Saturday, September 25, 2010

Mylar Letter Balloons

Vinyl Cafe closed for a concert!!



Speaking today evil Mauricio Macri is easy.
If I have as a child in elementary school can account for how this administration rammed violently against public school. Disable the contributions that came giving the cooperative that made it possible to replace a broken glass in an instant. Today, the broken glass does not have money but with a 0800 that never arrives on time.

If you have children in high school will know that you put no money supposedly earmarked for schools that do not fall apart and our children do not die of cold in winter.

wiretapping not forget, the election of Fine Palacios, lies and contempt.
You see, it's easy to speak ill of Macri.

Yesterday I could not go to work. I could not express either. My right to work and make ends meet, pay my rent decently playing music with the pulverized Puente Celeste Mauricio Macri, who, frightened by the tragedy of the remote Beara bowling Street to its inspectors (who interrupted the concert of his friend and colleague Diego Schissi on Wednesday 22 as if it were a task force of the years 70) and closed the Vinyl Cafe Bar, saying that proved the perfect security of the facility, which met all applicable anti fire and other disasters, but the order NOTHING was clear LIVE MUSIC.
And thus closed one of the few places left in our city \u200b\u200bfor culture. A place which "coincidentally" happens to the best music no country's trade with unusual care by musician, a place that serves its customers in complete silence so as not to interfere with the music.
Mauricio Macri is closed spaces of culture. In a culture that never supported and has to be asleep Buenos Aires, thousands of artists who live here.

THIS GOOD, as the PRO would say because the people voted him and now he knows well.

The Monday 27 at 13 going to cut the Avenida de Mayo to 500 (in front of House Government) until you hear our just demands. Will, as expected, a peaceful but sound. We are music, voice and spirit of this city.

dictatorship not silence us, the less we silenced the Lord Macri!

Forward please


Marcelo Moguilevsky

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Lifetime Aspiration Benefits

2 poems of ale, 2 photos luli and 1 Pabluchas



in your neck

you remember when you were 19 years

and I kissed your neck,

had all the flowers perfume then

knew and could not stop

breathing

travel and go

lips to the sea

and swim between the sheets

to reach an island

our

dreams where we slept and we harvested

caresses.

Remember when you were 19 years old and I kissed your neck.

Now I'm sitting in the plaza,

flowers open to the sun,

perfume stabs my memories, hugs

my memories

spring brings your name .







The family of fans from heaven

Your father will water the suns shining

your father

waters orchards, carrying fruit, served your food.

Your father cooking time will come to your table,

your mother roasted cheeks smiles and loves,

your mother, attentive, harvested wild stars in the sky and sings,

sing, sing hymns a world that no longer exists.

Your brother is in the movies,

is looking at the sea fish that will sprout.

Your brother is in wheat, will shed the loaves

your brother is in the mine,

metal covering the stone that will watch, ring or bracelet.

Your brother and your sister playing in the plaza,

hungry, sing, eat, exchange figures, laugh,

die, have dreams and cold, joy and pain.

Your sister is making a move,

photos stored in boxes that no longer serve.

Your brother is in the shade,

short, inadvertently, a flower

that melts in your hands.

Your son is coming, is on this earth,

is by sunrise.




photos are www.fotospipicucu.blogspot.com
and www.elpabluch.blogspot.com