Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Little Switch On Camera Battery

Panico Nuclear

Fidel Castro reappeared recently writing two successive articles in the Cuban press and among other things warns about the possibility of nuclear war.
These articles evaluated as very high the possibility of an imminent attack U.S. and Israel to the Islamic Republic of Iran, as the Cuban leader this attack could result in a quick and inevitably nuclear war of unpredictable consequences and dynamics, his public appearance July 12, 2010 on Cuban television spin on the same subject, Fidel install again in the global concern about the intentions of Washington and Tel Aviv on the Persian country to which accused of trying to develop nuclear weapons through a nuclear program which Tehran says is solely for civilian and peaceful, the Cuban leader's concern is not based on mere speculation, in June 2010 after months of painstaking diplomacy ads and to convince American Russia and China, the Security Council of the United Nations approved a fourth and toughest round of sanctions against Iran claiming that this nation refuses to allow full inspection of its nuclear facilities are targeted sanctions to punish Iran economically and above all to prevent you from acquiring weapons to enable it to face a possible attack, but in addition to other sanctions is objective, U.S. in March focused on the island of Diego Garcia a huge stock of bombs breaks Bunkers essential to the objective of destroying the nuclear research complex that protects Tehran fortified underground constructions. This stock was originally intended for Israel and its diversion can mean that the government of Barak Obama does not trust the word of the Israeli prime minister Benjamin Netanyahu not to launch a unilateral attack against Iran but it could also mean that Washington seriously consider leading an eventual offensive.
In addition, Arab media and the Israeli daily Haaretz reported that a strike group consisting of U.S. Navy aircraft carrier Truman and eleven other warships, including at least one ship of Israel crossed the Suez Canal to the sea red, which adds another group of warships that the Pentagon already has stationed near the Strait of Hormuz, a strategic move by circulating 40% of global oil and Tehran threatened to completely block in case of attack.
The White House does not comply with the sanctions adopted by the UN and launched its own package of measures to increase pressure on Tehran through a law that penalizes companies and individuals doing business with the Persian nation, particularly in the area refined oil, a sector in which Iran depends on imports. British oil company BP
, needing to make friends with Washington after the disaster of oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico has already begun to meet the requirement by refusing to deliver fuel to Iranian airlines, also joined the blockade France's Total Dutch Shell and what strikes on Iran and that matters at least 30% of refined fuel it consumes, but not all companies and countries are willing to give up their business and accept the U.S. demands, Chinese and Turkish oil replace supplies from Europe and outside the sector several German companies have already announced to continue their business with Iran, Russia also has its nuances, but the Kremlin supported the UN sanctions and Russian President Dimitri Mediedev warned that Iran is close to having material to build an atomic bomb, announced a broad program of cooperation bilateral in the field of petrochemical industry that could help Iran to overcome the economic measures against him.
The question we have to cope with this scenario before us is whether Iran is really a secret nuclear program aimed at making nuclear weapons constantly crushed descomunicacion international media.
As with the fiction of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, the U.S. and its allies reverse the burden of proof by a perverse logic designed to not ever be satisfied by the defendant at the same time allowing prosecutors justify any aggression. This is not to discover the alleged evidence of a secret program which would be a violation by Iran of its commitments to sign the nuclear nonproliferation treaty, intended to prove that Iran has no such program, ie exhibiting the evidence of absence, impossible to meet this demand in the material is further reinforced with a great paradox, if the alleged secret Iranian nuclear program is reached no evidence presented to dispel suspicions that there is something that continues hidden so Iran will always be guilty of hiding something, and then awarded the punishment of the West, that without the double standard that dominates the politics of the Middle East, while Iran and other Arab countries are required to submit to the non-proliferation treaty, Israel did not even signed the agreement and has beyond doubt almost 300 nuclear warheads is told that he is entitled to have nuclear weapons, with all that and a few reports properly handled as happened with Iraq, Washington and Tel Aviv easily installed idea Iran is an imminent threat that only cease once the military front.
And once you start a nuclear confrontation no one can guarantee that not trigger a global nuclear madness starting with North Korea and South, continuing in India and Pakistan, and irreconcilable enemies will destroy half the planet to clean and everything bombing by government's desire for American imperialism and stupidity of the UN and the rest of them suck lackeys ass without saying a word to the Yankees, we'll see how this ends ...

Monday, August 2, 2010

Catchy Sweet 16 Slogans

I to do? Of Clouds and Roses


Who else than me to know what I want? Who
than the sun to witness my heat?
Who else than you to understand that at this time beautiful thoughts enter my mind as a title carrying your name?
Who but me dares to reiterate to the girl he loves, his deep feelings?

Because I am who I am and what I sleep with, and I love the special, and I get to dream of hope, and hope is the force that allows me to get realities, the realities are difficult of making it possible, but are just as possible as breathing, as possible as to become a part of me as possible as you.

may become, not part of my dream, if not my reality, my life, my arms, my moments of squeeze around the waist and hold on to you, see you in the eye and give me your lips, again and again. I want to leave my mark, I put my name, and it is possible, who else than me to do, who more than you to see.

Do not be frightened by my dreams, asústate for what I want, that my dreams end when awake, and when I wake up I get what I want.

Julio Cesar Rivas Castillo

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Has The Moon Looked Red Lately Jan 15, 2010





Posted May 21, 2006


see you again, hear that voice that captivated my mind, feeling crazy lips that spread throughout my body, I laugh at your jokes and feel your sadness, joy and mourn take your hand, that big I that good it feels. Thanks for coming!

Yesterday I went to bed I never thought I'd be with you today, so now I just want to be here and now does not end.

know yesterday I slept very badly, when I took my bed after you left home, I had a nightmare, I called and said you died in an accident!, I felt everything as real, my impotence was enormous, strange is that I woke up today and I dream that struck me kept me long, I hate those dreams, hate and more a nightmare that makes you disappear from my reality.

How beautiful is the landscape, look at the roses, look at the sky seems we were in the, you know I want to apologize Princess discussion yesterday, I do not like you travel alone, she had to do it, but you had drunk too much and it is not prudent management as well, besides the mountain is dark and has many curves, but then not want to take up the issue again, just want you to know that everything I told you I care is because I do not want anything bad to happen to you.

Why not tell me anything?

Why not look at me?

Turn around I've asked forgiveness. Have you chosen this beautiful place to just remain silent?

Well alright remain silent, I know it seems strange how I got here, how did you bring me?, why do not you go?, where you stay?

Answer me, even look at me, do not you see I love you?


- This is the story of a young man he mistook the love, love must endure, wait, love can, to love others we love, and the first thing we love is our life.

The girl he loves is back and do not see, just being in his sight as clouds of heaven and the huge roses around them, and this girl is the soul of the boy, a miracle wrought by God, is the sign of the only opportunity we have love, just as we love the moments exist, if our mind does not work will not love or hate, if our heart does not beat the feelings do not exist without life there is no love.


Look

please forgive me I beg you, never discuss, never again I promise you, do not ignore me you hurt me, do not see you make me feel evil, but if you're brave you understand, do not forgive you because I am a brute, I'm dumb, but I am because I love you.


- This young man still does not understand that his error is difficult to fix, has been used in the name of love a shortcut to the unknown, I invoke the love and I can not stand, I love but could not. He could not understand that on earth, some come and some go, he has not understood that these roses and these clouds are beautiful indeed, he has not understood that his girl is gone.


What? Where you going? Why I can not move?

Help me I have cold!


- Roses have become blood, the clouds on the floor, the eyes of the young have left to see their princess, and in this Only time will provide a blurred image of the floor of his room covered in blood, his hand in front of the eyes and close the gun, the gun-wielding on behalf of love, not withstanding the death of his beloved, this young man did not love himself, and no chance to mourn or lament the departure of the girl who stole the dream that dreams are over and your life too.


Julio Cesar Rivas Castillo

Friday, July 9, 2010

Price On A 2000 Dodge Gran Caravan Disability Van

At the Edge of a Bed


Written May 19, 2006

And what will the future to lose?
I lost you.
Did I miss?

At the edge of a bed ready to go, pose my ass and turned my gaze to the window, I thought so many calls, so many dreams and goals that I raised with you.
So many things in a short period of time, few things I have written what I have raving, preach something and then I fail, what is my idea actually, if I dream sometimes hang, can a human being and I deserve that you lose your time reading these words, a human deserves people like me who admire you, why?

What have I done? Who am I? I am a product of fornication and the achievement of a Casanova, I'm the product of sin, would deserve something?
now on the edge of the bed, whose presence my questions in front of the window that lets me at the sky, under this blanket of stars and the silence of the night, only occurs to me mourn, mourn for fear by fear of what happens, I prefer not to look, just look at the pictures I have right next to me, an altar to a human, you deserve these tears, and you are responding to many questions.

What I want? I would like a house next to the mountain, this mountain is in front of the coast, when night falls the stars impress me, take my PC into a huge living room with glass walls, the walls are slanted wall and see it roof, I sit there every night and let the sound of the waves and the brightness of the stars I dictate the words that are written inside me, I want you in that house there is room and that room is two, that is yours and is mine I wake up every day before you and serve you breakfast, and that breakfast will have orange juice, I go out and sunbathe, walk to the sea by your side holding hands, I mean ever stronger I love you, I love you!.

I opened my eyes and I'm not in bed with the house next to the mountain, the silence is gone and the sound of the waves change by car horns, I'm in a house in the middle of the city, I'm in a bed for two, two pillows and a dreamer, I'm in a world where dreaming is considered romantic, I'm in a system where I have to work to meet the guidelines adopted my circle of friends. I have that I stand go to the sink, looking in the mirror and ask why? "Because every day I have to do what I do? Why not run in a forest and become a animal? Why not throw me into the abyss and stop dreaming?
Now, that girl is gone, the angel who waits beside my bed picture as the image just stays, she does not want to risk it safe to leave everything in search of a dream. Who is the coward?

is no longer the girl who made me dream, she did not want to risk my only altar is my bed, gathering her dreams that make me feel good, reality with their horns, sex without pleasure, friendships with interest corruption inequality, the first leg of my angel I only persists, consider this world a world of cowards and the first coward I am.
A coward that right now just come to your bed for an eternal sleep, I'll do a great courage, the courage of a coward.

I'm on the edge of a bed ready to go, where many girls went, where I found annoying to fornication without love, it was routine and dislike, here in this bed rested my head in prayer to God and ask forgiveness, here this bed was spinning so much thinking, here in this bed lay a pen and pad for the words that wanted to flow into the starlight, the moon was here I became lunatic and where the picture of that angel gave me inspiration.

Here in this universe where there is a planet capable of sustaining life in this country, anchored in South America, in this city where the image of people is what counts, in this house, this room has a bed, a bed ready to go, a bed beneath a high ceiling, a roof holding a rope, a rope holding a human, a human in seconds remembering that this whole course of his life, every opportunity, every moment, a human dared, dared to be a coward, a man who surrendered, a human who forget that dreams are only given by magic, the magic that hides life, the moment has passed, and the man hanging from a rope, and hung a language of human language, a language they'll ever taste, or may feel another language.
human That's me, with my gaze helplessly at the edge of a bed ready to go, with a view of the image of my angel, that is no longer a dream, the moment already passed and I missed it, my life is over , is just my dream, no more words!.

Julio Cesar Rivas Castillo