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Pero no te inquietes mi vida
que como tus besos no hay dos
porque el mejor beso es, cariño,
cuando nos besamos tú y yo

Rosana Arbelo "Besos"

Do you remember the very first time you kissed your girl/boy? How it was... how it tasted... how it happened...

I remember five first kisses I give/recieved in my life... but misfortunately I can't say a word about the first three of them... because I know some relatives of those girls could read this blog and we could get ourselves into deep deep shit... the only thing I could say is, The first was inside a room at my grandparent's house... the second was in her bedroom while we were playing tumbling and teasing each other... the third was inside a classroom... where I used to teach...

The fourth... I remember it as it were just yesterday... we were attending to the same music school, I remember I had already told you about this story, so the only thing I can only add to this is her exactly words when we kissed each other: "hummm... tasty... salty... I like it!" (there's another one I remember, when I went to her house and when we were saying good bye... we hugged and she told me "you know... I really wanted to see you...")

The fifth, with this girl from the north of the country, when she went to pick me up at the Bus Station... I hadn't see her so I decided to go to the nearest Telephone and phone her... when then she screamed to me, in her adorable northern tone of voice "were are you going... fool?" She approached to me and instentively we hugged each other.... she raised her face and when we realized we were kissing each other...

Once I heard from Dr. House something like "your first tongue kiss is like an 8 in the happiness-scale"... but I may add that the first kiss a girl / boy gives you... is definetly more than just 8....

Good night... and ice-cream kisses for all of you!

I know it is something very irresponsible from my part telling that I have never ever read anything about Mario Benedetti. I have never read any of his poems, his work. What it's more: I must confess that the very first time I heard this song I didn't know it was his the poem they recitate at the beginning.

This post is on the memory of him. Thank you for giving me this poem.

Hombre Preso que mira a su Hijo

Cuando era como vos me enseñaron los viejos
y también las maestras bondadosas y miopes
que libertad o muerte era una redundancia
a quién se le ocurría en un país
donde los presidentes andaban sin capangas
que la patria o la tumba era otro pleonasmo
ya que la patria funcionaba bien
en las canchas y en los pastoreos

realmente botija no sabian un corno
pobrecitos creían que libertad
era tan sólo una palabra aguda
que muerte era tan sólo grave o llana
y cárceles por suerte una palabra esdrújula

olvidaban poner el acento en el hombre

la culpa no era exactamente de ellos
sino de otros más duros y siniestros
y éstos sí
cómo nos ensartaron
con la limpia república verbal
cómo idealizaron
la vidurria de vacas y estancieros

y cómo nos vendieron un ejército
que tomaba su mate en los cuarteles

uno no siempre hace lo que quiere
uno no siempre puede
por eso estoy aquí
mirándote y echándote
de menos

por eso es que no puedo despeinarte el jopo
ni ayudarte con la tabla del nueve
ni acribillarte a pelotazos

vos sabés que tuve que elegir otros juegos
y que los jugué en serio

y jugué por ejemplo a los ladrones
y los ladrones eran policías

y jugué por ejemplo a la escondida
y si te descubrían te mataban
y jugué a la mancha
y era de sangre

botija aunque tengas pocos años
creo que hay que decirte la verdad
para que no la olvides

por eso no te oculto que me dieron picana
que casi me revientan los riñones

todas estas llagas hinchazones y heridas
que tus ojos redondos
miran hipnotizados
son durísimos golpes
son botas en la cara
demasiado dolor para que te lo oculte
demasiado suplicio para que se me borre

pero también es bueno que conozcas
que tu viejo calló
o puteó como un loco
que es una linda forma de callar

que tu viejo olvidó todos los números
(por eso no podría ayudarte en las tablas)
y por lo tanto todos los teléfonos

y las calles y el color de los ojos
y los cabellos y las cicatrices
y en qué esquina
en qué bar
qué parada
qué casa

y acordarse de vos
de tu carita
lo ayudaba a callar
una cosa es morirse de dolor
y otra cosas morirse de verguenza

por eso ahora
me podés preguntar
y sobre todo
puedo yo responder

uno no siempre hace lo que quiere
pero tiene el derecho de no hacer
lo que no quiere

llorá nomás botija
son macanas
que los hombres no lloran
aquí lloramos todos

gritamos berreamos moqueamos chillamos
maldecimos
porque es mejor llorar que traicionar
porque es mejor llorar que traicionarse

llorá
pero no olvides

On the voice of Edel Juárez and Edgar Osceransky, with a Silvio Rodríguez song: De la Ausencia y de ti

When was the last time you drove a Van among planes?




Me? Just yesterday

Answering to a comment made by Eztigma, in which he says "The things you get to see..." I share with you this experience...

As MEX is the IATA code for Mexico International Airport, LAX for Los Angeles Airport, LAS for Las Vegas, ORD for Chicago, EZE for Buenos Aires, Argentina, YVR for Vancouver, and so on... GRU is for Guarulhos - Gobernador André Franco Montoro Sao Paulo International Airport... which is one of the 4 airports that serves the city.


This story begins like... 10:30 pm... when the flight was about to take off from MEX to GRU, when the Capitan of the Boeing 767 noticed what seemed to be a leek in the pressure of one of the engines while they were running for taking off... this made the captain to abort the operation and decided to get back to the platform... where Maintenance Officers where waiting for it.

After a brief checking the team decided to take off again, the operation repated itself, and again the same leek forced to cancel, while still running, the taking off...

We, as Operations Officers, where called to recieve and attend the flight in its second attempt to take off, direct it to the platform and give the services they ask for us... the problem began when all we realized that the brakes were extremely hot (even they were glowing in red) and started to melt the tires, then it was when emergency state was declared and the guys from CREI (Cuerpo de Rescate y Extinción de Incendios) where called.

Everything happened toooo fast, on one side, Firemen extinguishing the fire from the tires, on the other hand, the well known explotion from the Inflatable Chute in order to evacuate all the passangers and crew...

By 2 o'clock on the morning, Platform 42 was the center of the airport, Authorities, Company Personnel, Firemen, Police Officers, everybody was there...

But, What the hell happened there? Why if it was an Engine Failure problem, there was fire on the main landing gear? The answer was given from a Maintenance guy and the Captain of the CCS (Caracas, Venezuela) flight: after two taking off abortions, the Brakes Kit got really REALLY hot... so what they would have done was to return to the platform AFTER the FIRST attempt and wait for the brakes to cool a bit before the second attempt.

NOTE: If you're thinking on taking this test... DON'T SEE my result UNTIL you do yourself!

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I saw this test at Violeta's and I just couldn't resist to do it... There here are my
Results


... OINK!