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In death and love the record does not trump happiness, and it is no use trying countless times you do not have to come now. She tries to get her to me, but then tries to reach death. I do not know which one is more uncomfortable purposes, nor what can be achieved first, as lying in the darkness of my walls corroded the notice so helpless that even the final collapse seems impossible.

-Kill me - tell me when I go with simplicity.

And I

so stupid and cautious, try to know what you mean by its simplicity.

- How do you want to kill you?

I do not know, just kill me "he says.

Death can be a kiss or a powder. However, I do not know how to kill her and give her a kiss just dusty, with captivating grams starting your palate and finish digging deep into his nostrils, causing her eyes light up and get lost in the endless black darkness of my walls.

may seem that between the walls and me there is a fixation. But no, much less when they are all that I have felt for years wishes of light that are supplied by its rough texture.

Like many, she is lying down, holding his mental decline, contained in drugs (many would say) but free them, as I think. If only they loved me, could see it as another client, looking at me a release and no support. But not, come to me is an unhealthy habit that robs the beauty of her voice and vitality.

I'm your habit and therefore the thief, she lets me know every time I say "kill me" because I realize I am only able to steal for pieces remove the substance and not pit the vitality that keeps my pockets full.

jíbaro How do you feel when a loved one? Who is she? My client, my sweetheart, my vicious? Is it me or is it his vice dust, or is it my dust, or are both? I am nothing, I'm just the twilight of a face that one day he saw and the echo of a voice that enters without permission to set his work.

- Would you kill? - Ask first. I do not see, only hear it, but I think I look, it has for months and today it is important to do so.

"No

If noise is not surprising stormed increasingly impertinent, perhaps it would have killed her. Now breaks new one, of many who were keeping her and I move forward, she loves me more and I even come to desire again.

- Shut up pack of bastards! Do not annoy me, I did not pursue - cry in the corner.

-Kill him first, "she says she passive.

- Why?

-order I die quietly.

- And if not - he replied.

"And if not, kill me and go, making time I'm asking.

Avarice dulls the man and kill is not an easy task. I ask for the money he has in his pocket in order to fulfill his wish and let her die in peace. Volume 20 grams, put them in their hands and I hope his death. I do not want to dirty my hands with an addict, but also keep hearing that chant that repeats calling for a boost of mercy.

"You're a Birdbrain," she whispers in his ear in anger-I do not want to kill me coca, I wish for you to kill me.

never understood what he wanted to "Bala, dagger, love? None of that could give him.

- Why do not you kill yourself? - Ask again.

She shut up and stretched his hands towards me. His fingernails long and cold and I Rosan hair falling freely through my ears and neck with the slight resistance offered me goose bumps. My pores are dilated, the beauty of my arms up in unison and I feel that the brain wants to get out of my head warm.

How can something as cold as your hands can produce instant heat? I do not know. While I think the nails crude continues to fall and land on my abdomen. A finger swinging up and down a capusles open air in my stomach trying to escape the game of your nails and down my chest to escape with a sigh.

hacelo "Now you," she says, removing his hands from me.

- What?

-Touch

Without hesitation, and driven by his previous provocations feel your breasts. However, the only thing I get from it is a shamefaced laugh. I think my immediate mocks, my animals, but it is not.

- What? - I ask confused.

Toccata -yourself-directs me laughing.

- What do you want that? You're crazy.

"Do not ask so much.

We

dark, she can only see my silhouette. His ears are now a canine acuity. Perhaps hearing my hands my own skin rosando and my clothes are excited. Obey and despair seems that now is on my side. She sends, she ordered, I have nothing to do with that. Since I opened the door and I just want to go.

- How did you feel? - Pit stop me.

"Nothing What did you feel?

"Exactly that. I touch and in two seconds your heart starts to flush blood through the body with three times the speed. Instead you play and you will not feel anything. Is instinctive, animal, basic How expect, then, that something momentous as death, I choose a comparison of masturbation? I want to feel the death of your hands, you kill me and not ask questions Birdbrain.

- But why you want to kill you? - I say to my trachea drowning the words.

"Because you promised me.

When I first saw it, passing in front of where we are now, with the soft face who has not tasted my world, I thought I could share with her some of that darkness that inhabits the daily not submerged in the limbo of lost souls that feed this paradise of people invisible.

Men make the mistake of promising more than the instability of our feelings passengers tend to offer. And she promised me a heaven, the only one who knew and all I could give . She believed, but with each pass over the unattainable sky, less lively, and higher doses are required to scrape the clouds.

The walls seem to understand that there is no way other than to reach the sky that calls me now, and charges for my promises to stop instinctive man, who speaks runaway with the sole purpose of getting moments of joy at the expense of others hope.

However, I fail to fulfill my promise. The woman is no different to others that accompany today. And entered the cave and find the way out the day when their needs exceed the limit of your body, the day of a collapse that now seems unattainable. I just hope intact, mildly affected by their games and psychedelia that voice that bothers my mind every time he pleads with more appetite:

-Matame.


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sharp and deafening sound of the siren broke, without notice, in the silent night and sleepy. Repeated the desolate streets echo the speaker stunner hit on one of the light poles on the block and, for ten minutes, all you heard was the cry mechanical sound waves that disrupted my sleep achieved after several hours of insomnia.

The alarm is stopped for a few seconds in the groans were heard a man with a trembling voice and breathy. However, the street was alone and without the time to understand the invisible cries, the siren began to sound again, leaving the pavement as the only image pervaded by a dim, yellowish light.

While the noise was, I looked out my window trying to look for the reason that chaos had broken out at night, but it was only with the final stop of the alarm that I know what it was. Through the separate branches of a tree that blocked the view, I saw three men surrounding a room that was lying on the floor.

-fucking gonorrhea. You're going to do kill Pirobase - constantly repeated in a voice that was continued by threatening that impacted kicked in the stomach and lower limbs of the fourth man.

latter did not speak, spent several minutes being abused and in the silence of the night was heard but the sound of his voice to reactionary every hit they hit. At times, the fury was angry the three men hit while till you drop and retake momentum.

After several minutes listening to the conversation 'public' of the three men in the middle of the asphalt, realized that the alarm was not the complaint to the beating that was done on the street, but to steal the fourth man who ran one of the companies. ;

Then the executioners were grinding to shock the thief, while discussing what they would do with it, as if they were judges who ruled in a criminal:

- You know what? We will take the workshop and we'll put a bag Pirobase "said one of them, while his companion, dressed in gray, surrounding the block away where he was the caretaker of the neighborhood, looking carefully to not miss a second of the 'show'.

The man in gray and the guard returned together to the scene, one with the bobbin of office and the other with a stick in his hand.

"That is the same as last time," said the watchman.

- Yes is the same? - One of them said "Look at their faces, look at him the face of the rat.

"Yes, the same. Do not let go, the back and steals Peel this sonofabitch! - Replied the old and paunchy watchman all night through the streets of the neighborhood parsimoniously.

After the short trial, the man in gray suit and used the thief again heard, this time with intense and desperate cries that seemed to tear her throat.

However, half an hour of shouting, insults, beatings and alarms were not sufficient for the "true law" did Colombian presence there. It took one man to take out his cell phone and call directly to a "known" him to the police so that it would stop the thief and to use its "monopoly of force" to provide command and control.

After the arrival of a patrol, the three men were taken away and then I could see him, shirtless and barefoot, wet and rainy night mired in, cornered on a sidewalk with head down and plunged into a deep and sad tears.

When the thief was apprehended by the 'law', the three men went to his motorcycle and left quietly, without being questioned or even challenged by torture handed and with a tone of camaraderie with the security forces, were dismissed as if they were colleagues.

It is no secret that there is justice in Medellin who patrol the streets parallel with 9 mm, radios and motorcycles that allow them to arrive just in time to give 'exemplary punishment' for offenders law.

-called Convivir groups, introduced by the then governor of Antioquia Álvaro Uribe Vélez (and denounced by the UN) are paradoxically justice more quickly, effectively and immediately the country, but also the most unfair. His torture, murder and extortion have watched for years the community without anyone doing anything about it and with the widespread acceptance of a citizenry that these criminals is a necessary evil.

These men are treated with respect in the streets, greeted in a friendly tone for the community and labeled under the euphemism of "private security companies." However, there are more than mercenaries to kill hidden license granted by the citizens and the police, an institution that has long abandoned its duty to protect the streets and criminal authorities delegated they do much better job.

They are in every district of the city and in all spheres of society paisa. But not as bad there as the fact that they are protected, respected and even loved by common people to know that approves them, is supporting sophisticated forms of crime that swell the death toll of Medellin.

in Colombia say that justice is not served. I say yes will do, but not the justice we need. Not even justice.

@ rincondesantos

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A Night 'the hookers'

all smiles are not happy. In the midst of a dark dimly lit by flashes of red, green and blue felt with the most immense desolation, unable to hide behind the mask of teeth exposed wide, a free spirit that will rip the throat or screaming Stunning to encourage them to give them a slap on the ass and both 'good'.

Your unhappiness is not only evident, but not feel it How contagious, when you see their fake smiles and their naked bodies required to display a sensuality forced movements of hip devices look more like an invitation to abuse a pleasure?

Seeing them, the beer had a simple taste and a flat tone music and tasteless. That platform of clear acrylic and metal tube seemed as cold as dry and windy night outside. Her dancing was a contradiction that started the soul while the body said sex, screaming face pain, monotony, gloom.

Ella, curly black hair, with about 35 years rose to the second floor where a melancholy young man was waiting for relieve their pain.

- How much worth? - Asked as if night can acquire it.

-40 - said no more.

Together

down and opened the door of the labyrinth that led to the piece. The lobby was a confession, a short story of a hard life. But there was no time to mourn, the business already had been agreed.

"My love will not believe I'm a whore. If I tell you but not for-glared, thinking that this would save a picture that he did not care.

Everything was brief, fleeting, without affection, without substance. He kissed her breasts gently to keep them out of breast milk that she had heard minutes ago. He used the knowledge that he enjoyed and ended ten minutes of fake moaning would not fill the void. He got it and went labored, silent and resentment. After leaving the pay could say only one thing:

"Women of the gay life produced me sad.

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The apology to the forefront

is time to start worrying when Colombian society needs to see the swollen head and bleeding from 'Monojojoy' order , believing in his death. Questioning is essential when it is said in the streets and in the classroom, to develop a mourning victims of the guerrillas need to see in the foreground the humiliation of his assailant, or that the tabloid image of a guerrilla killed is a guarantor of credibility.

If so, no doubt that the Colombian media not inspire public confidence and that, paradoxically, 88% of people who sympathize with the president Juan Manuel Santos doubt the veracity of their statements. And being a bit more radical, it seems that radio is mandated to collect, due to technical impossibility of displaying the image of former military leader of the FARC.

What seems strange is that long before the government gave its official statement that television show any image of an authorized official to confirm the news, on buses and streets and people celebrating the death of Victor Julio Suarez, which had heard on the radio or through the rumor quickly running voice to voice.

This situation developed on the morning of September 23, suggests that, contrary to what proponents say the foreground (not just Jojoy but 'Reyes') this is an over-credulous country where gossip can easily become a synonym for truth.

No doubt there were people who may not have believed at the time of the initial issuance of the facts. However, if the concerns persist after the testimony of the President, the Minister of Defence, the Minister of Foreign Affairs and replication in all media (both domestic and international) this is a case of chronic skepticism or otherwise, facing a serious crisis of credibility of public opinion on the media.

However, it is worse when the argument refers to the repair and development of the mourning of the victims, as if this were so, the Mothers of the Plaza de Mayo in Argentina and victims of paramilitary activity in Colombia would ask the public performance of their respective authors and not crimes truth about family members who were killed in violent regimes.

is at this point, when less theoretical explanations appear to defend the forefront again, "is that this man was a son of a bitch", I heard that that night, as if someone justify evil dehumanization of those who suffered their actions, justifying the joy with death and feeding the thirst for revenge in a country where forgiveness is necessary to aspire to peace.

Sadly, the most sensible statement on the death of 'Mono Jojoy' came from one of the most hated foreigners in Colombia, Hugo Chavez, who hoped that in our country we followed us killing each others, in exchange for finding a peaceful solution to the conflict.

The general view is different in Colombia, where concerts are contradictory and marches for peace, when simultaneously cries of death "for that whole pack of bastards" and for " Piedad unfavorably Córdoba "that supports them.

With this background of 'wants Colombia peace "difficult to believe the argument for the veracity and repair that occur around the foreground. And it's easier to believe in the business need that triggers the rating of a channel at the expense of human dignity and the ethical criterion of national journalism.

Evil and the damage they have caused the country people like 'Raul Reyes' or 'Mono Jojoy' are undeniable facts. And maybe that's why many want to see en la televisión y la prensa la imagen descarnada que les produce un cierto grado de satisfacción.

Pero que no vengan con argumentos doblemoralistas para justificar el primer plano, pues resulta preferible reconocer el estado ‘primitivo’ de amarillismo de la opinión pública, que excusarnos bajo la idea de una credibilidad que en Colombia parece inocencia. 

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La presentadora del magazín de televisión lucía realmente preocupada por la situación psicológica de la televidente. Decía ella que la baja autoestima caused by the physical appearance of a woman was a problem to be solved at its root. For a moment I thought that at last such programs were becoming more aware and worried about performing a selfless training, but that expectation vanished in seconds.

If something must be stressed in the new tele-marketing strategies is the way its proponents make it seem that the products are the result of social work is offered with the sole purpose of benefit to the viewer. Of course, the presenter in question was not intended to create a reflection on women who saw her, but building dissatisfaction to sell the new magic tea removes "those extra pounds" without them realizing it.

Name the program or channel where communication was issued this farce is not necessary, since this type of commercial activities are repeated in a chorus of angelic voices of almost all television channels and networks radio.

The media is just a bridge of expression for what is a global situation manifests. A society that blind worship of beauty not only fills the television miracle products, but fills the cities of clinical and aesthetic plastic surgeons makes the best medical professionals paid.

The superficiality cast by capitalism is a great business where you look: the media sell all their advertising quotas, the pharmaceutical industry floods the market with its aesthetic solutions and psychologists take that slice of dissidents , and patients who do not feel good about themselves.

As a result, the food industry has adapted to increase their income. To MC Donalds (multinational producer of obese) is Dietary line. And a company like Kentucky Fried Chicken has had the 'wonderful' wisdom to hide tons of fat that occurs under a set of initials (KFC) that prevent consumers detect the word 'fried' is in your real name.

Beauty has gone from being a luxury to an unhealthy obsession. To notice, just look at the many actions of Colombian citizens guardianships put before the courts claiming the State a facelift. This seems histrionic, is just one of many cases of men and women who see the beauty of salvation totem Only a society that is willing to meet inclusion when materialistic standards.

schematic Placed in that society, able to align any difference is subject to an unbearable slavery that makes it increasingly necessary to adapt to circumstances that provide only unhappiness.

The triumph of consumerism is the parallel loss of humanization. It seems that the man resigned to the naturalness and negotiated a deal with the artificial, regardless of the costs that this has. Almost no one treats that humans age, they the hair falls out, that the hanging and wrinkled skin and body fat. Almost no one looks inside, but begins to frisk on objects to see if they left a remnant of the joy that they lost.

And this situation becomes an almost scientific discourse of our hostess, who follows beautifully, in a display of exceptional mentality, low self-esteem that is solved with the use of tea, which, paradoxically, has not helped her to take off their "fat".

Knowing the rich options offers the world, advertising has extended his skills to all areas of the market. Now we sell a car that gives strength and prestige, a garment that gives us distinction and a lotion that makes us "more attractive." How long objects define us? How can a thing ourselves with values \u200b\u200bthat are distinctly human? The answer is: You can not. But while there is an excuse to sell, the company tried to sell an illusion that is short and that triggers an almost eternal disappointment.

Ever look at what has made that are contradictory commercials? We shampoos for curly who want to be smooth, but within minutes of smooth appears they want to be crisp. People are designing the belief that being in any way is wrong, and therefore want to be high, low, fat want to be thin and skinny still want to be thinner.

This whole scenario is compounded by a critical element in the postmodern world: time. Rest and wrong are not options in society as we face today. Therefore, the wealth and beauty are a race against time that few can cross the finish line, which feeds the growing community increasing how much money you produce to market: the union of the discontented.

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We went through the golden times we can not let pass without celebrations. After many years of destitution, we have reached a stage of no pain, immunity to pain and rituals to happiness. It's time for fairs, festivals and noise, it's time for dancing, singing and joy. That, or is that the heart does not feel the blows, death no longer matters and it is best to ignore the sadness and to celebrate the crumbs left us the reality of a country to which we are accustomed.

What are hostages in the jungle, holding the human condition that gives the conflict. Returning to detonate the bombs silencing of voices that seek to speak the truth. Stealing wallets and taxes that kill anonymous and known, which collapse cities and towns.

Today's news is not news, because they are the same as yesterday. 20 years ago the newspapers headlined the same: innocent fall and fall capos, but nothing changes. Now is the time where nothing impresses us, in that the reports of yesterday are today's brief, that history repeats itself so we do not want to know it now.

Does sooner if it wanted to have the truth? Were there any clustering, in addition to the victims, who demanded sanity without falling into the path of arms?

inevitably recall the vigorous march around the Plaza de Mayo in Argentina, demanding the resignation of Democratic presidents and dictators. Da emotion observe the Palacio de la Moneda in Chile, altered by the masses to shake the floor, venting his repression following the death of Allende.

What sense can lead us to see a sad Colombia, which fills the streets in a slow, dressed in mourning and in tears around the corpse of the drug trafficker Pablo Escobar Gaviria? What can we expect from the country where the protagonists are the perpetrators and not victims?

Colombia seems a country made in reverse, in which the death of a child is capable of occupying front pages and to mourn many. But when the murder of thousands of peasants by the army, does not generate large protests. "Something will have done!", Some think, "is not as bad as they want to see," say others. Seems to matter little crime and fairly the state of the psychopath.

And to make matters worse, the media, called to be the voice of the conscience of this people confused, do nothing but tell us again that we defeated Miss Universe, the nation has changed since the great artists sing our scenarios and Mexican violence goes from bad to worse.

our violence "And whom do we speak? How many knew about the death of an artistic leader in the Comuna 13, while the III Latin American Congress of Culture visited a "revived" Medellin? How many cannon fire could be appeased by the games that lit up the sky one day paisa before we celebrate our independence? How many knew about the murder of a human rights defender the day that Miss Colombia was among the 15 most beautiful women on the planet?

this country may look better than ever, but that appearance is the result of our lazy tired from the truth, the transformation of our realities. The completion of major sporting events, visiting international artists and visiting international organizations in our territory can not be the yardstick for measuring welfare.

We live two colombia: 1) the democratic security ("Safe everywhere"), the happiest country in the world and the passion, 2) social inequality, false positives, armed conflict and their hostages. Hopefully those who choose to live first, do not ignore that there is another country that does not have many joys to celebrate.

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offended Why such excitement?

photo taken of www.elespectador.com

Juan Manuel Santos is not the same as Alvaro Uribe and the Colombian people not yet understood. The differences between former and Current President surprised many skeptics who did not believe in a possible change for this nation. Today, the outlook for many seems to be different because the winds of change haunt the presidential palace.

It is therefore natural that the Colombians (including those who did not vote for Santos) have a sense of hope in a better country, even if paradoxically, over 70% was in the management of a lifeline Uribe a country which emerged from the ashes (of course!).

Accept than 70% ingenuity that has been tamed by a populist replicated by the official media, is a burden that must be loaded with the opposition sectors almost resignedly. But knowing that 30% is being seduced by shallow, as the masks of National Unity, is a symptom enough to turn the alarm policy in the new presidential term.

When columnists and senators, as Jorge Robledo, expressed at election time that the mandate of Juan Manuel Santos would be the continuity of Uribe's policies did not refer exactly to the protocol and good manners that were absent in eight years of the owner of Ubérrimo.

Despite this, minor changes observed in the early days of the new chief executive, are capable of changing the distrust founded 8 years ago, in a manner so simple that puts a big question mark over the true population of the political opposition Uribe.

Undoubtedly, the bulk of the "opposition" in Colombia is built on short-term basis and not convictions. The great example of this is the Liberal Party, who despite his many years of history and its apparent resistance to Uribe practices, decided to opt for being part of the grand coalition that will pass without problem any project (more absurd it is) of current government.

And even if the Liberals is not surprising, because it was the desperate measure of a movement that refuses to go to the archive of the bicentennial, it is inconceivable that the people agree to a change of mind so sudden.

were expected many of the events which now occupy an important place in the agenda. Of course, relations with the courts were going to fix! Of course he was going to restore diplomacy with Venezuela! Of course it was to desist from the communal councils! So why the excitement?

Todos estos cambios, hasta ahora, obedecen a cuestiones de forma y no de fondo ¿Entonces por qué pensar, de entrada, que a Colombia le esperan grandes reformas? ¿Por qué ilusionarse con un Congreso que resulta más proclive a ser manejado que el anterior? ¿Por qué soñar con el fin de la corrupción, cuando hay menos opositores reales?

La elegancia al vestir, la diplomacia y los buenos modales del nuevo Presidente son plausibles. Pero no representan ni el más mínimo cambio en el déficit económico, la alta tasa de desempleo, la concentración de la riqueza y las tierras, la violencia urbana, rural y el desplazamiento forzado.

And do not say the more optimistic than the embarrassing speech about problems the country has changed since Uribe never agreed with the murders committed by the armed forces or the persecution of the DAS, and succeeded anyway .

Colombian The real problems need real solutions that are clear of speech and pass the field purely factual. So it's not delude itself with trifles time occurred in the early days, because if that's what we have to send us, we must remember that Mr. Juan Manuel Santos gague still talking.

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Overwhelmed by the cold indifference




"First they came for the Communists, and I did not speak out because I wasn'ta Communist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out because I wasn'ta Jew.
Then they came for the Catholics, and I did not speak out because I was not Catholic.
Finally they came for me, and then there was nobody left to defend. " Brecht Beltor


few happy moments as the Colombian population had the afternoon when the news revealed the facts that both domestic and foreign, had wanted to hear long time ago. On 2 July, a wish fulfilled and filled a latent hope in most of the people of Colombia. Operation Jaque, the rescue of 15 hostages publicized political and media coverage, planted the belief in the country, the problem of the captives, victims of war, began to be solved.

However, what in military terms was a plausible achievement in social issues was a major set-back, whose main problem was the look flat and the population's daily violations of the freedom of those found in the jungle, in the hands of guerrillas or paramilitaries, or the cities, in the hands of common criminals.

The 'pompous celebration' was paid for propaganda purposes and, although seldom mentioned today on such an act, the hangover remains, for in the same way that Ingrid Betancourt emerged from the jungle, vanished from people a sense of sympathy for acts against humanity, especially kidnapping.

Gone, again, the marches, the cries of peace and initiatives coming from civil society and today, as there are no icons, the fight against kidnapping is the last box on the agenda of the Colombians, pending a poignant television message that wakes them proud patriotism abounds in commercials, but scarce in daily life.

But indifference is not new in a country where violence, pain and social inequality have been present for hundreds of years. Currently, the majority of Colombians are insensitive to the reality of others, as the daily dose of bad news brought to their lives a so-called custom, which eats into the solidarity and chooses to downplay the facts, as such, would scandals starring in any other nation.

On the back of a few lies the weight of millions, but their voices are not enough to get great results. Yet others, who prefer to take the blind eye, just remember their ethical responsibilities as Colombians, on July 20 and May 7 and the 363 remaining days of the year spend trying to ignore the problems that explode in their faces.

When this criticism is obvious, people will award the blame on the violent and, although they have, they also have them do nothing to solve the problem. But What citizens can do without political power? Skeptics wonder. The answer lies in the demonstrations that took a clean sweep the streets to take action and demand issue, once and for all, the freedom of each hostage, both in nature and simple extortion.

A common statement released after the implementation of these marches, was that the massive expression of Colombians, had brokered to put pressure on the FARC. A compelling case is that of 'Prof' Moncayo, who after a long way in chains, that the insurgent group managed to free her son. Moncayo is a role model for all inhabitants of this country, because despite having her son back, said that will not stop and will walk with his chains behind him captive until the last returns from the jungle.

Even with cases like this, it is fanciful to think that all Colombians will raise awareness about the scourge of kidnapping. Perhaps many still cold to the suffering of others, but any attempt to knock down that wall that hinders the search for peace, have a positive impact on the knowledge that people have about the problems faced by the country.

However, it is useless sensationalism that the media have covered certain events, such as the child abduction and murder of Luis Santiago Pelayo, more touching than it was, left little teaching and also took advantage of the dramatic situation for rating.

So how do you get to awaken a real sensitivity? When the media and the state to efficiently meet their social responsibility, it is necessary to work from below to be the community itself that construct, together, a knowledge objective and disinterested that can free us from the indifference that has hijacked the country.

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- Can a woman be faithful? - Asked me crying violently stripped of all shame and overwhelmed in the sensitivity of which she had fallen in love.

"I think I did not I have the answer - I said hesitantly before the crucial question that decided the fate of this woman, who both looked lost in the intense red color of his hair long and incessant spillage of blood on the wooden floor.

-A Antonia always wore red, even in the moment of his death - said after a moment of silence.

At the moment of silence that preceded the judgmental words of Erasmus, I wondered if it was worth risking both angry and desperate friend who always disappointed women. She was the climax of the deception, the climax of a youth full of trouble loving.

He had already decided to walk with pain, Antonia saw the hope of leaving raw feeling that he was following in his footsteps, coming down from her bed and put his first foot on the ground which was of the fourth house.

Before deal a final blow decided not to make any claim, or to ask any questions. I wanted to remember his last moment with her as it had always been, with a small reading his poems after making love endlessly.

Antonia knew him while in the midst of the lyrics I listened in wonder and silence, knew what mood each carrying Erasmo night. These words, read from a notebook pasta old burgundy were the little that he revealed to the world, because talking was not his most precious gift, let alone when he was next to a woman like her.

Those who were sitting on the grass of the university with a pencil and notebook, thought he was an intellectual. But only she knew her introversion was not the result of a bright mind, but the outpouring of sentiments embodied on paper, with the painful inability to relate to others.

- What are you going to read today? - Antonia said teaching shamelessly naked, freckled body.

"I do not know, just thinking I did tonight.

Erasmus began reading a poem full of contrasts between love and misery. However, it was a text without tones, unchanged and without substance. Only the final loaded with all the emotion of the moment he was premeditated, and that seemed a request for surrender which Antonia was strange.

"Weep not my beautiful beloved, your karma becomes mine. Naked bodies are crying cold glass. "

Erasmo In that piece seemed to have predicted all Antonia's death, even in the spring of that single tear that he shed his right eye, and quickly disappeared into the blood and evaporated from his face.

He clearly knew that Antonia murder would cause an immense sadness, and it would be he who would mourn. But in the end, when she felt totally disappointed and knew the lie on which he built his dream, a question so mortified:

- why do you think that you cried? - Lashed out at me with clear eyes.

"Because it hurt-my foolish comments came as fast as a bullet.

"If obvious," said sobbing - but do not know how much it's killing me now wonder if she cried because she had a headache or because it hurt the heart.

What could I answer to a hopeless man, if your questions only increased my sense of what we know about life but especially so ignorant about it? I said nothing and he did not try to insist, because he knew that Antonia knew little.

- You know what? And it does not matter, man. You're lucky not to have known, because it was certain that you'll love it. And best of all is that the least known, most knew of Antonia, because all I knew was a lie.

say the total misery is known when for a short period of time you have something that is lost as easily, not when lifetime has been empty. When I saw that Erasmus fateful night, I knew the truth of a belief that simple, since he was a man who had something for a moment, but the disappointment was so great that he decided to see the misery ... Then the pain is double.

Meet Antonia was for him a real surprise, because a quiet man, not shabby friends and never expected that someone comes close to his ear. But she did it with a subtlety that not even managed to scare it simply broke the fresh sound of pencil scratching on paper and asked him a question he had always dreamed respond.

- What do you write?

"Nothing," said Erasmo poetry voice quavering
- Do I want to read a little?

"But I have not finished it,

" Well, I hope to finish it.

Antonia sat on the grass next to Erasmus, watching intently as he ended with a desire to be noticed in a fast pace last stanza. With nerves, but determined, he began to read that, that would be the last grim poem before which preceded the death of his girlfriend.

"Silence has taken on the eve of my dreams. Funeral
and lonely, suffer from hoarseness my pillows.
Today, God will never be witness of my grief and anguish, and my prayers do not suffer your karma.

How many prayers in vain had to put my blankets, many trapped in the sky promises?
already declined my requests to hell, never try to resurrect his body. It

mourn your sinful soul, then killed the recitation of the great Prophet, imploring Our Fathers
in my bed right now are in limbo because they never saw them.

and not profane my creed, not mad at my saints, do not blaspheme the ashes of my Christ bearer. Today my faith gave way to a chest, my god now lost the charm, I forget who broke the rosary with my tears. "

"It's beautiful, but very sad," said Antonia instantly, who with one hand on the cheek, looking tenderly at Erasmus.

him with the disuse of his mouth and intimidation that resulted in the presence of that woman at his side, knew no more than shrug his shoulders and wrinkled his forehead as a sign of resignation. However, she did not care if the words and not let time pass gave him a loving kiss, which he accepted tentatively.

"I always see you sitting here, and I resist the urge to tell you that I like very much," said Antonio flushed as soon ended the kiss.

The sudden emotion with which they began their relationship, was kept alive until this afternoon, the same that killed Antonia. And although there were many details that Erasmus gave me, just tell me the reason for his anger: he could not bear to see her, sitting on a park bench, with the same look and the same gesture on his face when he approached him. The only difference was in the disappointing box was the man she looked, who also held a book and read to her with the same affection that Erasmus would have.

If I knew that something so trivial for many made so much sense to him, would not have joined in a crime that, even today, I find it fair. What more can earn a woman looking at two different men with the same face?

revenge There was more necessary that they understand death and Erasmus, because for someone who had nothing in life, it was impossible to share the only woman who could listen, without leaving out a single mock gesture of admiration for his lyrics. On that night, seeing him stuck on the temple of Antonia, I knew that the pen was the only honest company of a desperate man.

Even I can be, even with such rage that I covered my mouth Antonia to drown the screams and breathing. I can not be faithful to your company because of Erasmus hide the terrible secret of knowing that both are the same person and I keep a piece of your mind is disturbed, the idea of \u200b\u200bnot being alone in the world.

Maybe when he tries to read me his latest poetry know that no one hears him and nailed his pencil in my temple, killing and leaving death and life so tarnished that even beside the lifeless body of Antonia seemed which old body and no blood flowed.

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already seems pointless to debate or argue in this country. Colombia is a state of deaf and blind who put their stubbornness on expedited reality that manifests itself in front of you. On 30 May, the candidate for U party, Juan Manuel Santos, ranked first in the race by a significant margin of difference over a candidate Antanas Mockus, who was second with many fewer votes.

What are all the discussions that Santos had to play the role of victim? What fruits harvested arguments Mockus, Pardo, Petro and Lleras? What served the country know about the military killings and persecutions on the part of DAS? For nothing. The disappointing response to these questions leads to another question: Is Colombia a country of ignorant or lazy country? They appear to be both, but mostly the latter.

media are known in the many cases of false positives and spikes implemented by institutions who led at the time the candidate Juan Manuel Santos. It was known paramilitary input through the basement of the Casa de Nariño. And all this is not even the slightest force to take the momentum of the machinery Uribe seems to take over the country.

What happens in Colombia is the apparent triumph of simplistic propaganda and seduction to the hollow speeches are worth much more than a structured plan of government, a debate or a transparent policy formation. "More work, better paid" and "The toconur and tocosan" were phrases successful that captivated millions of voters.

And to finish the embarrassing (but effective) contents of the Santos campaign, the candidate of the Partido de la U assumed the role of victim to the inability to counter the arguments of their opponents. This situation, similar to that of a cheating liar, charmed the public as a fool in love.

However, any negative events, and tested against Santos is able to open the perspective to their voters. Even the threat that was posed to members of Families in Action withdraw benefits, as a result of not voting for him, is viewed with disfavor.

There are even people who qualify positively these acts, since it is the assurance of continuity of social programs implemented by this government (when in fact the creator of Families in Action was Pastrana). And I can swear, unequivocally, that the people that I've read such views have not been even vaguely close to the program to have the authority to give approval.

can not say under any circumstances, to give aid to the poor is bad. But the method has been used since the Pastrana government is totally wrong. This is because the word aloud welfarism appears in the Families in Action program, they are but crumbs that are delivered there.

How can it be possible that the delivery of 100 thousand dollars every two months to be effective in a country where the minimum wage is not enough to give a decent living for a family? It does not take an economic analyst to realize that this is the perfect excuse to mask the ineffectiveness of a government that employment generation was he big.
A corruption unsustainable

Beyond the false positive or DAS persecution and threats to Colombian citizens, the problem of corruption in the current government has deep roots, possibly cares not a voter Uribe.
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The issue is an eyesore that leaves the administration of Alvaro Uribe, not because of lack of management, but by abundance of corrupt hands on projects. In the case of the department of Huila, the Department of Water Plan will have spent more than 8 billion dollars in two years and works have not even begun.

More worrying still is the same subject in the department of Cordoba, where Uribe's government through an aqueduct was built inflated sums for which no current or a single drop of water because of the budget that came embezzlement almost 10 billion pesos (double the amount provided for the works).

Such events have a direct impact on the coastal town of Cordoba department with the consumption of drinking water a major cause of morbidity and mortality. It is strange, then, the great support they receive Uribe policies in this region.

same thing happens in Choco department with more marginalized in the country, and paradoxically one of the least input from Social Action programs of the President receives. There's money pipeline has allocated more than once. However, corruption has robbed the people of this area of \u200b\u200bthe country the possibility of access to clean water.

Low interest seemed to have Álvaro Uribe to give better sanitation to Colombia, as soon undertook to overthrow the conditions for the whole country had a sewer quality.

Following the issuance of the law 1176 of 2007, regulating the installation of water supply for all municipalities, the government issued the 1477 decree by which to put conditions on the certification process, will ensure the proper management monies.

However, seeing that most municipalities did not have adequate conditions for resource management, the government had to make a new decree (the 2323, 2009) which softened drastically the conditions of accreditation, so that all regions will qualify.

And before the obligation of all areas of departmental plans to enter the water, fell in a wave of corruption led by the departments of Chocó, Atlántico, Sucre and Cordoba, which are most affected in this large outbreak of robberies and patronage.

Thus, it is not strange that in the current situation in Colombia 818 of the 1,110 mayors are there in the country are under investigation for corruption and mismanagement of public resources.

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a popular adage that when the frog is removed from the pond to be put in hot water, splash and fight tirelessly until his death. However, when the pool is converted into a hive just the toad does not even realize and gave no resistance to an imminent death.

These days, amidst the feast of its landslide victory in the first round, walks Uribe asking the opposition to withdraw and stop babbling their attacks. It seems a popular clamor, oblivious corruption, killings and insults committed by this government. The

Uribe, like the toad, have been suffering from slight changes in temperature that keeps them unaware of the direction of his pond, and consequently others ask us to adapt to the boiling water.

However, there are still more than 5 million noticed the noisy frogs in his pond change happened and will continue paddling against the current of a failed model, although they die in the attempt to cool the hot pot which has become Colombia.

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Open letter to Juan Carlos Sierra



Excuse me, Mr. Juan Carlos Sierra, who in this open letter will speak in that tone so irreverent that you alone are worthy of use. In advance I ask you to forgive me if at some point I seem tantrums, because such attitudes are not worthy of anyone who does not carry his name.

should be "fifth", as you say, make a public criticism of a character as recognized national television, but is that unfortunately I'm lacking those people that is simply not bear to hear her voice or see their exaggerated gestures that seem to hit the screen.

only out of courtesy to the clueless who do not know, remember that you are a great host of Worldview canal, which runs every evening for successful clipping with your comments and criticisms that go deep to the root of every problem. But as you rightly know, if anyone you do not know of its existence, it is surely because it is an ignorant and lacking in culture that it should matter little to read. So we're not worn.

Undoubtedly you are a person not mince words (or head, of course). And that is why he has earned my admiration, but I repeat: I do not stand it. Really need to have enough courage to stand in front of a camera as you do, and begin to resent and comment on issues that clearly have no knowledge (or if available, not shown).

Sometimes in the midst of clattering head movements, I can imagine him changing his role as host for a rock star screaming and shakes her long hair. However, I actually landed and I immediately realize that theirs is only a child's tantrum in a big body.

recently saw him talking about politics, and I regret to say that I felt a little embarrassed. However, I understand completely. It's just not acceptable in any way that Dr. Noemi Sanin is copying the style of his, who should have a trademark. I really think that was the reason for his negative comments towards her, because I do not think you dare to criticize the exaggerated movement of the hand of Naomi, when they are identical to yours.

I must stress, however, his comments on the positions of other candidates. Very few of them, as it was pointed out by you, had the right disposition to win votes of the electors. Would totally agree if you become a political consultant for candidates to teach all the recumbent position, relaxed, seductive look that makes every time you check on your furniture set.

I know I'm not one to make recommendations. No more needed! A simple aspiring communicator, you should follow his example as a presenter, making suggestions. But I feel the painful duty to hint that occasionally drops his tennis furniture, not because it is an attitude lacking in good manners (or much less) but consider the people who clean his studio.

I can only say that seeing you is like reading a manual of journalism and public opinion. Not everyone has the pleasure of witnessing these voice inflections that go hand in hand with their claims, almost reaching the point of tears. Nor witness its master narrative, when her voice goes from higher pitch and more sensitive to strong and imposing. Much less to see his chameleon ability to get red in seconds.
All those things lead me to say what a great life!

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Traces of exile

The four strangers

More than 8% of the displaced population in Colombia belong to one ethnic group. Cities are becoming a must for the Indians who must leave their communities away by the fear of violence.

- Is not that enough? - Question outraged Miriam Chamorro, with the hint of an accent chocoano that his voice is slow and forceful. Every word seems a shell fired from the anger that he tells the story of people, their ancestors and their counterparts under victimized by the 'sin' of being carriers of DNA in Colombia seems cursed.

on your hair up sits a crown of colorful beads that contrast with her dark skin. Their features make off like a woman peaceful and undisturbed, until those big eyes open wide, surprised by the nonchalance with which he talks about the journalist who investigates the story of his family.

"There are hundreds of years of subjugation," he repeats over and over again, remembering all the times when the indigenous community was subdued before the interests of each group that tried to boot your material and spiritual heritage, settlers, soldiers, paramilitaries and even soldiers.

they sting to know that the name of your community is used to make policy and discarded as soon run out of campaigns. It bothers him that society looks askance at the fact that Indians occupy the cities. You are uncomfortable in front of you is a journalist, with his notebook, trying to make inferences about a reality that does not know.

"But for you it is very easy to judge-tops instantly. Miriam
knows best of everything that Indians suffer from Antioquia and Chocó, that because of violence are banished and forced to migrate to cities such as Medellín, where the council which Chibkariwak she is governor. For its office, located in Prado Centro, passed Chibcha, Caribs, Arawaks and Embera sick or threatened, seeking refuge in foreign territory.

However, its 2,800 members of the council can not offer more than a shelter housing and occasionally providing food supplies to make your stay more bearable in the city. Outside the scope of Miriam is the preservation of language and cultural roots of indigenous exiles, once they are in Medellín, are absorbed by the bustle abruptly obligee to seek survival.

The only vestige that testifies to the ascendancy of those who inhabit the council is the brown skin, straight hair, thin eyes and broad nose, these features Zambos that the city has not been able to seize and accompany them to the grave.

Chibkariwak Cabildo aisles are inhabited by people from the torso to the feet seem to inhabitants of any tenancy of the downtown: bare feet were the shoes changed by the Yines skirts and blouses breasts exposed by and bras.

That freedom to dress is one of the strangest customs Yamile Tunay, a displaced Embera that, despite occasional paint your body with Jaguar, you have to forget the clothes he wore before, to adapt to trends in textiles used in Medellín. Yamile

sits in a small longhouse which is located at the site of the council, after passing through the dark corridors where her two young daughters play: Clarina and Luzamira. Is illuminated by a light and shade caused by one of the white lights located at the entrance of the site. Just one can clearly see the right side of his face, the rest is in a darkly mysterious.

However, little light is enough to see the tears in your eyes are drawn to remember the past. Jamie seems to be about to mourn, quietly spoken but not sadness, but for the big effort made to try to be understanding of journalist although this involves falling into too many buzzwords.

Crying does not outcrop. Yamile remains unchanged counting the road that brought her to Medellín, and though his words highlight pain, his actions are completely neutral.

"When I came here suffering and suffering - he says quietly, in an attempt to articulate ideas.

She was born and raised in the Alto Baudo, Choco town where his Catrú Embera indigenous community, one of the few that in Colombia there has been mixed with mestizo descent. There she met her husband, Joseph Israel Stranger, where she had her three daughters, Ninfa, Clarina, Durney Luzamira and his son, and from there went terrified with the fear that the little family had just left him the target.

alone at 8 years old, his son Durney suffered health complications forced him to leave with his father in the community. Jamie had to say goodbye to her son and her husband, who left for Medellin to seek the help of Miriam Chamorro and San Vicente de Paul Hospital. Durney

suffering from cancer and pneumonia, and Joseph Israel, his father, had to carry not only the burden of the disease, but with the need to achieve to maintain its financial support and the child's stay in the city. The consequences of this effort did not wait and Joseph Israel (which was in charge of caring for Durney) suffered a cardiac complication that caused a quick death.

Because of the illness of her husband, Jamie had to leave again, but this time to let the Alto Baudo. Seeking to care for their child, arrived in Medellin, but it took a year and three months after the death of her husband so that she and her daughters also gave him the farewell to Durney.

Without any case pending in Medellin, Jamie returned to his homeland to return to the company of his daughters who both missed. However, in the Alto Baudo be met with a community engaged in a struggle against the guerrillas, who had left deaths on both sides.

"When I had a lot of gossip Yamile says ruefully, recalling the rumor spread among the guerrillas, who believed that his trip to Medellin was due to the intention to denounce to the authorities.

Knowing this and see that the families of their community were raped by the rebels led to a decision:

-Honey I'm not going to be here, "said her mother announcing that she, like many of their countrymen would take a 'panga' (boat) with her daughters to begin their trip to Medellin, although that went against their wishes.

In the city the situation fue mejor. Ser una madre viuda, que desconoce el idioma y que tiene que pasar de una economía del sustento a una competitiva le representó noches en las que ella y sus hijas aguantaron hambre. Haber salido con el afán del terror de su tierra le significó verse obligada a partir sin equipaje y recibir en Medellín las prendas caritativas.

Haber sido desterrada implicó para su familia olvidarse de toda la cultura que les pertenecía antes. Sus hijas hoy crecen lejos de las raíces que Yamile arraigó desde la infancia; visten yines y camisa (al igual que su madre) porque ya no caben en sus vestidos, hablan español porque eso es lo que les enseñan en el colegio, y porque no tienen otra salida para sobrevivir en Medellín.

The four bear the brunt of the stranger, that word which is to see them living in a shelter in the middle of a big city of that name that they left their father and husband and that falls on them as a sleight of fate that forced to live in a foreign place without considering the possibility of a quick return.