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The lady who always waits

From the chill of the marble, is a lady who looks at the empty sockets of her eyes carved a distant point that we, mere mortals, we fail to understand. Marble Lady looks on in silence for more than seventy years. Its author is dead, there are not descendants of Don Arturo Dresco, an artist who from the distant nineteenth century Italy came to this country, lived and exhibited his art and later died leaving us with the unique and unparalleled bronze sculpture of General Belgrano, symbol of this town since 1927 and bust the modest but intriguing. Nobody remembers as Don Arturo Dresco.

In the Upper Room of The Recova often se ha especulado sobre quien es la modelo de “La Anunciación”, nombre por el cual se conoce a este busto que esta frente al museo municipal del pueblo. El sencillo pedestal con unos mosaicos que dicen “La anunciación” basto para que generaciones de belgranenses jamas se preguntaran el misterio de la Dama de Mármol. Pero es sabido que las sagaces mentes inquisidoras del Cenáculo no se desaniman fácilmente cuando algo ha captado su atención, y e misterio de esta dama lo hizo.

Todo comenzó una tarde cuando el frío otoñal invitaba a quedarse en casa, pero en el Cenáculo se discutía un verso de Horacio que dicen:

No pretendas saber, pues no allowed,
to me and you that we have assigned the gods
not consult Babylonian numbers. Prefer
accept whatever comes, whether
many winter
Jupiter or grant you this is the last, which makes
the Tyrrhenian Sea break against the cliffs opposite
.
Do not be mad, filter your wines
and adapted to short your life expectancy
long.

As we speak, time flies
envious. Live today
(Carpe Diem)
capture it. Be wary of an uncertain tomorrow.

How had started this discussion? Following the recent national tragedy that saddened the country. One group argued that this defeat was inevitable since the fatum (target) is fixed according to these verses of the Latin poet Horace, others argued the opposite, also based on this same composition. The discussion, if it is karmic philosophy, becomes passionate about in the archway, so at the request of Matilde, the young woman who tends bar, and after a round of this strange drink with an name not be mentioned under penalty of invoking the powers of hell and end up haggling over the unlikely heart of one of the parishioners in exchange for a small favor eventual evil, it was agreed to seek an impartial arbitrator to resolve this thorny issue.

Know who to call from the world of the dead and was another Byzantine discussion. The first temptation was obviously rely to some great figure of history (Caesar, Alexander, Napoleon, etc) but it is common knowledge that these figures tend to be frivolous and not appear as if words are to quote a little, well not usually answer what is asked, are making their own self-aggrandizement so to sell one of his many literary works. We therefore chose to rely on someone more humble and connected to the Latin American world. As General Belgrano is characterized by its beautiful bronze statue, dating from 1927 and was the magnum opus of Arthur Dresco, was conceived by the artist forgot to draw unanimously.

After the ritual marked by the Necronomicon (economic Edition rustica ¾ folio softcover and some misconceptions) and complemented by dark spells Carmapatraca (whose depths one day reveals a risk of betraying a love forgotten: Julieta Magaña) completed the mystical invocation that soon bear fruit. Emerging from a

ectoplasmic mist that some attribute to the excess of Parisiennes, came the sad figure of the teacher. He sat with the customers, and quite naturally ask for a double portion of drink unnameable. The astonishment ran through the crowd Do the spirits can taste liqueurs like that?
"Certainly," replied the Dresco materialized - Do you not know that for example, the Pacha Mama is honored by pouring gin on earth, the ancient mythological gods making libations? -
-Aha-bounded Carlos Frasin "That's why the priests at Mass are sent some wine, which is the blood of Christ ...-
"Not exactly, that's another thing," replied the spectrum giving the glass and asking another, who diligently brought in an instant Mati
- And what is the reason for the visit, gentlemen? -
"There has been a terrible tragedy and we need to know ...- nomas
-Say, I'm all ears,"
-Boca lost to Mexico. Libertadores Cup yesterday at the Bombonera, and we need to know if this was planned or was it something that happened without the outside ...- And I reached the verse of Horace.
The illustrious dead pale, if a spectrum might fade a little more even. Exclaimed painfully
- Is this verse, if this verse? - And began to mourn inconsolably. The hearing was re-electrified with amazement. A respectful silence accompanied the ghostly sob and another glass of the drink that we should not invoke. Finally opened
heart - Have any of you know my work? -
"Yes, the bronze sculpture of Belgrano-
" No, there is another, and nobody remembers this and virtually abandoned in a public park in front of your local museum. ..-
An ominous silence was the response of those present in the Upper Room until Bocha Viejo
venture a hypothesis - This is a marble bust? -
-The same. Trace is a marble bust of the purest. The call "Annunciation" and dying in my will of this people donated ...-
"Yes, I remember it. It is a beautiful woman who is with a hand on his heart, the other extended .-
"Indeed, for nearly two decades I love this woman. Contemplate his face a thousand times and other times you want to caress her tatas her cheeks. I should settle the coolness of the stone, with the idea that the message, which bottle thrown into the sea, finally arrived at their destination, but never did, and certainly can not die while back, I will die without ever happen ... -
"He was married, that was the problem ...-

" No - Do not you ball was because he was poor and socially anyone? - Don Clark venture tactless
-Nor, although it is more cruel
- More What can be? "She did not love him? -
" Even I never knew "The confusion gripped everyone. Steep one cup went
-A Natalia but never saw in my dreams. She would not be born until 1975, almost fifty years after my death. The love without being able to access it, ever. Imagine carving his handsome face someday she would see and understand who were these strange dreams that some rare and fleeting opportunity share. But I failed, it would not be born in this town but in Buenos Aires and never walk these streets ignored and was reflected in a twilight love evanesce every day with the dilution of marble by the natural elements and human carelessness. I'm fried. The Annunciation is called not by Christ and his mother, but by a love that could never be. Thanks for the drinks,
farewell .- And no time to require more, vanished in a puff blue. Cenacle parishioners remained silent, which only happened twice since the creation of the world. And weighing on their consciences secret of maestro Arturo Camargo Dresco and beads of glasses that he drank. One by one they were removing meditative silence, and the last, as is de rigueur, a position with the dead.

Make Invisible Plate Hangers

OTTO E MEZZO (Eight and a half)

"A logged in crisi abbandona creative if i ricordi, fa riaffiorare suggestioni personality, if immerge in visioni che, partendo dalla realtà, di Carichi scivolano in college fantasy. Il present if nourished by the work pasate afferi desideri, Dubbie, sensi di colpa, disorientamenti. Film che non é voleva nascere: Passarella finale with global attori che tutti riunisce stretti per hand, agli ordini di records ... "

A film director whose creativity is in crisis leaves memories, evoking personal suggestions , is given to visions, leaving the reality, come to fantastic worlds. Between desires, friendships, doubts, remorse, confusion, this is fed from the past. Everything depends on the film takes shape: in the end you meet all the actors holding hands, ready to (finally) to obey the director.

Eight and a half is one of the most transcendental movies Federico Fellini. Its protagonist, the beloved Marcello Mastroianni is the director of a movie (in fiction) who has no rhyme or reason, a pain that deepens the chasm in our hearts in our dual capacity as spectators who seek to make sense to the film starring the same film in our lives. The shadowy darkness is a heavy veil that is loaded into the soul of a poet, artist, or be sensitive senses its load without knowing how to cope. The icy fingers of the great existential questions penetrate our flesh helpless as icy spears, and we transmit the full consciousness that makes us feel that absence without knowing what it is. A bitter taste we sense but do not know how to define it. The big question of our souls is not knowing what is our need to exist, what is the justification that will lift our spirits and finally discover that it was true that there is a god, a feeling called love and a fulfillment that you may be able to reach but not for a moment that fugacity redeem forever that we call life. Arden

our hearts in the cold hell of our doubts. It hurts not to feel, and even more painful to feel the essence of pain. Why not give birth is so painful and cruel as to do so, and only giving life the goal is reached. As parents we worry about our children born and unborn. Just finding the reason for the existence we know that we exist and give direction. There is lack of capacity or sensitivity: the excess is what haunts us and leads us into paths we stray into the mazes more intangible. Immersed in the sweet sea of \u200b\u200bself-pity and others, says the defeat without a fight, the fierce pleasure are some of the dangers to circumvent. Loading feeling pain and mortally pierced our souls, eventually find the joy and warmth, because only then appreciate the desert oasis, it quenches your thirst and there is perspective.

sensitivity, intelligence and goodness inevitably have this existential pain, because only he has the knowledge and perception of the world as it is, and not their looks, feels. Life is doubt, feel is sore. His fruit is the joy of discovery and the gift to turn to others, but in the meantime the process corrodes our souls, as the chart Marcelo Federico film. A movie that is my autobiography, yours and our brothers.

Only when the director (of fiction) took the reins of the actors and make them march to the discretion of their designs, there regains his peace and his soul, bursting with the joy of living fully and know why. Meanwhile, as the caption reads, we are puppets of our absences or needs. Otto e Mezzo

was filmed and released in 1963, the year of my birth ...

What's The Best Tea To Drink When Fasting

Neferhotep The Beautiful Fall Peace and Good

few days ago an event occurred that pass completely unnoticed in the world but had great and shocking consequences in the Cenacle of The Recova. This is nothing more and nothing less than the credit for the discovery of Pharaoh Netherotep, called "The Beautiful and the good" by two archaeologists in the distant Belgranense Abydos, Egypt clear.

As is known to all our readers, Belgraniano Association of Mummies and Tombs (ABMT) is not just an excuse to pay homage to old local families. At its heart lies a secret revealed: it is a society that seeks to old Egyptian dynasties lost, as the case of the thirteenth with this king. And why this strange occurrence? Has a logical explanation, rational and well founded, but we do not know ... It is a mystery. And even more when its members virtually know nothing of history, less than hieroglyphics and Coptic language. Just so you know, has transcended the Cenacle, which have a colorful sheet of the late magazine little glasses that would date back to the 40's stuck in the wall of their secret club. There on a graph displayed Neurus, Pucho and lanky Egyptian gogo dresses, displays the picture of the many and incomprehensible Egyptian dynasties. Whenever we discover a new tomb in the Valley of the Kings or the sacred island of Abydos or where That is, they take a marker and corrected the old laminate. But most disturbing is that they tend to anticipate and account for their whole dynasties have been rewritten, added hundreds of unknown kings have gradually come to light and also its remarkable predictions tend to be almost infallible. In the Upper Room

thought it was a diabolical plot, but a brief analysis to rule out the Clowns, Dwarfs and Navy Zin inclusive. The ABMT was alone, alone, alone. Neither the Vatican, KGB, CIA, or the Community Police had infiltrated agents and less directed the destinies of this mysterious foundation. Only once a tragic oversight, the Paraguayan maid to clean it had entered left the door open by mistake and had a look at the incredible chart to this point covered the entire site. Immediately the most cruel and terrible punishment fell like lightning on the unsuspecting Guarani was cast without recommendation. Frustrated

was in all the butcher shops and bakeries of the people who had ABMT sponsored by the Devil, who practiced horrible ceremonies in incomprehensible languages \u200b\u200band possibly even sacrifice children on the altar of an unholy god. This caused a great shock: the local Peronist wanted to join the ABMT (but rejected) and the Mayor got to say in the local channel due to attacks by the opposition, "the government items had not assigned or in any way sponsoring the ABMT, except for registration as a public good institution which exempts it from paying fees for lighting, sweeping and cleaning, collection and road network, as well as other associations with which neither local government kept doing more as the Boys Choir Club anarchists and evicted by Mal de Amores. "

But how this company was able to determine these things? The only clue is that in addition to existing walls covered with dynasties and names, many of them still undiscovered, was the prodigious amount of puzzles that were way beyond the coffee table and were scattered across the floor to form a queer several centimeters. Crosswords of all types and color, but always the "classic" style. Nothing claringrillas or bustofredones. In addition to the table with an ink pen (the kind that saliva is purple and indelible trace) in one corner an old 286 computer with a hard green phosphor monitor and a mere 2MB of RAM complete the chart described the lengthy Guarani in great detail at the request of the Cenacle in special session. By some secret algorithm of the old pájaras ABMT had developed a devilishly complex to unravel the forgotten history and complete a perfect skein. The old tart never reveal his secret, it was the only reason for their lives: spinning the wheel of fate. The secretary, the president and treasurer of the association members only by their age uncertain as for its beautiful characters, called The Fates: Clotho "Rodriguez," Lachesis "Gonzalez Riera and" Atropos "Aguirregoitia Unzue. As clarified by the Universal Encyclopedia of Belgrano in his only issue:

"They assigned each person a part of good and evil would carry with it, although bad could grow by the clumsy actions of each person. None of his decisions could be overturned, even by the gods themselves, whose fate also was marked by them. Clotho was the youngest and carried fabrics and yarns of all kinds and colors as varied as the destination type of the individual. Thus the silk and gold were for men whose fate was happiness while unfortunately came symbolized with wool and hemp. Lachesis was the one who moved the contraption in which they wrapped the threads that gave Clotho, while Atropos, the eldest, always ready to undertake, with very long scissors, cut the thread of life from whom he pleased, when and suddenly wanted to. "

And never second thought when I met the ABMT, no never transcended his dark statutes nor their women members were renewed or increased and always were known as widows or spinsters. A serious doubt and debate persists within the Cenacle Who are they? What is your secret strategy and function? Neferhotep "I" The beautiful and good, "King between 1696 and 1686 (before a priest of Abydos) was a great guy or a flower bastard?

Why Do People Masterbate

The day he left, the dark air
the beings who inhabit the earth
off his fatigues, and I,
just getting ready to wage war,
against the road and against suffering
that evoke unerringly my mind.
(Divine Comedy, song II)

When there is no longer anything to lose, one attains peace. So he was John E. after a painful marriage separation. Suddenly he realized that the success and failure of things depended not only on his will or his mistakes such as gender was an issue because there may be two of one, even in bed have two bodies, is a subtle form masturbation and self-deception. There is also the feelings of masturbation, especially concluded (inferred) with the wisdom that gives the tear. Juan E. life has started again, when you think you had reached the zenith, the highest point in fact was found at the nadir, the most opposite pole. Even in this regard had been a disappointment. His beloved astronomy had not been kind to him. After all, the difference lies in how we look at the center of the universe.

The first feeling was of anger, bitterness and the second now, just now when he had no say nor do anything by the remotest of chances of returning to feel the body in the dark and feel fulfilled when the two reached its climax, there, with the certainty of death in life and the impending separation from her that will be with their children to distant and unattainable for him on the spot knew that peace is achieved.

It is obvious that the only price you pay is death in life. Death is no hope. Death is not having nothing more to feel or nothing more to vomit, anger, love or pain. While walking, going to work and sometimes even a smile often, Juan E. is dead. Maybe that's the price of having lived. Update


He drinks his coffee desperately against the window that filters the backlight morning on a day of agony autumn. Grey Street, gray in his soul. Baby with the urgency of knowing that you do not know what to do after drinking. Emptiness trying to hurry filled the soul with the void he felt since he was born and now more than ever, it pierces your soul like an abyss into another. But now he wonders more like this. I have nothing but a single color of the rainbow, and that vision even masking their exhaustion and old age. Suddenly stop drinking coffee in the Violets and walk slowly down the avenue trees which exhibit their claws to the sky, without a leaf, gray and broken. Direct their steps towards the river and choose a point where fishermen always take out their prey. It threw and while the muddy water full sight and exhaust air from his lungs with joy that I always think hate to fishermen, and now, thanks to him, to stop fishing at that site. Update II

"Autumn is the effect of Belgranense" was the unanimous opinion of the Cenacle Recova, which as we know, cordially detest the Violets, the rival bar.