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heroes who left us Legacy of the People Love Rings


On Thursday 17 June was the date set for the monthly meeting of the Vision Group. This time the guest Ana Teresa Torres let us know more of what we had read with keen interest in his book THE INHERITANCE OF THE TRIBE - The Myth of Independence of the Bolivarian Revolution.
When the friend asked me did Nora Bustamante the presentation of that book, my first thought was that with the extensive work of the author compiled more than thirteen books published, their deserved awards such as the Municipal Prize for Fiction and winner of the National Council of Culture, for his work The exile of time, Mariano Picon Salas Award and the Pegasus Prize for Doña Inés against forgetting, as well as individual occupying seat of honor of the Academy of National Language, and his recent honorary doctorate awarded by the Universidad Catolica Cecilio Acosta of Zulia, was not going to be easy to compress into a few lines your resume. Besides that his contributions to the national press and magazines give us the enormous creative flow that the author lavishes, as long research conducted for us in each of his works this particular vision of meeting the individual and their history.
Regarding the comment book, opened to the participants a fruitful debate, tinged with the accurate word of the author. So we know that what led to the writing of THE INHERITANCE OF THE TRIBE, was television. She as any Venezuelan or resident in this country has seen, or rather suffered long chains presidential and look through them as the sole interlocutor speech has rescued, revived and cultivated the myth of independence, had thought be taken to the writing and analysis. Not that Chavez had invented, but it has strengthened and endorsed. The liberator has been brought to the sacred altars and his hero par excellence has been set. We are the sons of the Fatherland, the inheritors of these glorious and as such must comply with unfinished dreams of the Father. Let me copy here
expert opinion of the historian Elias Pino Iturrieta who says that (quote) "In the inheritance of the Tribe, Ana Teresa Torres is not writing a history book, but a reflection whose foundation is located in a historiographical support allows conclusions worthy of attention. Nor is it meant the description of recent texts of sociology, political science, psychology, social, artistic research and the chronic situation, but includes the bulk of their contributions to link what historians might think about the birth of the republic to the present analysis have not stopped moving opinion from a qualified field of receivers. "
There is no doubt that the allegations of the author, who openly declares that no historian, no psychologist or sociologist, nor a political scientist, are plagued by thoughts that amalgamate each of these specialties and we realize extensive work research and commitment to the reality of the country. Following
the meeting and the question of what was left of you in the history of the People?
His answer after a few minutes of meditation, accompanied by a gesture of despair guessed, was short and terse, but also determining
-lot ... a lot.
The nostalgia for all that we are losing the certainty that recover from years of neglect plagued by a political speech that each day we were away and the difference between the ones and others, the verbiage that surrounds us from the illusion and deception , all made the pose silence at times in each of the attendees. Fortunately
and to complete the success of our meeting, hospitality Pity our host and delicious Troconis suck with which he gave us, comforted us and gave courage to face the dark days still remain. The days to come when the tribe warrior caste kick back and break chains. Ana Teresa
Thanks for giving us such fascinating reading and give us the necessary starting point for reflection.

Tea London Fruit & Herb Company

We are surrounded by things that can be utilitarian, decorative single, ugly or beautiful. Old objects, newly purchased, hated, that give us satisfaction, to help us. They become happy, or sadden us. In short any adjective may be added insurance that fits you one of them. However, very few of the things around us or we carry have implied a love story or endure over time related to events that are memorable and timeless.
Rodolfo In January 1939, a maracucho and confirmed bachelor, born with the century, succumbed to the easy smile and contagious joy of Susana and offered as proof of what was to be his eternal love: an engagement ring. It was made with gold from the mines of El Callao and she just was separated from his ring, thirty-five years later, at the time of his death. True to the promise he made in the Church of San Juan and met Rodolfo true devotion for all los años que la sobrevivió, quedó el compañero de ese anillo, luciendo su constancia anudado al recuerdo de la esposa ausente. En 1985 a la muerte de Rodolfo se reencontraron los aros en un estuche azul. Ya el tiempo y su continuado uso habían desvanecido las inscripciones internas de los apelativos cariñosos con el que solían llamarse mis padres y primitivos dueños: Susy y Rody, pero sabía que ese mismo tiempo no había podido borrar el legado de un amor que no conoció el olvido.
Ocasionalmente el estuche era abierto y la fantasía volaba en mi imaginación. Quizás los dos aros al estar juntos de nuevo recordaban las fatigas y los momentos de lucha. O por el contrario acunaban a alguno de los cinco hijos de the couple. Them in their hands made me long for the arrival of a love that exceeds the limit of time, which extended for many years but the couple remain fractured by death.
In 1990 came the moment of release from confinement rings inside the blue box. This time the words love and promise were not such as swearing in a church, but written and signed before men. It has been almost 20 years but now rings are engraved on the faded names two new: Ileana and Gustavo, I still look like reeds planted on the banks of a river whose flow brings the sound of the words of love always heard, clean and huge, coming from my parents.

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'RE NO HEROES LOOSE


Friday, June 4, 1 and 30 pm The threat of rain had dissipated and humidity combined with a soft warmth invaded the open spaces surrounding the ancient Church of the Holy Trinity, converted by decree President Guzman Blanco National Cemetery since 1874, to house a shrine as heroes, heroes and the greatest in our history.
A bust of His Majesty Charles III reminds us something unusual tribute from one of the three adjacent squares, which was the creator of the Captaincy General of Venezuela. The roots of our English past in contrast to the pride of the glories won by the outstanding resting nearby. Another square
wider which archaic agora, with its now-empty stands and dozens of antlers with no flags waving, protects the nearby building with three naves and a small dome, painted a very pale pink, gray with white accents. Seen from the front
our pantheon is far from monumental, but the spirit is inflamed with the weight of history that is stored there. It is certain that there lie 143 to dust beings of either forged or otherwise constructed our history. Of them only 54 were civilians and to be more specific only 3 women.
The meeting of the door wide open to the promise of immortality is ascended by 19 steps of gray marble, flanked by 4 cauldrons of black marble. Before entering the vast central nave and the background you can see the altar and monument to the most illustrious guest: Simón José Antonio de la Santisima Trinidad Bolivar y Palacios, who is hanging on the ubiquitous worship and veneration.
To access this almost sacred site by typing the name and area of \u200b\u200borigin in a great book that accounts for the large number of visitors (over 500 Saturday and Sunday) that the dead and the heroes in this case are not left alone and if you have anyone to visit.
The footsteps do not resonate in large slabs of polished marble tiles arranged in geometric shapes and various colors, they become complicit in the silence of the figures that adorn the 12 monuments scattered in symmetry in each of the two aisles. It highlights two at the end of them as sentinels: On the right the cenotaph of Antonio José de Sucre and left the sculpture tribute to Francisco de Miranda. In both the coffins kept open only hope of recovering the remains of the heroes.
The altar is lit by 230 lights vast Baccarat crystal lamp. The light spreads across the ceiling grid in gold leaf and silver and throws you to the bronze urn over 3500 Kg of weight where the remains of so-called Father of the Nation. Justice and Freedom are two female figures cast in white marble we represent the ideals of Bolivar's unfinished dream.
The 17 paintings attached to the original vaulted ceiling painter Tito Salas gave them passage to rest him also in this site, as well as symbolically and rather controversial, as does the chief Guaicaipuro. Jesus
The guide told Barreto that weave stories about noises, footsteps and even an apparition, but unlike the raised by Ana Teresa Torres in his book "History of the People", that "the Venezuelan heroes do not rely on the National Pantheon, however loose. Jump his paintings and landing on the tarmac, dodging the cars are entered online, star in the press and television "... .. Those who are here, whether deserved or controversial stay in this room, abide by the restricted hours until 4 pm to be revered or showing off its grandeur; trapped in history, with the dream of visionaries, turned into myths.
At the exit to the right is a third place, near the National Library Building, chaired by the bust of the poet Omar Khayya and two children play. The largest strongly pursued in an unequal battle that saw the lowest preschool red shirt, emulating perhaps to the many fought by the Founding Fathers dormant for centuries.

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Thanks to chocolate ... o. .. blame the chocolate




PLEASURES ARE ALWAYS THE CRADLE OF SYMPATHY
CAMPOAMOR


My earliest memories I can fix in time the precious moment in which I started to taste and become a fan of him or vicious. Captivate or repugnant, chocolate and won his place in history and for many of us that pleasure is enough. However curiosity compels me to ask when such a combination of cocoa seed which after being processed and be of added cinnamon, vanilla, and some other species became a pleasure me?.
boxes of chocolate, sweets, or in the form of tablets, all seasoned with various ingredients such as nuts, nuts, grains, rice, raisins, filled with liquor, formed a kaleidoscope of flavors that accompanied me since my childhood and I still remains true as the butterflies to the lights or the child to the ball.
My body and my palate, has imported not know his story. If the chocolate was born with a game that dates back perhaps 1502 when the explorer Christopher Columbus on his fourth voyage to America landed in Guanaja Island (Isla de Pinos in what is now Honduras), and on his return to Spain offered it to the Catholic Kings is not relevant. I just took delight you and sometimes he even takes your breath and leads you to move with real joy for a temporary madness that is called chocolate. The celebration of lust begins to just watch and make reason and sanity to lose their right minds So simple.
That same god Quetzalcoatl in ancient times men have been the first seeds of cacao, only corroborates that is food and pleasure of the gods. We must surrender to His Majesty and their intake actually makes us more lively, sharp, waiting for the mixture is melted in the taste and we prodigue mild tingling.
The pleasure has been with us the first time, like a caress, begins the journey of the senses without shame or modesty. When Hernan Cortes discovered Mexico in 1519 and was offered by India's Marina ("Malinche") a cup of the drink called Xocalatl, was amazed and dared to describe with the words "baby when one can travel the whole day tirelessly and without having to eat. " The conqueror had been captured and cocoa beans would reign in European courts.
Chocolate gives us comfort when there are dark days. We are delighted when a gift from the beloved. No resistance to her fiance enjoyment. The body is weak and prudence flee. It bends the mind and falls in ecstasy, as if anticipating a well-deserved orgasm. There is no passion without delivery, although advises us to discern if we attach to it without hesitation, we set ourselves a limit. Do not want to resent the abuse our bodies and we are unable to find the remedy.
As every vice that makes us prey, I can not rebel even knowing that there may be collateral damage. It's like kite flying upward toward infinity without seeing the risk of the electrical network. However
fear the consequences. The fear is linked to vascular body. Guilt and fear stalks the effects stealthy as a ghost appears. Weak belief that their daily consumption may reduce heart risk is not sufficiently proven. There is an ongoing debate and experience persuades us not to follow the action when the multiplication of an error can lead to destruction.
The problem is that the bans do not work for medical orders. It is known that the pleasure of the forbidden or unattainable, far from being a wall that prevents us from transgressing it becomes a spur of addiction.
I know I sin to eat too much and hopefully reveal that I impose a mild penance and see in my confidence, not a belated repentance but a fair promise of change.
In conclusion, reveal in the truth openly. I set myself that part of the whole of what causes me pleasure, without being indiscreet, I think silence is not better than say without hindrance from our weaknesses. Who is wise and confesses his guilt becomes more prone to forgiveness rather than condemnation.
I can only thank the chocolate for the moments of delight in his company, but at the same time and without thereby committing the affront to smear, I have to say burning words which also has all the blame. If I confess a defect in disgrace, carried in the hips absolve me. I resign myself to think that I think easier to carry the weight of my slip-up to live without glory to taste the fruit of Theobroma cacao .