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E sta week, when I discovered a new wrinkle on my forehead but warned not to be a biologist paranoid, I'm getting old. I was angry and shrugged his forehead. I fell into depression but I remembered that biologists Carol Greider, Jack Szostak and Elizabeth Blackburn won the Nobel Prize in Medicine for discovering nothing more and nothing less than the key to eternal youth. Thanks to them, will chair other centuries and surely, I can relieve me of these lines. But how important to talk about my eternal youth. Would give more trouble to my mother and my week has enough whining. Then I thought of someone who longed to eternal life: eureka! Uribe can. He can do anything. But no. You have to be serious. I thought I recalled again and the Greeks. They do have wished for eternal youth. I went to the books and found the myth of Selene and Endymion:

There was a good resting Endymion Nari in his room when suddenly, he felt his hair, much like the mane of the beast, a gray off the pace. He was afraid to grow old so soon and leave the country in eternal agony. Ignominius God would not forgive. So he got out of bed and ran to the window. Selene stared at who was behind the glass watching your dream. He thought that maybe if Andres Uriel was eternal in the small stall minister-as eternal as the traffic jams between Melgar and Bogotá-it might be for the country. Contemplated the possibility of being eternal rule to Colombia, as 8 years are very few. This year, as a mental-masturbation led him to bed again. He did many tricks to do so. He went to his farm and caused a catastrophe. He drank the blood of slaughtered pray, tried the Holy Grail, sought the philosopher's stone crazy and nothing. Selene

One day she decided to go to the abode of good Uribión, and sat beside her without waking. He looked so helpless, interwoven with small hands or not kill a fly. But I ignored the fascination Uribión for her. Thus passed many days and months and years until Uribión woke at midnight and found that Selene was at his side. Since then wanted to be with her forever. But he returned to the channel in the sheet and wept. Asked to grant him eternal youth, so that she ran the Congress of Zeus, and in his bag packed some goodies for the gods of the pantheon (from Greek: coalition) including gold medals and Christ recorded and blank checks AIS grant. Upon his return, he had asked what Uribión. The gods of the coalition allowed him to be young forever only during sleep. On the eve grow old. Uribión criticized because he was not being fair. I already had with Holguin but occasionally wake up and aged a bit. He immediately lashed out against the courts and Selene asked to convince the people. RCN and ran asked a little help they did not dispute him. Released novels, messages, invented figures, etc. Until the people-then was dazed, "I gave the little hand to Selene. Uribe since it roused their tyrannical dream. I forgot to say


There is a good thing in all this. By 2090 I'll be alive. The grandchildren of the Galán be senators, and all the cemeteries in the country will have a headstone marked with the phrase: "Here lies Colombia" ... shine for her perpetual light

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Came from one of my routine trips. He had been in Tunja and part of the path of liberation. Also for some municipalities in Tolima and Huila. I boarded the taxi and a few small change (small coins) I paid up front, the man who was watching me from the mirror. Before he rode a talk repent. Within seconds I said what any citizen would say to divert or break the ice. "He's doing chilly!" "Yes ... is that because it rained the weekend ... said. The rest of trip he spoke, and I had no choice but to hear their stories. He talked about girls of 14 who leave school and they propose to taxi drivers take home (or who knows where) on the pretext of not having money and in return make oral sex, I told stories of gay couples, from infidelity; of "rabbits" (about animals that are lowered Taxi, peel and scurry back teeth without pay) and pseudo executives painted acquirers but do not even have 3 thousand dollars to pay for a full career. "This is ... luckily we got home, but I felt the indirectazo climb from the feet and tripe to their hair and their respective entries.

When I got off the vehicle began to feel discomfort in the body. I opened the door to the hideout and zaz! Straight to bed. After an hour and was caught on foot. The first thing I recall is the image of my mother in the rain in September, crying because we had run an apartment. Thing as overpayment and loss of receipts. After two stones that have been unchecked to me accompanied by a sound from beyond the grave, as when Juan Manuel Santos speaks. In a second my head was full of voices and images. Andrade saw Barreto's farm eating goat, a child called referendum seeking a sponsor, saw "Pepe" simulating the stories of Juan Rulfo and asking to "clean bellows" Mommy, tell them not to kill me, that do for charity!; also Mauricio Jaramillo was demanding accountability Barreto: Just today, I love today!, for the temple was spinning the "sheep Dolly" Lina Moreno playing the role of William Hanna (writer and director of the animated series Tom and Jerry) with a cloth soaked in vinegar around your head asking the cat and mouse that does not do more crazy, rebounded in the polls Daniel Samper Ospina and in his speech pledged to create a farm dog to be at "Pincher" and his family and a quarter It specializes in "country eggs" that generate referendums, monkeys and sheep "Dolly." So I figured senator. "I Senator? If anything I can deal with my ideas and impulses. I think even without a fever delirium. In the worst hour of my pipe dreams was Jennifer. I want you to remember it because it saves me from falling prostrate on a bed. The fever made me homesick again. We went over the look-how-I want to be a fever. So whenever I have a fever.

We were at El Dorado Airport. While we waited for the plane to take us to Barajas, he said, bit a woman, I'm happy. And I do not care if you sleep during the trip by train between Paris and Rome. We will go out many nights walking the streets of Amsterdam red and we drink in sips the winters of Holland. Remember many stories as cross your hands in my hands, standing before the region of castles on the Rhine. I ask only a kiss in the middle of Charles Bridge in the beautiful city of Prague. Then make love on the boards of a boat anchored in Marseille decadent afternoon. Do not go to mourn when you fester eyes a troop of red tulips and yellow. Take a coffee in any corner of Barcelona from where you can see the Sagrada Familia. And we'll run with Sancho and Don Quixote Dreams path he invented Cervantes. Do not forget to hug when we get to the ruins of the Roman Coliseum suddenly manage to survive that time images of gladiators and lions. At the top of the Eiffel Tower you will place another kiss, right there where you golden hair falls. And stay with me in previous years. Never mind that when you wake up the dream that we were from the first kiss, you look ash-covered hands. You've already been so happy eyes forever closed. But on earth will be yours eyes again, because the children of your womb return to the old ways where we came to love us. Resting in peace. Just

would I, but bite your mouth in the cold of a Swiss cottage. Glimpse children of Auschwitz. Give me ten kisses in London that I'll grow them back to Singapore. "Passengers bound for Madrid please address the Avianca Boeing 747 flight, hallway ...

When I went on this huge bird came the diarrhea. Gone were the images and dreams and words. I still have not recovered, although I've taken all these days serum.


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not stop saying: Barreto Uribe looks like more every day. And I have good reason, or suddenly do not weigh anything, but are my reasons. When Uribe is a victim of attacks or suspected to be, he grasps her hand, looks up, he inflated his cheeks and says, Uribe is not afraid to FARC! The same thing happens Barreto. Uribe has penetrated "holy places" of the FARC as Chocó, Guaviare, Caqueta, etc., And Barreto has been measured Alpujarra, Gaitania, Chaparral, Amaranth, Rioblanco, Dolores, Riomanso, among others.

Both early risers, cross themselves, live entrusted to God and love above all things to His Majesty The Democratic Security. Eureka! This is the key of hate that they have the FARC: love the security and democracy. But then we have to hate everyone because even the new generations are born with Anti-FARC sentiment. That does not mean that you have saved Barreto Democratic Security. God saved him Governor. "I think so, and God helped the driver of the bubble.

At noon of June 26 he went through a store. I could hear shouting on TV: Michael Jackson Died! Michael Jackson died! No ball stopped him. Who is Jackson. I returned to my routine tasks and four in the afternoon I heard on the radio, Barreto attacked! "I thought, FARC. You always think that. The attack occurred at a site known as La Balastrera in San Jose de las Hermosas, Chaparral.

According to the statement by the press, while the caravan that came to review the construction work Amoyá, was activated a firecracker which was followed by a burst of rifle. Fortunately, the shielding of the truck-neglected in the past because the brakes failed him, he avoided the bullets to kill the passengers. As you saw, Driver, the young hero, led the van to a more or less secure. Hump! were saved and there was no need for brakes since it took was gas.

I calmed down. I changed the dial and I continued my work. When I read the newspapers turned to go into shock. I could not understand or claims Barreto said back to the beautiful, much less the commander of the Fifth Army Division, Jairo Erazo. I was undaunted. The military are very stupid or very vain. "That's a plancito, in which the FARC (sic) trying to start as they did 20 years ago. (...) That's something minor that you do to try to stand again, "Erazo said. Who will be sent to say that sows. And I read the lines below statements Emilio Torres Ariza, commander of the Sixth Brigade. A pellets Dolex and two cups of water helped me cope. Ariza Torres said "they wanted to hold the vehicle," so playful. "... It was a face made of 21 that I wanted with it was to give the impression that they are still alive, but if you really wanted to demonstrate that they have an offensive capability would attack one of the helicopters, and have made 30 flights in the day and nothing happened. "

What would not kill the governor? Thank God they make mistakes too-clear that being committed over 45 years. Crossed data and situations. Torres was peeing out of the jar. The attack is not a plancito. Failed, but that does not mean that aimed to show. I recalled the failed assassination attempt against Pope John Paul II occurred on May 13, 1981 for hearing in the Plaza de San Pedro. A member of the religious and terrorist organization known as The Grey Wolves, Ali Agca, shot at him but missed. He went to Regina Coeli prison in Rome. Years later, John Paul II visited him and gave him forgiveness. Could it be that they-a global network of terrorism, like the shows? I also began to analyze and it is not the first time they try to "hunt Barreto."

According to the DAS, on Sunday June 21 was deactivated a car pump in Ibague. All indications are that would be placed in the vicinity of the Government of Tolima. In 2008, for the route from Canyon Combeima was off an explosive charge. And he has had to suspend a pair of community boards, chats, because I mean unofficial information warned plans to assassinate him.

The Governor returned to life. His pursuers failed. The Beautiful Children again received government assistance. Jairo Erazo Torres Ariza and smeared. Alejandro Martinez still has paved the heart of the scare. I did not finish my work. And what was what happened with Michael Jackson?

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A flight times I fail to comply with a meeting or an appointment. Stop the clock or sack an excuse. I tired the same stations as well as the governments themselves. From my den I throw stones at those who flatter the president and ask themselves, denying any possibility of democratic debate "If not Uribe, who." I do not want discourse on political ideas of daily living. It's a bird feeling or a single branch that releases me. I have the same delusions of an anchored ship. Or narrow incomprehensible in a circus elephant. So I hide in a wild flower and back to my letters and return to my site, it is impossible for me to escape the soul. I share my letter: Small

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I write this letter from anywhere in the world, or maybe I'm not anywhere. Only exist in the city that have been built into your skin. I write then in a train station, which they smoke in your face as you kiss. Sitting where he later write a float will mark apples snakes around your neck. Study

words I'm saying as if it were a discourse to destroy governments. But I resolve to say what led deeper. And then throw a net of ink into the hole where they live my words, all ragged, languid, pale, or throw a stone into the sky to drop grapes or plums clouds. Millimeter read the verse you have to read but again the figure that forms in your body and decide to simply say: I learned to walk on the oats. I also think your words twitching, bristling when cornered me your jealousy of a panther, and write: you wind it in your pride of a queen and throw me to the ground. You're a January morning: new, Serena and all full of anxieties. To celebrate you, pick up your lashes fall in the fury of the kiss and crime I make when I have. Thus, in succession write: I want to touch your body and leave it intact. Take away the sails and the sea decide our fate.

Tomorrow I pack up gagged. Taking me away from white theater of your laughter, and before the kidnapping want to say two words. Only two, but it turned intoxicating your eyes, two blocks that paints the twilight, with thousands of these tangled joys. Thou simultaneous birth and death causes, but most of your hair also runs the ink. I can not stop my pen ruined with the chirping of your voice imperfect orange. Talk to me, smaller than the air out of your mouth winds, and raises sighs traveling by the sea and its waves are returned.

As you've done since I came through that door rigorous, wait. Do it like Penelope to Ulysses. Save the brushes. Do not write in front of people. They can annihilate and overshadow. I trust you, that one word from you is enough for me to believe I'm the king of all the colonies. That there were no peasants will never be able to make grooves in your body Amazon. Not ever see you up early or stay up late reading you eyes projected stars. I am unique as the only breath from your chest alone. No two or three that look. I prefer poems that are so feeble, that many treatises on the right and logic. I want the duration of our war and that as they grow peaches in your land. You've inherited my bent and entangled smile on my face, and you love to fool joke in the world. Girl, you look like a jungle and I can not descifrarte roots. I just know that you love me as I love imperfect made of various minerals.

return one day as I have promised. I will fill you with joy and pass out on my shoulders as does the willow leaf in autumn. And when you are old, and you cross the front two separate pieces of wood, like, my baby, my pretty sentinel transparent to laugh and your voice ringing in tiny streams. I love your bones, because I have dreamed.

... And when you return, go to see stars falling in your eyes.

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Jennifer: Let your tears fall on my verses

Before sitting down to write this column, I heard Serrat carefully, read excerpts from Hemingway, a couple of verses and downloaded Silva on the table a tear. The American writer, Ernest Hemingway, scored many paradigms of literature, not only for its aesthetic achievements, but because he translated the words into a language rich in humanity. Not surprisingly, his work reached many shelves and libraries. He claimed: "When someone dies, something in me dies too."

seems ridiculous to think that the dead alien hurt us as much as themselves, but of course in my way of perceiving the world, I think that feeling is just the human condition. So when I see children pierced by bullets, Palestinian or Israeli soldiers with their bodies shattered by missiles, I die a little.

not one to throw over the news of the week when you are on the table new tubers, typical of the cuisine degenerate media, and I say with sorrow because my appetite is voracious. Some friends ask me why if you see news hurt, and embarrassed answer, is I learned to eat anything, in fact, never had an exquisite taste.
According to a report by the United Nations Children's Fund-UNICEF-fighting between Palestinians and Israelis claimed the lives of more than 300 children so far in the operation Solid Lead. To that number must be added the number of injured stands at 1100. The UN, computed over 860 dead include women and ambulance workers. "It's not just about numbers. These figures speak of children's lives disrupted. No parent can witness it without thinking about their own children, "said Ann Veneman, director of UNICEF. The head of that ministry also said that children make up the majority of the population of Gaza and bear the brunt of a conflict that is not theirs. Why is this woman and weigh their arguments. Not everything came to occupy such a high position.

glad that a woman leads one of the most important agencies of the United Nations. While in UNICEF does not save the world from cruelty, if it is honorable work to protect children. The agency has a professional team of nutritionists, emergency physicians, pediatricians and even psychologists who are playing the hardest job because they must ensure that children live (but mutilated or with physical) overcome the trauma of conflict, because while it make war outside, inside, only protect it.

But if I hurt those killed, who is the charge? A Palestinian guerrillas and the Israeli army. On the one hand the rule of terrorist acts and the other the same flag and legal terror. But it's not my role to judge good or ill, victims or perpetrators. While Palestinian guerrillas (of Hamas) supplies in schools, hospitals, refugee centers and headquarters of the UN and launch missiles against the Israeli population, they, repel the attacks and shoot children. Welcome to the "unruly centaurs."

The saddest part is not needed to give diplomatic stupid stupid statements. Israel's Ambassador in Spain, Rafael Schultz, in an interview with the English channel, RTV, said: "I know of no wars in which innocent people lose their lives." No lie, but it's a very diplomatic way to justify the death. Either way, it is an atrocious deaths and an approach to genocide, where nobody knows who made the war or who has it.

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Today children return to schools and parks. A life that stole them bullets. But they know is birder. One day grow and will be called to war.

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took two hours sharing drinks with friends. In the last hour of my repertoire is decreased and devote myself to trash the FARC. Suddenly, when I'm more steeped in hate, I turn the sound of breaking news. I think these are new figures produced by the horror of Israeli-Palestinian Intifada already completed 6 years and has gained about 5 thousand victims and even came to think it is about new revelations of "HH", which of course nobody it serves the slightest care. But no. Even the dead leave the earth as a drink bottle. Neither justice takes longer and is already taking "drunk." This is the release of 3 policemen, a soldier, Deputy Sigifredo Lopez, who has almost killed the soul and the former Governor Alan Jara, ie the humanitarian gesture by the guerrillas to start the new year. And not just for those released, but it will let you play the brunette, and participate, albeit insufficient, the Red Cross (the truth). Down my cheeks runs a chill sendo, I am very concerned what people think about. I feel the earth swallowed me like a landmine. I have afraid to look ahead, look like a child recruited by the FARC ... no no. I can not do this rancor. My hands were sweating as much as sudan Lizcano while fleeing the terror of the F .... At .... Too bad. Drinks will become violent and I get to be like Alfonso Cano. Did I Cano? Anyway. I do not know whether to apologize or leave the table shot as "Sureshot." While the Secretariat

devises a plan to free hostages, I discredit. I have no forgiveness. That's what I call a large demonstration of philanthropy and in return, my greatest baseness. I decide to go home but I await the right time. I can not remain the "razonero" of contention. I can not hijack the happiness of the people. No. No. I am not a terrorist of the Farc. I said it again.

Disturbed by my feelings back to the table and his voice made rifle, lash again. This time not the iconic "lords of the FARC," but those who are sowing terror in Colombia over 50 years, who met record numbers of kidnapping and extortion, those thugs who were masters of San Vicente, which mocked the Norita desire for peace and children, who destroyed people, condemned and prevented dreams progress in many regions of the country. Completed

my harangue, very shy by the way, take the bottle. I raise my head. Deep breath and words full of consideration for my fellow fighters: PROVIDED BY FARC!

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