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WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 29

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Response to Statement by Chancellor

Wednesday September 29, 2010



Following the statement released by the management from the Chancellor's decision, communicate the following:

Occupancy Rector is part of a way claim the various branches of IUNA for bigger budget and a definitive solution to construction problems. We went through days
art, demonstrations, roadblocks and footage of sites. Each of these measures was determined in democratic assemblies, departmental and interdepartmental by hundreds of students.

From successive instances of dialogue with the Chancellor, the High Council and the Ministry of Education, we have the rental building Rocamora, the possibility of a second rental and the possibility of buying a home. While this is progress, the building does not solve the deficit Rocamora building infrastructure of the headquarters of Yatay raised by the report itself of the rector and the other two scenarios have not materialized so far on a specific project.
The advances made were not made by several years of management but through control measures driven by students in recent weeks. This is hidden in the statement of management. The meeting

Superior Extraordinary Council on 23 September, students asked the rector assembly of a comprehensive resolution of construction problems of the sites of IUNA to submit to the Minister, order that was voted against by the Council.

addition was required to lead a document signed with the progress of recent weeks, a document that did not appear so far. Finally we proposed the implementation of an artistic journey of claim against the Ministry on Thursday 30 September, accompanied by a request for meeting with Secretary of University Policies, which are presented the project that the Council refused to approve. The day was approved (without presentation of the project). Our leadership voted against the realization of the artistic journey.

The only proposal of the Higher Council address the crisis of buildings is the formation of a committee to follow up the efforts, without deadlines or targets. Propose only a commission, dilates resolution times and evades the responsibilities of management IUNA. Besides the High Council took the assignment to decide on how they should be elected student members of the committee, seeking to delegitimize the assembly process of the seats.
understand that dialogue is the search function concrete solutions. We call on our leadership to a meeting with students and the Ministry in search of a solution with a definite timeline for their implementation.

Interdepartmental Assembly

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Interdepartmental Assembly resolutions made at the headquarters of the rectory on 28/09 in a position to take

Agenda

internal organization of the Rectorate taking control

Plan

By moving the court approved the last meeting, interdepartmental (held at the headquarters of stones) of Callao and Santa Fe and Corrientes Azcuenaga, cutting off Santa Fe Avenue at 7 am
POSITIVE

By opening the entrance door of the rectory, with the consent of the Security Committee, adjusting to events that could endanger the measure. POSITIVE

That
claims being made in writing through petitions are attached photographic and / or audio. POSITIVE

delegates
That there students to be responsible for carrying information daily from the rectory to each of the academic units. POSITIVE


By cutting the Santa Fe Avenue (intersection Azcuenaga) on the day of the date (09/28/2010), at the end of the assembly. NEGATIVE


By forming commissions security, food, cleaning and release / distribution function of taking the rectory. POSITIVE

That there are two committee responsible for fulfilling the role of delegates and to organize the operation thereof. POSITIVE


That does not manipulate any document or enter any office, nor were such phones are used or computers (except in cases of extreme need). POSITIVE


That the security committee is comprised of at least two representatives from each academic unit that can account for those who want to enter the rectory, not conflict against the safety of students who are holding the shot. POSITIVE


to generate a commission to draft a document, which establishes a racconto control measures driven progressive over the past five years, and their answers, leading to the present decision of the Rector and the five academic units taken today. POSTIVE





Interdepartmental Student Assembly meeting in the Rectory

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UPDATE: Today is going to arrange a meeting with Secretary of University Policy, Alberto Dibbern. We need to approach many people as possible to make visible the claim (we do an intervention, it will cut the road).

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Rectorate request

Buenos Aires, September 28, 2010

The Rector of the National Institute of Arts Prof. Liliana
Demaio:

Students Interdepartmental Assembly meeting demand:

· A comprehensive project that includes time-bound solution to the emergency edilicia as well as solutions to medium / long term by buying definitive buildings required to meet the needs of all academic units IUNA

· Formalizing the budget for the realization of these proposals, with deadlines set writing.

· That authorities undertake to require the Ministry Education increased budget to meet the needs of IUNA.

Based on the above and given the urgency of the claims, we request is formalized with a written response to 5 October 2010. Sincerely yours and awaiting an urgent response Atte salute.

Interdepartmental Student Assembly

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URGENT:

Tuesday September 28, 2010

Press Release:

TAKEN THE GOVERNING IUNA

Students of National Institute of Arts (IUNA) claim for its own building and higher education budget.

Today Tuesday, 28 September IUNA students take the rector of our university while holding five seats of IUNA taken without cessation classes. These measures were decided in meetings which involved hundreds of students from all departments of the Institute as result of not having received any response by the departmental authorities and the management of the Rectorate. The venues are taken Movement Arts, Folklore, Visual , Teacher Training and Audiovisual. The samples are held for 28 days for lack of a concrete, comprehensive and time-bound, by IUNA authorities and the Ministry of Education. This occurs in the context of student movements in secondary, tertiary and university to defend public education against the budget that has drowned out by the National Government and the Government of the City of Buenos Aires.

Students struggling we stand for the democratization of co-government bodies, against the depletion of art and culture and the privatization of education. Not the end of the race, enough of postgraduate fees. We denounce the persecution of the students in struggle, down the blacklists.

demand:

• Increased the education budget and money from it.

· comprehensive solution construction problems. Proper building and for the entire IUNA.

call upon you to come near the rectory (Azcuénaga 1129) on the day of the date.

On Thursday September 30 will make an artistic journey of claim against the Ministry of Education after 14hs.

Any questions or queries can communicate via mail to: difusioniuna@gmail.com

Or at the following numbers:

Eye Contact: 1531283835 Alejo - Lorena 1565974533

Audiovisual Contact: Mariana 02920-15650675

Contact Dance: Ana 1563073324 - 1536304185

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Multimedia Contact: 1531842422 Matías

Contact Folklore: Luján 1561839935 - 1557629782 Natalia

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THE STEERING * *

La vi  aquella mañana de agosto por primera vez, se encontraba frente a un pequeño espejo y se pintaba los labios, sonreía con su sonrisa de roedor que años mas tarde iba a ser tan oportuno recordar. Daba ordenes con su voz de marcado y acento campesino, si, acento paisa, propio de los de Sevilla y Caicedonia . Hijita barra bien , - vea mijita if you're not used to sweep and takes years to do so!, I will, because the others had not seen the dirt, see, see that, gas! Look at the mess - Just spoke to Omaira and so would be to all, was the new leadership. - Yes, dear, "that I can help you? - , he said with a hint of phonetic freefall, with that mijito that would be repeated so much and would hate, with that cloying tone of people who like her were hypocrites, and where the word had falsetto double connotation.

Dr. I replied, - I am history teacher and I come to look over their shoulder- . Sure! later I understood that we would all be available and how! - Sit millet, sit no longer grows " . I sat down and began to observe his chubby face, her hands full of trinkets, your neck with necklaces of questionable design, vapid chatter with that voice! My God that voice! He told me roughly from his personal history with particular way to emphasize its strength, will, in its disregard for consensus - Democracy is a farce , said and repeated, - should always be someone who sends and who obey - because otherwise things do not go, you know mijito? Do you already have an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat I want to do in this institution? Is not it? "Yes ma'am I replied presaging the worst.

And faith that would be!, You have to endure to keep a job, to eat! Damn!. The institution was a technological teaching center, located north of the city, a small factory of technologists, whose board included the word professional to give credibility to their poor training, was in the process of growth, ie, the business was triggered by this reason she was, in command, and that rare specimen, typical of these latitudes, I would assume the role of female Faust, he sold his soul the devil, and around the corner, averaging forty, at that age when all seems lost. A plump demon in his little kingdom, which was built in his image and likeness. But she had not always been so, not without nostalgia remember when I played Basketball Ball and was of good scorers from school, she had to lie on his shoulder the house when her mother died, ended up raising their siblings, and sacrificed the best years of his life in this work, until he met the musician, She and a musician!, with the gunner's ear and the feeling of a soldier that ran throughout the body. But such was life, life always manages to create a paradox, but others say that she wanted was someone who plant, but these are the fables of the people, full of hatred, full of resentment as she and fears, leading to see enemies even in their own shadows.

The truth was that it took the institution, with an iron hand and placed it came to producing investment. Gradually managed to tricks of all kinds of workloads, it was important for a little man in big belly and a proverbial ignorance for anything other than the technicality, the Malabar rhetorical-legal policies; the designed the legal parent specimen shielding the institution against any labor claim, a partnership which bore fruit, as success was assured. Meanwhile I repeated the desiderata class to class, allowed to be used and ventriloquist made me what I asked the institution.

Omaira looked at from the position that was more or less behind the seat in which I was listening to the Doctor. His little faith in democracy and their plans for us, was the first time I saw her, the lady in the bathroom cleaned with infinite curiosity every corner of the office, I knew it was very easy to say that the floor was dirty although the shine, it was very easy to say that did not serve to bring a red or, if given well please, I also began to know, nodding as she said, moving only the head and head movement was accompanied with a but of course!. I needed that place, all we needed and we all would face to keep it was then when I met Robert, a deformed man, thin, round face and bright eyes, red hair and Indian features, a setup that was easy to imagine as belonging to the people who are products of mixed marriages, had a good voice record, it gave him a strange personality, one did not know where that voice came, rather that tone contrasted with the rest of his personality, he also fell in battle consuming and routine in the daily struggle. You could see from afar their bedrock form of wanting to look good at all costs, to win points with rhetoric borrowed from a program adviser familial early-morning radio. The students filled hurtful anonymous due to their knees, drew him like a pig. He organized the events from the perspective of a schoolteacher in a poor neighborhood, circus tone in each performance in laudatory adjectives that filled the leading lady, who was not left behind in poverty conceptual, his speeches were tinged with obscene Images taken from the popular proverb paisa, distasteful words tangled with the explanation of the new pedagogy that would implement the new pedagogy that would be reduced as usual, talk given by a researcher from a university local, who spoke English with a French accent and tone of his hometown, back in Boyacá . Him for a good pay, would be provided to serve as a crutch in their efforts dictatorial theory, postmodernist rhetoric coated.

Piracy is also typical of intellectuals, we all have a price, that was the slogan, you can buy postgraduate and masters, and can sell his soul to the devil. There was such an ugly, like all his sayings, which she repeated, - I do not make pies but I do know who makes them- That was the size of our misfortune, disgrace me. Being a teacher had no difference with any other profession, we were the intermediaries in the sale of a modular education package, the great pedagogy in which the investigator of yore spent their time, could be summed up in that.

had then a speech to every audience, there was this, the simple and plain, the dialectic of the shopkeeper, the purchase and sale, there spoke the Boyaca and bred, in others the same, but with a French accent and an unparalleled number of citations. Do you think that really spoke to anyone? There was talk himself, tricked us, and was charged. Going through the mirror where the leadership contemplated, which is referred by name and nickname, the money provides some unbreakable bonds and paradoxically ephemeral! This will change , continued our character, going to change all, or we go! , and kept looking Omaira not know if I go on making shine to the floor, or walls. Then he looked at Don Roberto, your personal host, your singing voice, his spokesman, who contrived pompous voice, virtual character, to suggest something already known, something she had already said and then repeated this scene that seemed rehearsed - you if I understand Robert, a teacher like you is what I rather want everyone to be like you. Life is very hard, I thought to myself, while the chubby red hair and blue eyes turn red with delight.

time had run, as usually runs in the tropics, leaving the sad feeling of freeze, but that occasionally shakes us to get us out of the usual lethargy of those cycles of wages, holidays, that all was well and at the same time, everything was changing, that and the same thing. Students crowded into the halls as irrefutable proof that the business was. The midday sun made it impossible for the normal and the implementation of any education, resorted to educational outings to museums, parks, supermarkets, anything, any event served to flee so that overcrowding, that environment had become unbearable to the achievement of objectives that the new contract. A psychologist had imposed, with that quality has also made Japanese companies like Toyota.

cold calculation was to bore the oldest, to download job responsibilities, to end once and for all with a non-authoritarian thought, if there was any in this regime of terror which resulted always in the hackneyed phrase threat: - millet not kick the lunch - and it is to kick the lunch was not agreeing on things and no background, no, it was not agreeing to ban anything out one minute before, chatting with friends on the patio, where he regained his tropical nature Kafka, Kafka was then a writer of manners in our midst, it was funny to see how their families are so characters, their fears are an everyday thing in our daily routine. Be an insect or a dawn thinking ourselves, was the most normal thing in the world, blame us for anything was common, daily bread, because they had to kick the lunch, of course! But is that the institution wanted the best for us, its first president and then president after his brother. When she declined the post, just wanted our good and we were not up to much kindness by stealing your money by not being in the classroom point in going out for red, speaking in the corridors, in late to work, and were a minute, that minute hurt in the depths of his heart safe. That's why she was there to remind us at all times. You know how hard that's the thing on the street, you understand the sacrifices we make to have a good academic load . The martyrdom of each semester, the struggle for academic load for the modules, in triplicate, in the days of morning, noon and night, there we were fighting, because as I said in one of the happy delivery of academic load, we we had to behave ourselves with our customers, "students read," provide an excellent customer service, satisfied customer brings more customers, and here came the unspeakable words of folklore own Seville: smell the pecueca of others but not ourselves , was not a phrase or Bourdieu or Merieu, we would not dream that woke Ruusseau, as we asked the investigator for the contract, the trickster unfair, the Boyaca and bred. We should just remember that smell of feet.

was one of his famous quotes that gave me burning, where the pre-announced, we acquired all its ineffable force leadership and personality Most notable was the typical paisa midwife in charge of a coffee farm one day of harvest. I had never been aware as today, how much pain they cause some people to pay a salary, that absurd feeling that they are stealing, they are losing money as they say all the time, when we gathered in the famous days of integration . That's why she was there, so this strategy infamous get each other to fight for the job. To compete for the modules, each module has a contract and you do not have anything fixed!, Just the idea that if he wants take away his academic load, and comes back and plays Kafka, anything you say, is the special system recruitment determines how, where and when, you are worthy of their pay, is the pedagogy of hunger. But I will not dramatic, it is not, the question is what is the attitude and aptitude of our character. Returning to the principle that I hardly know.

Omaira continues to clean the floor, the floor shines but if you feel like it tells you is dirty, already had said it is the speaker plump and enter other teachers, there is a with a faint resemblance to Bin Laden, she repeated that the fat of pompous voice is as close to perfect teacher worthy of our institution And I wish everyone were like him! And the students? This abstraction takes the form of names, numbers, subject to the flesh, people, human beings, living, dream, enjoy, suffer, endure a sick society, sick with hate, they are in need of hours and hours of reflection, a humanism that might save them from a terrible fate. They need love, to feel welcomed by the school only sees them as clients and teaches them the quintessence of the war the market, the greed of the struggle for subsistence, education trompe moving as they move goods they are our goods, our customers-out reign of terror of the fight for survival, that we reflect, "they look in our mirror. These thoughts haunt me as it approaches the other end of the year, another end of the second period. I remember that morning in May when I first saw her painting her lips trembling, I'm in his new office, many things have changed, she bought the tickets that the education authorities to justify its position, may we say, following remain the same, with their own sayings, now feels more comfortable, has left as she imagined teacher, could oppose their dictatorial destination.

Omaira But still cleaning floors and over again, the walls again and again, others and others have had to go - to steal money elsewhere!, the time of the institution is sacred! - my time in the institution ended that morning at the end of the first period. Why? A who wants to know why? I already had told me mijito repeated again and again, not know how much pain they caused me to make that decision, but his attitude mijito . - My attitude repeated, that it was the attitude and fitness, your attitude and your aptitude. I walked out the same door we had entered many times, everything was the same, nothing was the same, the tropics have that, that time is another thing, the leadership remained in the meeting by repeating his speech, now tempered by the pecueca is its relationship with pedagogy and books, only bad smell generated by its attitude to the world .

* By: James Quintana (Santiago Cali, April 1954-September 2009)

The lady of the picture accompanying this story is Martha Jaramillo Leiva dean FADP personaje him which he is inspired by the story.

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of Sali aquellas office and the place he loved, thinking about everything that he thinks he has lost something valuable. The losses are deaths, this place had many days and hours of my life which I now saw was a carnival parade bitter, saw those who participated in the construction of this facility like me, also the characters in this masquerade healed their smiles, their mouths glued just grotesque, by the deceitful words coming out, speaking at the major events. Move slowly towards the cliff of his own ambitions.

remember at this moment the friend and associate different thoughts and actions, I see him on his bicycle as a child, laughing as a child and lectured as a good man, upright, from the caves, away from a teaching report, monstrous, kidding by the desire for productivity. Yes something learned is put on the hat and take it away to his memory, I see now with your newspaper hat, surrounded by those students who really loved him because they saw in him a friend, a companion, someone to whom could trust, also observed in the costume parade a woman who fights with his condition in every movement of her body, the new contract, is dressed in military and military walks and talks, as if a group of recruits under his command, she does the dirty war, because it does not matter, because it is very male-do you can say it is very macho? - I do not know, but there is, for it brought her, that's his job, back it with his conscience, is so insignificant, despite the potential value in other ways.

pass. Come in, walk the trails of my mind many images of these years, are some more vivid than others, is the courtyard of the old school of Our Lady of Pilar, the de Chamorro, in the sixties, it is this same venue, of my memories and dreams of another personage nondescript bland, which also crosses as a frankenstein female - they call that scalpel beauty Beauty "? But still my images, come together, fight each other to take precedence and be contained in words, are the myths and legends of the yard, like the old cloister nun, saying she had appeared on moonlit nights. Just as the rumba, the frenzy of parades poor and poor women full of beads, and students are happy to do nothing. Because it was better to do nothing so useless thing to do, because not even take the trouble to explain that this is not a university or anything like it. I left that office, go through the doorway, now filled with guards, sat on the smooth low wall of brick that is in the portal, earlier had been the lady who serves in leadership, there was living my little death, other teachers approached him happy not to have been dismissed them, they would have more modules to play, beating their complacent hands.

Then I remembered the story of Ray Bradbury tells the story of a man who was persecuted for telling that there had been a better world that they were living, a world where you could enjoy a different life, not many deficiencies and many affections that was enough to be persecuted, harmed the workplace, damaging the normal development of a society where a massacre had occurred. What has this memory? Well, because Bradbury also tells us to read, write, became a measure not well seen, freaks, says in Fahrenheit 452, because this society is a society that thinks burning the books in full screen, the virtual screen in fire technology in the game of an image that is like a labyrinth, a maze of mirrors, they call this teaching, we are visual!, yells a chorus of hungry creatures, malnourished by the lack of digestion because they can not digest what you have not read, and prefer to open your eyes, eat as much junk found in the media and is chronic constipation ... and in front of them, do not guess what those are? Our remarkable personage pompous voice, that of minor events and unnecessary and that of the face like that of Bin Laden, but discreetly hidden behind the bulky figure of the patron, is that he knows all to survive in that surreal-virtual world, I would say - but of course awful! - say our good friend there in heaven, if heaven exists, because if there had to be invented habérselo someone, can I? Yes, I created this, just for him, so he could be here in this story.

Carnival has not ceased, and as Zalamea said Grow! Grow! the audience and from your sky Look well, this terrible spectacle, where the art teacher walks with his caminadito of it I do not give, I give do not give, but in reality Who cares if given or not given? But believe it all, despite the snows of time and settled in their one hundred, as the tango - do you remember when you said I would return as related as it was Chile when it established the rule of terror Pinochet? "That they were police everywhere, anyone who became an informant, and then returns the memory of Kafka, and yes you are right, in the tropics feverish and sleepless, - here and can not believe neither in God - because those who believe in God are those who feel they have the power to command, surveillance and punishment, that's the power of education called all theories are good lip service to that of the educational subject, that of the little question that if we can live together or to teach if, but how?, they will meet the easiest, is a card marked the ineffable leadership,! as we teach! "answers" and the choir and the ventriloquist, repeat the platitudinous desiderata of the pedagogical model of the internationalization of the institution and this word to be pronounced, like sparks spit blows from their mouths, with a smile like a scar of shame attached. All of this is novelty, is preached and not practiced, it becomes a transforming power, - But who is going to transform if they have accumulated so much wax in their ears that are deaf to anything other than the sound of the registers ? - And every morning as Mr. K, we woke up feeling like some insects and the fear that we chopped off life, say, "Taking away a bicycle? Or so they say here in this country when they get to take our lives, it was for something until fall to see the body, but we are not laying again dramatic, let us return to the drill, the carnival, carnival time, passed since the carve-up of the modules, the teaching hours of the integrations, which tell us how much we want, where they make us feel that dependence acanalla. I'm sitting on the wall at the main entrance, private security and soldiers are guarding the electric substation is one day in June, is the day that we announce who stays and who goes, the time come I recall these images, is the moment of truth, as they say the fighters, a simile lucky, because this is a shed itself of a circus fights, I imagine it with me, look right ... There's a heaven where my partner valid, transparent and clear, blue as any sky and the sun shines in all its splendor. In the stands the village, in a special balcony, governs the plaza the President and the rest of the arena is divided barrier contrabarrera alley, and the stands, where the respectable blood cries speech twisting bull, full of flattery and pretending to be an art, which called on spoons, both there and here we talk about teachers of art, both there and here is handled supposedly scholarly jargon, the bull is the big hurt, the poor bull is the king of jokes Party is a disastrous party, where he teaches in an obscene manner: torture. The bread and circus, said then the Romans, here comes the fun. Here we are then, a market day, the square filled, the barrier and the contrabarrera happy with their pockets full, and the sound is awful, people shout, curse, calling for the death of the animal, the teachers walk in ridiculous costumes, close to the body, comply with their thirds, pass from one to another third, each is more degrading than the other, prepare the beef for destasadero, once the issue dies, people ask trophies, ears or tail and celebrate soaked in the blood, reconciled to life, the President decides the awards that were amputated as a reward, to the skill, the victimization patient, methodical and cruel. I lift my eyes to heaven like a prayer, and I see you there in the deep blue sky this afternoon where I am on this wall, I think your words such good days were around the church of Santa Monica, where it watched over my brother Cesar, "worth the mention, you said that this image of the bullfight, it was the image that best spoke, I visualized, our behavior, our thinking cannibal, of wanting to devour each other, that of rendering an act of torture party, a macabre ritual in daily life - what can be taught in a country that wakes up with the news of the war? - - How the struggle of the strong against the weak? - do the buying and selling of human beings and consciousness, of anything goes?. This is Canibalia friend here is all against all, this talk is forbidden, say only if it is to shout ole!, if it is to go with the flow, because: not fool mijito to What do you care? Thinking is dangerous. We must kill the bull, to hoods, to get the body, not to be gored, learn the primer passes have or might have, knowing we are that memory pedagogy with the jargon. But of course! in short enjoy the party! Enjoy the party is ignoring Mijita! More is known that much if you do, much as bullfighting and let you fight, you stick your lunge, take it out of the ring, the marginalized in the party. Then why waste time, repeated and scolded me for my spirit controversial. That I did see many times, and you smoked you smoked, and we got into the rum, such riendazos coming to the soul, just as today in the atrium of this church finally see you again where you got off your blue sky crepe paper to attend this match, which was also yours. Ours, what did you expect? Do not you see me and have me in a painting that looks like the heart of Jesus, and that he was already out, and I had been taking everything! - But now they need only say that miracles do, and if fruit set, as to make me holy, and change of business, so this reality, so are-,-yes, that is, lose one-and That is not all bad, that's be pragmatic, we are idiots who never learned and never learn, you will die like me without a penny, and maybe say you were good. "That if you do not answered, so if you do not! - Tell me I was never good, say for example, that was intelligent, that intelligence had wasted my writing these stupid things, or reading, is that for serving whether we vision? Or that was the worst teachers because they did not teach anything., "A couple" That tiresome old students told them everything except what we had to say. Well we did say so many things and they changed so many times.

Finally! "Too bad I did not take a photo-pruning, the would be happy here next to these words, it would be both in the atrium of this church, in front of the institution they love so much, because institution means students , students, the magic of the classroom, this relationship where the word occurs and is embodied reflection in learning.

Those pictures you made, thousands of them must be somewhere, alchemy lab where you piled students, who were in search of the miracle of light in a dark room, where they heard many times your sketches and metaphors about the caverns, phone readings were wise before you sumieras in a deep skepticism. The reason I said it before and I can not say now, now, when the morning dawns and stained with violet hills and I have to install in your heaven, to continue with my story, to continue giving way without nostalgia all these experiences that become carnival in masquerade, as it should be, not to invoke both evil spirit.

* Written by Santiago Quintana. Santiago de Cali-Colombia (abril1954-September 2009)

This text was written in honor of his colleague and friend of Michelangelo, who died at the hands of a man who stole her bike. All places or persons named in this text are real. The place belongs to the Foundation Academy of Design Professional, the lady in question is Martha Ines Jaramillo Leiva-chancellor of the institution.

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Mourning Sun Moon Mirror

had a larger moon in the middle of the world.

eyes I was lost looking

The moonlight filtering through people

I never tired of seeing the emergence

That was, perhaps, the time

feelings and the words under the dreamy effect of the past

mixed with the voices of always

Soft, rubbed moon

puffed mouths, wet

iridescent stars

transparent bodies in the water at night

I wanted to raise his hands to lighten the image

But my legs held me like stone

other hand I wanted to raise

and was falling slowly

Side until he was resting on the ground

as a crutch holding my shoulder boning

This is my death I thought.

Earth in ruins in front of me

My eyes barely a memory flipping to another

Blurring This

I have a mouth full of ground when you stand in front

But no matter

The sun goes down turning on things

And I returned as

So no matter

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Cities

Here now looks like a rainy day

De Cali

dirty streets

waterlogged and

Round

badly dressed people, the sky

Grey

Opaque

Poor

With a little

Cold

Wind

cafes full of cigarette smoke and auto

City ugly and poor as all

These blondes, brunettes

Foreign

all the same under light rain ugly da

In southern countries.

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The man who was and was a tree man

The image is of a man rummaging through the land

With his golden ring urges the end of the earth

The groom, the plant again.

The gaping hole is

Rocks, roots, worms, hunger.

That man is me and my desire.

invisible nails, blistered fingers

arms full of hair and spider

In the background is up more land his elbow

More desire, more poetry.

The gap has earned his shoulder

hereby embedded.

man is close to the ground

Perpendicular and blind to it

The sun turns it, man not a tree

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The Man Without a freely articulated fingers into the earth.

was hurt, lost his fingernails, your fingers.

His blessed hand

no blood, no nothing, the man pulls his arm.

And again the man who digs.

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P-00039 code Provenance: City of Buenos Aires, Argentina E-00024

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rarbol The sins of my father *

With full house unveiled its new documentary about Pablo Escobar (1949-1993) in the cinema club Palais de Glace in Buenos Aires . The same is developed from the point of view of his son (now Sebastián Marroquín) and his wife, his daughter does not appear at any time and whether his name is mentioned in one or another opportunity.

The documentary starts in a Buenos Aires province ( Tigre ) where his family has a nice house with river views. Marroquín, the main narrator of the story has not changed paisa accent and nothing is physically very similar to the father the same stomach and face. " Yes repentant tone is showing one by one the photos, recordings, memories of his father who, is proud and embarrassed by the other side.

The film wants to show the side of a common man with a father who was not so. A young man despite the silver-not that it has-but I assume that should have, he has lived since age 16, the age when his father died, in exile and without much chance of returning home.
Not at all feel sorry for him, despite that the documentary gives for wanting to feel it, because as he is the thread of the story, it also come to tell their children the experience of Galán (1943-1989) and the Lara (1946-1984 ), who had been perhaps the most honorable and parents who were victims of violence, illiteracy and Escobar, like so many other less famous but equally unfortunate.

worth seeing this work because it is well done, because they can see faces that were known 20 years ago and what happened to their lives and because basically the children of victims and victimizers are reunited and change history of suspected priests.

* Original title: Sins of mi padre / Argentina - Colombia / 2010-92 minutes

Director: Nicolas Entel.

Actors: Carlos Galan, Claudio Galan, Juan Manuel Galan, Maria Isabel Santos, Rodrigo Lara, Sebastián Marroquín.

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closed their Turkish

Turks closed their

I do not know it is true that closed or not. When you see a title like this you think that people from Turkey closed something that belongs to them and may actually this has happened. But no, the Turks is or was a petty little restaurant at the beginning of sixth Avenue Cali in which spent all my childhood.

A year ago I do not like the month of September from a year ago because it brings me bad news, poor so to speak, and this month that will bring a little more than a storm mythical as the Santa Rosa , which each year begins, perhaps, one of the most beautiful seasons of the year, spring, do not like. I do not like the storm even though the colors of the storm are stormily romantic, nor do I like to close their places of my childhood because it is worse than killing the father and keep the crazy mother.

When I was girl I liked going to the Turks because my parents were there all day talking to all those who were approaching the final table and was not a table but all the tables which were full of cups, dirty napkins, empty bottles and half-filled, pens and paper boats paper boats or other facts with dirty napkins. I did not like is also a say because in reality I did not like was the fact that and indeed we do, as when we want to start a routine sport and because we said that we started and where we are, we like, they like my example of sport? It's very personal.

When I was old girl had many friends in the Turks were not my friends, were friends of my parents, but over time also were my friends and everyone liked, because my parents were the only they had a daughter called as they had wanted to call her daughter had not been because they had her. Would give me things, paints, brushes, leaves, paper boats, jet chocolates, the wafer of red paper were the ones I liked.

In Turkish painting, first with leaves on the dirty cloth was always cream-colored nylon, so the leaves are not well supported in the fabric and patterns were with the texture of cloth folded on them, that always bothered me much until I found that it could support the blade on the floor, then put me under the table and rested the blade on the floor and was no longer the cloth which was above and below the sheet but I can not remember the tiles themselves were checkered or not.

Turks closed their

was another thing the Turks, the wind. I learned that the wind came from the Turks in the afternoon and it was because of him that my drawings were flown by the Turks finished the shoes of the gentlemen who always went to the Turks to take a painting. So I met Chichi, the plunger is still walking around, I remember that my dad gave Chichi bucks in exchange for not stroke the tennis and that he did laugh. I saw him recently and is just the same, to me, did not recognize me.

also met there Guerrita , Pombo him a picture, I was afraid because it was so great, had a beard, dress the same color of the tablecloths of the Turks, praying hands guerrita lists, little war, little war.

Turks closed their

remember that I was proud because my dad seemed to look younger than other people went to the Turks and told my mom not to forget the question, why my dad talk to them if my dad is younger? I do not know but I always answer it asked.

At the side of the Turks was or is, the taken away? The home of lions, do not know if his real name, but that was as I said, you know those names with a christening things personally, and when one is young these houses are brutal because they seem drawn from a story. I looked out and I dreamed of living there, but I was a little scared to do it.

My World and the Turks also met another girl who had the same fate as me. Xylene Diana, she, who then went to the same school and who did not return see also drew and talked to me in Turkish. Kibbe ate with tomato and fries, my second favorite food after beans. She and I were lucky because from small learned to listen and be friends of the greats.

Turks closed their

In Turks actually was a small café-restaurant closed when I was still I lived in Cali, then opened the coffee Moris Gardel in a corner of the sixth where they sell paint brand Cabrales and where they went to take it the same as going to Turkish. The first Turks had brown chairs, and after parking the others were Turks who had chairs olive green, but customers of each other it is not getting along and that's why customers chose the first Turkish walk a little more to coffee Gardel.

Turks now are closing were empty and almost always as the first Turks were left and the bad, the place became dangerous after the time of arrival of the wind better not let the pictures are flown to other people's shoes.

I kept going to the Gardel and from time to time to remember the Turks green. My parents continued going to both, depends on the mood and the hour of wind. That my dad would read and my mom to watch the people, hence my father waving to passersby, we went to Chichi bucks that alternated between one and another coffee and also bought the lottery Mr happened. Hence my dad called it painted black or espresso while my mother said, oh no it's so dark! I do not understand how to take it so dark! and then said a Jum! paisa and looked askance with a smile. There I sat with them the last time I saw them together for the first time, and feeling great and independent, did not bother me that my dad did not hear what I said because I was reading and my mom told me all it is. There I enjoyed my parents for the last time together and spoke to Chichi from Buenos Aires .

What would my Dad found out today if they closed the Turks? I would say, right? No kidding? Ah! Is that I was very neglected, being dropped and what will they do with that land? That is a ticket, that is a Jew, Levy I should know, when I find what I ask. Supposedly the square of the Cali, right? And what is that? What's that sees James. Here and drop everything.

They closed the Turks.

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