it had changed my hairstyle. Or at least, the last time you told me a book, movie or news of the day.

Want to go to school to learn to read in Equatorial Guinea, Ghana and Burkina Faso and know how it feels when I say no, I do not need to read to meet with my bare hands every year tillage less profitable.

Go to a police station to report sexual abuse and know how it feels when you doubt my word or I become suspicious.

Go to another police station to report that my husband or boyfriend beats me to ground and try to understand why I wonder if I fell down the stairs. I

one day be a Bosnian woman, or Rwanda, or Juárez (Ciudad Juarez, remember?) or one of the fifteen thousand girls expelled from schools in Tanzania in just three years to get pregnant. Or one of the twenty percent of women admitted to the 27 European Union countries that suffer from some form of domestic violence. Or a U.S. worker or clerk employed in the Japanese automaker that invented the 'total quality control' to experience what it's wait ten years for my union help me in a lawsuit for harassment.

one day I want to have women's eyes to look from there the grotesque poverty of machismo.

nothing I can do this, clear.

I can hardly imagine, and so much horror, so furious outrage that provokes me, I think that only women can have the courage and the guts to resist this, if they survive, move on.

is neither necessary nor useful, nor, I imagine being a woman for a day. Women are, in other women equally brave enough voices authorized. All this is said, reported, collected, documented, recorded. All this has been time and again called on governments, international agencies, democracies, autocracies and theocracies.

second thought, I now prefer to be Galicia.

Yes, Galician, because I've heard that in Galicia has formed an organization of men, the first dedicated to combating and eradicating sexism. Gallegos, the jokes, shaggy eyebrows and accent ranger, were pioneers in groups and forums against the machismo which is then replicated throughout Spain.

around here I have a peer group of men, we could go today with that sign that says 'do not be macho, be a man' I saw on television in marches in Lugo and Santiago de Compostela.

I want, within a year, on March 8, the list of victories for women's equality is, once and for all, much más larga que la lista de agravios.

Hoy no seré mujer, ni siquiera por un segundo. Pero me sentiré cerca de cada mujer. Y de cada hombre que se sienta cerca de cada mujer. Muy cerca.

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Hace días que no se me va de la cabeza Jorge Luis Borges. Y coincide, claro, no existe casualidad sin que el azar halla puesto su granito de arena, con estas fechas que nos traen mal a los argentinos...Malas fechas, recuerdos nefastos y oscuros, y no como esa oscuridad en la que vivía el escritor y que agradecía, y que hizo de su mundo ficticio una rara avis para admirar...Coincide porque cuanto más una lee sobre él, se da cuenta que los mitos también tienen carnadura, decay by the same pain and the horrible living perhaps with some black humor livianiza a little hopeless reality.

always believed, always, I swear that Don Jorge Luis was indifferent or worse, not wet properly with items such as Argentina, among others, the Disappeared. Forgive the ignorance of this little woman. But precisely this "excuse my ignorance," I walked away from its ideologically patriarchal figure and hieratic. I just read a requested his 1980 in Diario Clarin-by-military dictatorship where it says exactly:

"... When I heard about this whole issue of the disappeared I was terribly wrong. I was told a general had said that if a hundred hostages, five were guilty, justified the killing of the ninety-five remaining. He had offered him to be kidnapped, tortured and killed to test that theory, to give validity to his argument! "

This is just one piece but wanted to share with you and I were ignorant about certain positions, although not are so risky that we tried to be that of an intellectual greatness, at least vindicate him as a human being near you.

And my greatest tribute inspired ink on his face.

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not cry Argentina

March 24, 1976

last Van Gogh
cry of the republic flies multiplied

their crows in the wide sky
death note
bad greedy and blind walking
while slapping open doors left and right



some mothers keep children in drawers, cupboards in
matchboxes and even into the skin but not enough


only
is a free site that will
memory as a child in mourning
to crawl in the dark and there yet remains

as the first date:
the fourth, shoes,
the last cafe con leche,
the blanket of love the last fever
,
the stopped clock beside the bed, the grandfather
question
the book that burns slowly in the garden,
the smell of burnt grass next to the book, and your steps

wet in my mouth