Abril Profundo by Poet & Photographed Winston Smith


Abril Profundo
Abril Profundo

 

Winston Smith Photographer: http://shoppingwithapornstar.com/

01_ Está todo perdido. No queda nada. Caminamos sobre los escombros. Sobre las tripas y la sangre. Mundo asesino.

02_ Solo queda la mentira que lo disfraza todo para nada.

03_ Encima de los escombros la mentira.

04_ El terreno es blando, los pies se pegan, imposible caminar, las almas gritan, nadie escucha, nadie sabe nada.

05_ No quiero saber nada.

06_ Nada de nada.

07_ Que nadie me espere porque nunca apareceré. Yo a vuestra guerra sucia no voy. Definitivamente NO.

08_ Yo me quedo en casa.

09_ ¿Cuando termina el viaje? Iggy Pop – The Passenger via

10_ Yo ya no puedo volver.

11_ Cuando todo se derrumbe sacaré un par de fotos para el recuerdo.

12_ The Doors – Riders on the Storm via

13_ The Doors “People Are Strange” via

14_ Yo a tu puta guerra no voy, me quedo en casa, esperaré las bombas como se espera la mañana o la primavera.

15_ Yo tengo mi propia guerra. Como entres en mi guerra te costará salir.

16_ Tienes todo lo que se puede tener, eres un tenedor, no tienes nada, se abre la boca y solo queda un vacío comestible que se mastica.

17_ Masticar el vacío no divierte nada.

18_ Aburre que alimenta.

19_ Yo tengo un plato, un alimento, un elemento contento, un suplemento, un supremo sentimiento. Nada.

20_ Yo voy y vengo. Nunca volveré.

21_ En mi boca la arena se hace barro. Voy y me lo trago.

22_ Espera un momento, porque no me quedan momentos. Tengo 24 mañanas para despertar y nunca quiero.

23_ Nunca llego a tiempo al despertar, siempre me retraso porque doy el paso del atraso.

24_ Tengo pan y boca, nunca como.

25_ Descrito y escrito. Yo soy el puto camino. I am the highway

26_ Este mundo no lo reconozco, esta cara no la reconozco, estos ojos no son míos y me miran extrañados.

27_ Me cuido las uñas, me lavo las manos, suelto plumas como los hermanos, estamos preparados para volar.

28_ El silencio puede durar mas de mil años, las heridas siguen en el recuerdo, nosotros empleamos las alas y volamos.

29_ Nos elevamos.

30_ Nos elevamos. Las nubes nos limpian el rostro. Yo he visto la tierra desde el cielo, nosotros volamos.

31_  Tengo una espada de fuego pero a tu guerra no voy.

32_ Tengo un arsenal de azotes y tormentas, tengo alma, esencia, aliento de menta. Tengo tu olor en la manta. Eres lenta.

33_ En mi boca la arena se hace barro. Tengo manos para crear y aliento para animar.

34_ Tengo alas para volar, vengo de despertar y te lo voy a dar.

35_ No hace falta que vengas, ve. Eres libre.

36_ Oye, mañana +

Atentamente Winston Smith 2015 Apátrida

Afghan Young Women Protest Killing Women


http://youngwomenforchange.org
https://twitter.com/#!/ywcafghanistan

Protest photos: http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.362217540496749.105109.189854877733017&type=3&l=60d73ed8ff

Cryptome Protest Series: http://cryptome.org/protest-series.htm

Afghan Young Women for Change (YWC) activists, holding placards which read 'where is justice?', take part in a protest denouncing violence against women in Afghanistan in Kabul on April 14, 2012. Some 30 Afghan women took to the streets of the capital Kabul against the killing of five Afghan women in less than a month in three provinces of the country. Getty
Afghan Young Women for Change (YWC) activists, holding placards which read 'where is justice?', take part in a protest denouncing violence against women in Afghanistan in Kabul on April 14, 2012. Some 30 Afghan women took to the streets of the capital Kabul against the killing of five Afghan women in less than a month in three provinces of the country. Getty

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An Afghan woman holds up a poster during a protest in Kabul, Afghanistan, Saturday, April 14, 2012. A group of Afghan women protested against domestic violence. The poster reads: "Where is justice". (Musadeq Sadeq)
An Afghan woman holds up a poster during a protest in Kabul, Afghanistan, Saturday, April 14, 2012. A group of Afghan women protested against domestic violence. The poster reads: "Where is justice". (Musadeq Sadeq)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Afghan Young Women Protest Killing Women
Afghan Young Women Protest Killing Women

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2011 PROTESTS FOR DEMOCRACY


PHOTOS cryptome.org/
MUSIC EVIL NINE ‘WE HAVE THE ENERGY’

Milton Friedman often joked that if he had his way, central banks would be based so purely on “economic science” that they would run by giant computers—no humans required.
It was the Chicago Boys in Chile, fittingly, who pioneered this process of democracy-proofing capitalism, or building what they called “new democracy.” In Chile, before handing over power to an elected government after seventeen years of junta rule, the Chicago Boys rigged the constitution and the courts so it was legally next to impossible to reverse their revolutionary laws. They had many names for this process: building a “technified democracy,” a “protected democracy,” or, as Pinochet’s young minister José Piñera put it, ensuring “insulation from politics.” Alvaro Bardón, Pinochet’s undersecretary of the economy, explained the classic Chicago School reasoning: “If we acknowledge economics as a science, this immediately implies less power for government or the political structure, since both lose responsibility for making such decisions.”

 

 

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