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"All visitors and followers of the blog, I wish to spend pleasant moments in this time," laughed a lot, they are very happy and receiving the new year, 2010 , with high hopes, it has peace, love ... Money? well, to continue with art, which gives color and meaning to life "A fraternal hug , Norberto Alvarez Debans

Will The Pain From Emphyzema Go Away

trip Chronicle announced:

A trip to the hometown, reason, 50 th anniversary of graduates from the National School of Commerce.

By Norberto Alvarez Debans

Back to hometown after several decades to meet with high school classmates, fill our minds with feelings and emotions. Instruments that move us deeply, throat tightness, which barely concealed tears hover.

City, Paraná and peers de aquellos tiempos, ubicados ahora en un aula que nos fuera común, a lo largo de 5 años de convivencia, hace tanto tiempo. Adolescentes inquietos, curiosos y dispuestos al conocimiento y la amistad. Viejas picardía, bromas, paradigmas que vuelven a hacerse presentes, adolescentes que han crecidos, cautelosos, ávidos de volver a verse como en aquellos tiempos. Para muchos, la ciudad alberga nuestro primer hogar, nuestros padres y los familiares, hoy casi todos muertos, es el “si lugar”. Es el origen, el “ground cero” de nuestras vidas. De la amistad, del cariño y del primer amor.

Un programa a respetar, visita a la escuela, recepción de la rectora actual, mujer joven y simpática. Visita a una de “nuestras” aulas, allí; palabras de un antiguo rector, de un celador de aquellos tiempos, emociones, algunas lágrimas resbalando lentas por los rostros, por momentos adustos, labrados de arrugas, pelos blancos, palabras, silencios, voces que conmueven, que se meten despacito en nuestras mentes. Imágenes de abuelos-alumnos sentados en pupitres, algunos distraídos mostrando sus fotografías, conversando entre sí, orgullosos de sus familiares, de sus hijos, de sus nietos y por momentos llenos de risas, brillo en los ojos y alegría. Sentimientos encontrados, emotividad y felicidad, pasado y presente, que se funden a cada momento.

Alguien sugiere que cada uno de nosotros count aspects of his life, anecdotes, opinions, whatever you want to know. Gradually slows and each next to their desks and tell. Some are expressed with ease, others with difficulty, paused, as chewing the memories, others excited, eager to express their experiences, rich, abundant life is what happened, different, like each other, full of nuances. Fifty years have gone, from the soul, slipping through his fingers and again the tears and laughter, flooding the classroom. Applause, applause continued for at nineteen speakers who have verbalized their lives in a few minutes each.

We look, we smile, we discover, we are behind of the current faces, we found youth, old age behind, is now out of the room slowly, no hurry, walk through the old galleries on a gray day, a fine mist with us splashing our lives, we go a little more on the day scheduled and memories as a white aura surrounds us and thus we walk. Walk in silence, enjoying the ride, which may not be repeated.

This "if held" there belongings, experiences, memories that brought us together and unite us, no friendship. Memories of teachers, of circumstances that had slept for decades and now we appear, slowly emerging, a curtain that runs and looks up que nos vimos ayer, todos prendidos del recuerdo que supo juntarnos hace 50 años y ahora otra vez, todos juntos en la escalera, flashes, cámaras. Nadie quiere perderse nada, fotos que hay que llevar a casa, para algunos muy cerca, para quienes se quedaron a vivir en Paraná, para otros, a cientos o miles de kilómetros de allí. Para los que viajaron para la conmemoración, para reencontrarse con los recuerdos, fotos para asegurarse que existieron esos recuerdos, que todo fue cierto.

Al medio día un almuerzo, ya cada vez más nosotros mismos, los seres de hoy y sus recuerdos. Una amistad que ha renacido. Una larga mesa de un restaurante nos contiene, intercambiar mail, celulares, un tiempo tecnológico has changed our minds. At night, a dinner at the home of a colleague, we are as we were decades ago, sitting among classmates, friends, laughter there. Suddenly a colleague that morning was not reached, the blind, walk slowly, and we will go with recognition, his hands go over relief on the faces, many suffer in silence, others cry and seeing her, she smiles, is happy again.

At the end of dinner, a fellow comedian is revealed as a brilliant, talented. He makes us laugh out loud, telling their unique story without end, a very particular gaucho, half adventure and half philosopher. A walker flat pampas of Argentina, lovable, hesitant and full of simple and austere life. His face, his speech, his inflections, his gestures, touch us .. Bright as graduates tonight, maybe tomorrow everything that happened seems a dream.

The real fact was, on December 11, 2009, at the National School of Commerce in Paraná, Entre Ríos. It was raining.

Chest Infection And Rash

I beg you to read Dialogic Connection

Story:
by Norberto Alvarez Debans

S and that you were subtly in everything you did. Also, if there was a first time, was our neglect. So we knew that Sunday when we return Palermo y fue notar tu ansiedad por revisarlo todo, pero de esa manera que tuviste desde el principio. En nosotros, te confieso, privó la sorpresa por sobre el temor de hallarte aún en casa.

En un primer momento, nos pareció que habías ingresado, por aquella ventana que encontramos abierta. ¿Un decorador de la contradicción? Ya que fue ver todo en el lugar opuesto al elegido por nosotros, para lograr ese equilibrio de la casa y sus objetos; ese mundo en el que encontrábamos nuestras personalidades. Apenas entre, supe que eras una mujer. Quedó tu perfume flotando en las habitaciones y la delicadeza de los objetos retirados de sus lugares y puestos en posiciones opuestas, pero con cierto orden, con some aesthetic appreciation, as if deprived of you the art of theft on your attitude.

I confess that first time you took us by surprise. Nobody had gone well at home. Novelty, accompanied by further reasoning was that cold fear then we invaded. That feeling was we have been infringed on our privacy, our closets, in those drawers open and exposing our person to your curiosity. So, then, was to run each in the house for more personal things, the most beloved and verify which of them was not. And somehow, if that were chasing, you made your mess without realizing we went in domestic competition trying to figure out with my wife, who had brought him more, that object was not more. We saw

spend days without leaving the surprise of being stolen. Why us? As we discovered new missing the experience of your actions back to us every so often. Imagining over and over again, ad nauseam, the shape of your income and resources which valiste you to capture information. And that is silent and subtle fold. Moreover, despite the days, still feeling your perfume where surely posaste your hands or your body. On my desk, every time you ran the curtain covering the window, breathed your fragrance. But much to my regret and like all things, the fragrance was diluted with bland over time.

And it was that first time when a woman showed your personality. For the clothes that you took, for the jewelry you chose and especially the blouse and skirt for my wife to match. You looked up intonation with the right purse and shoes, I know it was like to give you something to show it off. But still, I was pleased to hear that you took that ... and you know of my appreciation. Know that this gesture, this delicacy to leave me a note in the bedside table would help move me, so I apologize. And the last significant, "forgive" escrito sobre la madera fibrosa, con ese lápiz de mina gruesa, aún así tenía la liviandad de tu trazo, esa gracia de mujer, ese pequeñísimo remordimiento que sentiste al llevarte aquello. Sabías el valor que tenía, lo mucho que significaba para mí.

La primera vez note que solo retiraste objetos de mi mujer y aquello que tanto extraño; luego te dedicaste a acomodar mis cosas en otros lugares, como jugando con los volumenes y las formas, reubicándolos a tu manera, después sentí que con ello me habías prevenido de tu próxima visita, casi agrupastes lo que te llevarías.

Cuando ya habíamos bajado la guardia, cuando casi and not talk about it, you came again. It was much more blunt: the camcorder, projector, cameras, calculating machines, values \u200b\u200bwere sticking by their size, rather than what you were going to. Did not touch anything else. Did not open the drawers, yes; hojeastes the book Alice in Wonderland and I do not know why you did not yet know ... I returned to find another message, this time a piece of paper on the freshly ironed shirts, I swear I moved to add my name to the apology: "I had to, sorry Norberto"

I wrote: "I read and reread Alice in Wonderland Wonderland, and I do not know I did not know why you chose that book, nor where to stick out my name. You're gonna try a third time, because I anunciastes again, and I appreciate it. You moved all the pictures, audio equipment and televisions, as announced, and explaining that you alone had no decision, it was not just your responsibility, that the third might be on another level, perhaps the furniture. For this reason we hope. I want to communicate with you, so I write you this letter because it is the only way I have to say all these things, because they know how to play with your objects, it could not, as you've done with mine. But I tell you that if you intended contact me, you've made it, just appreciate your conduct, your way of doing the work, the way you are. This playful attitude to move my things and leaving me a gesture of those messages, for all that I know I return those, so small and insignificant to outsiders, you took and what all I have ... the rest is all yours. With affection, Norberto "The double and left on furniture.

Six months later, a weekend we traveled to Mar del Plata, there was the third home visit. Much more violent, because imagining the next robbery My wife wanted to secure doors and windows, reinforcing the locks. They had to force the door, destroying it. The house find it almost empty. Three or four days after this, I do not know for sure, after ringing the door bell, found in the mailbox of the mail, a brown paper bag. Had the perfume of that first day, I confess I was surprised to feel some joy.

open with anxiety, almost break your esquelita containing: "Norbert, I give you back what you wanted and I beg you to forgive me" .. Wrapped in the fragile paper towel was the smallest object that both appreciated and a signature: ... Alicia. ---

From unpublished book Zangamanga. 2 nd Chapter. Norberto Álvarez Debans.
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How To Sterilize Tongue Rings

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Pintura Conceptual:
CONEXION DIALOGICA 59 09
Motivo: Reunión de Bachilleres del Colegio Nacional Domingo Faustino Sarmiento de Paraná Entre Ríos, conmemoración 50º aniversario de egresados.

Por Norberto Álvarez Debans

Las demandas de una tela en blanco:
Estuve pensando la forma de representar este acto en una imagen, en una painting, finding the issue of possible visual narrative, until I remembered a concept: Batjin dialog (*) In principle I would not have an individualistic, isolated, it is a social being. His past, the various "selves" that constitute and define from their past, their spoken voices, expressions in the present, form a set of beliefs that are intertwined and connected on dialogue with that of others with whom you communicate.

missing images I was already planted the concept from that position I defined the many graduates as eyes diverse forms and expressions, located on a dark background that represents your past. Then develop dialogized connections, which overturned on a white table, representing the meetings and present. Thoughts on this are interconnected with each other, multiplying and imaginary concepts diverse shaping dialogically interconnected colorful bubbles.

The picture was drawn at the end of the meeting and remained in the hands of Ramon Enrique Bachelor Seppy, in this work are deposited with 50 years of intellectual connections brought from the past and turned over to the present, from the new experiences, professions and paradigmatic projections each.

I was very pleased to contribute to this little work, the reunion with my classmates, after five decades.

(*) 1895-1975 Mikhail Bakhtin

Tom Et Lola Information

CONNECTED, balanced and hidden

Reflections:

SERIES OF DRAWINGS AND PAINTINGS, "CONNECTED "Alvarez Debans


Concepts:
online. Continuity. Beings together. Dasein. Essence of one another. The object being, of being the object from the air or water from the fire.

During the 90's I worked with the concept, "human connected" with each other o con un objeto. El, y los objetos simbólicos de la sociedad, de la naturaleza, del espacio. Desde el odio, desde el amor. Seres en si, puesto a seguir circunstancias, influencias, órdenes, comportarse ficcionados frente al otro o a los otros.
Contingencias posibles, algo que sea o no sea. Dudas sobre lo necesario y lo contingente, estar “conectado” a otros, esperar respuestas. Algunos títulos de estas obras evocan un sentido; ¿Quién soy yo? ¡Estoy inmerso! ¡Guerra! Algarabía de ser cada vez más uno mismo. ¿Y si no soy yo? Campaña de concientización. Hombre PC. Ascendentes. Expresiones y conexiones, his torias, vacío, brutalidad, dolor, muerte.

¿Por que esta serie, Conectados? Porque ocurre así, de pronto, a la vuelta de la esquina, una imagen, una voz, un concepto, una lectura y se va sedimentando y entonces ahí esta la idea, incisiva. Allí todo; “lo visible y lo audible” volcar en obra física, lo audible. Temas; seres unidos, por la felicidad, por el bienestar o por el solo vivir “conectados” en redes sociales en el reino del Bit. Poesía, flores, color espacios físicos, virtuales, espacios tensos, un fondo, una figura, una forma o solo partes. Fragmentos contenidos en uno, junto al objeto que promete felicidad. Continuo de los iguales, de los opuestos, de todos, unions and monitoring, the happening, being referred to as "connected" among others, in space, as empty as full.

Like many painters, writers happens again and thought about some issues, redevelopment of a larger work, late rethought. It is curious, as there are new variations on a theme which is basically governed by the concept that was initially, perhaps out of step, but is there intact. Persists in the whole continuum persists, in spite of us, remains online, on hold, balance and hidden, with an order not to leave us empty, into nothingness.

Works: From top to bottom and from left to right.

We are bound, Painting Acrylic on canvas, 31x38cm, Year 1990. Influences

, Gouache on paper, 22x34cm, Year 1991.

Pilar and Cristina, Painting Acrylic on canvas, 48x38cm, 1991.

Group Therapy, Painting Acrylic on paper, 48x35cm, 1990. United

in space, Painting Acrylic on canvas, 54x58cm, 1990.

Masks and Dependencies Acrylic paint on canvas, 39x49cm, 1990.

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Curiosidad: Tango y Publicidad

Tango:

Posters Cruel in the poster,
send cruel propaganda poster,
and a fetish poster paper sold
illusion, we draw
heart ...
And you appear
selling the last shred of youth,
cross loaded again.
Cruel in the poster, you laugh, my love! Dan
balearse desire in a corner!

Ya da night to cancel
ojera your skin ...
air already wet your brush
and makes him the spring ...
But what?
if your stuff but you're not, because you
something for everyone,
window as a bare ...
fought beside you, for you,
by God, and I lost!

I gave you a home ...
I was always poor,
but I gave you a home!
smiles I have spent fighting,
fighting for you,
bleeding for you ...
Therefore truth,
is rubbing sand
palate and drown without being able to scream.
I gave you a home ...
- was because of love! -
balearse Dan wanted in a corner!

--- Tango
Lyrics: Homero Expósito
Music: Atilio Stampone
A grabación de RCA-Victor en la que canta Roberto Goyeneche, grtabada en Buenos Aires el 03/10/1972.
---
Ilustra la nota: Alvarez Debans
Letra posteada de: http://www.todotango.com/spanish/las_obras/letra.aspx?idletra=201 desde donde puede escuchar este bellísimo tango con la voz de Goyeneche.

Catchy Congratulation Wedding Phrases

EDITORIAL / June-July 2009




















Both went, little is left. Today I mourn the departure of two women poets, once, I think, have succumbed to the neglect of the poem. Idea
Vilariño.
Blanca Varela.
Two women who, like me, I suppose, will have been interned in the ways of the Word to see this side of the blank sheet, this side of the mirror in the blood. Two poets
most invincible to the clouds of voice. Two
beloved poets, perhaps a mystery to poetry itself.

this number:

Idea Vilariño , Blas de Otero-León Felipe , Horacio Quiroga, Blanca Varela ,

Nicholas Antonioli, Hector Zabala , Silvia Palferro , Rolando Revagliatti , Ingrid Odgers ,

Bao Santiago, Isabel Llorca Bosco, Josep Rico Sogorb , Mauro Morgan


THAT YOU Enjoy ...

Chlorine Is More Chemically Reactive Than Argon

Idea POEMS Vilariño

Love in the shadows from the pain


love
I'm calling from the well of memory suffocating
nothing to serve me and you wait. I'm calling

love

the destination and the dream of peace


I'm calling to voice the body

with
life with everything I have and that I have
desperately


with weeping with thirst

air like you're drowning and I like you're light

and I died. From a blind night

from oblivion
from hours in closed

just no tears and no love I'm calling

like death

love and death. +++++++++++++++++++++

Letter II

You are far and south
there are four.


Lying in your chair leaning on the coffee table in your room
pulled
on a bed
yours or someone you wish to delete

I am thinking of you not on those seeking
with you what I want.
I'm thinking an hour ago you and maybe half

not know.

When the light is over
know who are the nine

stretch out the quilt I will
black suit and pass me the comb. I'll go to dinner


is clear.


But at some point I will return to this room
'll throw me in bed and then you remember


do I say my desire to see you looking at me

your presence of man I need in life

be made as far you get in the afternoon
night is already being

single
only thing I care in the world.

+++++++++++++++++++++ When nights and mine ...

When my nights and ignored and intact
without friction. When

aromas without
mixtures inviolate. When I


cool star and not a bunch of flower colors.

And when my life
my hard life in solitude

a slow drop down
always willing and always sustained

charging, filling
herself, trembling, rushing

brightness and back into the river . No longer trembling


no light falling dimly.

+++++++++++++++++++++

Oblivion

When a soft mouth kiss mouth
sleeping as dying then
sometimes when overshoot
lips and eyelids full of desire
fall as silently as consent to the air, your skin
night calls
furry warmth and mouth kissed in his ineffable joy
night calls, too.

Ah, silent nights of dark moons soft
night long, rich, cross-doves,
in a hand-made air, love, tenderness given
nights like ships ...

Then, in the high passion, when you kiss
know ah, too, unabated, and is now the world will
becomes a distant miracle, you opened
lips still deep summers,
abdicated his conscience,
that he is finally forgotten the kiss passionately
and a wind bare it temples,
is then, the kiss, descending eyelids
and shudders the air with a hint of life, and shudders

yet it is not air, the beam burning hair, velvet
now voice, and sometimes the illusion
populated and deaths in abeyance.

+++++++++++++++++++++

That

My tiredness
my anguish

my fear my joy my humility

my nights all my nostalgia

year 1930
my common sense
my rebellion. My disdain


my cruelty and neglect my dismay my


my agony my tears my heritage

irrevocable and painful in the end my suffering

my poor life.

+++++++++++++++++++++

Afternoon

Bodies lying,
infinite bodies, concrete, oblivious to the cold that will
flooding, filling slowly. Bodies
golden arms, knotted warmth
forgetting the shadow now shaken, detainee
expectantly, ready to emerge that shields the skin
blind. Forgotten

white bones also claiming that not every life is a dream,
more faithful to the way the skin, the blood
, mercurial, momentary. Bodies lying
,
bodies subjected happy specific infinite
...
emerge happy children, moist and fragrant, young
victorious, standing, as his instinct,
women in the highest point of tenderness,
is likely, stand, talk, talk
your mouth, that one day broken up,
are incorporated, they look with timeless looks.

Teletubbies These Are My Tap Shoes...

SMALL TRIBUTE TO THE GREAT

FINAL JUDGEMENT

I, sinner, sin artist,
eaten by the desire to the core,
I rush of hope and failure,
statue of pain, signs of the wind.

I, a sinner, well, desperate
of shadows and dreams
I confess that I am a man in a position to speak
of life. I have sinned. I have no regrets.

was born to tell with these lips
death that will sweep one of these days, splendid fall sharply

the beautiful aircraft that flesh and blood. Alas

arms shot up, boasting such high-
invention;
feathers nickel. Write slowly.
Here they are, kneeling on the floor.

This is my site. My field.
landing field in my desires.
Heaven backwards. It's my site and not by any change
. Fell. I have no regrets. Impetus

new born, higher.
coming up by my feet - for what you want? -
to the country of man-to-ceiling
of those shadows and those dreams.

Blas de Otero

EXPIRED ...

For the Manchego
becomes plain to see the figure of Don Quixote
happen ...
And now idle and goes into the gray dented armor,
and the gentleman goes idle, no bib and back without ...
is full of bitterness ...
found that beyond a loving burial
battle ...
is full of bitterness
that there "was his good fortune" on the beach
Barcino, facing the sea ... On the plains of La Mancha

turns to see the figure of Don Quixote
happen ...
is full of bitterness ...
goes, up, the gentleman back to his place.
many times, Don Quixote, for that very plain,
in hours of discouragement and watch you go ...
and how many times you cry me a room in your saddle
and take me to your place;
me a room in your saddle,

Knight defeated
me a place in your rig that I
I loaded

bitterness and I can not fight. Put me on the rump
you,
knight of honor, put me on the rump

and take me with you to be with you
pastor ...

For the Manchego
becomes plain to see the figure of Don Quixote
happen ...

León Felipe