Monday, June 29, 2009

How To Make A Coyote Snare Trap

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Remembering Mrs. Gioconda Belli, who unknowingly accompanied This trip through one of his novels, beginning this account of experiences, accompanied by photos of Jezebel.
Yes, there is a delay of months and chronic presentations of Nicaragua, but she, Nicaragua, Nicaragüita, still echoes through the lived and mostly from people with whom we shared- lived this journey. A journey of strong challenges, one of which is presented to an audience of over 1300 women at approximately the crown plaza hotel in Managua for a conference organized by the NGO "María Elena Cuadra" who have an impressive track record in fighting working for human rights of women ... There the energy challenge, voice, physical presence, etc..
Another challenge was to present a full version of the work with two actresses. But among the strongest challenges are those of the heart, I believe, those that have to do with learning. Nicaragua a fascinating and complex country, so close to Mexico for its contrasts. That ruling left, however, why the situation of women has changed to b ien. But beyond that inhabit some real warriors had to fight a left broken alliances with a misogynist Catholic Church that have pushed back the therapeutic abortion, which was already years to be legal in that country. Similarly, feminist organizations have been a witch hunt and harassment by the Ortega government. There learned a lot and we moved the heart in the voice heard stories of women in the work of organizations like MEC, EMI, MSN, meeting points and good, to see just see, smell, feel and be there in the land of cool as a cool between Sandino. I recall the conversation with Carla, the EMIH, Honduras, we Jezebel and I shared the experiences of people who work in planting and harvesting of melons, a type of work even more dangerous than the maquila. For Furthermore, they commented on the project "Meeting Points" which personally made me remember that you can do tele interesting, creative, professional and even artistic. This organization has been very successful television in Central America, with the series 'sixth sense' that talks about sexual and reproductive rights, and I became a true phenomenon for the youth of Nicaragua, Salvador, Honduras.
meeting at rush hour is preparing very chipocluda not know his name but Taran: je theme will and the glob alization as the leading ppersonaje a maquila worker! Now, that being an actress ... that desire be over there where TV is interesting, frankly Mexico would have much to learn, and that while some producers have made things interesting, I think it has taken a leap as seen in the work done meeting points. This organization also had a very special role to queiro not to mention, attended by several workers of culture, including theater group ciudd of Matagalpa, who went to see theater in Mexico and traveled for several hours to see "Mexican Theatre ".... I share this and get the tears because it was a beautiful experience beautiful, everything, every time. The talks, the innate cam, silences the voice of Katia Kardenal, support and movement of so many people, especially women. The energy and strength of the work of MEC, with the forceful, solidarity networks and stories that have people so chingona tissue as Lynda Yanz, Ana E nriquez, Sandra Ramos, Laura, all all colleagues of MEC, Alberto Legall, Helen, Ma light, Martha, Augustus Brown, Yerina, Eleizer, Olga and all every one who made possible the role of meeting points and recording several hours of work. Thanks also to Lynda, Anna, Sara and everyone who made this trip possible. Thanks Mery in Granada gave me the history of women inhabited, could not come at a better time. Joao
that between bread and rich coffee, the Savior and told me everything that was happening before the election of Funes. Thank you, thank you all ... and the beautiful Nicaragua, Nicaragüita. Thanks to Jezebel Bonilla although that is "far from the project" is very close and has been a traveling companion chingonométrica. Oh by the way, do not forget the delights of taste: vigorón, donuts, lolis scrapings, the cheese, gallo pinto, the plantains, the fried cheeses ... What flavors!
Oh and do not miss to travel to Nicaragua, is itself a literary journey, not only by geography so disturbing, but because as we said Yolanda, beyond poets are in pots and poetry is constantly present, in the everyday speech of people like the strong presence of poets. In fact it was a shame to have come as the ermine t festival of poets from the beautiful city of Granada, but ... there is a blue ground, by Mr. Rubén Darío Cardinal beyond poetry ... m beyond the inhabited usher

.* * Indeed, in colloquial speech, when a woman or a female is passionate, is said to have caught

moon. This I knew that in a hostel I met a dog named lu candy and was very sad and would not eat. I asked the owners that what happened to Candy and I LU was told that he had not liked any of the canine couple he had taken and proposed moon and was sad.


* In Nicaragua, played marbles, but chilbolas.

* candy stores and small grocery grocery stores are called.

* maquilas are as slave as Mexico and the area where they are concentrated, is called zone.


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novel by Gioconda Belli, Nicaraguan writer who took part against the Somoza dictatorship. Yarini
's story and Philip, but most of all, the story of a people for li
dom.
* Oh and talking about literature, we let to appoint güegüense character, a rogue who makes fun of the English, accompanied by characters like the bull guaco ... then rise more about this unique character.













NOTE:
IN THE CITY OF MANAGUA THERE IS A RESTAURANT OF MEJIA GODOY WHERE YOU CAN LISTEN TO YOUR SONGS, THE WORD.



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Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Multiplication Of 1 To 30

Legend Flows through the Clouds


In his hazel eyes shone the indomitable spirit of those born to be free on her yellow hair, the sun was becoming rainbow when the sun rises and disappeared into the paths of ancient forest ... but today the sun is not shining and the old forest is sad ... the untamed shrew discovered new trails and hugging the wind escape in the clouds when the sun went down ... escape escaped as a life ... sigh ... but its no longer sounded hoarse bark ... today only lament breaks yuma ami silence and shrinks the soul ... I could not be ... Orion is now sport a new star but the magic of the trail of broken dreams ... maybe most people do not understand this, but I love my dogs a few months ago I lost the best of the best ... Lester ... yesterday ... yesterday decided Dakota go with him to run around the world of clouds and Yuma and friends, we enconjio the heart.

Leydi ~ Halcon

Monday, June 15, 2009

Fitted Wardrobes Wickes

La Voz del Silencio was my friend


!!!... so hot at night becomes thick and the shadows of the old forest is mixed with the soul, shame numbs the senses and mind boggling weary mind looking for a flash of light between the trees sacred path of dreams ... ... not a murmur or a sigh of the wind ... just silence the voice of the couple walking through the clouds that one more day wear gray dawn ... a flash of lightning illuminates the sky ... even today the storm may tear the dark veil that hides the light of the moon, the rain can not dampen the sadness that pervades the heart enconjido ... if I did so hot !!!... maybe if the wind meciese the leaves of trees, maybe if silent silence his voice hoarse and dull back would sound the flutes of the Elves and his eyes shine with the light of dawn force new, but ... does not sparkle as his eyes ... so long that the sound of ripping your throat does not calm ... in the bushes, rabbits and no hide, otean curious path and a few others dare to come to your window challenging the untamed shrew is there, but not even care about their presence, sleepy and tired, vague on the edge of the life and death fight minute over live ... maybe tomorrow maybe tomorrow ... the sun wants to come out again and shine on her yellow hair as she walks with a firm stride the path of the old woods ... maybe tomorrow ... the wind returns to rock the leaves of the trees, and sounded hoarse bark again, stronger than the dull voice of silence.

Leydi ~ Halcon
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Thursday, June 4, 2009

Wedding Showers Johnstown Pa




The sweet scent of hawthorn blossoms fills the air and surrounded by the silence, the silhouette of the old forest fades into the shadows ... barely the moon is reflected in the stream, no longer wants to comb next to the old poplar tree, or sit on top of the treasures, says my old elf that night two tears rolled down her cheeks pearl ... like every spring, the old forest lucia gown, magical beings were busy putting garlands of flowers in each corner, and the elves had tuned their flutes, all was ready, even the trees debuted their new suits. .. smiles and whispers fairy ... maybe leave some human Echizen for its beauty and might drag the world of dreams ... in all their finery, moon walking proudly among the wheat ... just missing it. .. everyone thought it would be gracing his feathers, and that at any moment their beautiful wings tend to ride the night hugging the wind, that's when the hissing of the iron machine broke the harmony, the moon I raise my eyes and there together the old poplar that always lay inert shelter ... the train of four raged through the silence, the same night that pierced the bowels of the old forest ... white owl was there, the small trickle of blood betrayed the pellet lost in his temple, his dying eyes sought the moon that I love, and she prostrate caress her warm and soft feathers with the tenderness of a lover while old poplar leaves were dried in pain ... I wonder if whoever he has a heart

Leydi ~ Halcon

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