Preparativos previos a una riña de gallos en Cité Soleil, Puerto Principe.
lunes, 30 de agosto de 2010
Haití, 1993
Futuro incierto. Aeropuerto Toussaint Louverture en Puerto Principe, balseros que huían hacia Estados Unidos fueron interceptados por guardacostas de este país y reenviados a la isla.
Haití, 1993
Futuro incierto. Aeropuerto Toussaint Louverture en Puerto Principe, balseros que escapaban hacia Estados Unidos fueron interceptados por guardacostas y reenviados a la isla.
domingo, 29 de agosto de 2010
Rusia hace 100 años en color.....
Mi amigo Federico Spataro de la Embajada de Canadá en Buenos Aires me envió este link, por favor, tómense unos minutos para mirar estas fotos.....
http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2010/08/russia_in_color_a_century_ago.html
Jueves 26 de Agosto, C. C. C.
En un recordado espectáculo Les Luthiers nos decía "véanlos antes de que crezcan", y ahora yo digo: "Escúchenlos antes de que desaparezcan". La Banda Sinfónica de Buenos Aires corre peligro de exterminio debido a la política de Mauricio Macri de retacear fondos para su funcionamiento.
sábado, 28 de agosto de 2010
Buscando en el archivo encontré esta verdadera "Perlita". La calle es Roosevelt, aunque podríamos pasar por alto ese error.... pero Buenos Aires, Bs. As. Brazil..... como que es un poco demasiado, no? Sobre todo cuando viene de un diario como el The Washintong Post. Tal vez lo más increíble es que llegó igual!!!!!
domingo, 22 de agosto de 2010
The Doors
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...fuck you
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end
sábado, 21 de agosto de 2010
EL JUEGO EN QUE ANDAMOS Si me dieran a elegir, yo elegiría esta salud de saber que estamos muy enfermos, esta dicha de andar tan infelices. Si me dieran a elegir, yo elegiría esta inocencia de no ser un inocente, esta pureza en que ando por impuro. Si me dieran a elegir, yo elegiría este amor con que odio, esta esperanza que come panes desesperados. Aquí pasa, señores, que me juego la muerte.
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Al timón del Essaouira, 1977
Pacifico sur, en ruta de Papeete a Hawai, donde nunca llegamos! Hermosa aventura, pero jamás me voy a olvidar los primeros días hasta que me acostumbré al movimiento, me sentí el ser más miserable de la tierra!
jueves, 19 de agosto de 2010
Sonrie, Mauri te ama....
Jueves 19/8, para mi tranquilidad....? No gracias Mauri! prefiero la intranquilidad de saber que no estoy tranquilo....
miércoles, 4 de agosto de 2010
Hecho en Buenos Aires, 3/8/10
Andrés Martinez de 19 años vendedor de "Hecho en Buenos Aires" y Daniela González de 18, ambos padres de Lisandro de 1año y 3 meses. En algunas ocasiones Daniela lo acompaña en su recorrida.
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