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Step, step, step ... LUCIANO JUSTICE

Ferro Stadium. August I, 1983. Political seething about the imminent return of democracy. I went to Marcelo, my husband. And surely, memories are fuzzy, folks. Rather radical. But all hope of a different country was possible. A country where human rights and freedom were not a utopia. I fit the white beret for the first time I participated in a partisan act where the speaker was none other than Raul Alfonsin. Shouting "Step, step, step, came alfonsinazo" I started to believe that ... could be. And it was.

The years passed, life went and in 1997 I had the opportunity to do two interviews. In the first, with the freshness that characterized me the good and the other too, "I snapped that he had always loved. In the second, announced the Alliance did not like my questions. Looking into my eyes, in which he displayed charisma and strength of Galician bastard, he said, "But baby ... a couple of months ago you told me you loved me. ... So why did you do now questions so turra?. " I replied: "Doctor. I am a journalist. My duty is to ask and answer is right or not." Serio he snapped: "Well ... will be well then. I want a lot but ... what questions of shit." Ended the two laughing and giving us a hug that I still remember as one of the hottest I received in my life. Alfonsin

died and I still can hardly believe it. But I feel good, because the story and recognized him as one of the most honest politicians that had this blessed country. More honest, more austere and more democratic. I hope many learn from him.

Schematic For 24 Volts

The following is text of the blog:

http://www.lucianoarruga.blogspot.com/

"Luciano Crease, brother of Vanessa, a fellow Social, was abducted by police from the delegation of Lomas del Mirador the 31 / 1 and savagely beaten. As of today still missing. This is a new branch that was created a year ago under a claim of "increased security" whose sole function seems to be intimidated and constantly hitting the kids in the neighborhood who did not steal to the police. "

Luciano is gone again, but in a democracy. Even today, 24 March, all who live the military dictatorship and state terrorism continue to insist, trying to instill this in our youth to 33 years after the coup: "NO MORE. NEVER FORGET NEVER FORGIVE."

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Ferrocabraleadas

Are these caresses for the soul, those unexpected gifts that I do my work: a long talk, those I like me, with Facundo Cabral. The poet, the philosopher of life, the wandering loner who is not from here ... or is there. While acknowledging that its deepest roots are in Buenos Aires that he loves. And though it is going for a while, always returns. The Buenos Aires where he shared the same back in the 60s, coffee table with Troilo and Piazzolla, and today brings back nostalgic moments shared with her beloved Cacho de Buenos Aires or China. By Zorrilla said.

Talking to him is a life lesson. Because, as he says, "sometimes, walking through the streets I feel the devil took over. ... But citing Fito: Who says that all is lost? I come to give my heart."

All is not lost because there are still singing ferrocabrales Facundo, going station by station, honoring the craft of singing, telling and singing there, exactly where art becomes, via the artist-in an oasis to the desert of despair.

Facundo Cabral returns and makes it to appear on 27 and 28 March to 21 in ND Ateneo.

is a must. Abstaining no longer have those dreams and believe in utopias.

Ferrocabral

27 and May 28, 1921 hs.

ND Ateneo

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Miss (or confessions of one such girl perica)

feeds:

• almost pure Know exactly what weekend, and month-will be crucial to wrap up (finally) a syntax dilemilla of practice, and sheer stupidity, it is tasty .
• Stop giving money to suck has become a wonder to my savings.
• San Mateo Drinking water is a delight, not to mention more.
  
• Burying ghosts of the past is a blast.
• Being completely lucid at important moments is great - I highly recommend it.
• never felt so angry, "thanks."
• Bravo pour moi.

The next day (ie Saturday) was even more brilliant: Decide

• venture through the streets with a good friend of fish, with the fate that the latter had planned, but totally unknown (well not at all) was incredible.
• Meet people expected, and laugh and walk a lot to unforeseen destinations.
• birthday party fun in others / Learning to be seen, and look again / Cyclops Play streets liberating / is to live. Walking through
  
Vivanda
• like a refrigerator is terrifying. Eating
  
• batimix at half past three in the corner of camphor Benavides, and board a taxi with strangers residential sites could be interesting. Watching movies
• sedgwickeanas and feel a lot more miss than yesterday's freedom.