Support Manifesto World of Culture in the General Strike of 29-S
put banks in the economy crisis, governments poverty, unemployment and labor reforms in trabajadore / as. The International Monetary Fund (IMF) world hunger.
On 29 September, is called General Strike in the English state, is the continuation of widespread unemployment, that between 10 and 13 August 1917, the UGT and CNT spread throughout the country, against the despotism crowned Alfonso XIII and the gangsterism of the employer.
29-S extends the success of the December 14, 1988, which brought cheaper tomb executive sought dismissal of Felipe González.
On October 5, 1934, the workers stopped the companies in support of the democracy that the right of the CEDA, was attacking. And the July 18, 1936 seconded to protect the 1931 constitution and the laws and imposing collective rights.
On June 20, 1985 already sought to end the public pension system and found the CCOO de Marcelino Camacho and other trade organizations like USO and CNT. On January 27, 1994 appeared temporary employment, the snip to unemployment and precarious contract format, another response restricts their ends.
General Strike of June 20, 2003 threw it away, the Aznar government decretazo. Now back to the load, to finalize the social gains that the working class, won by mobilizing and fighting and blood cost, fences, walls and torture it.
the undersigned, support the 29-S and the General Strike, to the detriment of neoliberal policies and another economic model to serve the cause of humanity and sustainable nature. The only solution to the crisis of capital is the implementation of the universal declaration of human rights.
September 29, stopped to be happier. Pepe
Viyuela. Poet and Actor
Silvia Delgado Fuentes.
poet Marisa Peña Fernandez. Professor of literature and language.
poet Eduardo Andrade Diego. Member of Culture Indigente.Poeta
Luis Felipe Barrio. Songwriter
Matias Avalos.
Songwriter Ana Perez Cañamares. Poet and Storyteller Ricardo Bórnez
. Poet.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
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rains in Alcobendas Poems for 8 days 7 September
night You do the cotton and Lycra.
Boquita
Nestea ice cream and glass of wine.
erect nipple and detailed. Kisses like daggers
and hair unbound.
I like to think that the night passes
,
in the black of your panties
and Imagine, little flannel
your thongs.
From the eyes of Ephesus
fresh honey, nuts and wheat,
mulsum Strabo and feet. Artemis
columns and Héclarito
putting time in the water. Earth sinks
on Mount Pion.
The waves are sores in the sand of the Aegean. In your eyelids
give wings to the river and you put Cayster
rowing at sea.
The Rome pilum kneels in the yellow vented
your hair down. The STOL
turns your white body tight.
Ms. Gonzalez Ms. Gonzalez
, blonde
sun skinny orgasm
mouth and shirt
Nivea.
holy dark pants, silver bracelets
moon
patent lips, eyes
caffeine.
Ms. Gonzalez, tits
daring, skin
Yinzhen,
office girl.
For you For you my Calvin Klein
would always be the drawer. And my socks
would still hung, the hanger
of Springfield.
For you my shirt,
not leave the cabinet.
And my pants, my
never abrocharían
waist.
my Vans For you, would not step
street and soles, should walk
no tar.
For you go to nudism,
for your hands.
Atlantic Your eyes in the sky Your eyes
night
round temperate
star
startled sea. Rotated
clouds, light
milked and organized moon. Your eyes
fascicles of the universe,
desire of my eyes,
of cat meows. Boleros
am,
pockets of my eyes,
dream dinner. Your eyes
galleons looks,
as cannons that shoot
roses hazelnut and Saturday
savanna
played in your breasts.
Your eyes are the Atlantic
The Atlantic gives a stab
Tagus
the Marquis de Pombal. Traffic
on ships and ports and places
highway
the caravels of Columbus. Monta
cane and palm trees and a leader
poet José Martí.
It gives a poor island land,
the brave Lancelot. And
molded western columns Mare Nostrum.
In the Treaty of Tordesillas, blinded for the allocation
your eyes.
Joaquín Sabina girl in Dublin,
A blouse
bespoken of Samuel Beckett and a label on the thong,
Guinness Black and sunset.
Apetece
close to James Joyce and undress your bra
Wrinkled nipples. That the needle
Of your black heels,
Encourage Grafton Street, pimp
of hips. And your jeans
cool.
And You, the absolute of all
Pine, timple and salt
cardón, Pedro Guerra,
his guitar, the wild olive,
feet of beach, sun
skin.
Captain Juan Rejon
to the rhythm of sword, the God Acorán
is challenging ravines,
in Guiniguada.
million broth, gourd
gofio
onrushing wave. And you
all attitude.
night You do the cotton and Lycra.
Boquita
Nestea ice cream and glass of wine.
erect nipple and detailed. Kisses like daggers
and hair unbound.
I like to think that the night passes
,
in the black of your panties
and Imagine, little flannel
your thongs.
From the eyes of Ephesus
fresh honey, nuts and wheat,
mulsum Strabo and feet. Artemis
columns and Héclarito
putting time in the water. Earth sinks
on Mount Pion.
The waves are sores in the sand of the Aegean. In your eyelids
give wings to the river and you put Cayster
rowing at sea.
The Rome pilum kneels in the yellow vented
your hair down. The STOL
turns your white body tight.
Ms. Gonzalez Ms. Gonzalez
, blonde
sun skinny orgasm
mouth and shirt
Nivea.
holy dark pants, silver bracelets
moon
patent lips, eyes
caffeine.
Ms. Gonzalez, tits
daring, skin
Yinzhen,
office girl.
For you For you my Calvin Klein
would always be the drawer. And my socks
would still hung, the hanger
of Springfield.
For you my shirt,
not leave the cabinet.
And my pants, my
never abrocharían
waist.
my Vans For you, would not step
street and soles, should walk
no tar.
For you go to nudism,
for your hands.
Atlantic Your eyes in the sky Your eyes
night
round temperate
star
startled sea. Rotated
clouds, light
milked and organized moon. Your eyes
fascicles of the universe,
desire of my eyes,
of cat meows. Boleros
am,
pockets of my eyes,
dream dinner. Your eyes
galleons looks,
as cannons that shoot
roses hazelnut and Saturday
savanna
played in your breasts.
Your eyes are the Atlantic
The Atlantic gives a stab
Tagus
the Marquis de Pombal. Traffic
on ships and ports and places
highway
the caravels of Columbus. Monta
cane and palm trees and a leader
poet José Martí.
It gives a poor island land,
the brave Lancelot. And
molded western columns Mare Nostrum.
In the Treaty of Tordesillas, blinded for the allocation
your eyes.
Joaquín Sabina girl in Dublin,
A blouse
bespoken of Samuel Beckett and a label on the thong,
Guinness Black and sunset.
Apetece
close to James Joyce and undress your bra
Wrinkled nipples. That the needle
Of your black heels,
Encourage Grafton Street, pimp
of hips. And your jeans
cool.
And You, the absolute of all
Pine, timple and salt
cardón, Pedro Guerra,
his guitar, the wild olive,
feet of beach, sun
skin.
Captain Juan Rejon
to the rhythm of sword, the God Acorán
is challenging ravines,
in Guiniguada.
million broth, gourd
gofio
onrushing wave. And you
all attitude.
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