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Puebla-Cholula Open Studios

Puebla-Cholula Open Studios will take place on Friday 3, Saturday 4 and Sunday 5 December 2010.

Puebla-Cholula Open Studios is an independent project Space created by Rosa, by visual artist Rosa Borrás and Don Apolonio management group show, which aims to support the production

contemporary art that takes place in the cities of Puebla and Cholula, emphasizing the relationship audience with the artist and production space. Adem

ore promotes the creation of new audiences, and collectors about the work of local artists.

During the weekend the public is invited to a tour three artists' workshops in Puebla and three

artist studios in Cholula, which were open to interact with the artist, their work and their ways of production and have the opportunity to acquire work at affordable prices di

directly with the creators.

By the nature of the project, there is no curatorial

external. Each artist shows what he thinks and the way you choose, resulting in contact with a variety of topics techniques, formats and prices. This inic

iativa intends to grow over time to include more artists and other cultural players in Puebla and Cholula, and in parallel to provide academic and educational activities.

More information: www.estudiospueblacholula.blogspot.com

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CALL: SPEECH TO THE FRONT OF DON Apollonius

Open invitation to artists, architects, and designers interested in participating in the "Speech to the façade of Don Apolonio Presenta."

This new project seeks intervention by the façade the participating artist Don Apolonio use as a springboard to be projected to other places and other public in Puebla, as in other Mexican states. Interventions will be released digitally and through a printed publication to be held every six interventions.

Bases: The

• Participation may be individually or collectively. There
• limiting or technical issue.
• The project must be viable and without permanently damaging or altering the construction of space.
• material costs and assembly borne by the artist.
• The facade will be renewed every 3 months.
• Receipt of proposals will be open and free.
• All projects will be reviewed by the curatorial committee of Don Apolonio.

Documentation:

Applicants must submit documentation Don Apolonio or send an email to donapolonio@gmail.com with the following documents:

• MS Word file that contains: Curriculum
  • Contact Information
• Project in Word or PDF file that contains:
  • Project Description Description Description
  • assembly Sketches
  • materials and images
  • appropriate support material

A notification will personally meet the artists via mail or phone.

For every inspection of Don Apolonio space is responsible for conducting the corresponding opening cocktail.

Don Apolonio has

2 North 1205th San Andrés Cholula, Puebla (at the turn of Container City)

Hours: Tuesday to Saturday from 17 to 20 hrs.

First intervention by Edgar Caamaño

Second statement made by Mr. Hal

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DIALOGUES WITH THE SOUTH: contemporary creative practices in Latin America

WORKSHOP TALKS WITH THE SOUTH:

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contemporary creative practices in Latin America, a management perspective.

Prof. teaches. Fernanda Lopez de Ecuador (Managing cultural, research on issues of contemporary culture, actress and clown).

maximum capacity: 20 people

Cost: $ 250

Hours: 3 days ago

to students of visual arts, cultural, art history and branches related.

Objective:
create spaces for reflection binding between cultural management projects (community, independent, institutional and peripheral) enabling matrices of thought and action from the Latin American
.

is intended that participants through case studies, dialogue with contemporary cultural processes carried out in Ecuador.

To this end we have selected three management platforms:
1. Chiquito Quito Art Meeting for boys and girls,
2. "From 12 to 12 continuous sample
Performance and Literature 3. Urban Art traces.

In this context it is expected to provide theoretical and practical workshops, integrating conceptual approaches to the exercise of cultural management.

On the other hand aims to promote horizontal dialogue and mutual sharing of logic and knowledge.


** REGISTRATION Don Apolonio presents (2 North 1205th San Andrés Cholula) or by bank deposit.
** For more information send us an email to donapolonio@gmail.com

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smoked a cigarette in a cafe in the town square who had just arrived. my father had given him work there, we took our stuff, we close with a nod of the old village and moved. waiting in the cafe one who was keen to talk to me, really do not know why. I got boxes addressed while the new house. "When you realize that your parents' house is not yours?" I asked the skinny, with a cigarette in his mouth and dark circles to the chin. "Oh I do not know" I replied, knowing full well whereof he spoke. "We need to talk" I said seriously with a serious expression, "we need to talk," he repeated, letting me understand that this was anything but casual. "Ok" replied unconcerned with nothing better to do. "Find me in the cafe the swallow at 4 pm," he said, taking my arm "is very important" to his face close to mine and taught me all their eyes. and there I was, in the cafe the swallow, not really funny, with a coffee in his hands, a cigarette burning in both my mouth like an ashtray, on a cloudy evening with wind. finally arrived, sat down and immediately brought him a coffee as black as can be. gave him a drink, arranged her ideas and began "I have some explaining to do ... this town, this town is not like the others, there's something here as a man you're interested, there is something in the way of the things that creates a phenomenon extremely bizarre, a problem for us, for you, eventually, who has broken the order of life and interrupted its course, affecting every man who lives here, marked forever, some say that makes us better, which forces us to try harder , to throw forward and can not in our shortcomings but the thing is, to make the story short (haha), that in high school, when the appetite is asleep or waking up, girls in this town, absolutely all girls, are taken a mountain for 6 years, there are many theories as fools in the world, but nobody really knows what goes on that mountain, one more than them, women of our people know exactly who they are ... we know is what happens next, when they return, they return with a standard in men unreal, imaginary, and when they come violently with the sexually frustrated that the insane hope not find what they want and they are virgins, we traveled to johns of other peoples throughout the school and have wild sex and obscene all our youth. but with them back, travel and have just started the infinite and maniacal mission to conquer them, so beautiful and firm and perfect, so full of delicious fresh youth, but no one has sex here than homosexuals and 3 types genetically perfect with its 3 respective girlfriends, also own good genes ... you will witness what I say next week when school starts. you are very nice and all, but you can not get a goal, do not let you get close to some point, do not spend their impenetrable barrier if you say or do the wrong thing and that can be anything ... from batting poorly or have strong opinions about what it is and if you're ugly or / and fat are lost. Perhaps you think I'm kidding you, but see, I have something to teach "and found rolled up his right arm, it was incredibly muscular, then rolled up the left that was contrasting thin," shit "I murmured, impressed" no kidding, my dude, you're about to enter the most ruthless desert sex, sexual troughs filled tragically useless ... oh and another thing, the women of this town are famous in the region for its beauty, you will never feel as eager as when you put your eyes in our female population. felt he had to warn you, I enjoy few things more "laughed, leaned back with his coffee in his hands and took it with a twitch in the eye and markedly anxious. I could not breathe," virgin "was heard in the back of my mind, I hate virgins all virgins who had met in my life on my mental screen reappeared. "I want to be an actress because I'm beautiful" "I'm waiting for the right" is my day of the month, had never desvirginizado someone, but oh God as we had tried and it was impossible even with mediocre expectations girls. was now in a town full of them, damn my luck. "Thanks ... I guess," he said with his mouth and his face was saying "asshole", I turned off my freshly lit cigarette, I took the rest of my coffee from a drink and left. do not know what to do about all this, "virgin" I think back to my house, along the boulevards super parents, "Surely that is a bumbling idiot and not get anything and just fucked me," trying to convince, but there was no let me believe it. I got home, I sat down to watch TV and fell asleep. I dreamed that I dried and I liked the whistle.

spend the rest of the week working out and reading philosophy super-thick, had to prepare, if it was true, for the greatest battle of my life. The first day I bathed methodically, I managed with extreme care hair, put on my best clothes, the most expensive and newly purchased, I brushed my teeth so hard that my mouth was full of blood and left determined, sure of me same, feeling a champion, nothing could stop me, "veni, vidi, vici, veni, vidi, vici, veni, vidi, vici, veni, vidi, vici!" I was saying the whole way. I arrived and was greeted by an army of perfect creatures, insurmountable representatives of my favorite genre, superb examples of beauty that can be humans, seemed to cast their own light and was dazzled almost blind. I fixed the hair and, upon entering, I was entering another dimension, a better dimension. fascinated walked through the halls, letting go, receiving flowers and fanfare in my heart, my sex, my head bursting and imitating the earth, rotating and traveling. "Oh Christ" I said, reaching an orgasm. "Virgin?" threatened, mocking and arrogant, "no more." I went to my first class and I got to work. I met several classmates that day and planted the seed my friends in the fertile soil of their souls. classes are over and I felt I did well, I could not start better, I did not notice anything that guy told me, all welcomed me with open arms, all were willing to be my friends, "nice and it" sounded eerily in my head, but was ruled out by the evidence collected that day can not be true, it may not be virgins, more than ever thought the guy was just some asshole and eventually I was sure they were all lies. back to my house I thought to devote only one, instead of dividing my efforts in a number. I quit my job to find the perfect girl to drop it all the weight of my love. during the month, I met many potential candidates and the beginning of the new had already chosen, pamela. was my friend and we had friends in common, we liked the same things and shared a sense of humor. strangely never went out two of us, always inviting, but she refused by this or that reason. did not give much importance, he thought, thanks to my low self-esteem, which I did not like, but I would not give up just like that, would be that as it may conquer. asked her friends about it, but I did not get clear answers. the truth would be discovered a terrible September night. was at a party school, drinking and having fun, when I met her. and we talked more, spent significant time and just drunk. at one point she was quiet and I saw his eyes, I said nothing too, "something happens" I thought, never suspecting what was about to come. "I" started, "oh no" I knew right away, my heart was beating very fast, "I am," he repeated, ah felt broke inside me, that at any time fill the floor with my gut, "virgin." "Shit, it's true ... it is true!" I shouted to heaven, "oh ok" I said, stupefied, dazed, stood and left. That night I dreamed I was lost in a labyrinth where he died miserably.

our friendship withered and died. "Fuck" and I ended up saying after another, but with identical results. I followed and after a thousand more, all virgins, all wanting nothing to do with me. cried in my bed, watching my roof, cursing that fucking town, cursing them and cursing me for being me and do not fit your idea of \u200b\u200ba man. "Why?" I wondered, "What did I do wrong?" I was obsessed with the idea, a mystery without an answer. every time I masturbated more and settled on my chest a feeling of regret. was a poor man. came a point I tried to take it with philosophy and go out walking for hours, plotting action plans in retrospect were just desperate for a naive delusion alone. the great courage that I have in the heart swelled and I decided to fight. and I fought, I fought like I had never fought in my life, I struggled until I fell to the ground all broken emotionally by rejection and saw the magnitude of the problem, warning the man lived sucker was like pushing a fucking mountain, it was like trying to reach the moon, could not be done, would have to totally be me to start seeing results. everything was in the shit when someone told me about a support group at church, at first I dismissed as trash, but when my options homosexuality became the most popular the young men, suicide or group, I opted for the group. were the most pathetic in the world. We read poems they wrote to the women of the village, we taught our wedding pictures of hugging and crying, pretending that he was hugging the girl we were obsessed and we told him how much we had hurt. I went to the group as 2 weeks and then I realized that making love gay men is less than what took place in that church. I thought all was lost, the hope was rotten and ready to take my things and leave this damn town. put boxes in my car when it was kind of the "no escape" he said seriously, seeing carefully "to the place where women go and you look like monsters fuck the double." "Fuck!" I yelled without seeing it and without stopping, "asexuality is the answer," he said as punishment, seeing the floor, smoking. "Asexuality?" I repeated, confused. "It is.'s What I do and since I've deleted, with the help of marijuana and strength of will, all sexual desire, life has not been more humorous" went a bit "to see the poor idiots crash million times against the wall of ice that protects the heart of these women is great fun, "he leaned against the car and saw the horizon," I've seen and I think you have the strength to overcome this terrible disease " I saw him seriously interested in proposing "disease?" I repeated, "Yes, the worst of all." I leaned against the car myself. "To go to hell" I said, releasing her bitterness, yet free of the martyrdom of desire "to hell?" "Yes, fuck", I was pensive for a few seconds, I remembered that I once had dignity and respect for myself, I remembered those times when going back and forth with my head held high, with no concern whatsoever, without that nagging feeling of anxiety, without being hot all the time, "ok" I said, watching, smiling, "to hell." "Taking" I gave a joint super fat smelly "need this" "but I do not I do drugs, "I confessed, feeling like a baby." is your medicine "and smoked and laughed all afternoon.

gradually disappearing and the desire was due to the effect of my medicine saw village women more as art, as moving sculptures and paintings that spoke that as sacks of sex than previously thought. the place of tears and misery was taken by the laughter and happiness. the type and I sat in school, drugged out of our minds, and laughed at the poor fools who tried unsuccessfully to link women who die without knowing true love. one day someone came back to town and, while things in your car down, I invited him to a coffee had something important to tell.

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November 20: VideoNOdanza and 1910Revolución2010

VideoNOdanza : 5 premieres to celebrate the audiovisual revolution

Shake and Serve and invite Don Apolonio:

Saturday Nov 20, 20 HRS in the presence of the authors

Program:
Narcolepsy (Collective 0710 / 4 min/DF/2010)
The Pedestrian (Paola De La Concha / 4 min/Puebla/2010)
visual music (César López-Robert Ruge / 2 min/Puebla/2010)
Bliss (Amira Ramírez / 6 min / Puebla/2010)
Domestic (Andrés Castañeda / 2 min/DF/2010)
Khemeia Digital Test One: TIME (Adrian Romero Gabriela Segovia-Luciana Ruiz/5min/DF/2010)
Anatomy of Melancholy (Nuria Fragoso / 6 min/DF/2010) EMPAC Dance Movies Comissiona 2010

AT 19 HRS invite you to participate in the Flash Mob 1910Revolución2010 organized by the Collective Ruta4:

"To commemorate the centenary of the Mexican Revolution propose an action. understand the term in the conception of art, arises from the performance: the artistic act that takes place throughout the body, we'll all participants-in a space-Mexico-and time-to nineteen hours ten minutes from the November 20, 2010 "We

hoisted a white flag and remain silent for 3 minutes.

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Direction: Amira Ramírez Salgado
visual Production: Nomad, Amira and Alfredo Ramírez Vázquez
Performers: Miguel Angel Guzman, Lourdes Roth Mayra Morales, Jonathan Alexander Ramírez
Amira Lippincot and Production Audio: Wanderer and Amira
Ramirez Photo: Alfredo Salgado Vázquez Gutiérrez and Kitzia


**** Nothing is void is a work in progress of experimental dance and visual performance that explores the facets and layers that construct our corporeality. Explore a malleable body / the body transforms. 7 is a series of scenes or moving images to be manipulated in vivo with the projection.

This work is worked with dancers and visual artists, is a proposal that uses dance as a discourse open and accessible to other media. Ultiza also the element of the image as a possibility but in the performance and the body as where all powers are exercised social.

This work was supported by the Program of Incentives for Artistic Creation of the State of Puebla (FOESCAP 2010)

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Convolve Project is a collective of young composers from the Autonomous University of Puebla (BUAP). This project started in December 2008 as a proposal to promote the new music created by students of composition BUAP carried through quarterly concert tion. One of the goals main is the diffusion of contemporary music Puebla to expand their presentation at the national level and abroad.

The work of this project is instrumental works and electro mixed and collective improvisations and multimedia installations. In this way seeks to expand the interaction between the different areas of art, promoting interdisciplinary work and encouraging the participation of other similar groups to allow greater social insight.

The term was coined by acousmatic Schaeffer and Peignot. It describes a feature that is common today, but its consequences are little known yet, since it refers to listen to sounds without regard to the cause that produces them. A clear example is when we hear the radio or someone speaks to us through the phone, do not have a visual reference of what or who it is, so we assume the physical characteristics taking into account the tone of his voice, if this is serious or We defined acute if it belongs to a man or a woman to display other aspects as well as if a young person or adult, etc.

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pompita alonzo, the writer of this story, I was giving a lecture on his new book, celebrity gossip. " The conference took place in a small auditorium was packed. pompita, passionate, moving the hands and head, reminding one to Adolf Hitler, for his speeches, not policies. with excited shouts and gestures to the locals. Everyone applauded and passed it well, laughing and hugging. the conference is over. pompita soaked in sweat, signed impressionable young girls tits and shook the hand of men in search of identity. the auditorium was almost empty, pompita and his agent, editor and friend, Joshua, nonsense talked about, smoking cigarettes and drinking beer. "Yes, Ahuevo, rock n roll" pompita said, laughing and passing well, he and Joshua seemed to share a brain. of nowhere, like a product of spontaneous generation, came a young woman who captured the attention of our hero escabullidiza. stood with open mouth and dropped his cigarette. "Hardcore" it said in the tight pink shirt super cute brunette girl about 19 years. "Joshua" pompita whispered and turned to his friend to the preciousness approaching, the two were mesmerized by the powerful beauty. Hello pompita told, "To wave, baby" he replied and the closure of his pants was tested. one of those moments where love is born, the wind, magic and shit, was interrupted by "this is Ramirito" and she left behind a child with down, violating the time. "Child with down?" pompita asked, checking reality "serious?" did not realize how strong and said it was uncomfortable at that moment that all who know it is used. the girl regained her cool and said "yes, he is Ramirito and has Down syndrome." pompita josue and exchanged glances. "Is a great admirer of yours," said the sexy girl with her embrace around Ramirito who mumbled something incomprehensible, the young woman laughed and translated "says that you have read all your books." pompita not know what to do, just stood there, uncomfortable, very hard the downs wave took him out. the babbling down again, and backside josue automatically turned to the woman who fell into account that the two people who were in front were not so cool as he imagined, "says that invites you to dinner at his house," "ah" Alonzo and his eyes did flee to the small and, in turn, beautiful breasts, there not being handled, inviting them to grab them, "Come, come, take one", "ohh" and pompita began to drool. josue gave him a slight nudge, the woman could not go with the nefarious bastard who was in front and if not for Ramirito never have anything to do with someone like him. she was accustomed to ordinary men, possessive and insecure. "Ok" pompita said, returning from his trance. and there were 4 in a luxury car to the house where they lived Ramirito, his mother, the girl and the army of servants who depended on family to feed theirs. on the road, Ramirito, a lunchbox with pompita face, took a tangerine and offered to the writer. backside is no secret that he loves with all his heart mandarins and could not reject it even though I was psychotically sure Ramirito hand had been in frightening places. was about to say "no thanks, Ramirito small "but the beautiful and captivating Her eyes fell on him and lost control of himself." I will force you to love me "quietly threatened the woman-child, filling his mouth segments.

entered through the gate of the huge mansion. touring the magnificent gardens, pompita was pleasantly impressed by what came into his eyes, he had a secret admiration for the rich and not so secretly envied them and wished her things and luxuries. came to the main house. pompita, josue, the girl and Ramirito, down syndrome, entered a hall super father. were greeted by the maid # 43. "lady waiting for" said mistreated the status quo. Ramirito ran Pomeranian behind the pack of free running around the property, the girl followed. josue backside and followed the maid, walked about 3 km and reached a door with scenes of one of the stories of pompita spectacularly carved in them. "Forward" said the maid and said the doors, "ok!" Friends shouted. The doors opened and in front of them as no study had ever seen. "De puta madre!" alonzo exclaimed, shocked by the level of design and decoration. an elegant lady and a beautiful time in their 60's was sitting behind a desk, as he entered, he stood to receive them. "Mr. Alonzo" and offered his hand pompita took it and, feeling against his skin, he knew immediately that was something special about this lady. "Backside" josue whispered in the ear of our friend and favorite writer is Conchita Rivera "," yé yé girl 60's? " "Same" "ohh." if this was wayne's world the boys had been thrown to the ground and we would have imagined a pale imitation of that gag as father, but as this is only a short story, josue and backside were left in place and felt his penis swell. "My son, as was my late husband, a big fan of yours," the woman confessed, "I love her stories and celebrity gossip, me, to be frank, I find them not the slightest grace but I'm sure I'm not part of the public, "" do not be nervous "pompita replied absently." now ... I would like to follow me into the dining room it's time to eat "and followed her to another room taken from the VH1 program. they sat and were served delicious food." Mrs. Rivera, I must say that this food has filled the void profound tore my soul "josue always been a very grateful, pompita was busy asking for more. finished eating and talked. pompita, and is unable to pass, once you give the forum, the opportunity to express their ideas more incoherent, he spoke and talked about all sorts of crazy. josue be felt a little awkward, but entertaining in Instead, a woman of the world as he saw Conchita Rivera faced "fuck, when going to shut this idiot?". finally stopped when the craving for a cigarette came to a head. "I'm going for a cigarette, nobody comes?" his companions shook their heads from left to right and repeat. backside out into the garden and found the girl, sitting with his back, singing with feeling a song of Françoise Hardy's favorite alonzo, je n 'attends plus personne. " smoked pompita charged in a column, watching the young woman moved to sing like an angel. backside over and approached her, clapping, making funny. women to see our hero, first startled and then made faces of disgust. "Mind if I accompany you?" did not have time to answer, sat down and started talking about unimportant things. the girl I wanted to mourn when pompita asked her out, she could not help but giggle derogatory and knew it was the time to put this asshole in his place. "At first, someone like me never, never! Go out with someone like you. On second, you are the most megalomaniac, narcissistic, egocentric world, you call yourself a writer when all they do is steal ideas from others and them in with profanity and nonsense. I think you are funny, but really only feel sorry. me a favor and leave me peace and never to speak in your life, immediately at the end, the girl stood up and was gone for good.'s violent psychological slap the smile faded backside and put in place a look of sadness. there he sat, with cold, feeling like a dog, seeing, under the gray sky, the huge garden extended as far as the eye. Ramirito at that moment arrived, accompanied pompita and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Ramirito oh, you're my friend" placed his hand on the cheek of Ramirito, "my friend down." josue came to find this tender scene. "pompita! Time to go! "and there were two, back to their lives, with a new friend and a super funny story to tell.

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had a dream the other day. rode his bicycle through the streets of my childhood. I found it weird because I did not know child's bike, I learned to my late teens. at full speed down an empty street on a bicycle without brakes, small detail that never filled my mind, which made me strange too, because now in my early adulthood there is nothing more essential than the brakes. a feeling of freedom all through my body, with air speed covering me, feeling it in my face, my hair, dancing, reminding myself. I woke up feeling still exploiting the inside, I opened my eyes and I found myself thinking as I sleep. I jumped out of bed, I put on some trousers, a shirt of Rainer Werner Fassbinder, my tennis more stories to tell than most people 50 years and went outside. the hot sun brought to me by climate change, the course of the planet's gravitational and weakened ozone layer blinded me a few seconds. "My god" I said all set, I crossed the parking lot sure of myself, I went to my machine, the radio, as always, at full volume, and the speakers boomed at a rate that was merged with the current state of my soul and spirit leaned to the extent of believing unstoppable. put my foot on the pedal and tread lightly, with eyes as open as possible, with drool-soaked shirt and with my heart beating so hard I felt like a fist against my chest. I went there, had to leave town.

drove for hours until I ran out of gas. was in a small village called strontium. I left my car and took a look, a horrendous people lost in the desert, with 4 separate buildings on the road. "So this is where I live now" a native told me smell the armpit. "Choc chu chap chap" replied the Indian. "Great" I replied, hoping that an Indian was cool and I had not suggested sexualmente. acomodé mi cabello, puse un cigarrillo en mi boca, le di fuego y entré a una tiendita color rosa. "buenas" le dije a la mujer horrible atrás del mostrador. "hola" dijo ella y me enseñó que no había dentista en el pueblo. "busco una pensión, mi amable señorita" y le regalé un guiño tan coqueto que algunos lo considerarían pecado. "una pensión, eh?" repitió la muy hija de la verga. "bueno, hay dos pensiones, mi estimado caballero" señaló a un montón de papitas de marca desconocida "en esa dirección está la pensión de la señora consuelo" y luego señaló una maquinita descompuesta y dijo "pa allá está la pensión del señor Ortencia "," that Ortencia "I said, entering a trance. my mind escaped from my body and ran down the time until the 5th grade. back to my early school years. again sitting, watching the professor of mathematics, Ortencia contreras. I shouted, spitting in the face, I said it was useless and my life would be a complete waste, which should end all at once and save my parents money. I, a young boy of 11 years, looked serious, thinking "but what the whistle so mamalón son." woke from the trance with children cafes taking things from my pockets. "boy" shouted them away from me as an away camp mosquitoes. to avoid falling back into similar trance chose to stay at the pension of Mrs. comfort. "Very nice" I told the lady horrible, I put my hands on her cheeks and to show my gratitude tenderly kissed her, informing the greater the feeling. I left the shop and followed the road to an old house with a black ribbon above the door in a wall, carelessly painted, read, "PECIÓN OF GUADALUPE conzuela CELLORA Artiaga." I knocked on the door. in what he hoped to open asked luck, fate and nature that not all women are like the store, taste extremely unpleasant stranger fucked my taste buds that at least be nice and make my children beautiful and successful result. biology exploded. "Shit" I said, turning to my penis, "not now." I curse the creator, the little manipulated curse that is the human body, I would have control over these things. turn on and off at will my fever. a semi-dwarf fat lady in an apron and a tattoo of a bullfighter in his arm, opened the door. "How I can help you?" I asked, baffled because my face was backlit. "I want a room, respectable person," he said, more demanding than asking. "50 weight" she said, wiping the sweat from his brow with her apron, "the day?" I asked naively. "Asshole" I noticed it said on the apron of the lady, "no year" corrected to laugh. "50 year weight?!" "So, no one comes here, I know it's expensive, but please, sir, I am a poor old woman, almost a dwarf, do you want from me?! Good, I say something ... give me 45 weight and ready , is the most I can lose myself ... have mercy ... have mercy! " I filled my pants lady of mucus and saliva. to me the truth I was little, but the lady had shown desperate and what does one do with someone desperate? one takes advantage. "I give 25 weight" bargained, imagining a demon by placing a small sign with my name in a small room in hell. "25 weight? Is okay, 25 weight, but give them to me right now," I was bored so I decided not to haggle over, pulled out my wallet full of money, I took a pass 20 and stayed at the 5 then, she had to other and agreed. "I show him his room, the fourth most beautiful of the pension." toured the house. was an old house, empty, ever had style, but now everything was dusty and neglected. the decor was surprisingly elegant and white people had portraits on the walls. Mrs. consolation explained that she was the servant of some rich people who wanted to get away from the busy life in the capital and had sought refuge in the middle of the road. lived there a few weeks later, without a word, disappeared. come to my room. I do not know if it was the prettiest, but certainly was the best room in which he had been in my life. expensive furniture and all the incredible taste. "Breakfast at 10, eat at 3", "agree" I said, admiring the room. "Here is the key" and put a huge golden key on a table so pretty that touched a special place in my heart. "Thank you very much" I said, smiling. I opened the window and to me the seemingly endless Mexican desert. "I think I can get used to it," declared, dropping on the bed. one second in this comfortable mattress designed for foreign minds, an example of what can this kind that sometimes makes one wonder if we evolved at all, but thanks to these small exceptions, the certainty that man is number one becomes violent and installed to expels someone with some bullshit, and I fell asleep.

the next morning I ate an animal I'd never heard and took the coffee flavor I've tried. I decided to get a job and went to a tire repair. the owner was an old blind man who had 2 sons, William, the kind of person who never expect to find in a place like that, an intellectual who read voraciously and I knew everything one can know about all sorts of things, every year traveling on his bicycle to the nearest library and stole all the books he could carry, and Eduardo, the funniest man I've ever met in my life, had perfected the art of comedy and now had complete control over how funny it was, with his super healing power people constipated. had reached the top of your areas of interest in leisure perennial ruled their lives. No one stood out there and had never cured anything. without hesitation I got the job of assistant and I stopped to fill my life with their talents. Guillermo gave me "tropic of cancer" henry miller. I sat every evening in an inn and read until the case. at night listening to Eduardo do their comedy routine, or thought she had never laughed so much. my life beyond all imagination. the only thing missing was a woman who would let me download it my biology. one evening, dressed in my overalls back saying "I come to ruin the toilet", I went to William and asked if there were more women in the village that Mrs. and Miss comfort horrible the shop named Christina, he read as always, never took his eyes from the book, he extended his arm in my direction with a raised finger, asking for a second. finished reading, put the separator, closed the book and saw me. recognized in my eyes the animal I am, sighed and prepared to release the terrible truth. He rose from his chair, grabbed my arms, I could see in his expression that the answer to my question was not going to like me and was the kind of response that is a kick in the testicles, metaphorically speaking. "No, not there more women in this town," he replied. "And now" and you? " asked a bit confused "We decided let's go, do not we move, we love living here and do not reach more women," but ... " wanted with all my might have something to say, something to answer, but who makes the decision to disappear sure knows his stuff and his face showed that this problem had stolen sleepy. I turned around and went, he followed me with his eyes, eyes spitting sadness. that night at the board thought about it. I thought all night, but did not find any solution. I gave up, recognizing that if the world's most cultivated person found no answer, for me, a guy like anyone, would be ridiculous to keep trying. had a decision to make. out of town for one or stay there, where I felt so comfortable that my mother's womb was a place with no chairs filled with people who smell bad. "Ok" I said, full of courage, had come to a conclusion, ever forget my golden desire to have children and was going to be beautiful after the monster known as Cristina store.

the next afternoon I went to the shop of the village and invited Cristina to leave, she said she was a lesbian and anyway I was not his type. "Lesbian?" I repeated, seeing drove away with a broom brown children licking the walls of the store. I left the store and went to work. that afternoon I ended tropic of cancer, to read the last word stored all the freedom in the heart of Henry Miller was transferred to me and I realized that was the most open out there. "Fuck" I told the world and sat on the dairy farm to watch the sunset.

Strontium is a chemical element table Mr symbolized regular and atomic number is 38.

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• Neneh Cherry, Buffalo Stance (80's Dance Party special edition)
• Timex Social Club Rumors [Extended Mix]
• Joyce Sims (You Are My) All in All
• Strafe, Set It Off
• Dominatrix, The Dominatrix Sleeps Tonight
• Cameo, Word Up!
• X-Posed, Point of No Return
• Hashim, Al-Naafiysh (The Soul)
• Bananarama, Venus (special edition)
• Trance Dance, Hoodoo Want to Voodoo [Club Version]
• Company B - You Stole my Heart (12 Inch)

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Tracklist:

• P. Lion - Dream (extended version)
• Howard Jones - Things Can Only Get Better (extended)
• Central Line - Walking into sunshine (12''mix)
• Tonight I'm Allright, Narada Michael Walden
• Queen - Radio Ga Ga (Extended) 
• Open Your Heart, Madonna 
• Chic - Good Times [Original 12']
• Try it out, Gino Soccio 
• Rod Stewart - Do you think i'm sexy (extended mix)
• Laura Branigan - Self control (extended version) 
• Huey Lewis And The News, I Want A New Drug (12'' Mix) 
• Kool & The Gang - Get down on it (extended mix) 

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