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mayami se lució
foto de Ángel Miguel Hernándezclick on title to see great photos of the march from-pinche el título para ver estupendas fotos de la marcha de Ángel Miguel Hernández PhotoBlog
de todas las edades
de todos los credos
de todas las capas de la diasporita...
vamos bien, por fin...
portagladiolus cubensis
HOY
jueves 25 de marzo, a partir de las 6pm
Marcha en apoyo a las Damas de blanco
Calle 8 - de la 27 Ave a la 22 Ave
Miami
en silencio y con flor en mano
alucinantes
por fin
nosotros los cubanos
jueves 25 de marzo, a partir de las 6pm
Marcha en apoyo a las Damas de blanco
Calle 8 - de la 27 Ave a la 22 Ave
Miami
en silencio y con flor en mano
alucinantes
por fin
nosotros los cubanos
The word gladiolus means "little sword" in Latin,
3.21.2010
blEEdingHeart
... you know what it means to be left alone...
People, people
Hear me go
You know what it means to be left alone
Yeah, people hear me people
Do you know what it means to be left alone?
Not even a love to call your own
A little understandin'
Lord that's all in the world I need
Understandin' and a little bit of lovin' baby
That's all in the world I need
A misunderstanding of a no good woman
Yeah, lord they've both caused my heart to bleed
Yeah
Every mornin'
I can hear out of my window
The blues come whinning
I can hear the blues call my name baby
Every mornin'
Every mornin'
You can hear the willows weep and mourn for me
Lord now, every mornin' you can hear the willows weep and mourn for me
My little girl has left me
That's what caused my heart to bleed
That's all that caused my heart to bleed
Bleeding heart
Lord that's too bad I have a bleeding heart
Please come back home to me baby
People, people
Hear me go
You know what it means to be left alone
Yeah, people hear me people
Do you know what it means to be left alone?
Not even a love to call your own
A little understandin'
Lord that's all in the world I need
Understandin' and a little bit of lovin' baby
That's all in the world I need
A misunderstanding of a no good woman
Yeah, lord they've both caused my heart to bleed
Yeah
Every mornin'
I can hear out of my window
The blues come whinning
I can hear the blues call my name baby
Every mornin'
Every mornin'
You can hear the willows weep and mourn for me
Lord now, every mornin' you can hear the willows weep and mourn for me
My little girl has left me
That's what caused my heart to bleed
That's all that caused my heart to bleed
Bleeding heart
Lord that's too bad I have a bleeding heart
Please come back home to me baby
3.20.2010
musamujeres 5
golpeadas, acosadas, ultrajadas, pero ellas siguen...del blog de asuntos cubanos, Penúltimos Días:
PD: EL primer reporte del quinto día de protestas, de Notimex. En La Jornada.
PD2: Los reportes de EFE y El Nuevo Herald.
3.19.2010
3.18.2010
musamujeres 3
Cuba/Damas de Blanco: "No somos un movimiento político" BBCMundo
pero igual les dan palos, pa'seguir la costumbre...
PLEASE sign - por FAVOR, firme HERE-AQUí
/ el manifiesto que exige la liberación de los presos políticos y el respeto a los derechos humanos en Cuba/
to express your support for HUMAN rights in CUBA
pero igual les dan palos, pa'seguir la costumbre...
PLEASE sign - por FAVOR, firme HERE-AQUí
/ el manifiesto que exige la liberación de los presos políticos y el respeto a los derechos humanos en Cuba/
to express your support for HUMAN rights in CUBA
3.17.2010
musamujeres 2
these "ain´t" no criminals CRIMINALES son los que las oprimen
these are REAL WOMEN mothers wives daughters
fighting for their LEGITIMATE right
to peacefully protest against
the violation of their HUMAN rights
by
a totalitarian imposed un-government
PLEASE sign - por FAVOR, firme HERE-AQUí
/ el manifiesto que exige la liberación de los presos políticos y el respeto a los derechos humanos en Cuba/
to express your support for HUMAN rights in CUBA
3.16.2010
still skipping THE light fandango...
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see.
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as wellve been closed
She said, Im home on shore leave,
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by the looking glass
And forced her to agree
Saying, you must be the mermaid
Who took neptune for a ride.
But she smiled at me so sadly
That my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love
Then laughter is its queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
Turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see.
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as wellve been closed
She said, Im home on shore leave,
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by the looking glass
And forced her to agree
Saying, you must be the mermaid
Who took neptune for a ride.
But she smiled at me so sadly
That my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love
Then laughter is its queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed lyrics by Keith Reid
3.15.2010
hambruna
hoy en
t u m i a m i b l o g
de om ulloa
prev. publicado en revista contratiempo, n. 38, p. 32 (2006) y
y
Vocesueltas: Cuatro cuentistas de Chicago, 2007
quien no sabe lo que es pasar hambre con el estómago lleno ni se lo puede imaginar. hasta que se sienten las tripas estrujarse e inflarse en su interior mientras la cabeza da vueltas y escucha la mente soltar eructos de pena. mientras, como él, se camina bajo un sol aniquilador y ve cómo caen los mangos y los aguacates de la mata, olorosos, maduros, saciando el hambre de todos menos la suya propia. ...
hacer clic en enlace para el resto,,,,
t u m i a m i b l o g
de om ulloa
prev. publicado en revista contratiempo, n. 38, p. 32 (2006) y
y
Vocesueltas: Cuatro cuentistas de Chicago, 2007
quien no sabe lo que es pasar hambre con el estómago lleno ni se lo puede imaginar. hasta que se sienten las tripas estrujarse e inflarse en su interior mientras la cabeza da vueltas y escucha la mente soltar eructos de pena. mientras, como él, se camina bajo un sol aniquilador y ve cómo caen los mangos y los aguacates de la mata, olorosos, maduros, saciando el hambre de todos menos la suya propia. ...
hacer clic en enlace para el resto,,,,
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prettyINpink... toujoursOK
Gentlemen Of Bacongo: The Societe Des Ambienceurs et des Persones Elegantes - le SAPE clic link for more info...François Luambo Makiadi (Franco) a giant of African music, clic link for info
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