tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221952012024-03-13T07:41:02.059-03:00La naturaleza de la magiaDentro de círculos continuos......atemporal. Una mirada distinta a todo, dentro y fuera de la vida misma.HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-43505534336191414352013-07-26T16:49:00.003-03:002013-07-26T16:49:32.591-03:00<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13.63636302947998px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="color: #666666;"><b>La vida misma no es un medio para algo, es la expresión de formas de crecimiento del poder Nietzsche</b></span></span>HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-60289967949081874052013-07-26T16:44:00.002-03:002013-07-26T16:44:55.485-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-29110927861497902772013-04-18T12:30:00.001-03:002013-04-18T16:15:38.451-03:00<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Estoy sola, sin nadie más que la que llora y escribe en mi interior.... ya no más suicidios, se me están acabando las vidas.</span>HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-37969092088903317472013-04-16T12:19:00.003-03:002013-04-16T12:19:26.471-03:00<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
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<b>Una Economía Sin Rumbo.....Un País A La Deriva,........Una República Que No Es Tal.......</b><br />
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Living with the lies<br />
I never saw you cry<br />
it's that look inside your eyes...<br />
thought I saw something<br />
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Time turn me over, <br />
I've listened to your lies<br />
I've got your words to astound me<br />
Now come I'm not surprised?<br />
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Time turn me over,<br />
I've listened to our fights<br />
I've got your words to devour me<br />
Leave nothing left alive..!<br />
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Like Wendy lyrics - Another Day<br />
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Viviendo con mentiras<br />
Nunca te vi llorar<br />
Es esa mirada dentro de tus ojos...<br />
Creí ver algo dentro<br />
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Es tiempo de alejarme<br />
He escuchado tus mentiras<br />
Tengo tus palabras aplastándome<br />
Y ahora no me sorprenden<br />
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Es tiempo de alejarme<br />
He escuchado nuestras peleas<br />
Tengo tus palabras devorándome<br />
Dejando nada vivo....!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">No Place For Flowers</span></div>
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EXCELENTE......Marillion Ayer despúes de casi 20 años volvió a tocar en Argentina....Una puesta en escena divertida, rockera, melódica, canciones de todos tiempos.......</div>
HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-28177455776821916642012-10-08T01:03:00.001-03:002012-10-08T01:04:26.118-03:00<a href="http://youtu.be/w8WhkyuipSE">http://youtu.be/w8WhkyuipSE</a><br />
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Les recomiendo, próxima banda a ir a ver el 16/10 en Argentina<br />
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Despúes les cuento.............HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-55316627497812654242012-10-04T14:37:00.000-03:002012-10-04T14:37:10.926-03:00<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="color: #003366; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Siempre buscas a las ninfas equivocadas, las que fueron reales en tu pasado, las que en el presente se muestran olvidadas y ausentes .....</span></div>
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<span style="color: #003366; font-family: Book Antiqua;">"Demasiado tarde, siempre, porque aunque hiciéramos tantas veces el amor la felicidad tenía que ser otra cosa, algo quizá más triste que esta paz y este placer, un aire como de unicornio o isla, una caída interminable en la inmovilidad. La Maga no sabía que mis besos eran como ojos que empezaban a abrirse más allá de ella, y que yo andaba como salido, volcado en otra figura del mundo, piloto vertiginoso en una proa negra que cortaba el agua del tiempo y la negaba."</span></div>
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<span style="color: #003366; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Menos mal que es pasado....</span></div>
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<span style="color: #003366; font-family: Book Antiqua;">Cortazar (Rayuela "...")</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">At the Edge of the World (Pendragon) prog-rock music</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tears in the rain....</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">(Blade Runner)</span>HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-41235306476336745512012-07-12T10:45:00.000-03:002012-07-12T10:45:01.058-03:00Crímenes<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Hasta donde la realidad es ficción, o la ficción es realidad. Es la realidad real o es percepción mutable según los ojos que la observan?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Podemos ser todos asesinos?, existe el crimen sin castigo?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He leído este libro y lo <strike>recomiendo</strike> sugiero, autor Ferdinand <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">von Schirach</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">Que sea amor, no sólo cuando duermes junto a mí.......</span></div>
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">Estoy cansada de abrazar ausencias</span></div>HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-48139673043459621422012-05-31T12:39:00.003-03:002012-05-31T12:39:51.873-03:00<br />
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<i><span style="color: #93c47d;">El ser humano sometido a la necesidad extrema es conducido hasta el límite de sus recursos, y al infortunio para todos los que transitan por este camino.<br />Trabajo y salario, comida y cobijo, coraje y voluntad, para ellos todo està perdido. La luz del día se funde con la sombra y la oscuridad entra en sus corazones; y en medio de esta oscuridad el hombre se aprovecha de la debilidad de las mujeres y los niños y los fuerza a la ignominia. Luego de esto cabe todo el horror. La desesperación encerrada entre unas endebles paredes da cabida al vicio y al crimen...<br />Parecen totalmente depravados, corruptos, viles y odiosos; pero es muy raro que aquellos que hayan llegado tan bajo no hayan sido degradados en el proceso, además, llega un punto en que los desafortunados y los infames son agrupados, fusionados en un único mundo fatídico.<br />Ellos són "Los Miserables", los parias, los desamparados.</span></i></div>
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<i><span style="color: #93c47d;">Victor Hugo, Los Miserables</span></i></div>HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-30440956890387276812012-04-12T14:43:00.000-03:002012-04-12T14:45:46.865-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>The souls of heaven</b></div>
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<b>the star at night</b></div>
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<b>they will guide us on our way</b></div>
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<b>untill we meet again</b></div>
<b><span style="color: #f1c232;">another day.........</span></b>HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-24962964512688351822011-11-14T09:34:00.001-03:002011-11-14T09:46:01.381-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Percibir lo que se ve, abrir la vista más allá de nuestros ojos.</b></div>
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<b>Ver lo que se quiere ver, o ver lo que realmente es........</b></div>
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<b>Preferir la ignorancia, ver sin ver, no desangrar las ojos al mirar lo visible de lo escondido</b></div>
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"THE BUTTERFLY MAN" ARENA</div>
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He waits in the dark for lives, misguided and wrecked <br />
The catcher of innocent souls <br />
He's proud of his human collection <br />
Of losers who give up the chase <br />
Of winners who fail to look round <br />
He creeps up behind the fallen and blind <br />
They're gone! With hardly a sound <br />
'Save me - somebody reach out a hand <br />
Save me from eternity caught in the grip of <br />
The Butterfly Man' <br />
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He waits in the dark for the scent of anger or hate <br />
He hides behind ignorance <br />
And it's never for long that he has to wait <br />
A gentle caress <br />
Is enough before fear takes a hold <br />
The warning signs come far too late <br />
By then he'll have captured your soul <br />
<br />
'Save me - somebody reach out a hand <br />
Save me from the agony caught in the grip of <br />
The Butterfly Man' <br />
<br />
'Save me - somebody reach out a hand <br />
Save me from eternity caught in the grip of <br />
The Butterfly Man' <br />
<br />
'I've been here for so long <br />
Don't even know what my purpose ever was <br />
I don't even know where I belong <br />
Through the years I've been waiting <br />
Even time has lost it's meaning <br />
Don't even know where I belong' <br />
<br />
'Can't ever turn from this path <br />
Don't even know what alternatives there are <br />
Perhaps I wandered too far <br />
I've been here for so long <br />
Don't even hope for an end to all of this <br />
I have no choice, but to carry on' <br />
<br />
There you are fighting to escape from the womb <br />
Dying in the snares of your chosen beliefs <br />
Were you not set free far too soon? <br />
There you are bathing in the warmth of creation <br />
Drowning in the blood of your chosen beliefs <br />
Prisoners of fate <br />
Living in a state of sedation <br />
<br />
'Save me - somebody reach out a hand - He waits in the dark for lives, misguided and wrecked <br />
The catcher of innocent souls <br />
He's proud of his human collection <br />
Of losers who give up the chase <br />
Of winners who fail to look round <br />
He creeps up behind the fallen and blind <br />
They're gone! With hardly a sound <br />
'Save me - somebody reach out a hand <br />
Save me from eternity caught in the grip of <br />
The Butterfly Man' <br />
<br />
He waits in the dark for the scent of anger or hate <br />
He hides behind ignorance <br />
And it's never for long that he has to wait <br />
A gentle caress <br />
Is enough before fear takes a hold <br />
The warning signs come far too late <br />
By then he'll have captured your soul <br />
<br />
'Save me - somebody reach out a hand <br />
Save me from the agony caught in the grip of <br />
The Butterfly Man' <br />
<br />
'Save me - somebody reach out a hand <br />
Save me from eternity caught in the grip of <br />
The Butterfly Man' <br />
<br />
'I've been here for so long <br />
Don't even know what my purpose ever was <br />
I don't even know where I belong <br />
Through the years I've been waiting <br />
Even time has lost it's meaning <br />
Don't even know where I belong' <br />
<br />
'Can't ever turn from this path <br />
Don't even know what alternatives there are <br />
Perhaps I wandered too far <br />
I've been here for so long <br />
Don't even hope for an end to all of this <br />
I have no choice, but to carry on' <br />
<br />
There you are fighting to escape from the womb <br />
Dying in the snares of your chosen beliefs <br />
Were you not set free far too soon? <br />
There you are bathing in the warmth of creation <br />
Drowning in the blood of your chosen beliefs <br />
Prisoners of fate <br />
Living in a state of sedation <br />
<br />
'Save me - somebody reach out a hand <br />
'Save me - somebody reach out a hand <br />
Save me from eternity caught in the grip of <br />
The Butterfly Man' <br />
<br />
He waits in the dark <br />
The catcher of elegant souls <br />
Extravagant souls <br />
Belligerent souls <br />
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He waits in the dark <br />
His arms open wide <br />
Never too short <br />
Never too tall <br />
He'll take them all<br />
'Save me - somebody reach out a hand - <i>SALVENME, ALGUIEN DE UNA MANO</i><br />
Save me from eternity caught in the grip of - <i>SALVENME DE LA ETERNA AGONIA DEL GANCHO </i><br />
The Butterfly Man' - <i>DEL HOMBRE MARIPOSA</i><br />
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He waits in the dark <br />
The catcher of elegant souls <br />
Extravagant souls <br />
Belligerent souls <br />
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He waits in the dark <br />
His arms open wide <br />
Never too short <br />
Never too tall <br />
He'll take them all</div>
HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-22105298495049092732011-08-03T09:49:00.001-03:002011-08-03T09:53:16.452-03:00ESTO SUCEDE EN SOMALIA (AFRICA)<p> MOGADISHU, Somalia — The <a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/organizations/s/al-shabab/index.html?inline=nyt-org" title="More articles about Al-Shabab." class="meta-org">Shabab</a> Islamist insurgent group, which controls much of southern Somalia, is blocking starving people from fleeing the country and setting up a cantonment camp where it is imprisoning displaced people who were trying to escape Shabab territory. </p> <div class="articleInline runaroundLeft"> <!--forceinline--> <div class="inlineImage module"> <div class="image"> <div class="icon enlargeThis"><a href="javascript:pop_me_up2('http://www.nytimes.com/imagepages/2011/08/02/world/africa/SOMALIA.html','SOMALIA_html','width=720,height=563,scrollbars=yes,toolbars=no,resizable=yes')"><br /></a></div> <a href="javascript:pop_me_up2('http://www.nytimes.com/imagepages/2011/08/02/world/africa/SOMALIA.html','SOMALIA_html','width=720,height=563,scrollbars=yes,toolbars=no,resizable=yes')"> <img src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2011/08/02/world/africa/SOMALIA/SOMALIA-articleInline.jpg" alt="" width="190" height="127" /> </a> </div> <h6 class="credit"><br /></h6> <p class="caption">A malnourished child at Banadir Hospital in Mogadishu, Somalia. More than 500,000 Somali children are verging on starvation. </p> </div> <div class="columnGroup doubleRule"> </div></div> <script type="text/javascript"> if (typeof NYTDVideoManager != "undefined") { NYTDVideoManager.setAllowMultiPlayback(false); } function displayCompanionBanners(banners, tracking) { tmDisplayBanner(banners, "videoAdContent", 300, 250, null, tracking); } </script> <div class="articleInline runaroundLeft" style="margin-top: -11px;"> <h6 class="sectionHeader flushBottom">Multimedia</h6> </div> <div class="articleInline runaroundLeft firstArticleInline"> <div class="story"> <div class="wideThumb"> <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2011/08/02/world/africa/20110802_SOMALIA_GOBIG.html?ref=africa"> <img src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com//images/2011/08/02/world/africa/somalia1261.jpg" alt="" width="190" border="0" height="126" /> <span class="mediaOverlay photo"></span></a> </div><br /></div></div>The group is widely blamed for causing a famine in Somalia by forcing out many Western aid organizations, depriving drought victims of desperately needed food. The situation is growing bleaker by the day, with tens of thousands of Somalis already dead and more than 500,000 children on the brink of starvation. <p> Every morning, emaciated parents with emaciated children stagger into Banadir Hospital, a shell of a building with floors that stink of diesel fuel because that is all the nurses have to fight off the flies. Babies are dying because of the lack of equipment and medicine. Some get hooked up to adult-size intravenous drips — pediatric versions are hard to find — and their compromised bodies cannot handle the volume of fluid. </p><p> Most parents do not have money for medicine, so entire families sit on old-fashioned cholera beds, with basketball-size holes cut out of the middle, taking turns going to the bathroom as diarrhea streams out of them. </p><p> “This is worse than 1992,” said Dr. Lul Mohamed, Banadir’s head of pediatrics, referring to Somalia’s last famine. “Back then, at least we had some help.” </p><p> Aid groups are trying to scale up their operations, and the United Nations has begun airlifting emergency food. But many seasoned aid officials are speaking in grim tones because one of Africa’s worst humanitarian disasters in decades has struck one of the most inaccessible countries on earth. Somalia, especially the southern third where the famine is, has been considered a no-go zone for years, a lawless caldron that has claimed the lives of dozens of aid workers, <a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/organizations/u/united_nations/department_of_peacekeeping_operations/index.html?inline=nyt-classifier" title="More articles about U.N. peacekeeping." class="meta-classifier">peacekeepers</a> and American soldiers, going back to the “Black Hawk Down” battle in 1993, spelling a legacy that has scared off many international organizations. </p><p> “If this were Haiti, we would have dozens of people on the ground by now,” said Eric James, an official with the <a title="The organization’s Web site" href="http://www.arcrelief.org/site/PageServer">American Refugee Committee</a>, a private aid organization. </p><p> But Somalia is considered more dangerous and anarchic than Haiti, Iraq or even Afghanistan, and the American Refugee Committee, like other aid groups, is struggling to get trained personnel here. </p><p> “It is safe to say that many people are going to die as a result of little or no access,” Mr. James said. </p><p> This leaves millions of famished Somalis with two choices, aside from <a title="Times article" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/16/world/africa/16somalia.html">fleeing the country</a> to neighboring Kenya or Ethiopia, where there is more assistance. They can beg for help from a weak and divided transitional government in Mogadishu, the capital. Just the other day there was a shootout between government forces at the gates of the presidential palace. “Things happen,” was the response of Abdiweli Mohamed Ali, Somalia’s new prime minister. </p><p> Or they can remain in territory controlled by the Shabab, who have pledged allegiance to Al Qaeda and have tried to rid their areas of anything Western — Western music, Western dress, even Western aid groups during a time of famine. </p><p> Much of the Horn of Africa, which includes Kenya, Somalia, Ethiopia, Eritrea and Djibouti, has been struck this summer by one of the worst droughts in 60 years. But two Shabab-controlled parts of southern Somalia are the only areas where<a title="Times article" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/21/world/africa/21somalia.html"> the United Nations has declared a famine</a>, using scientific criteria of death and malnutrition rates. </p><p> People from those areas who were interviewed in Mogadishu say Shabab fighters are blocking rivers to steal water from impoverished villagers and divert it to commercial farmers who pay them taxes. The Shabab are intercepting displaced people who are trying to reach Mogadishu and forcing them to stay in a Shabab-run camp about 25 miles outside the city. The camp now holds several thousand people and receives only a trickle of food. </p><p> “I was taken off a bus and put here,” said a woman at the camp who asked not to be identified. </p><p> Several drought victims who have succeeded in making it to Mogadishu said that the Shabab were threatening to kill anyone who left their areas, either for refugee camps in Kenya and Ethiopia, or for government zones in Somalia, and that the only way out was to sneak away at night and avoid the main roads. </p><p> A few years ago, the Shabab began banning immunizations, deeming them a Western plot to kill Somali children. Now countless unvaccinated children are dying from measles and cholera as tens of thousands of malnourished, immunity-suppressed people flee the drought areas and pack into filthy, crowded camps. </p><p> The other day, Kufow Ali Abdi, a destitute herder who lost all his cattle, trudged out of Banadir Hospital, gently carrying a small package in his arms wrapped in blue cloth. It looked almost like a swaddled newborn but it was the opposite. It was the body of his 3-year-old daughter, Kadija, who had just succumbed to measles. </p><p> “I just hope they can save the others,” he said, referring to his two remaining children, down to skin and bone. </p><p> The magnitude of suffering could shift the political landscape, which has been dominated by chaos since 1991, when clan warlords overthrew the central government and then tore apart the country. The Transitional Federal Government — the 15th attempt at a government — is trying to assert itself and beat back the Shabab, and the famine and attendant relief effort could mean an enormous opportunity. </p><p> “It could be a face-lift for them, an opportunity to deliver services and show they are committed,” said Sheik Abdulkadir, a militia leader. “But if a lot of people die here, people will say it’s the government’s fault.” </p><p> The famine could affect the Shabab as well, deepening the fissures in their organization. Shabab leaders are now beginning to cut their own deals in the face of mass starvation. Unicef recently delivered a planeload of food and medicine to Baidoa, a Shabab stronghold. In Xarardheere, another Shabab-controlled town and a notorious pirate den, a Shabab commander said in an interview on Saturday that he would welcome Western aid organizations despite the anti-Western policies imposed by his leadership, which has been hit by <a title="Times article" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/06/12/world/africa/12somalia.html">the deaths of several prominent figures</a> recently. </p><p> Sheik Yoonis, a Shabab spokesman, said in an e-mail that the declaration of a famine was “an exaggeration.” He said that Shabab fighters were not imprisoning people in the camp, but that the people were attracted to it by “this sense of serenity and security.” He also denied that the Shabab were diverting river water or scaring away aid agencies. </p><p> Still, many aid organizations are reluctant to venture into Shabab areas because of the obvious dangers — the Shabab have killed dozens of aid workers — and because of American government restrictions. In 2008, the State Department <a title="Associated Press article" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/03/20/world/africa/20briefs-somalia.html">declared the Shabab a terrorist group</a>, making it a crime to provide material assistance to them. Aid officials say the restrictions have had a chilling effect because it is nearly impossible to guarantee that the Shabab will not skim off some of the aid delivered in their areas. </p><p> Even United Nations contractors have been accused of siphoning <a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/subjects/f/food_aid/index.html?inline=nyt-classifier" title="More articles about food aid." class="meta-classifier">food aid</a>, resulting in extensive investigations and cuts in life-saving assistance. </p><p> Western aid agencies are now trying to work through Islamic and local organizations as much as possible, but the Somali partners do not usually have as much technical expertise. And heavy fighting has erupted in Mogadishu again, making it dangerous even for Somali aid workers. </p><p> “Somalia is one of the most complicated places in the world to deliver aid, more complicated than Afghanistan,” said Stefano Porretti, who heads the World Food Progam’s efforts in Somalia and recently worked in Afghanistan. </p><nyt_author_id> <div class="authorIdentification"> <p>Mohammed Ibrahim contributed reporting.<br /></p><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/"><img src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/misc/nytlogo152x23.gif" alt="New York Times" id="NYTLogo" /></a><br />PUBLICADO EL 1/08/2011<br /> <h2> <br /></h2><p><br /></p> </div> </nyt_author_id>HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-5951389024867133412011-07-27T13:16:00.003-03:002011-07-27T13:24:01.491-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EsBDqpOfFSQ/TjA7E_zkegI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8argJr_bo8c/s1600/pizarnik1dibujio.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EsBDqpOfFSQ/TjA7E_zkegI/AAAAAAAAAF8/8argJr_bo8c/s320/pizarnik1dibujio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634068090873739778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >Poesía vertical 18</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" > Fisuras interiores, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >grietas por donde se filtra gota a gota</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >el líquido espeso y apremiante </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >de esa invasión profunda</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >que llamamos oración.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >La oración, que no es algo que se reza </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >sino una inclasificable sustancia</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >que no está hecha de un decir, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >aunque a veces se abrigue con palabras</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >o fragmentos de palabras, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >como el sueño se viste de fábulas rotas,</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >con desarticuladas historias que descarrilan al pensamiento </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >y encarrilan, en cambio, el sagrado estupor</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >que tapiza el lado oculto de los seres. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >La oración y el sueño se parecen:</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >son dos entidades o elementos </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >que gotean en los entresijos de una nada</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >que se asemeja a algo. </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >¿Qué ocurriría si se abrieran de pronto</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >esos lentos arcaduces, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >esos estrechos canales</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >por donde se filtra la oración</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >y quizá también el sueño? </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >¿Se mezclarían ambos acaso?</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >¿Un torrente arrastraría al hombre </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >desde su propio interior?</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >¿O tal vez sólo la oración continuaría goteando, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >implacablemente goteando</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >con el mismo ritmo y la misma medida </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >por la imprevista abertura?</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >Es probable que la oración sea una parte fija, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >una porción estable</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >de la naturaleza de cada hombre,</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >la aplicación de una discretísima posología, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >una cuota inmodificable como el sueño.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >La dosis establecida</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" > de una extraño y casi abrumador rescate </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >que llevamos en el centro</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >de nuestra propia sustancia.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;" >Roberto Juarroz</span><br /></div>HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-55006797568686314542011-07-01T11:30:00.002-03:002011-07-01T11:42:51.704-03:00<span style="font-style: italic;">"</span><i style="font-style: italic;">«¡Será posible! ¡Este viejo santo en su bosque no ha oído todavía nada de que Dios ha muerto!».<br />(nietzsche)<br /></i><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"¿Dios está dispuesto a prevenir la maldad pero no puede? Entonces no es omnipotente. ¿No está dispuesto a prevenir la maldad, aunque podría hacerlo? Entonces es perverso. ¿Está dispuesto a prevenirla y además puede hacerlo? Si es así, ¿por qué hay maldad en el mundo? ¿No será que no está dispuesto a prevenirla ni tampoco puede hacerlo? Entonces, ¿para qué lo llamamos Dios?"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">(epicureo)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Donde queda nuestro monismo, los conocimientos a-priori, la felicidad de la ética.......la necesidad de una mimesis con lo supremo, ......la idea de Santo Tomás - Como se logra escindir el alma, fracturarlar?, será a tarvés del super-hombre? o simplemente ...... Dios se ha vuelto loco?</span>HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-43351206154183090882011-06-23T13:05:00.006-03:002011-06-23T13:18:56.795-03:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" >Tanto desplazamiento de materia me des-arma el pensar, me desespera el no poder desesperar ante la violencia de este haz de luz.............como el ojo de buey, que no tiene párpado, aprehende todo lo sucumbe en su/mi retina, ya no tengo fuerza y ganas de cabalagar la verdad a grupas, la cínica se desnuda capa por capa como una cebolla y yo sin párpados ........ lloro.</span><br /></div>HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-6032251167691109492011-04-07T11:58:00.002-03:002011-04-07T12:03:04.413-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egZvhNocV6g/TZ3RTQNFgCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/In1Djw8V1sk/s1600/touchingthevoid460.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592856440961597474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-egZvhNocV6g/TZ3RTQNFgCI/AAAAAAAAAFw/In1Djw8V1sk/s320/touchingthevoid460.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>Será este el último interrogante:</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>"EL UNIVERSO ES UNA MAQUINA PARA HACER DIOSES....."</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;"><strong>(Henri Bergson - Dios y la Ciencia)</strong></span></div>HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-25996557605026353802010-11-11T15:29:00.002-03:002010-11-11T15:48:44.648-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tGLGQJXRGU/TNw3QMbb7KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/p0ddzpoTBdE/s1600/Autumn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2tGLGQJXRGU/TNw3QMbb7KI/AAAAAAAAAFU/p0ddzpoTBdE/s320/Autumn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538362393112603810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Tus lágrimas descienden, zurcan el abismo de los labios......como hojas vuelan, acariando todo a su paso y tus ojos hablan, dicen esas palabras que sólo entiende aquel que se presta a no oir, sino a sentir los sonidos del silencio, a escuchar con el alma y a fundirse en la espesura de las miradas.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Ahí te espero, juntando hojas........donde ningún lenguaje corrompe, los sonidos de tus ojos negros.</span></span>HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22195201.post-22335864406654670972010-08-03T11:08:00.003-03:002010-08-03T11:10:44.584-03:00<span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">A mi pequeño hijo,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Regreso, regreso siempre para que no se apague otra luz ...... y el talismán nunca deje de brillar. </span>HOLLOWAY_GIRLhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06571486385153099936noreply@blogger.com3