against Casco Viejo Panama City
More days pass, the more I realize the damage produced by American capitalism on the Central American populations. If living in a skyscraper can mean the ultimate goal for a family of average Panamanian social backgrounds, then I wonder if the world is misrepresenting the terms of referencing with respect to what is economic development and cultural development.
From conversations with local people, I realize that-gain-stable economic position is the pinnacle of their aspirations. "Aqui Estamos en la lucha !"... Here is a fight for survival and people pull out with a maximum of $ 200 per month and family dependents. But to fully express their potential really means to be able to have a lot of money in your pocket?? And where the roots are over? A lot of money but contempt for Casco Viejo, the first historic district, San Felipe (for the record, where I'm looking for a house ...).
Cultural development in this area is light years behind economic development and continue to seek a clue to this late ... will be the poor standard of education, will be the brainwashing gringo, you will need to find the daily bread that gives you no time to think about-a-cultural development of its own. Yet the same
UNESCO has put his mark on the protective helmet San Felipe, ignoring and bypassing the ignorance of the local people ... But before declaring it a world heritage site, it would perhaps have been better-culturalization-local residents, prepare to welcome, protect and make money that such a prestigious brand ... This did not happen, and that is why today the Old San Felipe is in the hands of the speculative market of real estate agencies that are managing as if it were meat fed to sharks, with no criteria, no way of restoration, without management equalitaria price ... and then find the homes of poor families that fall alongside elegant stately mansions in the hands of U.S. and Canadian or European.
The contrasts continue to fascinate and draw much of my curiosity ...
Thursday, October 5, 2006
Tuesday, October 3, 2006
Fabric Conditioner Allergy Comfort
... The eternity's sunrise
A JOY
DOES THE LIFE Winged
DOES THE LIFE Winged
DESTROY
HE WHO KISSES THE JOY
HE WHO KISSES THE JOY
A S IT FLIES
LIVES IN THE ETERNITY'S SUNRISE.
(William Blake)
LIVES IN THE ETERNITY'S SUNRISE.
(William Blake)
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Mccullough Weed Eater Models
petals flying from whisper of life
... I feel a little 'how this little girl blowing on a flower composed of petals in the shape of air ...
(the photo and 'taken in the airport of Barajas, Madrid, during my stop flights to Panama ... the slogal Iberia says: vuelos MAS QUE A LATINOAMERICA Nadie!)
Each petal leads to a new port that you opens behind a feeling, an idea, an apprehension, a meeting, a screening ...
Every day here in Panama I open a different scenario and I try to blow on my petals whisper-to-create my own form in total weight.
And so 'new daily flow into and going with spontaneity' and balance as you try and find your key to the chaos of colors, rhythms and forms of Latin urbe!
then
... I feel a little 'how this little girl blowing on a flower composed of petals in the shape of air ...
(the photo and 'taken in the airport of Barajas, Madrid, during my stop flights to Panama ... the slogal Iberia says: vuelos MAS QUE A LATINOAMERICA Nadie!)
Each petal leads to a new port that you opens behind a feeling, an idea, an apprehension, a meeting, a screening ...
Every day here in Panama I open a different scenario and I try to blow on my petals whisper-to-create my own form in total weight.
And so 'new daily flow into and going with spontaneity' and balance as you try and find your key to the chaos of colors, rhythms and forms of Latin urbe!
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Preston And Steve Masterbate
Viajar es sabroso
Have confidence in your senses! Nothing wrong
never show you, if your intellect will keep you 'awake.
joyous observation, and always look new,
and vague, flexible and secure
,
fields full of gifts to the world.
Goethe (from "Philosophy of walking")
With this wish, I inaugurate the way Panamanians who already 'shows sabroso ... details soon!
Have confidence in your senses! Nothing wrong
never show you, if your intellect will keep you 'awake.
joyous observation, and always look new,
and vague, flexible and secure
,
fields full of gifts to the world.
Goethe (from "Philosophy of walking")
With this wish, I inaugurate the way Panamanians who already 'shows sabroso ... details soon!
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Morrowind No Cd V1.6.1820
EIGHT: Starting from the center of everything I
Mi son specchiata dentro al sole stasera.
Era un papavero carnoso
In un letto di spighe dorate ho depositato i Timori
e L'inquietudine evapora in nuvole striate rosa e celesti
Il desiderio di vita riconosce
il suo centro
nel volo di
Rondine
attenta alle correnti
mantiene il suo Equilibrio
tra i Venti
apre e gira
volteggia tra i Flussi
and then grabs the Directorate.
The ride is in ' OTTO
finite and infinite embrace
on this hill fairy
populated from Silence filled the world.
As in the womb
I feel the movement inside
Light,
Passionate, Curious
,
Vibrant,
that produces its faces and
rises the whole,
Matter and Spirit
Earth and Sky
marry in a Dance Magic
the Playful Rhythm.
(written in Castel del Monte, June 2006)
Mi son specchiata dentro al sole stasera.
Era un papavero carnoso
In un letto di spighe dorate ho depositato i Timori
e L'inquietudine evapora in nuvole striate rosa e celesti
Il desiderio di vita riconosce
nel volo di
Rondine
attenta alle correnti
mantiene il suo Equilibrio
tra i Venti
apre e gira
volteggia tra i Flussi
and then grabs the Directorate.
The ride is in ' OTTO
finite and infinite embrace
on this hill fairy
populated from Silence filled the world.
As in the womb
I feel the movement inside
Light,
Passionate, Curious
,
Vibrant,
that produces its faces and
rises the whole,
Matter and Spirit
Earth and Sky
marry in a Dance Magic
the Playful Rhythm.
(written in Castel del Monte, June 2006)
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Easy Bmx Birthday Cakes
Hacia whence ...
Before crossing the ocean again, before re-set foot on Tierramérica querida, first to greet once again the land that bore me and watched him grow, including suitcases, bicycles, friselle and limes, I inaugurate this-my-blog. Despite being a loyal supporter of the thoughts written in ink on paper, as well as the romantic lover of letters correspondence, the choices that life or fate has called me to do I-force-to place tiptoed unknown universe of blog to share space and virtual time with people I love and, despite myself, I will away.
This space is a platform for exchange with loved ones and with new friends, a bridge to share the new steps and those cross, lost, found ... I like to open with a poem about STEPS, exactly. Written in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, in June 2005, when already caught a glimpse of a long and colorful route on the map of life where every day we have the chance to decide on a direction - HACIADONDE - ...:
hacia WHENCE
Before crossing the ocean again, before re-set foot on Tierramérica querida, first to greet once again the land that bore me and watched him grow, including suitcases, bicycles, friselle and limes, I inaugurate this-my-blog. Despite being a loyal supporter of the thoughts written in ink on paper, as well as the romantic lover of letters correspondence, the choices that life or fate has called me to do I-force-to place tiptoed unknown universe of blog to share space and virtual time with people I love and, despite myself, I will away.
This space is a platform for exchange with loved ones and with new friends, a bridge to share the new steps and those cross, lost, found ... I like to open with a poem about STEPS, exactly. Written in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, in June 2005, when already caught a glimpse of a long and colorful route on the map of life where every day we have the chance to decide on a direction - HACIADONDE - ...:
hacia WHENCE
My feet carry stories
games,
dances,
travel
Each mold
a footprint
a different tune
penetrating these
corn
coffee
fruit
Each form
a rumor
a light whisper
pointing out where I went
and where it will go.
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