lunes, 31 de agosto de 2009

Pink Floyd - If


Pink Floyd - If

If i were a swan, i'd be gone. 
if i were a train, i'd be late. 
and if i were a good man, 
i'd talk with you 
more often than i do. 
If i were to sleep, i could dream. 
if i were afraid, i could hide. 
if i go insane, please don't put 
your wires in my brain. 
If i were the moon, i'd be cool. 
if i were a rule, i would bend for you. 
if i were a good man, i'd understand 
the spaces between friends. 
If i were alone, i would cry. 
and if i were with you, i'd be home and dry. 
and if i go insane, 
and they lock me away, 
will you still let me join in the game? 
If i were a swan, i'd be gone. 
if i were a train, i'd be late again. 
if i were a good man, 
i'd talk with you 
more often than i do.


Letra: www.musica.com/...

Pink Floyd - Crying Song (More)

Pink Floyd - Crying Song

We smile and smile 
We smile and smile 
Laughter echoes in your eyes 
We climb and climb 
We climb and climb 
[Más Letras en es.mp3lyrics.org/E7Dt]
Foot falls softly in the pines 
We cry and cry 
We cry and cry 
Sadness passes in a while 
We roll and roll 
We roll and roll 
Help me roll away the stone


Letra: letrascanciones.mp3lyrics.org/...

Pink Floyd - Grantchester Meadows

Pink Floyd - Grantchester Meadows

Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domain 
in the sky a bird was heard to cry 
misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds 
be like the deathly silence that lay all around 

Hear the knock and hearten 
to the barking of the dog fox 
gone the ground 
see the splashing of the kingfisher 
flashing trough the water 
and the river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees 
laughing as it passes trough the endless summer 
making for the sea 

In the lazy watermeadow I lay me down 
all around me golden sunflakes settle on the ground 
basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon 
bringing sounds of yesterday into the city room 

In the lazy watermeadow I lay me down 
all around me golden sunflakes covering the ground 
basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon 
bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room.


Letra: www.quedeletras.com/...

Pink Floyd - Green is the Colour (More)

Pink Floyd - Green is the Colour

Heavy hung the canopy of blue 
Shade my eyes and I can see you 
White is the light that shines 
Through the dress that you wore 
She lay in the shadow of a wave 
Hazy were the visions overplayed 
Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine 
Made her blind every time 
Green is the colour of her kind 
Quickness of the eye deceives the mind 
Envy is the bond between 
The hopeful and the damned


Letra: www.allthelyrics.com/...


Pink Floyd - Cymbaline (More)

Del film "More", dirigida por Barbet Schroeder.(1969).

Cymbaline - Pink Floyd

The path you tread is narrow and the trumpets sheer and very high 
the ravens all are watching from a vantage point nearby 
aprehension creeping like a tube train up your spine 
will the tight rope reach the end, will the final couplet rhyme 
and it's high time, Cymbaline 
please wake me 

A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side 
the ravens all are closing in, there's nowhere you can hide 
your manager and agent are both busy on the phone 
selling coloured photographs to magazines back home 
and it's high time, Cymbaline 
please wake me 

The lions converging where you stand, they must have moved the picture plain 
the leaves are heavy' round your feet, your hear the thunder of the train 
suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range 
and Doctor Strange is always changing size 
and it's high time, Cymbaline 
please wake me.


Letra: www.portaldeletras.com/...


Klaatu - Calling Occupants Of Interplanetary Craft

Klaatu - Calling Occupants Of Interplanetary Craft

In your mind you have capacities, you know
To telepath messages through the vast unknown
Please close your eyes and concentrate
With every thought you think
Upon the recitation we're about to sing

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary
Most extraordinary craft

You've been observing our Earth
And we'd like to make a contact with you
We are your friends

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary
Ultra-emissaries

Yes, we've been observing your Earth
And one night we'll make a contact with you
We are your friends

Calling occupants of interplanetary
Quite extraordinary craft

And please come in peace we beseech you
Only a landing will teach them
Our Earth may never survive
So do come, we beg you
Please interstellar policeman
Won't you give us a sign
Give us a sign that we've reached you

With your mind you have ability to form
And transmit thought energy
Far beyond the norm
You close your eyes, you concentrate
Together, that's the way
To send the message
We declare World Contact Day

Calling occupants of interplanetary craft
Calling occupants of interplanetary
Most extraordinary craft

We are your friends


Letra: www.lyrics007.com/...

Klaatu - Dear Christine

Klaatu - Dear Christine

T'was one long year today
I left Bournemouth and you
Adventure, salt and spray
King's service I must do

But dear Christine I hold you dearly
If only you could hear me
I send my love sincerely
In hopes that we're not merely hanging on

At sea there's time for thought
My head was filled with you
With quill in hand I sought
To bridge the endless blue

But dear Christine I hold you dearly
If only you could hear me
I send my love sincerely
In hopes that we're not merely hanging on
On and on

And dear Christine I'm just a man who
Believes in dreams that come true
And if you feel like I do
When I return I'll find you hanging on


Letra: www.lyricsdownload.com/...

Klaatu - A Million Miles Away

Klaatu - A Million Miles Away

They used to tell me that I was just a fool 
Dreaming away my time 
But they soon found the more they put me down 
The more I blocked them from my mind 
I used to get my teacher so uptight 
He'd always have to ask his questions twice 

I'd be a million miles away 
Drifting through time and space 
I was a million miles away from any place 
I was a million miles away 
In a world of my own 
A million miles away to parts unknown 
I'd be gone 

My end-of-term reports would always show 
I did pretty well at school 
But I kept them hid from all the other kids 
I didn't want to seem uncool 
My homeroom teacher didn't understand 
The reason why I never raised my hand 

I was a million miles away 
In a world of my own 
A million miles away in parts unknown 
I'd be gone 

I've flown across the galaxies 
And been to Berkeley Square 
I've passed the time with Sophocles 
But never left my chair 

But I'm a million miles away 
Drifting through time and space 
A million miles away from any place 
A million miles away 
I've built a world all my own 
A million miles away to parts unknown 
I'd be gone 
A million miles away


Letra: lyricskeeper.es/...

U.K. - The Only Thing She Needs

U.K. - The Only Thing She Needs

Midnight Mass a yellow moon
Wonder walked from my window
Now she sings a different tune
Golden tunes, out of the blue

Now the sky is clearing
Looking through her crystal eyes
Waiting Windows loom before hre
Cutting her back down to size

The thing she's searching for is
The only thing she needs

Gazing in simplycity
toward ambitions that she craves
The best thing since Arithmetic
MBB's and current raves

Now the sky is clearing
Looking through her crystal eyes
Waiting Widows loom before her
Cutting her back down to size

The thing she's searching for is
The only thing she needs

Letra: letras.paraguay.com/...

U.K. - In the dead of night

U.K. - In the dead of night

Are you one of mine who can sleep with one eye open wide?
Agonizing psychotic solitary hours to decide
Reaching for the light at the slightest noise from the floor
Now your hands perspire heart goes leaping at a knock from the door

In the dead of night
In the dead of night

Rich and powerful ascend complicated bends to be free
To indulge in what they will any jaded thrill or fanstasy
Shuttered windows that belie all the stifled cries from within
And prying eyes are blind to proceedings of the kind that begin

In the dead of night
In the dead of night

In the dead of night
In the dead of night


Letra: www.coveralia.com/...

Band de John Wetton, Eddie Jobson, Allan Holdsworth y Bill Bruford.

Roxy Music - Out Of The Blue

Roxy Music - Out Of The Blue (Ferry/Manzanera)

All you cares
Now they seem
Oh so far away
All your fears
I fear I once shared
Now I know
There´s a future
For all of us
Not so long ago
I was so scared
You seemed so sad
I could see
Through your twisted smile
So unsure
Always confused
Pale blue eyes
Gazing down
From your ivory tower
Through the haze
All broken and bruised
Then: out of the blue
Love came rushing in
Out of the sky
Came the sun
Out of left field
Came a lucky day
Out of the blue
No more pain
I don´t mind
If it´s only
A passing craze
Throwaway lines
Often ring true
If I were you
I would stay
For a little while
I you were me
Would you walk out
In style?

Letra: www.lyrics007.com/...

Roxy Music - More than this


Roxy Music - More than this
I could feel at the time
there was no way of knowing
fallen leaves in the night
who can say where they´re blowing
as free as the wind
and hopefully learning
why the sea on the tide
has no way of turning
more than this - there is nothing
more than this - tell me one thing
more than this - there is nothing
it was fun for a while
there was no way of knowing
like dream in the night
who can say where we´re going
no care in the world
maybe i´m learning
why the sea on the tide
has no way of turning
more than this - there is nothing
more than this - tell me one thing
more than this - there is nothing

Avalon - Bryan Ferry / Roxy Music


Avalon - Bryan Ferry / Roxy Music

Now the party's over 
I'm so tired 
Then I see you coming 
Out of nowhere 
Much communication in a motion 
Without conversation or a notion 

Avalon 

When the samba takes you 
Out of nowhere 
And the background's fading 
Out of focus 
Yes the picture's changing 
Every moment 
And your destination 
You don't know it 

Avalon 
Dancing, dancing 
Dancing, dancing 

When you bossanova 
There's no holding 
Would you have me dancing 
Out of nowhere 

Avalon [12x]


Letra: www.letrasmania.com/...

Bryan Ferry - Slave to Love

Bryan Ferry - Slave to Love

Tell her I'll be waiting
in the usual place
with the tired and weary
and there's no escape.

To need a women
you've got to know
how the strong get weak
and the rich get poor.

Slave to love
Oh Oh
Slave to love

You're running with me 
don't touch the ground
we're the restless hearted
not the chained and bound.

The sky is burning
a sea of flame
though your world is changing
I will be the same.

Slave to love
oh oh
Slave to love
Slave to love
na na na na
na na na na
And I can't escape
I'm a slave to love

Can you help me?
Oh oh
Can you help me?

The storm is breaking
or so it seems
we're too young to reason 
too grown to dream.

Now spring is turning 
your face to mine
I can hear your laughter
I can see your smile.

Slave to love
na na na na 
na na na na
And I can't escape
I'm a slave to love.


Letra: canciones.astalaweb.com/...

Talk Talk - Its My Life (US Version)



Talk Talk - Its My Life (US Version)

Funny how I find myself 
in love with you
If I could buy my reasoning 
I'd pay to lose

One half won't do

I've asked myself
How much do you 
commit yourself?

It's my life 
Don't you forget
It's my life 
It never ends (It never ends)

Funny how I blind myself
I never knew 
If I was sometimes played upon
Afraid to lose 

I'd tell myself 
what good you do
Convince myself

It's my life 
Don't you forget
It's my life 
It never ends (It never ends)

(Instrumental)

I've asked myself
How much do you 
commit yourself?

It's my life
Don't you forget
Caught in the crowd
it never ends
It's my life
Don't you forget
Caught in the crowd
it never ends
It's my life
Don't you forget
Caught in the crowd
it never ends

Letra: www.quedeletras.com/...

Talk Talk - Living in another world

Talk Talk - Living in another world

Better parted
I see people crying
Truth gets harder
There's no sense in lying

Help me 
Find a way from this maze

I can't help myself

When I see tenderness before you left (Forget)
That even breaking up was never meant (Forget)
But only angels look before they tread (Forget)
(living in another world to you)
(living in another world to you)
(living in another world to you)

Better parted
I see people hiding
Speech gets harder
There's no sense in writing

Help me 
Find a way from this maze

I can't help myself

When I see tenderness before you left (Forget)
That even breaking up was never meant (Forget)
But only angels look before they tread (Forget)
(living in another world to you)
(living in another world to you)
(living in another world to you)

(Instrumental)

Help me 
Find a way from this maze
I'm living in another world to you
and I can't help myself

Did I see tenderness where you saw hell? (Forget)
Did I see angels in the hand I held? (Forget)
God only knows what kind of tale you'd tell (Forget)
(living in another world to you)
(living in another world to you)
(living in another world to you)

Letra: www.quedeletras.com/...

CELIACOS EN ARGENTINA

La enfermedad celíaca consiste en una intolerancia permanente al gluten, proteína presente en cereales como el trigo, la avena, la cebada y el centeno (TACC). En personas predispuestas genéticamente produce una lesión en el intestino delgado, lo cual genera un defecto en la absorción y utilización de los nutrientes. Los síntomas típicos van desde trastornos en el desarrollo hasta diarrea crónica. A partir del diagnóstico la enfermedad, el paciente celíaco debe realizar una dieta estricta libre de gluten y mantenerla de por vida.

Informe: especiales.perfil.com/celiaquia/

El drama de ser celíaco y vivir en la Argentina

Desinformación, alimentos a precios imposibles y diagnósticos imprudentes. Los testimonios de quienes protagonizan la épica de sobrevivir sin gluten.

En mayo, el grupo promotor de la ley de celiaquía le hizo un pedido formal al vice-presidente Cobos para que se apruebe la ley. | Foto: Cedoc

En la Argentina hay 400 mil celíacos. Pero no todos lo saben; hay al menos 375 mil enfermos que aún no están diagnosticados y desconocen que padecen la enfermedad que afecta al 1% de la población de todo el mundo. 

"La desinformación es muy peligrosa. No saber que uno está enfermo puede conducir a un agravamiento de los síntomas y las consecuencias son muy graves", explica Mirtha Fernández, que fue diagnosticada a los 38 años cuando advirtieron que su hija de tres era celíaca. "Apenas nos enteramos, mi marido y yo nos hicimos los análisis correspondientes y resultó que yo era celíaca".

Continuar lectura: www.perfil.com/...

Los productos para celíacos aumentaron 25% en un año

Mientras luchan para que el Congreso apruebe la ley que los proteja, padecen una suba excesiva en sus alimentos.

Los enfermos luchan desde hace años por una Ley Celíaca que los proteja. | Foto: DyN

La odisea de ser celíaco y vivir en la Argentina no cesa y se complejiza cada vez más. No existe una ley que los proteja. Padecen sus males sin la necesaria ayuda estatal. Y para colmo, la enfermedad -que padecen 400 mil argentinos aunque lo sepan sólo 25 mil- es cada vez más cara. Según un relevamiento de Perfil.com, gastan un 25% más que hace un año para su dieta libre de gluten.

Continuar lectura: www.perfil.com/...

25.000 MANOS… DAN UNA MANO
Decile SI a la LEY CELÍACA
Para que los Diputados la sancionen, para que el Ministerio de Salud la reglamente, ENVIÁ TU MANO >>

¿Para cuándo la ley celíaca?
  Desde el GPLC deseamos manifestar nuestro ESTADO DE VIGILIA mientras esperamos que la CÁMARA BAJA, vote la media sanción faltante para aprobar definitivamente la ley que proteja a los celíacos y les de igualdad de oportunidades en nuestra sociedad.

  Valoramos el esfuerzo mancomunado de legisladores, asesores, profesionales de la salud, organizaciones, celíacos, familiares y amigos, reflejado en la media sanción del senado lograda en noviembre pasado y esperamos que las comisiones de salud e industria de la CAMARA DE DIPUTADOS actúen con la celeridad necesaria para que este gran avance se convierta en ley cuanto antes. 

  Si bien esta LEY a punto de ser promulgada, contempla la mayoría de las necesidades de los celíacos argentinos, esperamos que la reglamentación de la misma, asentada en el espíritu que los legisladores han manifestado en sus fundamentos, garantice la cobertura de todas ellas.

  Dicha reglamentación deberá ser capaz de plasmar en textos claros y procedimientos sencillos, los objetivos que la misma promueve y que coinciden con los cuatro pilares propuestos por el GPLC desde sus inicios:

1) Rotulado seguro de todos los productos de consumo humano.
2) Detección y control de la enfermedad celíaca.
3) Incorporación del diagnóstico y tratamiento de la EC al PMO.
4) Educación, concientización y difusión de la problemática celíaca.

Fuente: www.ley-celiaca.com.ar/

especiales.perfil.com/celiaquia/

www.acela.org.ar/

www.ley-celiaca.com.ar/

Diana de Gales

Biografía Diana de Gales

La princesa de Gales, más conocida con el nombre de lady Di, nació en Park House, Sandringham (Norfolk), el 1 de julio de 1961 y falleció en el hospital La Petié Salpetrière de París la noche del 30 al 31 de agosto de 1997. Alcanzó popularidad mundial por su matrimonio con Carlos, heredero de la corona británica, su posterior divorcio y, aún más, por su prematura muerte.

Hija menor de John Spencer, octavo conde de Althorp, y de Frances Ruth Roche, Diana Spencer creció en una familia de la pequeña nobleza junto a sus dos hermanas, Sarah y Jane, y su hermano menor, Carlos. Pasó los primeros años de su vida en la residencia familiar de Sandringham, donde recibió su primera educación, de manos de institutrices. En 1968, tras el divorcio del matrimonio Spencer, Diana quedó bajo custodia paterna, y aquel mismo año ingresó en la escuela de King´s Lynn. En 1970 se trasladó al internado femenino de Riddlesworth Hall y en 1973 ingresó en West Heath, otro internado en el condado de Kent. Entre 1977 y 1978 estudió en Suiza y finalmente se estableció en Londres, donde trabajó para varias empresas hasta que en noviembre de 1977 conoció a Carlos, heredero del trono británico, con quien entabló noviazgo dos años después.

Continuar lectura: www.biografiasyvidas.com/...

Candle In The Wind: A Princess Diana Tribute

Recordando a Lady Di

Su labor como embajadora de causas humanitarias fue una tarea de largos años. Antes de experimentar una especie de revelación, había prestado su nombre, más que su tiempo, a algunas buenas causas. "De repente notó que en el momento en que ella llegaba a un evento para recaudar fondos, se conseguía dinero", explicó la ya fallecida directora de la legendaria Harper's Bazaar. "A pesar de que no le gustaba demasiado vestirse de fiesta y dar un discurso, se dio cuenta al hacerlo que obtenía un montón de dinero".
La fascinación que el público sentía por la princesa se tradujo en incontables cheques en blanco a favor de organizaciones benéficas. En una subasta, ella bromeó con Lord Jeffrey Archer, "Si Jeffrey quisiera, yo firmaría este mantel y conseguiríamos otras 11.000 libras". Sin perder un segundo, Jeffrey gritó: "¡Señoras y caballeros, su Alteza Real ha aceptado firmar este mantel!". Se equivocó: se vendió por 12.500.

Continuar lectura: www.hola.com/...

www.time.com/time/daily/special/diana/

www.princess-diana.com/

www.londresweb.com/...

QUINO Y MAFALDA

QUINO, UN GENIO DEL HUMOR.

El 17 de julio de 1932, hijo de inmigrantes españoles, nació en Mendoza Joaquín Salvador Lavado, mejor conocido como Quino. Cuenta Quino que dibujó desde siempre: "La decisión la tomé a los tres años, cuando quedé una noche al cuidado de mi tío Joaquín y él se puso a dibujar para entretenerme y me di cuenta de todo lo que podía salir de un lápiz. Yo quería ser dibujante de historietas". Al terminar la primaria, en 1945, año en que fallece su madre, decide inscribirse en la Escuela de Bellas Artes. Soñaba con publicar un dibujo en la revista de Divito Rico Tipo, de Buenos Aires. Deja la Escuela en 1948, decidido a convertirse en dibujante humorístico. Ese año fallece su padre.

Continuar lectura: www.historieteca.com.ar/...

Quino: el cinismo político merma el humor.

Por David Carrizales

El sentido del humor ha perdido efectividad ante el cinismo de políticos y gobernantes, que han caído en un exceso de impunidad; ahí está, por ejemplo, el caso del presidente estadounidense George W. Bush, un tipo del que todo mundo sabe que emprendió la guerra contra Iraq por interés personal y por el petróleo de ese país, «pero a él le importa un pepino lo que piense la gente», expresó el dibujante argentino Quino.
Continuar lectura: www.voltairenet.org/...

QUINO Y MAFALDA HOMENAJEADOS EN SAN TELMO

Lunes 31 de agosto de 2009

Con una multitud de gente presente para aclamar al creador de Mafalda, se realizó el homenaje al dbujante humorista Joaquín Salvador Lavado -Quino- ayer domingo 30 de agosto a las 15 hs. en el barrio porteño de San Telmo, en pleno centro de Buenos Aires.

Quino fue el primero en recibir una medalla del Bicentenario mediante el Programa Puertas del Bicentenario, así como descubrió la estatua de su célebre personaje Mafalda -obra del escultor Pablo Irrgang-, que estará sentada en un banco de ahora en más, en la esquina de las calles Chile y Defensa, en el barrio de San Telmo.

Continuar lectura: elblogazodelcomic.blogspot.com/...


MAFALDA

Mafalda es el nombre de una historieta argentina creada por Quino en 1964, cuyopersonaje principal es una niña de clase media argentina con unaparticular visión del mundo.

Mafalda, una pequeña niña preocupada por la humanidad y la paz mundial, que se rebela contra la forma en que es el mundo, apareció en tiras cómicas en diarios argentinos de 1964 a 1973, y fue también muy popular en Latinoamérica en general, España y otros países europeos.
Mafalda: Es peleadora,pensadora, soñadora y nunca faltan en sus comentarios referencias a lasituación del mundo y del país. A Mafalda le gustan Los Beatles y el Pájaro Loco. Su comida preferida son los panqueques que le gustan tanto que es capaz de comer sopa (fideos), plato que odia, para poder comereste postre.
Nació el 15 de marzo de 1962. Primera aparición 29 de septiembre de 1964.

Continuar lectura: www.atp.com.ar/...

Historia

La trayectoria de Mafalda abarca el periodo comprendido entre los años 1964 y 1973, en tres publicaciones: "Primera Plana", "El Mundo" y "Siete Dias Ilustrados". Bastante antes de la despedida oficial de la tira, en junio de 1973, Quino, y nadie más que él, se había dado cuenta de que encontraba agotado y que no podía insistir sin repitirse.
A diferencia de otros colegas suyos, como Schulz (creador de los Peanuts), que han hecho perdurar las tiras apoyándose en un equipo de guionistas y dibujantes, Quino se resistió siempre a perder el contacto personal con su creación. Jamás quiso adoptar esta modalidad de trabajo por considerarla no adecuada a su estilo, así como tampoco nunca ha utilizado un mecanismo particular de trabajo. Antes que nadie lo pudiera percibir, Quino supo que Mafalda había cumplido su cometido.

Los diez libros editados sobre Mafalda no recogen exhaustivamente las andanzas del personaje que Umberto Eco definiera como una "heroína iracunda que rechaza al mundo tal cual es [...] reivindicando su derecho a seguir siendo una niña que no quiere hacerse cargo de un universo adulterado por los padres".

Continuar lectura: www.mafalda.net/...

El mundo de Mafalda


Links: www.quino.com.ar/

            www.historieteca.com.ar/...

          mafalda.dreamers.com/

            Imàgenes de Quino en Google

      todomafalda.blogspot.com/

domingo, 30 de agosto de 2009

El campo al descampado.


 Grandezas y miserias del conflicto.
Adolfo Pérez Esquivel
Las grandes empresas sojeras nacionales e internacionales están manipulando y presionando para torcer el brazo del gobierno por las retenciones. 

Ganan millones pero no se conforman, quieren más, más y más, no les interesa el daño ambiental, las consecuencias de los monocultivos y la reducción de los bosques naturales, el uso indiscriminado de los agro-tóxicos, para la salud y la alimentación de la población. 

El gobierno en todo esto fue permisivo, ambicioso con tal de lograr más retenciones del agro. Por lo tanto son socios en generar la desgracia ajena y hoy están enfrentados a ver quien se queda con el pedazo mas grande de la torta. 

No hay un proyecto de país que permita regular los recursos naturales y prever políticas a corto, mediano y largo plazo, en un desarrollo sostenible y de respeto a la Madre Naturaleza. Están vendiendo el país al mejor postor con total impunidad. Confunden desarrollo con explotación y son como las termitas, devoran todo lo que encuentran al paso.
Leer el artìculo completo: www.paginadigital.com.ar/...


MEMORIA PARA HOY: Cacerolazo contra el Gobierno Nacional



Papelon K-K

TRATA DE PERSONAS - TUCUMAN


Tráfico de Personas: los desaparecidos en democracia




Ley 7903 Trata de Personas (Bajar archivo en formato PDF).

Torneo Apertura - Fecha 2 - Lanùs 1 - BOCA 2




Fotos: www.bocajuniors.com.ar/

No se lo nombró, pero siempre está

Se jugó pésimo y horrible, pero que bueno fue festejar una victoria de visitante. Y Boca tiene que ganar siempre, hasta jugando mal. Y Palermo es un ejemplo de esto, juega mal, pero él hace goles siempre, y para eso està. 
Boca fue un error en todas sus líneas. La defensa sigue mostrando debilidad ante los centros y los laterales son una avenida. Paletta saca todo de abajo, pero no cabecea una!, y Cáceres tiene que defender por los cuatros del fondo. Morel como Ibarra desentonan en todo, tanto en ataque como en defensa.
Del medio campo ni hablar. Medel sigue siendo un crack a la espera, ni defiende ni ataca. Insúa es un jugador ofensivo, no puede ser un Dátolo y hablando de Jesús, como se te extraña. Rosada todavía no entró en ritmo futbolístico y Marino esta más pendiente de que no le pase nada a los botines de Román que de generar fútbol.
Pablo Mouche y Palermo siguen siendo una dupla despareja, cuando el “Loco” está en el área el 7 intenta una jugada personal que no termina en nada. 
Se ganó que es lo importante, pero Boca siente la falta de Román y sigue sufriendo con los centros en contra. Coco, resolvemos esto?, la única forma de solucionarlo es laburando con la defensa, si se trabajó en la semana, no se notó, como siempre. 
Falta mucho para mejorar, pero si se gana en el camino muchisimo mejor. Pero para salir campeones, Boca no se puede dar el lujo de perder puntos de local.

Fuente: www.oleole.es/blogs/bocajuniors

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sábado, 29 de agosto de 2009

Nick Mason & Rick Fenn - Mumbo Jumbo

Nick Mason - I'm a Mineralist

Nick Mason - I'm a Mineralist

Here's a shocking revelation for you voyeurs

Such a heinous deviation, these are no clues
I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist

Just the thought of ironing gives me spasms of lust
I creep up to old wrecked cars and lick off the rust
I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist

Mother used to try to metal in my affairs
Keep your nose up off that grindstone, people
Will stare
Get the lead out of your pants and change your
Underwear

I've been stealing baby bottles since I was born
I'll go blind from balling bearings, doctors have
Warned
I like making out with steel-rimmed glasses
More than horned

Erik Satie gets my rocks off, Cage is a dream
Phillip Glass is a Mineralist to the extreme

I like tickling ivories and fingering stones
When my mercury goes up I play with my bone

Peole take for granite my perversion is wrong
I'm not harming anyone by beating my gong
I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist

I'll make love to minerals as long as I can
And in fifty years I'll be a jaded old man
I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist
I'm a Mineralist, I'm a Mineralist

Roger Waters - 5:01 AM

Roger Waters - 5:01 AM
(The Pros And Cons Of Hitchhiking)


An angel on a Harley
Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone
Puts his bike up on it's stand
Leans back and then extends
A scarred and greasy hand...he said
He said, how ya doin bro?
Where ya been?
Where ya goin'?
Then he takes your hand
In some strange Californian handshake
And breaks the bone
[Whiny person:] "Have a nice day, hehe"

A housewife from Encino
Whose husband's on the golf course
With his book of rules
Breaks and makes a 'U' and idles back
To take a second look at you
You flex your rod
Fish takes the hook
Sweet vodka and tobacco in her breath
Another number in your little black book

These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
Oh babe, I must be dreaming

I'm standing on the leading edge
The Eastern seaboard spread before my eyes
Jump, says Yoko Ono
I'm too scared and too good looking, I cried
Go on, she says
Why don't you give it a try?
Why prolong the agony all men must die
Do you remember Dick Tracy?
Do you remember Shane?
[Child:] "And mother wants you."
Could you see him selling tickets
Where the buzzard circles over
[Child:] "Shane."
The body on the plain
Did you understand the music Yoko
Or was it all in vain?
[Child:] "Shane..."
The bitch said something mystical
(Herro)
So I stepped back on the kerb again

These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
Oh babe, I must be dreaming again
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking

Fuente: lyricskeeper.es/...

Roger Waters - Tide Is Turning - Radio KAOS



Roger Waters - Tide Is Turning

I used to think the world was flat
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
I felt I had used up my quota of yearning
Used to look in on the children at night
In the glow of their Donald Duck light
And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning
But, oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning

Satellite buzzing through the endless night
Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights
Jesus Christ, imagine what it must be earning
Who is the strongest
Who is the best
Who holds the aces
The East
Or the West
This is the crap our children are learning
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning

Now the satellite's confused
'Cause on Saturday night
The airwaves were full of compassion and light
And his silicon heart
Warmed to the sight of a billion candles burning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning Billy

I'm not saying that the battle is won
But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the war lords
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning Sylvester
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
...
Lyrics by Roger Waters

Fuente: www.lyrics007.com/...

Roger Waters - Leaving Beirut - 2006

Roger Waters - Leaving Beirut


So we left Beirut Willa and I
He headed East to Baghdad and the rest of it
I set out North
I walked the five or six miles to the last of the street lamps
And hunkered in the curb side dusk
Holding out my thumb 
In no great hope at the ramshackle procession of home bound traffic
Success!
An ancient Mercedes 'dolmus '
The ubiquitous, Arab, shared taxi drew up
I turned out my pockets and shrugged at the driver
" J'ai pas de l'argent "
" Venez! " A soft voice from the back seat
The driver lent wearily across and pushed open the back door
I stooped to look inside at the two men there
One besuited, bespectacled, moustached, irritated, distant, late
The other, the one who had spoken,
Frail, fifty five-ish, bald, sallow, in a short sleeved pale blue cotton shirt
With one biro in the breast pocket
A clerk maybe, slightly sunken in the seat
"Venez!" He said again, and smiled
"Mais j'ai pas de l'argent"
"Oui, Oui, d'accord, Venez!"

Are these the people that we should bomb
Are we so sure they mean us harm
Is this our pleasure, punishment or crime
Is this a mountain that we really want to climb
The road is hard, hard and long
Put down that two by four
This man would never turn you from his door
Oh George! Oh George!
That Texas education must have fucked you up when you were very small

He beckoned with a small arthritic motion of his hand
Fingers together like a child waving goodbye
The driver put my old Hofner guitar in the boot with my rucksack
And off we went
" Vous etes Francais, monsieur? "
" Non, Anglais "
" Ah! Anglais "
" Est-ce que vous parlais Anglais, Monsieur? "
"Non, je regrette"
And so on
In small talk between strangers, his French alien but correct
Mine halting but eager to please
A lift, after all, is a lift
Late moustache left us brusquely
And some miles later the dolmus slowed at a crossroads lit by a single lightbulb
Swung through a U-turn and stopped in a cloud of dust
I opened the door and got out
But my benefactor made no move to follow
The driver dumped my guitar and rucksack at my feet
And waving away my thanks returned to the boot
Only to reappear with a pair of alloy crutches
Which he leaned against the rear wing of the Mercedes.
He reached into the car and lifted my companion out
Only one leg, the second trouser leg neatly pinned beneath a vacant hip
" Monsieur, si vous voulez, ca sera un honneur pour nous
Si vous venez avec moi a la maison pour manger avec ma femme "

When I was 17 my mother, bless her heart, fulfilled my summer dream
She handed me the keys to the car
We motored down to Paris, fuelled with Dexedrine and booze
Got bust in Antibes by the cops
And fleeced in Naples by the wops
But everyone was kind to us, we were the English dudes
Our dads had helped them win the war
When we all knew what we were fighting for
But now an Englishman abroad is just a US stooge
The bulldog is a poodle snapping round the scoundrel's last refuge

"Ma femme", thank God! Monopod but not queer
The taxi drove off leaving us in the dim light of the swinging bulb
No building in sight
What the hell
"Merci monsieur"
"Bon, Venez!"
His faced creased in pleasure, he set off in front of me
Swinging his leg between the crutches with agonising care
Up the dusty side road into the darkness
After half an hour we'd gone maybe half a mile
When on the right I made out the low profile of a building
He called out in Arabic to announce our arrival
And after some scuffling inside a lamp was lit
And the changing angle of light in the wide crack under the door 
Signalled the approach of someone within
The door creaked open and there, holding a biblical looking oil lamp
Stood a squat, moustached woman, stooped smiling up at us
She stood aside to let us in and as she turned
I saw the reason for her stoop
She carried on her back a shocking hump
I nodded and smiled back at her in greeting, fighting for control
The gentleness between the one-legged man and his monstrous wife
Almost too much for me

Is gentleness too much for us
Should gentleness be filed along with empathy
We feel for someone else's child
Every time a smart bomb does its sums and gets it wrong
Someone else's child dies and equities in defence rise
America, America, please hear us when we call
You got hip-hop, be-bop, hustle and bustle
You got Atticus Finch
You got Jane Russell
You got freedom of speech
You got great beaches, wildernesses and malls
Don't let the might, the Christian right, fuck it all up
For you and the rest of the world

They talked excitedly
She went to take his crutches in routine of care
He chiding, gestured
We have a guest
She embarrassed by her faux pas
Took my things and laid them gently in the corner
"Du the?"
We sat on meagre cushions in one corner of the single room
The floor was earth packed hard and by one wall a raised platform
Some six foot by four covered by a simple sheet, the bed
The hunchback busied herself with small copper pots over an open hearth
And brought us tea, hot and sweet
And so to dinner
Flat, unleavened bread, + thin 
Cooked in an iron skillet over the open hearth
Then folded and dipped into the soft insides of female sea urchins
My hostess did not eat, I ate her dinner
She would hear of nothing else, I was their guest
And then she retired behind a curtain
And left the men to sit drinking thimbles full of Arak
Carefully poured from a small bottle with a faded label
Soon she reappeared, radiant
Carrying in her arms their pride and joy, their child.
I'd never seen a squint like that
So severe that as one eye looked out the other disappeared behind its nose

Not in my name, Tony, you great war leader you
Terror is still terror, whosoever gets to frame the rules
History's not written by the vanquished or the damned
Now we are Genghis Khan, Lucretia Borghia, Son of Sam
In 1961 they took this child into their home
I wonder what became of them
In the cauldron that was Lebanon
If I could find them now, could I make amends?
How does the story end?

And so to bed, me that is, not them
Of course they slept on the floor behind a curtain
Whilst I lay awake all night on their earthen bed
Then came the dawn and then their quiet stirrings
Careful not to wake the guest
I yawned in great pretence 
And took the proffered bowl of water heated up and washed
And sipped my coffee in its tiny cup
And then with much "merci-ing" and bowing and shaking of hands
We left the woman to her chores
And we men made our way back to the crossroads
The painful slowness of our progress accentuated by the brilliant morning light
The dolmus duly reappeared
My host gave me one crutch and leaning on the other
Shook my hand and smiled
"Merci, monsieur," I said
" De rien "
" And merci a votre femme, elle est tres gentille "
Giving up his other crutch
He allowed himself to be folded into the back seat again
"Bon voyage, monsieur," he said
And half bowed as the taxi headed south towards the city
I turned North, my guitar over my shoulder
And the first hot gust of wind
Quickly dried the salt tears from my young cheeks.

Lyrics by Roger Waters
Fuente: www.lyrics007.com/...

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Problemas de Tierras en Santiago del Estero

Desalojo - Santiago del Estero

Desmontes y desalojos en Santiago del Estero

LOS ABORIGENES ARGENTINOS EN PELIGRO

Capitanich, estàs trabajando?

JUICIO POR ABANDONO DE PERSONA!

ESTO ES GENOCIDIO!

Mujeres wichi y guaranìes en Bs As

UN SIMPLE HOMENAJE PARA LAS MUJERES INDIGENAS.

(Presten atenciòn a lo que dice el representante del gob. de SALTA)

Y eso que le pagamos el sueldo para que represente al Pueblo!

Sres gobernantes, nuestros indìgenas son Argentinos!

Entienden?

La presi dijo:

CON EL FÚTBOL SE COME, SE EDUCA Y SE CURA!

Sra. presi NO NOS TOME EL PELO!

Discurso de la presidenta en AFA

Da vergüenza ajena, sra. presidenta!

Habiendo tantos temas importantes y Ud. habla de que no falte el fùtbol para los pobres. Tanta inseguridad, falta de trabajo, el abandono del estado para con el pueblo, tanta corrupciòn...

viernes, 28 de agosto de 2009

The Beatles - Dedicado a Bill

Something (1969)

Strawberry Fields Forever

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

Oh ! Darling

Eleanor Rigby

jueves, 27 de agosto de 2009

The Style Council - Shout to the Top

The Style Council - Shout to the Top (Paul Weller)

I was half in mind - I was half in need,
And as the rain came down - I dropped to my knees and prayed
I said "oh Heavenly thing - please cleanse my soul,
I've seen all on offer and I'm not impressed at all".

I was halfway home - I was half insane,
And every shop window I looked in just looked the same
I said send me a sign to save my life
'Cause at this moment in time there is nothing certain in
these day's of mine

Y'see it's a frightening thing when it dawns upon you
That I know as much as the day I was born
And though I wasn't asked (I might as well stay
An) promise myself each and every day - that -

When you're knocked on your back - an' your life's a flop
and when you're down on the bottom there's nothing else
but to shout to the top - shout


Letra: lyricskeeper.es/...

Donna Summer - On The Radio

Donna Summer - On The Radio

omeone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat
They never said your name
But I knew just who they meant.

I was so surprised and shocked, and I wondered, too
If by chance you heard it for yourself
I never told a soul just how I've been feeling about you
But they said it really loud
They said it on the air
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa oh oh oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh

Now, now
Don't it kinda strike you sad when you hear our song
Things are not the same since we broke up last June
The only thing that I wanna hear is that you love me still
And that you think you'll be comin' home real soon
Whoa, oh, yeah, yeah
And it made me feel proud when I heard you say
You couldn't find the words to say it yourself
And now in my heart I know I can say what I really feel
'Cause they said it really loud
They said it on the air
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio

Played in shorter version:
If you think that love isn't found on the radio
Well tune right in you may find the love you lost
'Cause now I'm sitting here with the man I sent away long ago
It sounded really loud
They said it really loud
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh

(end)

Played in longer version:
Sendin' in a letter to tell them that I love you, too
If you hear it, maybe you will know
When you hear them read the line about love's return on theradio
You'll think about the two of us and you'll come home
Whoa, oh, oh,
If you knew just how I'd felt why'd you make me wait?
Life goes on and on while you play with my heart
Don't hold on any longer 'cause now I know how you really feel
'Cause I heard it really loud
They said it on the air
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh

Now,
If you think that love isn't found on the radio
Then tune right in you may find the love you lost
'Cause now I'm sittin here with the man I sent away long ago
It sounded really loud
They said it really loud
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh
On the radio
Whoa, oh, oh,


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Diana Krall, Elvis Costello & Willie Nelson - Crazy

Diana Krall, Elvis Costello & Willie Nelson - Crazy

I'm crazy...crazy for feeling so lonely 
i'm crazy crazy for feeling so blue
i knew that you'd love me as long as you wanted
and then some day you'd leave me for somebody new
worry...why do i let myself worry 
wondering what in the world did i do
i'm crazy for thinking that my love could hold you
i'm crazy for trying and crazy for crying 
and i'm crazy for loving you
i'm crazy for thinking...

Letra: www.musica.com/...

Fleetwood Mac - Sara - Live

Fleetwood Mac - Sara

Wait a minute baby... 
Stay with me awhile 
Said you'd give me light 
But you never told be about the fire 
Drowning in the sea of love 
Where everyone would love to drown 
And now it's gone 
It doesn't matter anymore 
When you build your house 
Call me home 
And he was just like a great dark wing 
Within the wings of a storm 
I think I had met my match -- he was singing 
And undoing the laces 
Undoing the laces 
Drowning in the sea of love 
Where everyone would love to drown 
And now it's gone 
It doesn't matter anymore 
When you build your house 
Call me home 
Hold on 
The night is coming and the starling flew for days 
I'd stay home at night all the time 
I'd go anywhere, anywhere 
Ask me and I'm there because I care 
Sara, you're the poet in my heart 
Never change, never stop 
And now it's gone 
It doesn't matter what for 
When you build your house 
I'll come by 
Drowning in the sea of love 
Where everyone would love to drown 
And now it's gone 
It doesn't matter anymore 
When you build your house 
Call me home 
All I ever wanted 
Was to know that you were dreaming 
(There's a heartbeat 
And it never really died)

Letra: www.portaldeletras.com/...

The Animals - House Of The Rising Sun

The Animals - House Of The Rising Sun

House of the rising sun
There is a house in New Orleans 
They call the Risin' Sun 
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy. 
In God, I know I'm one. 

My mother was a tailor. 
She sewed my new blue jeans. 
My father was a gamblin' man 
Down in New Orleans. 

Now, the only thing a gambler needs 
Is a suitcase and a trump 
And the only time that he's satisfied 
Is when he's all a-drunk. 

Oh, Mother, tell your children 
Not to do what I have done. 
Spend your lives in sin and misery 
In the house of the risin' sun. 

Well, I've got one foot on the platform. 
The other foot on the train. 
I'm goin' back to New Orleans 
To wear that ball and chain. 

Well, there is a house in New Orleans 
They call the Risin' Sun 
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy. 
In God, I know I'm one.

Letra: www.letrastraducidas.com/...

Nazareth - Love hurts

Nazareth - Love hurts

Love hurts
love scares
love wounds and mares any heart
Not tough nor strong enough to take a lot of pain
Take a lot of pain
love is like a cloud
holds a lot of rain.
Love hurts
love hurts
I'm young I know but even so
I know a thing or two I've learned from you
I've really learned a lot
really learned a lot.
Love is like a stove
burns you when it's hot.
Love hurts
love hurts
some fools rave of happiness

Blissfulness
togetherness
some fools fool themselves
I guess

But they're not fooling me I know it isn't true

No
it isn't ture. Love is just a lie made to make you blue.
Love hurts
love hurts.

Love hurts
love scares
love wounds and mares any heart
. . .

Letra: www.letras4u.com/...

Creedence Clearwater Revival - Susie Q

C. C. R. - Susie Q

Oh Susie Q,
Oh Susie Q,
Oh Susie Q, baby I love you, Susie Q.

I like the way you walk,
I like the way you talk,
I like the way you walk,
I like the way you talk,
Susie Q.

(solo)

You say that you'll be true,
You say that you'll be true,
You say that you'll be true,
baby I love you, Susie Q.

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You say that you'll be mine,
You say that you'll be mine,
You say that you'll be
mine, baby all the time,
Susie Q.

(solo)

Oh Susie Q,
Oh Susie Q,
Oh Susie Q baby I love you, Susie Q.

I like the way you walk,
I like the way you talk,
I like the way you walk,
I like the way you talk,
Susie Q.

Oh Susie Q,
Oh Susie Q,
Oh Susie Q baby I love you, Susie Q.

Letra: letrascanciones.mp3lyrics.org/...

Queen - We Are The Champions

Queen - We Are The Champions

I've paid my dues
Time after time
I've done my sentence
But committed no crime
And bad mistakes
I've made a few
I've had my share of sand
Kicked in my face
But I've come through
And I need to go on and on and on and on

We are the champions - my friend
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the world

I've taken my bows
And my curtain calls
You've bought me fame and fortune
And everything that goes with it
I thank you all
But it's been no bed of roses no pleasure cruise
I consider it a challenge before the whole human race
And I ain't gonna lose
And I need to go on and on and on and on

We are the champions - my friend
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions of the world

We are the champions - my friend
And we'll keep on fighting till the end
We are the champions
We are the champions
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions.

Letra: www.quedeletras.com/...

BOCA JUNIORS, REY DE COPAS!!!

SÓLO EN LA JUSTICIA DIVINA CONFIAMOS

LA NUESTRA ESTÁ EN TERAPIA INTENSIVA

Gracias al matrimonio reinante hemos caído tan bajo que costará muchísimo recomponernos, los únicos que aplauden este desastre y vergüenza internacional, son aquellos que está lucrando de las mil maneras que han inventado y los funcionario permiten. El que no es ñoqui, tiene varios planes sociales en su familia, otros reciben subsidios para supuestas obras de carácter social, muchos tienen "mini emprendimientos" que subsidia el estado pero nunca trabajan, los más preparaditos figuran como "asesores" de diputados o senadores, también están los que licitan y ganan obras públicas para después conseguir "mayores costos" que siempre triplican lo licitado, negociados publicitarios, permisos para instalar salas de juegos, etc. etc. etc. son tantas las variables y además todos los días inventan una nueva, que no es fácil hacer un corto listado.

Continuar lectura: www.periodicotribuna.com.ar/...

martes, 25 de agosto de 2009

CFK - Malversación de caudales públicos

Una denuncia por malversación de fondos de caudales públicos y violación de los deberes de funcionario público recayó sobre la presidenta Cristina Fernández de Kirchner. Se trata de una presentación impulsada por el abogado Enrique Parigini por el acuerdo reciente entre el Gobierno y la AFA. 

Parigini, que en julio pasado había pedido que la Justicia convoque a los inquilinos de los K, señaló que "en el caso del fútbol, hay una norma vigente que dice que el Estado nacional no puede contratar con deudores fiscales", de manera que "si los clubes están en rojo, que es de público conocimiento, al estar representados por la AFA, en forma indirecta están concertando una contratación con personas jurídicas que no podrían de ninguna manera estar en co-contratación con el Estado", indicó el abogado. "Hay una norma que lo prohibe", destacó.

Fuente: www.perfil.com/...

Animales atrapados por su piel, por la moda

HASTA CUANDO?






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Despenalizado el consumo de marihuana


La Corte Suprema de Justicia dictó hoy una despenalización parcial del consumo de marihuana, limitándolo al ámbito privado y siempre y cuando no participen menores de edad. El máximo tribunal se pronunció en la causa "Arriola", en el que dos vendedores de drogas fueron condenados mientras que cinco consumidores quedaron a salvo de cualquier persecución penal. 
El fallo establece que el consumo de marihuana en el ámbito de la intimidad está protegido por el artículo 19 de la Constitución Nacional, que señala que "las acciones privadas de los hombres que de ningún modo ofendan al orden y a la moral pública, ni perjudiquen a un tercero, están sólo reservadas a Dios y exentas de la autoridad de los magistrados".

Continuar lectura: http://www.perfil.com/...

Imagen

Porqué la Marihuana es Ilegal?

Conspiraciòn contra la marihuana

La verdad sobre la marihuana y su prohibiciòn