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GAMES OF WAR

These below are the major conflicts currently active in this world:

- Iraq war: Currently
USA and others against Iraq
we all know the story, weapons of massive destruction or petroleum?


- Afghan war: 2001 - currently, the Taliban and Osama bin Laden's Al-Qaida vs. The United States, United Kingdom, France, Canada, Australia, Denmark, Germany, Norway and the United National Islamic Front for the Salvation of Afghanistan ("Northern Alliance")
GRINGOS HIJUEPUTAS
Deaths: 83 americans, uncountable Afghanians
Check out movies such as "farenheit 9-11" and "Osama" to understand more about what is that part of the world...


- Afghanistan civil war: 1978 - currently
Afghanians against Afghanians
Not to mention, this country has been invaded by soviets before, hence, Osama war.


- Al-Aqsa Intifada (Israeli-Palestinian Conflict)
We know the story, I dont know how RELIGION has survived all this time.


- Algerian Civil War - Once again, power and religion
1992 - Currently


- Basque Separatist Conflict (ETA) 1958 - Currently
This one is again Spain, for a region in the north border with France, NOT TO MENTION they speak another language and are a different culture, 800 dead so far, Paris and Madrid involved.


- Burma (Myanmar) Civil War: 1948 - Currently
Ethnic differences, one of oldest conflicts


- Burundi Civil War - 1994 - Currently
Rwanda tutsi involved Congo in their war


- Colombia Civil War: 1964 - Currently
Marxist guerrillas combined today with narcotics cartels and lately money provided by USA to increase the war (FARC & ELN)
GRINGOS HIJUEPUTAS ONCE AGAIN ALSO HIJUEPUTAS GUERRILLEROS


- The Congolese War: the second african war, there are like 6 countries at least involved here, balck people attacking black people, becuase of religion and physical differences (NOT TO MENTION they are all black)
dead: COUNTLESS


- Chechnya (Russia): Second Chechen War


- Israel against Syria in Lebanon
Wars between countries in countries not their own
They all speak arabic, different religions
Another of the oldest conflicts


- Ivory Coast (Cote d’Ivorie) Civil War
West adrican countries, muslims and christians, same all, same all


- Kashmir Conflict: 1991 - Currently
Pakistanies agianst indians, nature of the conflict: territory


- Nepal Civil War: 1996 - Currently
Chinese helped here!!


- Northern Ireland Conflict: 1969 - Currently
Europe again, protestant majority against catholic minority, IRA, more than 2500 deaths.


- Philiphines Conflict: 1969 - Currently
religion agian, I heard last night, they have 600 different dialects, the pattern seems to be the same always, we are different and we cannot stand this.


- Rwandan Civil War: 1994 - Currently
It´s a massacre everything here, almost one million killed in 1994, once againa, they are all black but they think they are different (we are all humans)
Check a movie called "Hotel Rwanda"


- Sri Lankan Civil War: 1983 - Currently
Majority against minority


- Sudanese Civil War: 1983 - Currently
This is a war based largely on racial, religious and regional differences. The government is dominated by Muslim Arabs, while the south of the country is largely black Christian.


There are other conflicts which are minor, just becuase deaths are below the 100000 and by the way, some current conflicts (without solution), some other already finished.

Countries involved:

Papua New Guinea, Angola, Chad central, Bangladesh, Vietnam, India, Indonesia, West Papua, Iran, Japan, Korea, Iraq, Turkey, Namibia, Niger, Nigeria, Ethiopia, Russia, Somalia, Yemen, Mexico, Egypt, Fiji, Georgia, Haiti, South Africa, Peru, Madagascar
Sierra Leone.


NOTE: IM NOT MENTIONING WARS IN THE PAST, BECAUSE SINCE I REMEMBER OUR HISTORY IS ALWAYS ABOUT WARS, WE ARENATURAL BORN KILLERS


Worth mentioning:

Kosovo War
September 11, 2001 - World trade Center and Pentagon in USA

MANLY - SATURDAY AFTERNOON

Miss Do (Vietnam) and me, goingo to Manly, saturday afternoon

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CONCEPTION DAY - INSIDE

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Picture taken with my mobile, sorry for the resolution, this was the hip-hop environment, some people break-dancing, as you can see.

CONCEPTION DAY - OUTSIDE

picture taken with my mobile, sorry for the resolution, just a day, where everyone is inteded to get drunk and laid...

LA INSPIRACIÓN

Se trata de Kristiania, el Oslo actual, vista desde Ekeberg, en cuyo asilo siquiatrico estaba su hermana Laura, que sufria esquizofrenia, adeamas ahi al lado quedaba el matadero municipal, asi que inspirado en los gritos de los orates y animales mueriendo imagino esto...

AJIACO SANTAFEREÑO

2 chicken breasts
garlic and onion chicken stock
12 small yellow potatoes, cut in halves
2 ears of corn, cut in halves
8 medium potatoes, peeled and cut into 5 mm slices
1 bunch scallions
1 bunch cilantro
8 guascas
1 cups of heavy cream
2 capers, drained
2 avocados, peeled, pitted and thinly sliced salt
4 pieces of corn

The night before marinate the chicken breasts with garlic, onion and salt.

In a heavy 4-liter casserole, put the breasts, add water, cover and cook until the chicken is tender.

Transfer the chicken to a platter.

Remove the skin from the chicken and discard.

Cut the chicken breasts into strips.

Cook the yellow potatoes in the casserole with the chicken stock until they start to disintegrate.

Add more chicken stock to taste.

At this point the soup should be thick and fairly smooth.

Add the bunch of scallions, the bunch of cilantro, the sliced potatoes, the guascas, and the corn.

When cooked remove the bunch of cilantro and the bunch of scallions.

Serve the chicken on soup bowls and pour the soup into the bowls.

Pour the cream and the chopped capers on each bowl.

Float the sliced avocado on top.

Serves 4.

You definitively have to use guascas if you want to call your soup Ajiaco. It's not easy to get them out of Colombia, but they give this soup its characteristic flavor.

ENGLISH SLANG

Ain't nuttin' = nothing is going on
All over it = to be very interested or involved in something
As if = yeah, right; that’s not true
Bad = fault, responsibility (my bad)
Bang = to have sex
Bent = high, intoxicated, stoned (good song too)
Booty call (Butty call) = calling a friend just to have sex
Chill = to relax
Choke = panic (8 mile movie used frequently)
Cunt = a very good looking female (also really offensive)

GTG now, to be continued...

MAS PELUDO

MADE IN HEAVEN

1987 was created, 1993 was seen first time ever, old movie I waited until 1999 to see it again, only took me 6 years, a whole life I might say, that night I was 10 years old and was home alone, zapping channels when there was this perfect image of heaven, one never seen until then, ejoyed greatly watching this, jus I didnt catch the name or anything. This is just a romantic, occassionaly funny, drama about two souls who consumate their marriage literally in "Heaven". Mike Shea, in his first life dies as a young man performing a heroic rescue. Shortly after arriving in "Heaven" he meets a new soul, Annie Packert, who has never lived on Earth before. The drama centers around their separation soon after being wedded and the burning question is whether they will reunite on Earth before time runs out or whether they are fated to eternal soul-searching.

COSITAS DE MI TIERRA

hey ciertos productos que me imagino no se consiguen facilmente fuera de Colombia y extraño un jurgo a veces.

Colombiana
Kumis
Ponymalta
Chocolate (sol, corona, LNCH)
Chocolisto
Tamal tolimense
Arequipe alpina
Bon Bon Bum
Supercocos
Chocolatina jet
Chokis
Manimotos
Coffee delight
Frunas
Moritas
Nucita
Caramelos Noel
Achiras
Obleas
Bocadillo veleño
Brevas con arequipe
Manjar blanco
Panelitas
Arepas
Bueñuelos
Natilla
Panela
Papa criolla
Yuca
Platano
Chocorramo
Gaseosas Postobon (todas)
Ponque gala

AUSSIE VS AMERICAN

CV or resume?
flatmate or roommate?
biscuits or cookies?
bloody or damn?
cheers or thank you?
unit or apartment?
gearbox or transmission?
give way or yield?
acelerator or gas?
after or dessert?
arse or ass?
hire or rent?
holiday or vacation?
lift or elevator?
mate or buddy?
mobile or cell?
tea break or coffee break?
tomato sauce or ketchup?
PA or secretary?
trousers or pants?
petrol or gas?
pub or bar?
ring or call?
rubbish or trash?
toilet or restroom?
pram or baby carriage?
trolley or cart?

seems like at the end, we need to learn two languages insted of one.

ONLY GOD KNOWS WHY

I've been sittin' here
Tryin' to find myself
I get behind myself
I need to rewind myself
Lookin' for the payback
Listen for the playback
They say that every man bleeds just like me
And now I feel like number one
Yet I'm last in life
I watch my younger son
And it helps to pass the time
I take too many pills to help to ease the pain
I made a couple of dollar bills still I feel the same
Everybody knows my name
They say it way out loud
A lot of folks fuck me
It's hard to hang out in crowds
I guess that's the price you pay
To be some big shot like I am
Outskirt stands and one night stands
Still I can't find love

And when your walls come tumbling down
I will always be around
And when your walls come tumbling down
I will always be around

People don't know about the things I say and do
They don't understand about the shit that I've been through
It's been so long since I've been home
I've been gone, I've been gone for way too long
Maybe I forgot all things I miss
Oh somehow I know there's more to life than this
I said it too many times
And I still stand firm
You get what you put in
And people get what they deserve
Still I ain't seen mine
No I ain't seen mine
I've been giving just ain't been gettin'
I've been walking down that line
So I think I'll keep on walking
With my head held high
I'll keep moving on and only God knows why

GRANJAS DE SAN PABLO

Se llamaba Cecilia, y todas esas mañanas llenas de viento, la veía al salir y observaba como se bendecía a si misma, talvez esperaba que pudiera volver a su casa y ver a su mama, aquella señora tenia cara de águila, al menos tenia siete años y eso era lo que veía en ella, la cuadra transversal que cortaba la cuadra no estaba pavimentada, en las noches se sentaba en sus piernas, y en su Renault 4 conducía por media hora durante esa cuadra, lloraba por el viento, no sabia que no veía, había una anciana vendiendo mamoncillos, un día supo que se murió y empezó a comprar helados en otra ruta, los caminos eran magníficos, tomaba media hora subir todas esas escaleras, las cuáles tenían pintados mensajes de navidad de hacia tres años, ir a donde el señor Luis López de Mesa por ese camino de miedo, pero que no sentía en ese entonces, encontró un hombre destrozado en su frente por un hacha, todos los niños miraban, nada cambio, es solo otro muerto, los niños corren con una llanta de bicicleta y un pedazo de madera, la envidia lo abrazaba, el no podía hacer lo mismo, los viernes a las 430 eran momentos felices, sucios hasta las 8, tirados en el piso con caminos imaginarios llenos de ríos y montañas. Vuelve 15 años después y la policía lo detiene, fotografiar para asesinar presumen.

CHEERS DARLIN'

cheers darlin'
here's to you and your lover boy
cheers darlin'
i got years to wait around for you
cheers darlin'
i’ve got your wedding bells in my ear
cheers darlin'
you give me three cigarettes to smoke my tears away
and i die when you mention his name
and i lie i should have kissed you
when we were running in the rain
what am i darlin'?
a whisper in your ear?
a piece of your cake?
what am i darlin?
the boy you can fear?
or your biggest mistake?
cheers darlin'
here's to you and your lover man
cheers darlin'
i’ll just hang around and eat from a can
cheers darlin'
i got a ribbon of green on my guitar
cheers darlin'
i got a beauty queen
to sit not very far from me
i die when he comes around to take you home
i'm too shy I should have kissed you
when we were alone

RIO DE JANEIRO

Rio de Janeiro, a água é a tua bandeira, agita as suas cores, sopra e retine no vento, cidade, negra náiade, de claridade sem fim, de abrasadora sombra, de pedra com espuma é o teu tecido, o cadenciado balanço da tua rede marinha, o azul movimento
dos teus pés areentos, o aceso ramo dos teus olhos.

Rio, Rio de Janeiro, os gigantes salpicam a tua estátua com pontos de pimenta, deixaram na tua boca dorsos do mar, barbatanas perturbadoramente mornas, promontórios
da fertilidade, tetas da água, declives de granito, lábios de ouro, e entre as pedras quebradas o sol marinho iluminando rutilantes espumas.

Ó Beleza, ó cidadela de pele fosforescente, romã de carne azul, ó deusa tatuada em sucessivas ondas de ágata negra, da tua nua estátua um aroma de jasmim molhado se desprende, vem no suor, um ácido pegajoso de cafezais e de frutarias e pouco a pouco sob o teu diadema, entre a dupla maravilha dos teus seios, entre cúpula e cúpula da tua natureza aparece o dente da desgraça, a cancerosa cauda da miséria humana, nos montes leprosos o cacho inclemente das vidas, pirilampo terrível, esmeralda extraída
do sangue, o teu povo estende-se até aos confins da selva num rumor abafado, passos e surdas vozes, migrações de esfomeados, escuros pés com sangue, o teu povo, para lá dos rios, na densa amazônia, esquecido, no Norte de espinhos, esquecido, com sede nos planaltos, esquecido, nos portos mordido pela febre, esquecido, à porta da casa de onde o expulsaram, pedindo-te apenas um olhar, esquecido.

Loco Neruda

EL FAMOSISIMO ASADO

FLYER ASADO

PAILA, NO VAN A PASAR VENTAS II

TRABAJO FINAL DE GERENCIA DE VENTAS II

CARTAGENA DE INDIAS

Dancing really hard in Cartagena, say. When I wake
in the morning, a knife in my forehead, with low
Low eyes like clouds over tableland and the expression
Of a benevolent donkey, I check the dictionary.

It means a book instead of a flowerpot. What a surprise!
Offering tortilla espanola and refuge from sunshine,
The old lady owner of the local, a long black cigarette
tangled in her bony fingers. There are certain persons

Who understand -nada- she says. Ni nada. I think:
I've gone dancing in Cartagena. As a girl, bored
Durng Minnesota summers, I stuffed bags in other bags,
I filled things up. Monolingual, flat-chested, with no ideas

About the weather. I can't tell you how much
I've developed since then. She drums her fingers, while
Her cigarette smokes like a signal fire. The bar fills up
With those little puffs, signifying nothing, white noise

And white noise, a strange weather with no wind
Behind it. The beat of those fingers reminds me of --
Nada. Ni nada. I'm illiterate today. So pleased.
I've been dancing. I've really come a long way.

Reen

¿ACASO COLOMBIA SOLO HUELE A SANGRE?

A qué huele la sangre, ¡será que huele a lo mismo que huele el agua!, agua en la cabeza de la amante, agua en la cacerola de quien no cocinará esta noche, por estar entretenido con la muerte.

La sangre no huele cuando es limpia, el agua no huele cuando es limpia, en Colombia huele a sangre derramada y el agua de los ríos se ha vuelto picha, Colombia huele a palomas posadas en los techos de la guerra, Colombia huele a sexo reprimido, untado y barajado en tangos y rancheras, huele.

El agua huele a sexo y Colombia huele a sexo, basta con mirar y ver (¿observar?) los millones de condones que flotan en las aguas del pestilente del río Bogotá, para confirmar que la sangre huele a sexo, ya que por las aguas de los ríos en Colombia bajan miles de cadáveres por año, alimentando los gallinazos que navegan en sus aguas.

Colombia huele a arco iris, Colombia no huele a sopa, Colombia huele a guayaba y a mariposas amarillas, Colombia huele a gordas y gordos recién masacrados.

Colombia huele a Montoya y millones de dólares, Colombia huele al Pibe y a rizos amarillos tinturados, huele a chocolate pasado por el video-sexo de Shakira, Colombia no huele a gallina amarilla calentada con un foco. Colombia ya casi no huele a ruana.

Colombia olió a pino silvestre, a pachulí, a maíz, a cuca frondosa, Colombia ha empezado a oler a monóxido de carbono, a tóxicos, a humo malo y negro. Colombia tiene el aroma de la vida y tiene el aroma de la muerte, se ha perdido el olor de la fiesta, convertida en masacre permanente, Colombia huele a tumulto y religión, huela a zozobra, huele a miedo que asusta al propio olor de la metralla.

En la zona rosa huele a pulmón cocido, el congreso huele a pólvora y tinta seca, que en el transporte público se concentran los olores reprimidos y saltan a la vista los deseos de arribar al día siguiente, huele a motel y sábanas y sueños, y angustia no poder oler el sol que casi ya ni huele.

Colombia huele a espíritu callejero y libertario, huele a rumba y canto, huele a arte y carcajadas. Colombia huele a sociedad vespertina un poco rancia por las plumas del gallinero. Colombia huele a salsa, pueblo y muchedumbre. ¡Llegó el cólera! Colombia huele a río.

Colombia es una maravilla de olor. El olor colombiano puede exportarse en frascos de poesía.

Luis Fernando Vásquez L.
Ambientalista

DE POR DIOS...

ENGLAND, GERMANY AND COLOMBIA, BEHIND THE CAMERA, SWEDEN AND IRAN.
COMO TODOS LOS FINES DE SEMANA, BORRACHOS EN EL APARTAMENTO.
MAMASANTA, PECATA Y CHUPAMEDIAS.
DE PORQUE ELLA NUNCA LA DIJO QUE LO AMABA.
DE PORQUE 2000 DOMINGOS LE PARECIERON UN CHISTE.
DE PORQUE YA NO ENCUENTRO DIFERENCIA ENTRE HABLAR Y NO HABLAR.

BUSCO UNA VIUDA VACANTE

Busco una viuda vacante,
sin importarme su estado,
con un pisito amueblado,
y en el banco mucha guita,
y que pase la cuentita,
a nombre de un servidor,
por ahí con el nuevo amor,
entra a jugar a la guerra,
y se planta bajo tierra,
con el marido anterior.

Yo soy un hombre morocho,
con unos ojos verdosos,
cabello enredao, buen mozo,
recien tengo treinta y siete,
pa' el amor inteligente,
tambien para la mujer,
porque en cosas del querer,
yo se ofrecer la ternura,
y entregarme con dulzura,
para rendirme a sus pies.

Tengo salud para rato,
duermo diez horas por dias,
un bañito de agua fria,
y desayuno completo,
a las doce buen almuerzo,
y despues de descansar,
porque eso de trabajar,
con el estomago lleno,
me batieron que no es bueno,
y hasta me puedo enfermar.

Si alguien esta interesada,
y quiere formar el nido,
yo le brindo el apellido,
en una forma galante,
contestar "poste restante",
casilla noventa y dos,
a nombre de un soñador,
para casarse al instante,
con una viuda vacante,
que este huerfana de amor.

SINGING WITHOUT TROUBLE

I spun a web, it's tangled up with me,
And I lost my head,
The thought of all the stupid things I said,
O no what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle,
I turned to run,
The thought of all the stupid things I've done,

O no I see,
A spider web and it's me in the middle,
So I twist and turn,
Here I am in love in a bubble,

Singing,

They spun a web for me.

DRONE, ROTTEN, REVOLTING AND VIPER

I dont know why I´m here.
Picture taken with my mobile, sorry for the resolution.

CANNONBALL

Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on

Still a little bit of your ghost your witness
Still a little BIT of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer EACH DAY
Still I can't SAY what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer TO ME
So close that I can't see what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't WANNA scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know

THIS IS COLOMBIA

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PERRIATE HP

Before going to gold coast, leo and the punker. (waiting to get the pics from Sarah, Ali and Myriam).

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