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16. International Meeting of Oral Narration

"Storytellers and Storytelling"

A me me ago Buenos Aires story began

From 29 April to 1 May 2011 Public

Aimed at amateur and professional storytellers, researchers, writers, publishers, educators, librarians and the general public. Objectives

• Oral Narration Rate in response to the different areas where it develops.
• reflect on the place of storytelling in the arts and culture.
• promote actions that encourage the consolidation of the movement through: sharing with writers, space for reflection, workshops, performances and media attention. Enhancing
• storytelling from the growth, learning and training tellers to prioritize their professional role.
• offer an open space for exchange between different areas tellers.
• favor the expression of the Youth Tellers and open exchange with their trainers.
• Side from the storytelling, the declaration of Buenos Aires as World Book Capital 2011.
• recognize the importance of reading habit to the narrator's choice of repertoire with adequate resources and improve theoretical and technical implications of the passage of writing to orality and the scenic area daily.
• contribute to the consolidation of the Movement of Oral Narrative from a cultural event of the hierarchy of the International Book Fair of Buenos Aires.

MORE INFORMATION:

http://www.el-libro.org.ar/internacional/culturales/encuentro-de-narracion-oral.html

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A story at the entrance!

NOTHING BETTER THAN A STORY TO START THE DAY. In the garden
901 of Patagones, began this morning (Wednesday 30) with a story. Anita was a gift from mom Roco Quintana, a student of the living room of five.

attentive ears to hear "A tale through which the wind"

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2011 BUILDING WELCOMES PARLIAMENTARY SUBCOMMITTEE TO STUDY THE PROBLEM OF MORTGAGE DEBT

The Embassy of Ecuador in Spain welcomed the announcement of the creation of a congressional subcommittee that deals with analyzing the problem of the mortgage debt in this country, including the possibility raised to recognize the "payment in kind", ie the cancellation of the mortgage repayment to the bank of a home purchased with a unaffordable loan.

The announcement was made president of the English Government José Luis Rodríguez Zapatero, al aceptar el planteamiento del portavoz de Izquierda Republicana de Cataluña (ERC), Joan Ridao, al término de la sesión de control parlamentario del ejecutivo celebrada en la sede del Parlamento el miércoles, 23 de marzo.

Ridao había recordado en el Hemiciclo que entre 2007 y 2010 han sido embargadas en España “más de 250.000 viviendas” por culpa de créditos concedidos sin garantías, y agregó que si una vivienda está bien tasada, devolverla al banco debería ser suficiente para saldar esa deuda, como aseguró que ocurre en otros países del entorno de España.

The concept of "payment in kind" had been proposed almost a year ago by the ambassador of Ecuador, Galo Chiriboga Zambrano, the April 6, 2010 held a meeting with the Deputy Governor of the Bank of Spain, Javier Ariztegui, to express concern about the situation of thousands of English families, and Ecuadorian residents in this country, whose mortgages were being prosecuted for having fallen in arrears, due to the economic crisis in Spain.

On that occasion, the diplomat said that the origin of the crisis in the mortgage debt is in facilities that once established banks to grant loans, the valuation of the price of homes purchased, funding more than their total value, high rates of interest and acceptance of cross guarantees, in some cases personal guarantees without sufficiently strong financial position .

Subsequently, the ambassador, accompanied by the Superintendent of Banks of Ecuador, Gloria Sabando, went back to the Bank of Spain, and also the Ministry of Economy and Finance and the ECSC (Confederation of Savings Banks) to reiterate the his Government's position in favor of is solutions to the situation of those affected by mortgage debts, insisting on the "payment in kind" as a possible partial solution to the problem.

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MEMORY AND THE MUSIC NEVER

Notes taken from BLACK RIVER READING PLAN of the proposed made for high school in 2010.

Censorship especially pointed to the Argentine artists, from iconic rockers such as Luis Alberto Spinetta, Charly Garcia or Leon Gieco, to folklorists politicized Horacio Guaraní, Ariel Ramirez and Cesar Isella. "I like the pit" to Spinetta, "Friday 3:00 a.m." Garcia or "Love Song for Frances" and "Tema de los Mosquitos" Gieco, up the long list. Most striking are the prohibitions of the melodic and depoliticized Sandro, Palito Ortega Cacho and Chestnut.

dictatorship which left 30,000 missing as bodies human rights, relaxed the control of the spread of Argentine songs in the media, from the war with Britain over Falklands (1982), when he banned music in English.

These are some of the songs banned

• "Face cheat, bum eyes" (Cacho Brown)

• "Free love ( Camilo Sesto)

• " Chamarrita of milico" (Alfredo Zitarrosa)

• "Tunes Manuel Rodríguez" (Vincent Bianchi and Pablo Neruda)

• " My Moon" (Manolo Galván)

• "Scrooge Barrio Norte" (María Elena Walsh)

• "Companion me" (Alberto Cortez)

• "Just yesterday (Moris and Pipo)

•" My (Nicola Di Bari)

• " Mining Blood "(Horacio Guarany)

•" wire triumph "(Carlos Di Fulvio)

•" Comrade "(Charles Aznavour)

•" Heap "(Catullus Castillo)

•" Cross of Light "(Daniel Viglietti)

•" Bésame love "(John Lennon and Yoko Ono)

•" Take your mother "(Queen)

• " You think I'm sexy?" (Rod Stewart)

• " Little Superman" (José Luis Perales)

• " The song of fools" ( Katunga)

• "Raise your flag " (Ariel Ramírez)

"MEMORY" Words and Music: Leon Gieco Old loves are not, the illusion of those who lost, all promises to be, and that in any war fell. Everything is kept in memory, dream of life and history. The deception and complicity of genocide that are loose, clemency and endpoint the beasts of the inferno. Everything is kept in memory, dream of life and history. memory awakens to strike asleep peoples who do not let them live free as the wind . The missing being sought with the color of their births, hunger and abundance that meet, the mistreatment by his bad memory. Everything is stuck in memory, spine of the life and history. Two thousand eat for a year with the cost of one minute many military would no longer be slaves for the price of a bomb into the sea. Everything is stuck in memory, spine of the life and history. Click memory until they bleed, peoples and the tie not let go free as the wind. All the dead from the AMIA and the Embassy of Israel, the secret power of arms, looking justice and not seen. Everything is hidden in memory, shelter life and history. was when the churches were silent, when football was ate everything, parents and Angelelli Pallottines left their blood in the mud. Everything is hidden in memory, shelter life and history. memory bursts to overcome peoples the crushing and not let it be free like the wind. The bullet Chico Mendes in Brazil, 150,000 Guatemalans miners facing the gun, student repression in Mexico. Everything is loaded into memory, weapon of life and history. America souls destroyed, killing boys squad, Mugica torture of every city, dignity of Rodolfo Walsh. Everything is loaded into memory, weapon of life and history. memory aims to kill the people that are silent and do not let fly free as the wind. GOING OUT OF BED TO LIVING Charly García You can ride in a limousine cut flowers garden you can change the sun and hide if you do not want me. You can see sunrise caviar from a hotel and you have a little love to give. Moving from bed to living closure feel going from the bed to the living. You can jump from a springboard to break a record Skid you can get a goal, you can take your moon heaven can be a great champion play in the selection and you have a little love to give. Moving from bed to living closure feel going from the bed to the living. Oh no no no no no vibration even live in the world of cinema no signs of something that lives in me. I'm going from bed to living closure I feel going from the bed to the living. war maneuvers Crazy Train Order 000, 418 Sweepstakes Order 001, 754 Sweepstakes Order 002, 845 Sweepstakes That morning I woke up a few funky numbers rumbling And without even realizing You were a new soldier Many dreams were cut Other diverged Suddenly you enrolled in a ship And I heaped military service, give me yuck! love of country! Take your weapons! To kill! Where is the enemy? I deleted? What changed? A serious ball was Among officers, corporals, sergeants and lieutenants They have enemies! And they have opposite are lefties, fucking, heads And especially, black balls Take up arms, love of country. Kill! Order 019, 727 Sweepstakes Order 020, 419 Sweepstakes No enemies, no banners, no boundaries Lieutenant, the slogan is: Kill everyone! spent the long, long time: By the blood of the colimba Carrasco came to nothing But in my mind still the lingering memory of the kids Falklands, missing Poor forgotten, the survivors ... Soldiers were rewarded with a shot chapita That morning, when I raffled Your days are numbered with those fucking numbers tied you life to a distant destination, a strange country forgotten In a cold mud, dough bodies April 2, national black day ... Sometimes when I look at this life Turned and no values \u200b\u200b me want to escape I look back and forth trying to find responsible for? " Beasts of the process ideals burned books Besides Benedetti Cortázar and took us to the '82 war nothing to rescue, only to count bodies.

"MOTHER'S LOVE" Lyrics: Leon Gieco / Music: Luis Gurevich dignity Upholding Peoples defeated, opening roads between sleep and horror, are giving birth lot more life in which truncated Forever young we look at the photo of yesterday and today. And tomorrow will fire burning in the feet forgetting, silence and forgiveness. Van jumping puddles all pain that bled, scattering faith, Mother of Love Many are the saints of God behind bars and so many murderers to enjoy this sun All screams bounce between voiceless. Silhouette and cathedral bells and clock. And tomorrow will covering his eyes to heaven not to return to mourn Van across this destination between ignorance and value light in the darkness, the Mothers of Love DINOSAURS Charly Garcia neighborhood friends may disappear; the songs of the radio may disappear. Those in the newspapers may disappear; the person you love may disappear. Those in the air can disappear into thin air. Those in the street may disappear in the street. neighborhood friends may disappear. But dinosaurs will disappear. I'm not quiet my love, today is Saturday night, a friend is in jail. Oh, my love! world disappears. If heavy, my love, bring all that lots of luggage in hand, Oh, my love! I want to be light. When the world throws down is better not to be tied to anything. Imagine dinosaurs in bed. ARGENTINA Sound Dirty Sometime ago time ago, here was all wrong, humble slave, could not breathe, could not go to the corner, because I had a Falcon, all disappeared never heard anything. was a see Argentina. Military on the streets, military, at home, military, church, military, where fences, punished people tortured tortured all they disappeared never heard anything. was a see Argentina. Vos spoke against them, as I heard scream, saw your eyes in the mud, your parents crying , hearing the shots, throughout the morning, all disappeared never heard anything. There a see: hell Argentina, Mori a look: In a hell in Argentina. not bombard BUENOS AIRES Charly García bomb Buenos Aires No we can not defend. The kids in my neighborhood are hidden in the pipes to heaven spy wear helmets, curries mambos listening to Clash. I'm afraid the blond now not to whom shall I fear later. Terror and distrust games by TRANs by the gray bellies, by the desire for the rancid cribs cribs to If you want to listen to the BBC even want us to do at night and if you kiss me once, can I get on your car. But do not bomb Buenos Aires. I do not want the world Cinzano not lose faith I have I treparte but nothing happens I can not even eat a steak and feel good. The Ghurka is progressing old TV still the heads of the boys take whiskey the rich while the workers do mass in the Plaza like the time like the time If you want to listen to the BBC but we do want night and if you ever kiss me, I may be rush to your car. But do not bomb Barrio Norte!

ONLY ASK OF GOD Words and Music: Leon Gieco only ask of God the pain I am not indifferent, that dry death not find me empty and alone without doing enough. only ask of God wrong that I am not indifferent, not slap my other cheek after a claw has scratched me this way. only ask of God that war I am not indifferent, is a big monster stomps All the poor innocence of people. only ask of God that deception I am not indifferent, If a traitor can do more than a few, that those few do not forget easily. only ask of God the future I am not indifferent, Hopeless is the one to go to live a different culture. only ask of God that war I am not indifferent, is a big monster stomps All the poor innocence of people. I THOUGHT IT WAS THE CIEGUITA The Twist, Pipo Cipolatti was a Saturday night had silver and hot I said old Aprovechá 're young and went to the cinema to see a horror I went out, hailed a taxi, and went (there). I went in Esmeralda Sarmiento and bought a pack of pills Renom in that I feel that a man called me back when I realized that there were six very well groomed, well dressed and with a Ford (green). We a building and behaving quite correctly subjected me to a brief interrogation that lasted nearly four hours and a fraction - made too late, they said - no collective ... - Stay! (Please). Three days live with them in a good way, I said: Go! me back my shoelaces and my belt of them had not asked them why he left ... promised me it secured ... They repeated ... - We'll meet again! REPRESSION Violators beautiful land of peace, love and warmth Football Beautiful People, roasted wine and so is the Argentine people. Censorship old and obsolete in films, magazines and comics. Festivals and boring Concheta where the fun is lost. Suppression around your house Repression in the kiosk at the bakery Suppression Suppression 24 hours a day. Weeks long sacrificed Hard work pays little Unemployed nothing happens where you are, beasts, the desired equality? Pizza Repression Repression Repression bakery cafes Repression, I do not want Suppression Suppression Repression Saturn Pluto Uranus Repression Repression in the Sun DISAPPEARANCE Los Fabulosos Cadillacs Someone tell me if you have seen my husband asked the lady called Ernesto and has forty years working as a laborer in a car business dark shirt and trousers wearing clear night out and has not returned and not because they think this before I had passed. three days I've been looking for my sister called Altagracia like Grandma left work for school was wearing jeans and a white shirt not the boyfriend, the guy is at home do not know it the police or the hospital. Someone tell me if you have seen my son is studying medicine called Augustine and is a good boy is sometimes stubborn when he thinks have stopped, do not know what strength striped shirt, white pants passed before yesterday. Clara Quiñones called my mother she's a good soul and does not interfere with anyone it have been a witness on a matter which is nothing more me and I was to surrender this afternoon and now I saw not know who took the barracks. Last night I heard several explosions and gun shots from a revolver fast car, brakes, screams echo of boots on the street touches of door gods complaints, broken dishes were giving the soap opera that is why nobody looked pa ' out. Ostrich. Where to go missing in the water and looking in the bushes and it is disappear because we are not all equal and when he returns the missing whenever he brings thought it is called by pressing emotion disappeared inside.

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Friends share these notes in the week in memory. The magazine drew from IMAGINARY. http://www.imaginaria.com.ar/12/4/destacados.htm

Some people think that bad and sad things are best forgotten. Others believe it is good to remember, that There are bad and sad things will not happen again because of this, because we remember them, because they do not cast out of our memory. "
Graciela Montes
The coup and the kids

March 24 is the Day of Memory in Argentina. Remember this date the fall of democratic government because the military coup in 1976 imposed a brutal dictatorship in the country. As part integral to the cultural life of Argentina, the world of literature and books for children and young people suffered the ravages totalitarian state, which was expressed, among other atrocities-censoring authors, banning books and chasing publishers.
Since the return to democracy and for its consolidation process, some authors expressed in their works, both fiction and gender-testimonial in various facets of this national drama as a legacy for younger generations. It is a way of not forgetting, of knowing what happened, to preserve the collective memory the right of citizens to live in a society where freedom and justice will never again be enslaved. We offer a relationship
of articles that appeared in Imaginary on this topic. These materials are referred mostly to situations which have occurred in Argentina but also owing to their similarity terrible-we decided to include two articles that refer to the Pinochet dictatorship in Chile. Roberto Sotelo

Children's books banned by the military dictatorship in Argentina. Fragments of the issue A blow to the books (1976-1983)

Texts from the issue A blow to the books (1976-1983) . Includes testimonies of women writers Laura Devetach , Elsa Bornemann and Graciela Cabal ; of Augusto Bianco editor and translator, and editor Daniel Divinsky .

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Fascicle A blow to the books (1976-1983)

About exhibition "A blow to the books (1976-1983)," Management General Book and Reading Promotion, under the Ministry of Culture, Government of the City of Buenos Aires, has edited this issue supplementary texts and images related to the content of the sample. The issue was conducted by a team (Marcelo Almida, Ursula Kaufmann, Ezequiel Grimson, Fernando Molenaar, Marina Orlandi, Adela Ponce de León, Silvia Roldan Rodriguez and Julian), coordinated by Judith Gociol.

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An elephant takes up much space , Elsa Bornemann

During the last military dictatorship in Argentina, October 15, 1977, a decree of the Board ordered the banning of two books for children. The move also involved the kidnapping of the editions and copies circulating in bookstores. It was An elephant takes up much space of Elsa Bornemann and Birth. Children and love of Agnes Rosenstiehl, a guide to sex education for children. In a tribute to the former, Imaginary presents history data and the cover of the first edition.

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The people who did not want to be gray , Beatrice Barnes Doumerc and Ajax

The people who did not want to be gray , with text and illustrations by Beatriz Doumerc Ajax Barnes was one of the books banned during the military dictatorship in Argentina between 1976 and 1983. We present two pieces of text, with accompanying illustrations.

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Opening windows to other worlds. Interview with Graciela Montes

by Gladys Bravo

"Knowledge and power are related, a person who may know more. One of the pillars that sustains the unjust power is in ignorance. When it is not known how things work there is more room for injustice, if one is aware it is more difficult to subdue. Those who exercise arbitrary power, no authority, would be keen to avoid that knowledge. "
His treatment of issues such as power, democratic institutions, human rights, is developed by Graciela Montes in this report which is reproduced in the magazine Education in our hands.

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Devetach Interview with Laura. Or how to write in the sand and build a landmark tower

by Elisa Boland

"There are so many ways [of reading literature] as people, probably, but the important thing is to address the literature can be addressed art, music, dance, pictures, ie a dive, a 'be', a letting go and in any case the discussion will after or simultaneously. "
Article reprinted from the journal La Mancha.

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When fiction comes from hell

by Antonio Skarmeta

" Often writers are faced with a terrible question: What really happened like? Readers seeking the truth behind the fantasy works. They know that literature is a peculiar way of dialogue with the world and expect to find signs on the shared experience of living in this world, understand it better. "
Chilean writer recounts the process of creating your book composition, inspired by an incident that happened during the Pinochet dictatorship.

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composition by Antonio Skarmeta, illustrated by Alfonso Ruano (Caracas, Ediciones Ekaré, 2000)

Review by Roberto Sotelo

"This story is set in a Latin American country in the 70's . At a first glance the book, the author's nationality and the uniforms of the soldiers presence evokes dark memories, sad and probably sent to the adult reader enthralled to Chile by the Pinochet dictatorship. Anyway, the story and the pictures may be common to any country that has been ruled by fear and intolerance.

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The Sting and the boys , Graciela Montes (Buenos Aires, Ediciones Bermudagrass-Colihue, 1996)

Review by Sandra Comino

"The book is divided into two parts: first, the story chronicles the events from the 1976 coup, the history of the Mothers of Plaza de Mayo and World Cup 1978 as a cover-up the reality of state terrorism and the beginning of democracy, the government of Alfonsin, the trial of the commanders, the laws of Punto Final and Due Obedience and the pardon granted by Menem in 1990. On the other hand, a corpus testimonies of children, missing children, provides a set of voices that have a difficult time. "

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"Read why in the XXI Century? In search of the book that bites

by Sandra Comino

"An old proverb, which survives from the fifties, says that" The books do not bite '. And I wonder, does not bite? And remember I heard that as a child in school: 'Read the books do not bite. " And I wonder: a story like 'The plant Bartolo' by Laura Devetach , which frightened those in power, will not it bite? "

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First International Festival of Storytelling

HABLALAPALABRA
FROM 26 TO 28 MAY 2011 in Neuquén.

HELLO, long ago we were planning to organize from the School of Oral Storytelling Patagonian a Storytelling Festival and this year we decided, let's post a few days the formal invitation, but this also holds informal, from Thursday 26 to Sunday May 29 we made with people in our school's first Storytelling Festival Tales "HABLALAPALABRA" organized by us (which we love so much), the program is summarized as follows:

THURSDAY 26 MAY

* morning: opening and stories in the Blue Room of the Library of the University of Comahue (which sponsors us)
* A few days ago in schools, colleges and libraries in 10 towns in our area, Rock, Allen , Fernandez Oro, Cipolletti, Centennial Plottier, Senillosa, Cte. Cordero, Cinco Saltos and Neuquén!! * A night
told in two theaters of Neuquén (The Wind and the actor) storytelling all of Patagonia (coming from various locations)

FRIDAY MAY 27

* A morning and afternoon We have 30 schools in Neuquén and Cipolletti

(hopefully reach more than 10,000 students between Thursday and Friday)

* At night told in two theaters of Nqn (The Wind and The actor) guest storyteller Patagonian other provinces and abroad. It also presents artists from other disciplines (musicians, artists, mimes, clowns) who have joined us at the festival

SATURDAY 28 MAY

During the day three workshops and a round table and night dinner and campfire guitar and stories

SUNDAY 29 MAY

(Sunday night FREE until) close at 20 pm. a told (tell that to stay and us) in the new Teatro Cipolletti "The Magic Box"

If you are interested in participating and want to see how you can register or connect to this mail

festivalcuentosnqn @ hotmail . com.ar or cell phone 0299 \u200b\u200b- 154-641-588

Registration for the Festival and 3 workshops will cost $ 100.

To the comrades who need it is a registration fee of $ 200 ( THAT CAN BE MADE UNTIL MAY 13, and we will be sending to the parties concerned, the registration form and account number on which to deposit this sum of money) and which includes three workshops, internal transfers to places of presentations, in temporary shelters x 4 days, lunch on Thursday, Friday and Saturday, and a gift more, heh heh, surprise ...

For those who want to share their stories, we offer you have in 1 School on Thursday afternoon, and another 2 on Friday, each school will go with 3 storytelling more, ah, and also count the Thursday or Friday in one theater for adult audiences, are 2 stories of no more than 8 minutes each for presentations in schools and the same in the theater.
s If you have acquaintances that might seem interesting to the festival please send the invitation.

hope to see you in May telling the valley of the Neuquén and Limay!! cuentacuentero hug.

HABLALAPALABRA Organizing Committee. Patagonia School of Oral Narrative.

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STARTED IN MADRID WORKSHOP "PROJECT GPR" DRIVEN BY THE GOVERNMENT OF ECUADOR TO IMPROVE THE EFFICIENCY OF THE STATE.

Madrid began Monday in the workshop of the project "Government For Results - GPR" involving ambassadors, consuls and heads of Commercial Office of Ecuador in Western Europe, together with consultants and experts arrived from Quito, two days will be devoted to coordinating the implementation of this project promoted by the Ecuadorian government to improve government efficiency.

The meeting began with welcoming remarks by Ambassador in Spain, Galo Chiriboga Zambrano, diplomats and visiting consultants, to whom stressed the importance of the project as a set of tools, processes and integrated telematics support that will develop the strategic management of government efficiency. The workshop, which will link with another meeting scheduled for the next few days in Vienna with Ambassadors, Consuls and Commercial Attaches of countries in Central and Eastern Europe, including the validation of the preliminary operating plans and objectives, indicators and targets that had been developed previously in a series of virtual meetings held via videoconference. The coordinators of the meeting made brief introduction and then participants in the workshop of Madrid began to analyze the diagnosis and prioritization process, the systematization of the Operational Plans of each of the embassies in the GPR, the validation of investment projects, identification, assessment and risk treatment. According to estimates, the RBM Project will be implemented in a period of two years in all public administration institutions of Ecuador, including diplomatic and consular missions abroad.

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Why is everyone blaming me for what happened? I just wanted to take the coal to the flea market to be able to sell. I never wanted to hurt him, he was already used to carry coal, never felt upset, he was ready, he was very willing. You learn to know them well, you already know when they do not want to carry something, alert and ginger up her big eyes and bow their heads. But he was not loose, it smile every time I leave the ranch saw ready to cut wood for charcoal and accompanied me to load and carry. I always helped him. I remember that the poor always scared when I heard the train coming, when I heard the whistle stopped and shook his head in disapproval. Many times I also said that the train was loaded with coal, but that was not wood coal, coal that took him out of the bowels of Mma-land, "it was like opening the bowels of my mother and get to smash the gut. People say my fault, because he had a lot of coal, which was heavy, which was much for her age. What age? if he already had seven years, what happens is that it looked cute for the care that I gave. Also he knew and I know that carrying the same amount of carbon in all the early morning Monday.

He and I never got used to train and I think people on the other hand, in the village, either. Or goats, neither children nor nobody in this place. Since I have memory was already here, crossing the Peninsula from Uchumüin-South-North up Wüinpumüin say down to the sea and that is a big boat and takes the coal that the train was carrying, and then the train back to get more coal scraping the insides of Mma-la land-, which keeps the blood of our births and the umbilicus of newborns. My tata says that the train passes were the cemeteries of many families, but the train did not care, because he had to go out there, simply because the bones could be carried from one place to another and make a new cemetery, more beautiful and whiter than before, but the train could not do another way, no, he had to go out there and this was done, aja ... and this was done, the train keeps going every day and Las Mañanitas on Monday.

When I had to return to the village, it was like two days, I saw his blood was already dry, Kai-sun-is responsible for roasting and making the pool of blood in a dry husk of a color that has no name, perhaps dark, very dark, almost black, no, maybe dark purple, I do not know what name can be that color, color dried blood. Coal was still scattered on the floor. At that time I did not mind the bags of charcoal that were opened as if they were glued with saliva and not sewn with string, I only cared to cross quickly when I saw the train, I thought I had time, I actually had time, we would have had time both thinking about getting across the railroad tracks if he had whistled the whistle as he always did, and still does every day and the early mornings on Monday, but two days ago did not.

was the first time we had it so close, we always we kept the distance, we were always away from him as he passed and still I feel the power beneath my feet, moved my blanket, ruffled my hair and he moved his head in disapproval.

Rukarria Epinayú, claimed on several occasions Mushaisa, the donkey that the train had run over, but those of the train argued that where the accident had occurred there, a big banner, big, in which he said, says Wayuunaiki , the language of the Wayuu, "NNOJO PAAPÜIN PIKII Sunaina OUKTA `U Supun TÜRENKAT SULU. Which means: "NO TURN YOUR HEAD TO DEATH BY TRAIN." But Rukarria Epinayú "Is not know sign." GLOSSARY


Mushaisa: Means Coal.
Rukarria: My name Wayuu
Epinayu: Clan Wayuu, whose totem animal is the deer, but some argue it is the donkey but the donkey arrived with the English.

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WHERE ARE THE PRINCESS?



"In an anonymous princess. Because all I could do for you was this little story, that your innocence will be printed on sheets of paper and thereby fend off the dragon, even a hard fantasy "

From where I'm from the Princess do not live in a beautiful castle, we have a court of honor, and we are daughters of kings. Nor do we live on the lookout for great dragons throwing fire from their huge mouths. Where I am, no witches enchanted apples offer or give us roses whose stems have thorns that make us sleep poison for centuries. Nor is there any princes that we awaken from long slumber with a kiss of true love.
The smell of coffee in the morning made in charcoal stove and the smell of wet earth smell remind me of where I am, where I come from. The smell of my house with mud, dirt floor, Yes, this is my castle , mud, dirt, surrounded by a valley of sand and the sea.
Princesses here do not inherit thrones, nor walk in floats. Do not have a royal escort. Our tears will never become pearls. Our kisses did not turn into a handsome prince to a hideous toad. Our hands did not turn to gold the grass dry, but they do like spiders weaving. We do not have a magic mirror to tell us ... You're the most beautiful in the universe! Why be beautiful, whether here in this valley of sand does not count. No witches crystal ball predicting our future, but we do have dreams that we announce events.
When girls, we started the pichiguelos of tunas and iguarayas of desert cacti. We swam in dams, run through the valleys of golden sand and our tracks are erased by the winds from the northeast to turn them into the desert dunes. Only traces of the dunes become princesses. But when the moon Kashi, penetrates us and makes us bleed, we are locked. At night we heard our laughter as a child carried by the wind, never to return. We cried and we rebeldizamos in confinement, because an evil spirit we behave like that ... That spirit has to leave, do not give comidad and exits. _Dicen Grandparents. So just give us bitter brew chicha Cerrera and until we throw up and that happens only when we begin to dream waleket-the spider teaches us how to weave. When some time passes we forget to play, we forget to laugh, just knit and knit these days of confinement, moons until we lose count, just waiting for the day out.
Just over one summer, my older sister Sumaiwa left the prison and I have not seen since. On the third day of his imprisonment ended a chief about 60 years saw her and loved her. I had never seen, did not know her name or where he was, nor where it would lead. My sister and we cried with her princesses. Where do you take that horrible old man, the dragon, the most beautiful all the princesses?
spent some moons when the dragon came back with four cows, two mules, fifteen goats and some gold necklaces for Mom and tuum. That was the Sumaiwa feat. Desperately asked if they were changing. No! They shouted. It is the marriage of Sumaiwa! The animals would multiply and be supported by your sister if she is widowed or abandoned by her husband. The necklaces are for the blood she shed at birth.
_ but she did not want, do not know.
_ I did not know your father, nor your grandmother and your aunts to their husbands. That's the way aquí._Contestó mom.
Sumaiwa, went crying Mawui mounted the mule Dad gave him. The desire to kiss Sumaiwa has become that old frog prince, as in the tales of princesses who learned to read here.
end of my confinement, while everyone slept, ran out of my castle, with all that the maiden Waleket, the spider weaving taught me in my dreams. Follow the laughter of girls northeast wind takes never to return. I followed the laughter of the beautiful Sumaiwa and laughter of small Weinshi that still plays in the valleys of sand. I kept my laughter and never returned. My footsteps became desert dunes nobody knows, I think, to where I was.
Today I see the princesses walking around here through the valley of cement, but tomorrow and not see it. Asked the pretty girl who sold crafts at the door of a hotel Riohacha, but nobody has seen. Someone told me that she had been given an old cacique of two million pesos a mule and a necklace.

... Today I want to kiss the beautiful princess turn into a handsome prince to that old toad, and ... if this is not so in this horrible toad CRUSH A DRAGON!

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WOMEN OF BASIL

This makes the landscape: Put
sky above, sky by two halves.
A flock of clouds, a lone tree, put a line in the middle,
but far, far away, and let me stay in solitude for her.
For look at the sunset, because it, for nothing, to see again doves simple, twilight
let me on this shore, where I look in
and where I have as a child's blood, let me be the clay, I know
the air, between being and nothing, I get to be quiet.
A package of silence where the wind is delayed.
Stone, stopped for a moment, he always leaves a little dust partner.
A beach of goodbyes, a tired dancer, who a thousand years ago called eddies.
and spins, spinning on one foot at a distance.
This makes the landscape, looking at the source, sky above the eyes and under
blood if I have to have, the sacred offices, I have to make bread, kneading
early, cover it when the sun climbs to the birds.
And let it grow as the fruit slowly in October, patriarchal
the shade of trees. If I have to have the wood of the quebracho
oven warms me from the red to white.
when they come I have mine in the rain, I have
bread wheat and I sound like petticoats. I have that if I put it like a sun on my children
table blinking, dazzled
laugh until I bring a Ollada of locro smoking,
and my man the bread on your chest bigger and there between their voices laborious and dull look
slow down the moon slices.
So, if I remember, the passage from memory, I remember apart,
I remember and I do not remember, I filled the dishes away from the sound,
as looking back, like behind the handkerchief, and while the fried roll red pepper
feel that suddenly collapses oblivion, ay ...
And a year spent dreaming ..... basil
happens that ever happens, the year womanizer, a maiden walking
without looking up, and learn from the old touch of the blind.
A guard at the ear some mischief, pitting
bee a fairy funeral, basil seed bank of the canal sound
until all the bulls loose carnival and more then shoots
Pujllay sadness and never know who burned the skirt.
The thing is that sulfur is the senses, and right there in espaldotas fall to spring. Carnival is
devil knows all the tricks, nipping at the forts innocent of flour,
chaya you so much joy to the poor multitude simple, that everything is just Ash Wednesday.
Then come the tears, come back everyday and if lucky, one has
who ronde houses, the faster will soon have to stop the ranch, because it comes
Fall vidala tired.
mine all to gather at the table and tell what I have with the fingers of the soul.
moons were long and the children grew and death could not give us back the tobacco.
This is nice when everything returns to your site, clear the memory
is broken in the spoons,
all I figure how to pray alone,
and is as if we ate inside a bell. Back
expected night stop in the walnuts.
And a scent of basil, goes up into the wind.

ARMANDO TEJADA GOMEZ

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