Acne Bumps Rash Around Penis

Barbecue prawns and Green Olives Tart

La ricetta di oggi, non è mia, ma mi è stata inviata via mail da Lia per partecipare al mio contest;  

è uno sfizioso antipasto, ma accompagnato da una bella insalata e da un panino può diventare un pranzo gustoso e leggero!

 
Ingredienti ( per 4 pers.) :

 

24 code di gambero fresche (anche surgelate vanno bene, ma prima vanno scongelate),
16 olive verdi denocciolate,

1 egg, breadcrumbs
qb

parsley,

salt
oil for frying.

also sticks to 8 skewers.

Procedure:

shell the prawns, and still raw, arrange in a skewer. Alternate shrimp in an olive (each skewer should be composed of three shrimp and two olives).
Beat the egg with a pinch of salt. Finely chop some parsley and mix with bread crumbs. Spend each skewer into the egg first and then in breadcrumbs.
fry the kebabs in hot oil until golden.

Serve warm.

How Many Chapters For 90,000 Word

EYE, Libya and 'something else


Noi siamo la razza che governa il mondo... Non rinunceremo al nostro ruolo nella missione della nostra razza, grazie a Dio, per la civilizzazione del mondo... Dio ci ha fatto il suo popolo eletto... ci ha reso tanto capaci di governare da poter gestire governi tra popoli selvaggi e senili.
(Senatore Usa Alfred Beveridge)  

La stampa è tanto potente nella creazione di immagini da poter far sembrare una vittima il criminale e mostrare la vittima come fosse il criminale. This is the press, an irresponsible press. If you're not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are oppressed and to love those who oppress.
(Malcolm X, "Selected Speeches and Statements")

is to be expected that advances in physiology and psychology to give governments more control over individual mentality than they have even the totalitarian states. Fichte said that education should aim at destroying free will so that when students have left school, are unable for the rest of his life to think or act differently from what their masters wanted.
(Bertrand Russell, "L'impatto della Scienza sulla Società")


Fatta la tara al sistema mediatico occidentale e magari ascoltata l'emittente dell'America libera, Telesur, e anche la problematicità di Al Jazira, deprechiamo pure il bagno di sangue in Libia, con la repressione dei settori fedeli a Gheddafi, ma anche con l'ambiguità di un'informazione le cui contraddizioni tra commenti e immagini sfida la logica. E le cui motivazioni e i cui burattinai dovrebbero sollecitarci qualche riflessone. Non arrendiamoci al sanguinolento Grand Guignol che tutta la stampa, destra e "sionistra", in quell'unanimità che fa sempre gioco alla destra, spara sulla Libia e contro Gaddafi. Air raids on the population, mercenaries stragista, defections of military, aviation, ambassadors, shot wounded in hospitals , witnesses who have returned "heard gunshots," thousands of corpses in the streets, "experts" tv leaked from trent ' years from Libya who call Western democracy, flies on that crap that passes for a living and is already rotting and still would like to infect people who are exempt ... Prate of mass graves in Iraq of Saddam, were never found, while they prepared for thousands, now a little 'face time with corpses dating from 2003 here.

Much has already been refuted, not much has ever seen, even from mobile phone with images, the mass demonstrations in Egypt, Tunisia, Yemen, Bahrain, the crowds are in the field in Libya to the west wind is like a tsunami. By all appearances is the clash between military schieramernti reflecting the split national (and outdoor riding schools, including Italians), not un'insurrezaione of people. The rift runs within the military and political apparatus, which in turn reflects a social divide between tribes and regions: Cyrenaica, dear to the British who wanted a break from Libya, always with secessionist ambitions of the Islamic emirate, where today you are waving the flags of the old King Idris Senussi, puppet of colonialism (the national hero Omar Al Mukhtar Cyrenaics hated them and considered them traitors), and Tripoli, historically the most advanced, modern, secular. Collusion become collision between social sectors grew about foreign investments, the Western liberal gheddafiana arrived after the turn of the early 90s, and now look forward to enrichment and political actors (such as "green" Iranians, they also make people go to the victims killed by their government), and the mass of the population with the highest income per capita in the region that defends the gains of the welfare state assured by Jamayria.

For Cairo, Obama has spent in favor of transition desired by the people but, of course, reinterpreted his pro domo; for Libya is silent because he has to hide his hands in the sedition in pasta. Thus, the EU and Israel has always been dissatisfied with robbers and bulimia resources of Libya, but with the handicap of having circuit the Libyan leader for its oil, the terror of migrants, Unicredit, Finmeccanica, Eni, Acea, Juventus, penny shares Libyan-saving business. The U.S., less than jeopardized political and propaganda, yet a strong presence with their multinational geo-strategic objectives have more body and better supported, which may air an armed intervention, as feared by Fidel Castro. Point to the possibility of completely tearing Libya to Europe, depriving Gaddafi a politico-economic strength, to get their hands on the cock of Libyan oil and gas, so as to drain to Europe more or less hydrocarbons for the benefit of their own superiority and recruitment, in oil blackmail, askari European imperial wars. They want to appropriate the largest underground water reserves in Africa (after having caught the dream of Israel, with South Sudan, pseudostato separated due to competition di Israele e comboniani, l'Alto Nilo) e, soprattutto, collocare in Libia quel comando Usa per Africa e Medioriente che è il recentemente costituito Africom. Africom la cui sede è stata rifiutata dall'Algeria (il che spiega anche i moti rivoltosi in quel paese, alimentati soprattutto dai secessionisti berberi, curati dall'Occidente). Insomma un altro dei  lavoretti elencati  nel piano israeliano del 1982 per il mondo arabo, dopo il Sudan spaccato in due e forse, con il Darfur, domani in tre, l'Iraq tripartito tra curdi, sciti e sunniti, il Libano tra cristiani-sunniti e sciti, l'Egitto tra copti e musulmani (ma lì i tiri al tritolo del Mossad has been an own goal) and so divide and rule for the rest of the planet.

ask ourselves, therefore, what is the demonization of Qaddafi, none of which, however, admire the eccentric folk, but you must understand the reasons for opening the West after decades Collision asprissimo in conjunction with many liberation movements in the world. The buffalo Lockerbie, Scotland on the crash of the plane, with hundreds of deaths in the top and bottom, which, based on concrete evidence, one can imagine a paw in the manner of 11 CIA September charged in a process-joke to a Libyan national, paroxysmal and a campaign against the "terrorist" Gaddafi, a supporter of terrorists halfway around the world from the Irish and Basques, threatening to be the smoking gun to launch on Libya that had been thrown on 'Iraq. And Libya, the Arab world, was isolated. Would be the end of one of the most successful national and social experiments of the South.

It was with the "turn toward the West, opening a moderately free market, the merged bank and the satraps of European institutional, waiver (Not "destruction" as they say Velinario) weapons of mass destruction, to safeguard independence, sovereignty and welfare of the Libyan people. Let us ask ourselves what good is satanizzazione of Saddam, not down from the assault Iran instigated by Washington and then drowned in a Occe of shit and blood from the invention of the imperialist centers dell'abbruttimento knowledge. Let's remember the weapons of mass destruction exhibited by Powell, that Saddam's opponents in the shredder to grind, that carbonated the Kurds, who disembowel enemies, his son punished players for the defeats by making them play with iron balls and whipping the feet. Recall that those falsehoods have been killed three million Iraqis tra embargo e guerra. Vale per Aristide a Haiti, Chavez in Venezuela, Ahmadinejad, Bgabgo in Costa d'Avorio, Arafat, i pirati e Shabaab in Somalia, Milosevic in Serbia, i sandinisti in Nicaragua, il "terrorismo islamico". 

Si tratta manifestamente di costruire nella provetta dei veleni un'opinione pubblica maggioritaria a favore di genocidi pro-democrazia e, con particolare accanimento, di fuorviare un mondo di sinistra, con risvolti antimperialisti, già anticoloniale in tempi meno indecorosi, fino a intrupparlo, come Pinocchio sul carro diretto nel Paese dei Balocchi e dei futuri somari, nelle proprie retrovie. La tremenda lessons of Vietnam, the Vietcong won so much because of what the wrath of organized humanity well informed.

Muammar Gaddafi can do the caudillo decorated like a Christmas tree and a member on boards of directors wants the Western . No one on this side of the Mediterranean Ocean and the other never forgive him for having driven a grotesque re-beams and, with him, sponsors, the British have given back to his people the wealth plundered by Italian settlers, from the offended dignity rape culture of the colonizers, have built a nation, have given people of the Third World, all to squeeze and hold in bondage a guarantee of their privileges, the strength of a nation, but that he did pay a minimum compensation from the followers of Balbo and Graziani genocide.

few knew that Gaddafi condemns ever did "nothing concrete to Palestine. What could be done 10 thousand miles away and in the midst of Egypt sionistizzato Mubaraq, without seeing bombed again by USraele as when they killed their daughter? He knew relentlessly denounce the crimes of Israel, and called for strengthened African unity against tampering with the neo-colonialism. It 'was a strong support for the fighters in Ireland. Today, the streets del suo paese ci si ammazza. Di chiaro e certo non ne sappiamo ancora niente. Ma sappiamo che in Occidente si mente per la gola. Egitto, Tunisia, Yemen, Bahrein, Somalia, dove di sicuro ci sono popoli insorti contro rais e globalizzazione della miseria, rischiano di fuggire dalla stalla. Guai a perdere anche la Libia, dove quella globalizzazione deve essere fatta arrivare.E' una tragedia più che per Gheddafi, per il popolo libico e, dunque, per noi.   Noi italiani, prima di parlare di Libia e Gheddafi, anche solo per sghignazzare sulle sue bizzarrie di costume, o indignarci della sua difesa con le armi di uno Stato che qualcuno vuiole divorare, niente al confronto con il nostro guitto wer, we should rinse your mouth. And maybe try to read between the lines of the mire of the Republic of the Manifesto or a glimmer of logic and truth. And perhaps, again, pulling away from where overwhelm our liberation struggles mercenaries.

Omar Al Mukhtar first of the hanging

What Kind Of Boat Trailer For A Zodiac

Anna Politkovskaya was killed in Russia after - because we use these words in this context - having witnessed the atrocities of the Chechen war. She was killed not because he has told the Chechen war, but because she managed to make the problem of Chechnya is a problem in the world, because she managed to make the problem of Chechnya is a problem of humanity, that has become a problem in Rome, London, of Washington, Mexico City, no longer an issue lost in the news every day. This has made her a witness, something more than a courageous reporter.
She tells of amazing things: Do you remember when they were seized in a school hundreds of children she has collected the testimonies of many survivors of Beslan mothers, the seizure made by the Chechens in a Russian school. Terrifying tales. And I mention only one: at some point the Chechens collect teachers, professors, certainly including mothers, and their students in an area of \u200b\u200bthe gym at this school. Confine any classes with taut wires that hang grenades: therefore they are telling them not to move, because se un bambino cerca di scappare o fa un gesto violento, si spezza il filo e cade la granata. Così sono tutti fermi e costretti a non bere e a non mangiare: tra l’altro era estate e c’era molto caldo. A un certo punto un bambino molto piccolo inizia a piangere, perché aveva molta fame; una madre, una professoressa che era da poco diventata madre, aveva da poco sgravato, quindi aveva ancora latte, dice al bambino di attaccarsi al seno, ma il bambino è grande, si vergogna, non lo fa. Allora lei prende una scarpetta di questo bambino, cerca di versare il suo latte dentro, ma la suola assorbe il latte e quindi non va bene. Allora per puro caso, riesce a trovare, perché lo sapeva, in un cassetto di un armadietto che stava proprio nella sezione dove erano stati ammassati, un cucchiaio. Riempie di latte questo cucchiaio e inizia a dare il latte a questo bambino e poi a tutti i bambini che, per fame, perdono ogni inibizione e bevono questo latte. Se ne accorge un guerrigliero, fa saltare la granata: la maggior parte di questi bambini muore. Cala il buio in questo enorme stanzone e uno dei bambini si sente addosso cibo, in realtà era il sangue del bambino che gli era accanto, a cui era esplosa la testa; ma la maestra dice: " Non ti preoccupare hanno fatto saltare una bomba, si è rotta una credenza e ci è caduta addosso la marmellata ". E il bambino dice: " Io odio la marmellata ".
Questo racconto che è terribilmente atroce, traccia the testimony of the humanity in that situation: there is always the best way to be human, there is always a way to save what Nabokov said that the best form of human being, namely the child.
And Anna Politkovskaya, when he went to make his stories, told this: telling the opportunity to be men, and the ability to tell how man came into the abyss in this situation.
She is killed before being killed and becomes tainted. His terror, more fundamental reason was to be vilified, was what his image was destroyed. When she is killed, is interviewed her ex-husband who says: "Better così ". Una risposta molto dura, molto pesante. Dice " Sì, perché poco prima avevano tentato di sequestrarla, di narcotizzarla e di fare degli scatti osé, pornografici, con degli uomini, per poterla diffamare, fotografarla mentre era narcotizzata per distruggerne l’immagine. Chi avrebbe creduto nel mondo che quelle immagini erano state costruite? " Allora lui dice:" Se l’hanno uccisa, almeno salveranno le sue parole, perché hanno salvato la sua immagine ".
Per Anna Politkovskaja, come per tutti coloro che raccontano, la prima grande ossessione è la distruzione dell’immagine, perché tale condizione castra le tue parole, le rende spesso inutili, Who do you listen to the whispers in defamation, distrust.

Anna had returned from shopping on 7 October 2006. A tired-looking woman at the supermarket along the Frunzenskaya , the road along the Moskva. Is returning from the hospital where the mother admitted devoured by cancer. His father, tied up his wife when he heard the news of the disease died of a heart attack. It seems the worst of the lot rage in those days.
Divorced, Anna, have two grown children who saw little, waiting for the home Van Gogh, now a big dog, but it was marked by a puppy ill-treatment. Wrote of him: "AND 'again tonight. I turn the key in the lock and Van Gogh flies on me, anyway. Although stomach hurts, no matter what he ate, even if he was sound asleep. E 'source of a loving motion. All you plant, grow tired all say the dog never stops love you. "
has three shopping bags in the car that stops at the door of his house at number 8 Lesnaya Ulitsa. Finding parking is easy. It 's a fairly protected middle-class neighborhood and a certain taste. We inhabit the professionals of the new Russia. In the buildings you enter only with an access code. Anna rose to house and installation of the first two envelopes expenses, full of food and stuff for the home. Then down again to take the third envelope, full of sanitary items for the mother in the hospital missing. Rooms on the first floor with elevator, as soon as you open the doors, still inside the cab, she meets a man and a woman. He is thin, young, cap worn with the visor to cover his eyes - the witnesses will say - and the woman next to it. The tip of a gun Izh silenced in the chest. On the left side of his chest. Shoot for three times. Two strokes take heart splitting it into three parts, a third shot deflects the shoulder. Then, to make sure that you have done the job well, once the body fell to the ground shot in the neck. Anna had followed from the supermarket, knew the codes to enter the building el'hanno waited on the landing. After running leave the gun with serial abraded in a pool of blood and go away. A lady, shortly after, called the elevator, when this risk on the ground floor and the doors open wide, let out a yell and then a prayer.
Find the corpse of Anna.
was the fifty-fourth birthday of President Vladimir Putin and his death seems like a gift. Anna Politkovskaya Stepanovna , born in New York with the surname Mazepa, forty-eight years, was buried October 10, 2006 Trojekurovo the cemetery in Moscow. Behind the coffin in the front row two sons, Ilya, twenty-eight years, and Vera, twenty-six, her sister, her ex-husband and dog. His word could not be stopped that way. Only in this way were successful: with bullets. Three years after the accused of the murder of Anna were all acquitted. Acquitted Chadžikurbanov Sergei, a former official of the Ministry of Interior, acquitted two Chechen brothers Ibragim Džabrail Machmudov and, third, Rustam , also implicated him, fled abroad, never arrested, and acquitted Colonel security forces Pavel Rjaguzov . Acquitted and released by the President of the Military Court Yevgeny Zubov who allegedly had followed, and then killed Anna. The murder has not guilty today or principals. But the words of Anna continues to be stuffed under the nails and thorns in the very temple of Russian power.
Chechnya is a dangerous book. Anna Politkovskaya wrote it with the desire to tell a wound that was not just about a cave in some remote part Caucasian. It was written for managing to make the story of the war in Chechnya a daily reality for all. And this is what killed her. His ability to make the necessary debate Chechnya in London and Rome, providing evidence in Madrid and Paris, Washington and Stockholm. Whether his words have become nitroglycerin for the government of Putin, to the point that this book has become more dangerous than television, the statement of a witness, a trial of the International Tribunal. Why Chechnya collects everything that Anna saw one of the worst wars in which the human species has ever created, a war where soldiers tortured, raped women and had to declare in the minutes to be the real culprits of violence. His poetry can be summarized in an aphorism of Marina Tsvetaeva, on which he had graduated, " All my writing is to listen .
Anna Politkovskaya was working in a very complicated situation. The trips were paid the thirty dollars, there was no possibility of profit, the work does not was supported by any economic reward. Zero money to travel and the greater part of the salary was going to defend against lawsuits and complaints, it rained every time an article appeared in his signature. Bulging was the goal. And depressing with a lot of pressure defamatory endless. The main floor was not to kill her, but destroy the image. To persuade those who loved her - and they were many - it was crazy un'arrivista.
never forget the words of Aleksandr Politkovskij, the former husband of Anna, the day after his death: " was in 1994 when he took up the struggle between the oligarchs Vladimir Potanin and Vladimir Gusinskij control Norilsk Nickel, the world's largest producer of nickel, which was to be privatized. Potanin won, but at some point Gusinskij called Anna and showed a defamatory dossier that had collected on our family. Anna was scared, I picked her up and talked and talked, sat in the car. There, she decided she would go ahead anyway, even though he feared the stigma of death . "Better to die than to be vilified. And after all this is the true consolation. Terrible, tragic but incredibly true.
At least they stopped with the death of groped to discredit. The stigma was the first element of destruction. tarnish the family trying to prove collusion, corruption e reati. Andavano dai parenti delle vittime di cui Anna aveva raccontato e facevano pressione perché dicessero che aveva inventato tutto, che tutto era avvenuto diversamente. Diffondevano voci di calunnia: è bugiarda, mitomane, matta, buffona, carrierista. Erano, in fondo, centinaia i cronisti in Russia che la odiavano perché il marito aveva fatto carriera già durante la perestrojka, diventando la voce critica, sì, ma di una televisione dell’Urss. E poi Anna scriveva su un giornale in parte sotto il diretto controllo azionario di Gorbaciov e dell’oligarca Lebedev. Il venticello della calunnia era di fare i rivoluzionari con lo spazio dato dai vecchi padroni comunisti. Non era difficile per il potere politico trovare appigli verosimili to ruin his image. So today as hundreds of his colleagues in every corner of the world defending and investigating what happened.
But then the husband continues to explain why Anna was afraid of the stigma more than anything else: "She wrote its articles to change things. Each piece had to help someone or fight injustice. He had to produce something even a little, but something . If he had lost his credibility this would become impossible. The same happened to, years later, Ramzan Kadyrov, Chechnya's pro-Russian governor, who threatened to drag it into a sauna and photographed in obscene poses with naked men . They would have drugged, kidnapped and photographed in poses sex with men, in a kind of orgy, gang bang between big man with dyed oil to the center of the most dangerous journalists. As if to say, this is the life that makes one that goes, describing his country as hell. Who would have believed that she had been drugged and forced? All those photos would accept dirty, and they shouted to vice, orgy, the pleasure of the courtesan who believed a new fighter. In that case, after the photo shoot on the front pages of many magazines and on gossip sites across the world, no denial, no complaint or evidence of violence could remove the mud from his face. A mud that would put into doubt and question every report, every investigation, every word. E this is the first danger.
Before the bullets, or when the bullets fail in their intent, we come to destroy the credibility, to plunge the authority to render void the words starting with the words themselves, but by creating a mechanism that those words make no sense, making them empty shells. When Anna decided to dismiss the role of journalist and actively participate in what she was seeing and telling, in October 2002, intervened in the talks with the terrorists who had hijacked the spectators of the musical Nord Ost Dubrovka theater Moscow. He decided to do so by bringing water to the hostages. In September 2004, during the siege of Beslan school, he wanted groped mediation. And she would have succeeded because he was respected by both sides, but Anna said that she had been poisoned on board his plane that was bringing in Ossetia. That poison was to kill her and prevent her from carrying out its proposal for resolving the crisis. In a simple, lightweight, tried to delete it: with a cup of tea. After drinking began to turn the head and stomach twitched in spasms. Fainted, but had had time to ask for help to the hostess. She was taken to hospital in Rostov. When he awoke the nurse whispered: "My dear , have poisoned, but all tests His blood had been destroyed on orders from above . "I remember that Italian journalists a few days after the news nudged:" He has seen too many 007 our Anna. And then when one is in danger not ragged all conferences, trying to defend himself in silence . "This is the content of the comments after she had survived a poisoning without evidence.
but Anna knew that silence was a huge gift to those who wanted to silence and delegitimize. He had received many threats, and for a period she was paid an escort from his private journal, the "Novaya Gazeta ." On September 9, 2004 he wrote an article in "The Guardian " Poisoned by Putin , and many, too many do not believe her. For strange mechanisms, the envy of colleagues for their vision and the strength of the words of Anna, who did identify the struggle for civil rights in Chechnya with his pen and his face, turning it into a symbol, often became the greatest ally voices of government officials who told of a woman taken by herself and her project mythomaniac. And that left her completely isolated. In the September 9, 2004 wrote: " is absurd, but was it not the same during communism, when everyone knew that the authorities were saying stupid things but pretended the emperor had clothes? We are falling into the abyss Soviet abyss of information that creates death from our own ignorance ... for the rest, if you want to continue to be a journalist, you must swear absolute loyalty to Putin. Otherwise it can mean death, bullet, poison, or any court solution the intelligence services, Putin's guard dogs, deem appropriate. "
to defend it was just his books and articles.
In Memory of a Revolutionary, Victor Serge pointed out: " say that I'm more interested in writing, others will treat me better than the words with the facts, I now have no time, I must say just ." It seems to be the same for Anna. His books are immediate, fast, have the power of the discovery of new, unknown and the information disclosed. And this is what he exposed.
" Who in the West sees me as the main militant Putin say that I am not a militant, are only a journalist. It is enough. And the task of the journalist is to inform. As for Putin, has made all the colors and I have to write "he said without saying that the problem was not a political task, but acquitted of the need to write. He hated to write editorial: "No matter know that I think, but what I see " and went on with his investigative stories.
Anna Politkovskaya knew that only readers would have the defense, took part in many international conferences, he knew that people's eyes, the interest, would defend his words. And only they had her stock. His instruments were the reports and the interview, and when it was directed to an authority, if the politician or bureaucrat was evasive or untruthful, Politkovskaya spent the complaint. There are dozens processes to which the writer has participated only as a witness. In an interview with British newspaper "The Guardian , 15 October 2002, said:" I went over my role as a journalist. I put it aside and I learned things that I would never come to if knowledge I had been a mere journalist, who in the crowd sta'ferma like everyone else. "It was perhaps the reason that led her to Chechnya in 1999. Since then, article after article, he began to assemble this book, which today represents one of the most significant literary documents of our time to understand the physiology of any conflict, fierce, hidden, abominable, terribly modern.
Politkovskaya was the daughter of the tradition of dissident Soviet Union from the 70s onwards, had adopted a strategy and peaceful nonviolent action to denounce the regime. He had decided to expose the lies of his country through the same channels that the Russian state was created, and so his plan did not exhausted itself in the article, but continued in the complaint. Not everything was left of journalism. The interested lay leaders in the eye. He had closely followed the story of the tortured and raped young girls. It had followed directly in the process. When she could, Anna obtained the punishment of the perpetrators and the evidence introduced in the performance of processes doing justice to the victims.
In this book shows a clear principle: the power of the word. How heavy a word. What caliber and what use scales to measure it. Questions that plague tropical fevers as every particle of those who approach a writer or reader to the literature. Literature is an athlete, Mayakovsky wrote, image of words that override the blanket of all things that go beyond barriers and fight, I'm passionate enough. The specific gravity of the literary word is determined by the presence of writing in the flesh of the world or the lack of meat, however, for some.
Primo Levi in \u200b\u200bcontroversy with Giorgio Manganelli, who claimed the ability to write dark, dark said that writing is immoral. The literary style is labyrinthine, multi-faceted, I do not think there might be ways unique, but those on which they rest my feet I recognize. When Philip Roth says that after If this is a man no one can say that it was not Auschwitz, it did not know of the existence Auschwitz, but just have not been lined up outside a gas chamber. Such is the power of those pages. Books that are not evidence, reports, demonstrations are not. But lead the reader in their own territory, allow meat to be in the flesh. Somehow this is the real difference between what is news and what is literature. Not the argument, not even the style, but the possibility of creating words that do not communicate but they express, can whisper or shout, to put under the skin to the reader that what they are reading about him. It is not Chechnya, not Saigon, is not Dachau, but is its own place, and those stories are their stories.
Truman Capote had written shortly before his death: "The novel and truth are divided by an island that narrows gradually more and more, but are about to meet, the two rivers flow together, once and for all . And the risk for writers that he has never revealed that secret, that he had discovered some kind of hidden truth, but had said. It's that good. I make this writer dangerous, feared. Can get anywhere through a word not only conveys information, but that may be hidden, stop, defamed, denied, but delivers something that only the reader's eyes can deny and confirm. This power can not stop it if not stopping the hand that writes. The strength of this literature continues to be its inability to be reduced to one dimension, to be only one thing, be it news, information or sensation, pleasure and emotion. This accessibility makes her able to go beyond all limits, to overcome the scientific community, professionals, and go over time than any newspaper, becoming ungovernable tool and capable of forcing each grid as possible. The same power that was feared most of the governments Soviet Boris Pasternak and Doctor Zhivago and The Tales of Kolyma Šalamov of the investments of CIA counterintelligence.
The vital power of writing continues to be a prerequisite for distinguishing un libro che val la pena di leggere da uno che val la pena di mantenere chiuso. L’universo dei campi di concentramento sembra spremere dalla letteratura impensabili stille di vita. Non mi interessa la letteratura come vizio, non mi interessa la letteratura come pensiero debole, non mi riguardano belle storie incapaci di mettere le mani nel sangue del mio tempo, e di fissare in volto il marciume della politica e il tanfo degli affari. Esiste una letteratura diversa che può avere grandi qualità e riscuotere numerosi consensi. Ma non mi riguarda. Ho in mente la frase di Graham Greene: " Non so cosa andrò a scrivere ma per me vale soltanto scrivere cose che contano ". Cercare di capire i meccanismi. I congegni del potere, del nostre tempo, bolts of the metaphysics of morals. Everything is on the choir and with different registers. Without the fear of writing outside the perimeters literary nominate data, addresses, percentages, and paraphernalia, with contaminating everything. The style is basic, but I think Ernest Hemingway had it right: " style is grace under pressure . The grace of writing, his time lying down, deep reflection should be held hostage by the situation, the imperative of the word to do, to reveal. A truth, the literary, which is not in the word in person. The truth of the words in our time is paid for with death. It is expected that it will. You train the mind so. I am more convinced than ever. Surviving a strong truth is a way to generate suspicion. One way to remove the truth to their words. But the truth of the word and have no other finding of the analysis that death. Surviving a means to diminish the truth of the word truth. A word of truth always brings a response of the power, if it is effective. " Power" is a generic word and sgualdrinesca. Institutional power, military, criminal, culture, business.
And if this answer is not the word of the new truth, did not get purpose. Do not hit. And the litmus test for having struck at the heart of power is being struck to the heart. Una reazione eguale e contraria. E feroce. O si porta una verità condivisa, tutto sommato accettabile. O si porta la verità delle immagini, quella delle telecamere o delle fotografie. Verità estetiche, verità morali supportate dalle prove. Quelle comportano poco la scelta dell’individuo e molto quella dell’occhio. Come se l’uomo fosse smembrato isolando ogni suo organo. E all’intellettuale fosse destinata la stessa separazione dell’apologo di Menenio Agrippa. Il reporter è l’occhio, lo scrittore la mano e un po’ di mente, il giornalista l’occhio e un po’ di mano, il poeta il cuore, il narratore lo stomaco. Ma è forse giunto il tempo di generare un mostro a più mani e più eyes, a time when the writer can invade, involve, abuse of any instrument. This is the task of the writer who deals with reality and write through it. The words continue to be fundamental, but the solitude of the writer and the danger of the word are still enormous.
Stanislav Markelov was the lawyer of Anna Politkovskaya and was the lawyer who fought against the early release of Colonel Yuri Budanov , the highest ranking official convicted of war crimes by a Russian court. They brutally killed with bullets to the head, January 19, 2009. In the trial of Colonel Budanov, Markelov represented the family Elza Kung, the eighteen year-old Chechen who was raped and murdered in Chankala by a group of Russian soldiers. The father of Elza Kung years in Norway, receives constant death threats. Colonel Budanov is an untouchable. In recent years, the murder of Elza became the symbol of the abuses committed in Chechnya by Russian troops. The story is told in many pages of the book Putin's Russia by Anna Politkovskaya. There is also recounts the trial of Budanov, who probably would not have been convicted without the media attention that his book had generated. Budanov was arrested in 2000, indicted and sentenced to ten years in 2003. Recently, however, was returned to freedom, despite the campaign Advocate Markelov conduct against the issue. The lawyer
Markelov was shot in the street along with Anastasia Baburova , journalist of "Novaya Gazeta " - the same head of Politkovskaya - who had taken the place of Anna in addressing the investigations in Chechnya.
writer, dies. For Anastasia shot in the head while trying to stop the gunman who killed the lawyer Markelov with which she worked. For the killer seemed absurd that a woman reacts by not running away, and that they had been displaced. Anastasia died rebelling against his executors. Was twenty-five years. Now that the libel failed to destroy Anna, now che le sue parole le sono sopravvissute, tutto è nelle labbra, negli occhi, nella memoria dei lettori.
Non avrei voluto che queste mie parole fossero definite una introduzione. Queste parole sono una preghiera, pronunciata con tutte le possibili frasi liturgiche al lettore che ha deciso di spendere il suo tempo a leggerle.
Una preghiera perché non smetta mai di riportare a tutti coloro che incontra quanto leggerà in Cecenia e perché non dimentichi il sacrificio di chi ha deciso di raccontare. Una preghiera affinché possa sentire sin dentro la carne ogni ora della vita di Anna Politkovskaja, una vita spesso passata sapendo di avere una scadenza, ma nella certezza che quella scadenza avrebbe riguardato solo il proprio corpo, e diffuso, as the constellations, their stories in each depositing player that he had encountered.

Roberto Saviano

For previous parts:

hell to Beauty
Not the Jail Not the Death
City man-paradise flowers
Blacks of death, blacks angry
How heavy is the word
Колымские рассказы

Does Green Soap Get Diluted When Tattooing?

Анна

Dear Friends:
children and adolescents today, men and women of tomorrow, heroes of tomorrow, if necessary, in the rigors of armed struggle heroes, if not, in the peaceful building of our sovereign nation.
Today is a very special day, a day that calls for intimate conversation between us, which we have somehow contributed to a direct effort to the Revolution, and all of you.
Today marks another anniversary of the birth of José Martí, and before entering I warn the topic one thing I've heard a few moments ago: " Viva Che Guevara! ", but none of you came today shouting "Viva Marti ! " ... And that's not right ...
And it is well for many reasons. Because before the birth of Che Guevara and all the men who fight today, which went as he directed, before all this momentum born liberator of the Cuban people, Marti was born, suffered and died for the sake of the ideal that we are doing today.
Moreover, Marti was the direct mentoring of our revolution, the man whose words had to resort always to give the interpretation justa de los fenómenos históricos que estábamos viviendo, y el hombre cuya palabra y cuyo ejemplo había que recordar cada vez que se quisiera decir o hacer algo trascendente en esta Patria... porque José Martí es mucho más que cubano; es americano; pertenece a todos los veinte países de nuestro continente y su voz se escucha y se respeta no sólo aquí en Cuba sino en toda América.
Cúmplenos a nosotros haber tenido el honor de hacer vivas las palabras de José Martí en su Patria, en el lugar donde nació. Pero hay muchas formas de honrar a Martí. Se puede honrarlo cumpliendo religiosamente con las festividades que indican cada año la fecha de su nacimiento, o con el recordatorio del nefasto 19 de mayo de 1895.
Se puede honrar a Martí citando sus frases, frases bonitas, frases perfectas, y además, y sobre todo, frases justas. Pero se puede y se debe honrar a Martí en la forma en que él querría que se le hiciera, cuando decía a pleno pulmón: " La mejor manera de decir, es hacer ".
Por eso nosotros tratamos de honrarlo haciendo lo que él quiso hacer y lo que las circunstancias políticas y las balas de la colonia se lo impidieron.
Y no todos, ni muchos - y quizás ninguno - pueda ser Martí, pero todos podemos tomar el ejemplo de Martí y tratar de seguir su camino en la medida de nuestros esfuerzos. Tratar de comprenderlo y de revivirlo por nuestra acción y we act today, because that War of Independence, the long war of liberation, has had its reply today and has had modest amount of heroes, hidden, outside the pages of history and yet have fully complied with absolute the precepts and commands of the Apostle.
I want to introduce today a guy who many of you may know already, and do a little story about those difficult days of the Sierra.
Do you know or not know? Joel Iglesias is the commander of the Rebel Army and the head of the Association of Young Rebels. Now I will explain the reasons why is at that position and why I present with pride on a day like today. Commander Joel
Iglesias is 17. When he reached the Sierra was 15. And when I presented it did not want to admit it was very young. At that time there was a bag of combs gun-the gun that was used at that time, and nobody wanted it to load. It was given as homework and as evidence to carry that bag down the steep hills of the Sierra Maestra. The fact that is here today indicates that he could get along.
But there is much more than that. You will have had time, little space to walk, to see that lame leg; you have not seen, they could not hear either, because it has not welcomed, which has hoarse voice, and he was not listening well. You have not seen you have in your body 10 enemy fire scars and hoarseness that he is, the lameness glorious are the memories of enemy bullets, it was always first in battle and in higher positions responsibility.
I remember there was a soldier - who later became commander - who died recently by a tragic mistake. That commander was called
Cristino Naranjo. He was nearly forty years, and the lieutenant who commanded it was Lieutenant Joel Iglesias, fifteen years. Cristino spoke of you to Joel, and Joel who commanded, was talking to you. However, Cristino Naranjo never failed to obey an order, because in our rebel army, under the guidance of Marti, we are not imported nor years, neither the past nor the political course, neither religion, nor the previous ideology of a fighter. We care about the facts at the time and devotion to the revolutionary cause.
We knew also, by Martí, not matter how many weapons in hand, but the number of stars in the front. And Joel Iglesias, and at that time, was among those who had many stars in the front, not the one who is now commander of the Army. So I wanted to present it on a day like today, for they knew that the Rebel Army is concerned with youth, and to give the youth who now lives overlooking the best of his men, the best examples of their fighters and their working examples. Because we believe that this is honored Martí.
I want to tell you many things like this today. I would explain, that I understand, that I feel in the depths of their hearts, the reason for this struggle, we went with weapons in hand, which now hold against imperial powers, and maybe tomorrow we still hold in the economic field, or even in the armed camp.
Of all the words of Martí, I think there is a defined as any that spirit of Apostle. Is one that says: " Every real man should feel on his cheek the blow to any man cheek."
That was and is, the Rebel Army and the Cuban Revolution. A Revolution Army and feel whole and in each of its members, the insult that means the slap cheek given to any man at any place on earth.
is a revolution made for the people and by people's effort, born from below, which was fed by workers and peasants, who demanded the sacrifice of workers and peasants in all fields and in all cities of the island . But that has been able to remember at the moment of triumph.
" With the poor of the earth I want my take luck, "said Marti ... and also interpreting their words, what we did.
We have been made by the people and willing to stay here until the people want, to destroy all the injustices and establish a new order social.
We are not afraid of words, or accusations, as Marti was not afraid. That first time in May - think 1872 - when several heroes of the American working class surrendered his life to defend and defending people's rights, Marti and excitement boldly stated that date and marked the face of those who had violated human rights, leading to the scaffold to the defenders of the working class. And that Marti Mayo first noted at the time, is the same as the working class around the world, except the United States, who are afraid to remember that date, remember every year in every village, and in all world capitals , and Marti was the first to point out, as was always the first to point out injustices. As he rose along with the first patriots and how you were in jail at age fifteen, and as his life was nothing more than a life destined for slaughter, thinking about the sacrifice and the sacrifice knowing that it was necessary to reality future for this revolutionary reality that you all live today.
Martí taught us that us too. He taught us that a revolutionary and a leader can not or enjoyment or privacy, you should put all his people, the people who elected him, and sends him to a position of responsibility and combat.
And when we dedicate all possible hours of day and night to work for our people, we think Marti and we feel we're doing alive the memory of the Apostle ...
If this conversation between you and us anything left, if not vanished, as are the words, I wish all of you today ... think of Martí.
think of as a living being, not a god or a dead thing, as something present in every manifestation of life in Cuba, as is present in every manifestation of the voice of Cuban life, the air, gestures of our great and it never cried partner Camilo Cienfuegos. Because the heroes, comrades, the heroes of the people, can not be separated from the people, can not be turned into statues, something that is outside the life of the people for which they gave. The popular hero should be a living thing at every moment in the history of a people. As you recall
our Camilo, and should remind Marti, Marti speaks and thinks today, with today's language, because that big have great thinkers and revolutionaries: su lenguaje no envejece. Las palabras de Martí de hoy no son de museo, están incorporadas a nuestra lucha y son nuestro emblema, son nuestra bandera de combate.
Esa es mi recomendación final, que se acerquen a Martí sin pena, sin pensar que se acercan a un dios, sino a un hombre más grande que los demás hombres, más sabio y más sacrificado que los demás hombres, y pensar que lo reviven un poco cada vez que piensan en él, y lo reviven mucho cada vez que actúan como él quería que actuaran.
Recuerden ustedes que de todos los amores de Martí, su amor más grande estaba en la niñez y en la juventud, que a ellas dedicó sus páginas más tiernas y más sentidas y muchos years of his life fighting. To conclude, I ask you to get fired as they started, but in reverse with "Viva Marti ! " is alive.

Ernesto "Che Guevara Speech

Ernesto" Che "Guevara spoke during the ceremony in honor of José Martí organized by the Association of Young Rebels, on January 28, 1960.

Cari compagni,
bambini e adolescenti di oggi, uomini e donne di domani, domani di eroi, eroi, it sarà il case della lotta armata rigori nei, eroi, altrimenti, nella costruzione peace of our sovereign nation.
Today is a very special day, a day that invites intimate conversation between us, that somehow we helped with an effort of the Revolution, and all of you. Today
takes another anniversary of the birth of Jose Marti, and before entering a topic I want to preface what. I heard a few minutes ago: " Viva Che! " but none of you thought of shouting: "Viva Martí! ... And that's not good ...
It's not good for many reasons. Why before the birth of Che Guevara and all the people today who have fought, who commanded as he commanded, before the birth of this whole spinta liberatrice del popolo cubano, Martí era nato, aveva sofferto ed era morto sugli altari dell'ideale che oggi stiamo realizzando.
Di più: Martí fu il mentore diretto della nostra Rivoluzione, l'uomo alla cui parola bisognava sempre ricorrere per interpretare i fenomeni storici che stavamo vivendo, l'uomo la cui parola e il cui esempio bisognava ricordare ogni volta che si voleva dire o fare qualcosa di importante in questa patria... perché Josè Martí è molto più che cubano: è americano, appartiene a tutti i venti Paesi del nostro continente e la sua voce viene ascoltata e rispettata non soltanto qui a Cuba ma in tutta l'America.
E' toccato a noi l'onore di rendere viva la parola di Josè Martí in his homeland, the place where he was born. But there are many ways to honor Martí. You can honor him by celebrating religious holidays each year indicate the date of his birth, or the memory of the fateful May 19, 1895. You can honor Martí citing his sentences, phrases, beautiful, perfect sentences, and also, and above all, the right phrases. But we can and we must honor Martí in the way she wanted it done, when told of his lungs: " The best way to tell is to .
So we tried to honor him by doing what he wanted to do and that political circumstances of colonialism and the bullets stopped him.
And not all, not many - and perhaps none - We can be a martyr, but we can all take example from Martí and try to follow his path to the extent of our strength. Try to understand it and relive it with our action and our conduct today because the war of independence, the long war of liberation, today had his reply and had a large number of small heroes, unknown, out of the pages of history and that, however, have performed perfectly the precepts and commandments of the apostle.
Today I present to you a guy who many of you may already know, and make a little history of these difficult days in the Sierra.
not know him or know him? E 'Joel Iglesias commander of the Rebel Army and head of Young Rebels. Now I want to explain why this takes place and why I present it with pride on a day like this.
Commander Joel Iglesias is seventeen. When he was fifteen he came to the Sierra. And when I presented it did not want to admit it because it was too baby. At that time I had a lot of machine gun magazines - the gun that I used at that time - and nobody wanted them to load on their shoulders. He was given the task and try to bring that bag to the roughness of the rugged Sierra Maestra. The fact is that here means that could carry him. But there is so much more. You do not have time to notice, as he walked very little, who limps from one foot, you could not see, you could not even hear because there has saluted, which has a hoarse voice and that it is hard to understand. You have not been able to see that in the body ten scars of bullets and enemies that his hoarseness, his glorious limp, are memories of enemy bullets, because he was always in the forefront of the fight and in positions of greater responsibility.
I remember there was a soldier - who later was himself a captain - who died a short time ago to a tragic mistake. That commander was called
Cristino Naranjo. He was about forty years, and the lieutenant who was the commanding Lieutenant Joel Iglesias, fifteen years. Cristino gave you at the Joel, and Joel, who commanded, gave him of her. However Cristino Naranjo never failed to obey one order, because in our Rebel Army, following the guidelines of Martí, no one cared nor age, nor of the past, nor of the political past, or religion, or of ' previous ideology of a fighter. We imported the events of that time and dedication to the revolutionary cause.
We also knew, thanks to Mars, it did not matter how many weapons in hand, but the number of stars on the forehead. And Joel Iglesias, already at that time was of those who had many stars on the forehead, not the one who is now as commander of the army. That's why I wanted to present on a day like today because they know that the Rebel Army is concerned about the youth and give to the youth today are facing life the best of his men, the best examples of its control and examples of his work. Because we believe that this is how we honor Martí.
I wanted to tell you many things like this today. I wanted to explain, so I intend to, so feel deep in your heart because of that struggle in which we went with weapons in hand, and that this support today against the imperialist powers, and perhaps tomorrow we would incur in the economic, or even on the battlefield.
Of all the phrases Martí, there is one that I define it as any other the spirit of the apostle.
E'quella that says: " Every true man must feel on his cheek, the slap-up to any man's cheek .
This was and is, the Rebel Army and the Cuban Revolution. An army and a revolution that they feel, as a whole and in each of his companions, represented by the insult slap cheek given to any man at any place on earth.
This is a revolution made for the people and by the effort of the people, born from the bottom, fed by workers and peasants, which required the sacrifice of workers and peasants in the fields and in all cities of the island. But he also kept in mind at the moment of victory.
"With the poor of the earth I want to share my fate , "said Marti ... and so, interpreting his words, we did.
We were chosen by the people and we are willing to continue until the people's will, to destroy all the injustices and establish a new social order.
We are not afraid of the words or not the allegations as Marti was afraid. As at that May 1st - I think in 1872 - in which several heroes of the working class American's life for donavano defend and defend the rights of the people. Martí indicated with courage and emotion that date, hitting the front who had violated human rights defenders pushing up to the scaffold of the working class. And that 1° Maggio, che Martí sottolineava allora, è lo stesso che la classe operaia del mondo intero - salvo negli Stati Uniti , dove hanno paura di ricordare quella data -, celebra tutti gli anni, e in tutte le capitali del mondo: e Martí fu il primo a sottolinearlo, come sempre era il primo a segnalare le ingiustizie. Così come si levò con i primi patrioti e come subì il carcere a quindici anni, e così come tutta la sua vita non fu nient'altro che una vita destinata al sacrificio, pensando al sacrificio e sapendo che il sacrificio suo era necessario alla realtà futura, a questa realtà rivoluzionaria che tutti voi oggi vivete.
Martí ci insegnò anche questo. Ci insegnò che un rivoluzionario e un uomo di governo non possono avere né gioie né vita privata, ma devono dedicare tutto al loro popolo, al popolo che li ha scelti e li ha assegnati a una posizione di responsabilità e di combattimento.
E anche quando noi dedichiamo tutte le ore possibili del giorno e della notte a lavorare per il nostro popolo, pensiamo a Martí e sentiamo di far rivivere il ricordo dell'apostolo...
Se da questa conversazione tra voi e noi dovesse restare qualcosa, se essa non sfumasse, come succede alle parole, mi piacerebbe che tutti nella giornata di oggi... pensassero a Martí.
Pensassero a lui come a una persona viva, non come a un dio né come a una cosa morta ma come a qualcosa che sia presente in ogni manifestazione della vita cubana, come in every aspect of Cuban life are the voice, gait, gestures and not enough of our great friend the late Camino Cienfuegos. Because the heroes, comrades, the heroes of the people can not be separated from the people, can not be turned into statues, into something that is out of the life of the people to whom they gave their. The folk hero must be something alive and present in every moment in the history of a people.
As you recall our fireplace, so you have to remember Marti, the martyr who talk and think today, with today's language, since these are the great thinkers of great revolutionaries: their language does not age. Marti's words today are not a museum, are included in our struggle and our symbol, our flag is the fighting.
This is my final recommendation: Martí, approach without fear, without thinking to get closer to a god, but a bigger man than other men, wiser and more ready to sacrifice the other, and you think you do a little revived every time I think of him, and revive the much whenever he wanted to act like you agiste.
Remember that of all the loves of Marti, his greatest love was aimed at children and youth, which in these pages dedicated his most tender and moved, and many years of his life of struggle.
To conclude, I ask you congedarmi with a "Viva Marti ! ", che è vivo.

Ernesto "Che Guevara

Discorso che Ernesto Che Guevara delivered during the ceremony in onore di Josè Martí organizzata Ribelli dall'Associazione dei Giovani, il 28 gennaio 1960.

Clamiddya In The Mouth

Youth in Revolt

Partners:
... You also talked about the need for spontaneity, the joy of youth, as she - and I mean this group ministry, but in general - organized joy. Has been that point that young executives have taken to think about what you should do the youth to be happy, as defined. And he did it was just old youth.
How can a young lie down to think what should be the youth? Do just what you think! Is this you have to do youth. But it was how it did not happen, because there was a whole group of executives who were really aged.
Obviously, this joy and spontaneity of youth can be superficial ... And make no mistake what the youth of the world, and especially Cuban that the characteristics of its people, it's cheerful, fresh, spontaneous, superficiality. They are two completely different things!
You can and should be spontaneous and joyful, but it has to be deep at the same time.
also in youth have found changes. Now, the insistence that they continually have done, is to not stop being young, do not turn into old theorists, or theorists, retain the freshness of youth, the enthusiasm of youth. Be able to receive large government slogans, internal transformations, and become a powerhouse for all the mass movement, marching at the forefront.
other hand, is to balance and prioritize. These are the tasks to be fulfilled by the youth. Now you have spoken of the revolution technique. This is one of the most important aspects of specific tasks, more adapted to the mentality of youth. But the technological revolution can not go alone, because technical revolution is happening in the world, in all advanced countries, socialist and no.
words, processing, technical revolution, give everyone the opportunity to come about what you most want in life, in their work, research, studies of all kinds. And the attitude to this work will be completely new type. Because socialism now, at this stage of building socialism and communism, not just to have made nuestras fábricas brillantes, se están haciendo para el hombre integral, el hombre debe transformarse conjuntamente con la producción que avance, y no haramos una tarea adecuada si solamente fuéramos productores de artículos, de materias primas, y no fuéramos a la vez productores de hombres.
Aquí está una de las tareas de la Juventud, impulsar, dirigir con el ejemplo la producción del hombre del mañana, y en esa producción y en esa dirección está incluida la producción propia, porque nadie es perfecto ni mucho menos, y todo el mundo debe ir mejorando sus cualidad mediante el trabajo, las relaciones humanas, el estudio profundo, las discusiones críticas, todo eso es lo que va transformando to the people.

Ernesto "What " Guevara

Llevadó por el Discurso en la seclusion of the seminar "La juventud y la Revolución ", organizada por la UJC del Ministerio de Industrias, 9 de mayo de 1964.

Comrades
... He also talked about the necessary spontaneity, of joy of youth, of how it - and I do not mean this group of the ministry, but in general - organized cheerfulness. It 'was at this point that young directors are made to think about what he should do the youth to be gay, according to the definition. Ed era proprio questo che rendeva vecchi i giovani.
Come può un giovane mettersi a pensare cosa deve essere la gioventù? Faccia semplicemente ciò che pensa! E' questo che deve fare la gioventù. Ma non era quanto accadeva, perché vi era tutto un gruppo di dirigenti che erano veramente invecchiati.
Ovviamente, questa allegria e spontaneità della gioventù possono essere superficiali... E non si confonda ciò che la gioventù di tutto il mondo, e soprattutto quella cubana per le caratteristiche del suo popolo, ha di allegro, di fresco, di spontaneo, con la superficialità. Sono due cose del tutto diverse!
Si può e si deve essere spontanei e allegri, ma si deve essere profondi allo stesso tempo.
also occurred in the youth of the changes. Now, my insistence on this aspect, insisting that I have expressed all the time, is that we stop being young, do not you become old theory or theorists, who maintain the freshness of youth. Be able to make your major indications of the Government from modifying and transforming yourself, you become a driving force of the whole mass movement leading brands.
It should also be a stable equilibrium and a hierarchy. This is one of the tasks they must perform the youth. A little while ago you spoke of the technological revolution. This is one of the most important tasks more concrete, more adapted to the mentality of youth. But the technological revolution, of course, can not go it alone, since it is taking place in the world, in all developed countries, socialist and no.
This transformation, the technological revolution, will give the opportunity to make more or less what everyone interested in life, work, research, study in general. And the attitude to this type of work will be completely new. Why Socialism in this stage of building socialism and communism, not you're doing just to get some good factories, but to form the whole person. The man must be transformed with the production moves forward e non svolgeremmo un ruolo adeguato se fossimo solo produttori di articoli, di materie prime, e non fossimo allo stesso tempo produttori di uomini.
Questo è uno dei compiti della gioventù: stimolare, dirigere con l'esempio, la produzione dell'uomo di domani. E in questa produzione, in questa direzione, è compresa la produzione di se stessi, perché nessuno è perfetto e tutto il mondo deve continuare a migliorare la sua qualità mediante il lavoro, le relazioni umane, lo studio profondo, le discussioni critiche, tutto questo è quello che continua a trasformare la gente.

Ernesto " Che " Guevara

Tratto dal discorso di chiusura del seminario " The gioventù and the Rivoluzione " organizzata dall'UJC (Union of Young Communists) of Ministero dell'Industria, 9 maggio 1964.

Blocked Up Nose Every Morning

Dream Horizons

The responsibility we have been friends with men, people, who for some reason they look a little above the average of common humanity, we have two major commitments: The first be faithful to that friendship that ever gave us. The second does not forget that this man is a man. Keep out of love, admiration, and exaggeration of the facts, be transform into an almost metaphysical. That Che flesh and blood is increasingly present on me with his sayings, his political ...

Conversation with HC Sancti Spiritus, Cuba - June 13, 1998

Alberto Granado

Come, fiery prophet of the dawn of wireless hidden paths to release both love green alligator .

Fragment of the poem Canto a Fidel

Ernesto "Che Guevara

The violent red flowers

Morder la tierra
Comer la lejanía
-trocito en resplandor abrazando su braza-
Ya de la sierra andaba la piel en el relieve
la memoria del humus
el viento con sus lluvias
y el vértigo en la estampa

Apartado del cielo austral
nada es ajeno
La misma libertad maternal en el verde
por el trino y el vuelo
Un eterno equilibrio desnuda los secretos
del amor primitivo, sus riesgos, los peligros
El Hombre con sus varas: lo puro y lo siniestro

Solo la tierra es dueña de sus ondulaciones
y todo cuánto late le sabe y pertenece
A la primer traición allá en Las Coloradas*
le tendió un caminito
y un útero por cráter
donde guardar los huesos
con la caja de balas
La Pacha** dio otra vida al doctor guerrillero
y la gente empezó a amparar
esa pequeña vela en resplandor

Allí, los campesinos en la Sierra Maestra
le mostraron al Che y a los sobrevivientes
que en la senda escarpada, sinuosa, impredecible
ardía la quimera de La Revolución.

* Las Coloradas: Sitio de la costa oriental de Cuba donde desembarcaron los expedicionarios comandados por Fidel.
** Pacha: Abreviatura de Pachamama.


Escambray

Al Che, The Cowboy and all
Members of Column 8. Ciro Redondo

Remember, Santa Clara, dear
those boots
The moisture of the feet of hides
soaked steps on the path
Faith in motley rags

much faith, Santa Clara, in the clearly downhill slopes

human holy drunkenness Escambray

Because your way up missing an illusion greatly
young
larger than those forests
more enthusiasm than all readings

that all high command

was tempting to look at you , Santa Clara, road-hungry

Había que pisarte con las botas mojadas
y el dolor casi al filo ardiente
de la locura eterna

Había que tocarte
con aire de gorrión sobre la rama
y besarte besarte por siempre
el corazón.


Signo primero del dipertar de América

Fue un brote, solamente,
más no el descuido fugaz de la ventisca.
Un brote
impertinente, clandestino del tiempo
y su ceniza
Fue la brecha del sueño en lo posible;
desafiante certeza de la vida,
apronte de la siembra,
no el espontáneo surco del rayo hacia la tierra

Se acurrucó en la isla por su savia ready.
She delivered all the miracle that is incubated in an outbreak with the dawn
provided in breads, in schools and gun
necessary if the prime theorists stumbles

enemies, purists friendly
grow the tree were protected by men and mothers
men, daughters, girlfriends of men.

How long to cut it down the owners of Envy,
but fear, fear today is full of nests!
will dance their seeds
is a tree that sings sings sings straight

and combat.

Somewhere in the Sierra Maestra, April 1999.


Letters arrive

Friendly news
new life

Candela opens its arms dumps its sparks the heart of the island
blooming passion tango


News arrives Cuba
sweet words are engajan shoots turn green

musicians love the plain Ply

nest shelter weary nostalgia for heaven
snowy wings apichonan violins

There are worlds in the world so flowery hand plaited
where there
springs naked dawn this country without borders
our unique

our

beat Seeds
traveling to migrate
chord cadences
disrupt
uneasiness in smiles petrify
fire and carve with the poem globe
machimbre
to root bodies.


Clapper of the fury

The joy, you know, took place of sleep, song
crowd, overflowing
A world celebration rocked the island
overheated
fists Cold War started with a stroke Hot Caribbean and Latin

heart
lights from the marginal world Barrios

blind huts and people looking up
Village itself between his shoulders

brave youth the ancient procession of fire
his inheritance among the wise
The poor writing,
the true human psalm
secret hidden in the rock preserved in the womb
mineral
work
No windfall
Guillén in Buenos Aires and El Indio in the homeland Naborí
burned blew his verses

throats gave their firings to the sound of the sun sun are

sang the deed giving birth shindig *
All choral voice of the people opened the streets

began the arduous trek
much steeper rise than saws

The oblivion to regain his blood was
for painting on History
its proclamation.

* Guateque: Voice del Caribe. Baile bulliciosos, fiesta, jolgorio.


Isla Hembra

Sube por el contorno
del resplandor que llevas
el iris musical de cálidas regiones

Te siembran lunas solas
entre playas y riscos
con semental aroma de eruptivas praderas

Tu cuerpo es tierra y greda
amasado a la lluvia
y un alfarero el tiempo
modelando la luz
que en vos vuelca la forma
femenina del sueños

Tu tropical silencio
presagia un vendaval
de amor por las entrañas
Niña joven que andas
desnuda caribeña
de pechos enlunados
iluminando América.


melted Honey

consolidate the fruit taken from the rains
recover from nights without stars and see the horizon
Watch sneak out of time to clarify

sucked feverishly for the day

Play ideolímpidos
advice of
pontifications always occur after the counter-counterattack Wait
victory by dint of perseverance


A handful of young people brandishing winds
An intrepid young men study


Walk the winding paths between paragraphs
not stray north
Redeemer building the family
Enfrente todo el frente
whence if juegue
alma ¿Qué más?! ¡Orden Commander! ... Recién
Esto comienza ...

Héctor Celano

We who have the responsibility of being friends of men, who for some reason are a bit 'above average common humanity we have two major commitments: first, to be faithful to that friendship which once offered us. Second, do not forget that this man is a man. Do not turn to affection, admiration, to exaggeration of the facts, be an almost metaphysical ... What It's flesh and blood is present with me every day, with his words, with its policy ...".

Conversation with HC Sancti Spiritus, Cuba - June 13, 1998

Alberto Granado

Come on, fiery prophet of the dawn, hidden paths without fences to free the green alligator that you love so much.

fragment of the poem Canto a Fidel

Ernesto "What "Guevara

The violent red flowers

Biting the earth
Eating
the distance-piece splendor embracing his brace-
Already the mountain went profile skin
the memory of 'humus
the wind with its rain and the vertigo


Secluded in the figure of the sky Southern
nothing is the same freedom of others
maternal
green for the trill and the flight
An eternal balance
laid bare the secrets of love primitive, its risks, hazards
Man with his drum sticks: the pure and

Only the left is the master of the earth and all its undulations
that beats the flavor and
belongs there in the first treason Las Coloradas *
held out a road and a uterus to

crater where to store the bones
with the box of bullets
** The Pacha gave birth to another doctor
guerrilla and the people began to protect
that little candle shine

There, the peasants in the Sierra Maestra to Che and
showed survivors
that steep path, winding,
suddenly burned the chimera of The Revolution.

* Las Coloradas Site on the east coast of Cuba where he landed the expeditionaries led by Fidel.
** Pacha: Pachamama abbreviation.


Escambray

Che, El Vaquero, and all participants
Column 8
Ciro Redondo.

Memories, Santa Clara, dear
those boots
Moisture between the toes soaked leathers
The steps in the path
Faith mottled

How much faith in rags, Santa Clara, down the slopes
brightly
holy human drunkenness

Why dall'Escambray your way up to the illusion greatly missed
Young
largest of the woods
more illusion that all the readings that each command

height of tempting

must beware, Santa Clara ,
with hunger walk
We had tread on his boots wet
and pain almost flush with the madness eternal burning



be touched with an air of sparrow on the branch
and kiss kiss forever
the heart.


first sign of awakening of America

was a sprout, only, but not inattention
glimpse of the storm.

A shoot saucy, clandestine
time and his ashes
was possible for the breach of sleep
challenger certainty of life,
the approach of seeding, not the spontaneous
groove beam to the land is

squatted the island prepared for its sap.
She gave birth to all the miracle that is prepared in a shoot with the dawn
ready in pigs, in schools and the gun
necessary if the flower
theorists stumbles
enemies, purists friendly
saw the tree grow and protected by men
for mothers of men, daughters, girlfriends of men.

As I felt the desire to overthrow the bosses of envy, fear
but now so full of fear nests!
the dance its seeds
is a tree sing, sing sing

erect and fights.

In a place dellla Sierra Maestra, in April 1999.


Letters

come new
friendly news
life opens its arms to the heart
Candle sparks
down his passion for the island in bloom tango


arrive fresh news from Cuba
are interwoven words
sprouts flourish musicians
Solcano the pampas love nest

keep longing for heaven exhausted
hatch violins snowy wings

There are worlds in this world so full of flowers where the hands intertwined springs

there dawns this country without borders and naked
Our unique

our

Semi beats
travel at rates of agreement They change
migrate
resignation in smiles
petrify
fire and carve with the poem terraqueous
bundles of roots
bodies.


peal of fury

The joy, you know, he's sleep walking,
song crowd, overflowing
A celebration of the world shook their fists
Island
warmed the Cold War set off by a stroke incandescent

Caribbean and Latin inflames the heart from the world
marginal districts
blind
huts and people really the people on his shoulders, raising


brave youth the ancient procession of fire
his inheritance in the writing of essays
poor, the very psalm
human
secret hidden in the rocks preserved in the belly
mineral labor
not rained from the sky

Guillén in Buenos Aires in his homeland India Nabor
sacrificed their verses
burned
offered their throats are burning in the sun to the sun are

Guateque * sang the prowess giving birth
All choral voice of the people opened the roads

began the arduous walk
more steep ascent to the mountains

Forgetting gave himself to recall his blood to paint the history

on his notice.

* Guateque: Voice of the caribbean, party, dance.


Island female

Meetings
the outline of the splendor of the iris leading
Music hot regions

you sow moons sun
between beaches and cliffs with
aroma of sowing grassland
The eruptive Your body is ground and mixed with rain

clay and a potter shaping time
light
that you reverse the female form


Your dream tropical
silence presages a hurricane of love for the bowels

Young Girls
you go bare-breasted Caribbean
inlunati
illuminating America.


Honey dissolved

consolidate the result of the rains got
Recovering from starless nights and see the horizon
Show hidden
timeless
Eagerly adsorbed to brighten the day

Listen ideolimpidi
a pontifical councils
that always occur after the victory
Wait counter-counter-shot
constancy

A handful of young people hoisting a country boasting twenty
intrepid young

Study
Walk the winding paths between paragraphs
not miss the Redeemer in North
Building Addressing family
each face
you dove giochi più l'anima Che
?! Ordini Commander! ...
Appen Cominco questions ...

Hector Celano