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CEPOS Award, freedom Yoani SÁNCHEZ Irma

(International News)

The Cuban dissident and author of an influential blog Yoani Sanchez was awarded the prize on Tuesday CEPOS of freedom for its requirement of freedom of expression, despite threats of imprisonment, said the website of this independent Danish organization. Blog
With 'Generation Y' ( www.desdecuba.com / generacionay ), Yoani Sanchez, who was born in Cuba in 1975, "demands the right to exercise their freedom of expression in his criticism current conditions in Cuba ", states the CEPOS (Center for Political Studies).
years were risking imprisonment" as well as other Cubans who dared to cast the slightest criticism against the communist regime, "continues the traps, which justifies the attribution of this award for a sum of 300,000 kroner (about 40,000 euros).
"Despite enormous personal sacrifices, Yoani Sanchez has shown amazing courage in expressing his personal opinion and honest about the society in currently living, "says the director of the traps, Martin Aagerup.
" Sola and paying the price of a large personal investment, managed to keep the attention on one of the most suffocating dictatorships of the planet, "adds Aagerup, who, according to the website, met with Yoani Sanchez in Cuba this week.
launched his blog" Generation Y "in 2007 and translated into 15 languages \u200b\u200bby volunteers, managed quickly a reputation locally and globally, to the extent that the Cuban government decided to ban access from public terminals of the island, says the traps.
The CEPOS ( http://www.cepos.dk/ ) was founded in 2004 by businessmen, intellectuals and personalities from the world of Danish culture. It is described as a "think tank" that wants to "promote a society based on freedom, responsibility, private enterprise and small government. "

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Antonorsi pillows ... WRITERS

Irma pillows, a personal view of teresa Coraspe.

I do not know if I go in rain, snow, or much further: in the clouds or the flashes of white moons. I'm just looking at those solid and soft, coming out of the hands of Irma Antonorsi, potter, seeks to find in that color Magic the precise ways in which your imagination leads, maybe going to meet the purity, between death and life, this exquisite whiteness, those pillows soft to the eye that looks ready for the break because incite noting, sleep, and not just the dream of sleep, but the dream of being truly awake, and is a chemical, in the wake where the soul rests and is that really looks in ecstasy created forms that are shaping and defining an attitude towards life through art. Irma, created pure, light objects in a magnificent light and know the journey that touches base through his hands settled down to earth. Irma was born in Panama, Venezuela nationalized, country of residence for many years. Here she is with one of his works, unfortunately are not pillows, but it is his creation which forms a whole.

Coraspe Teresa.

Lifetime Achievement Solo


"stone upon stone." Sidor Art Gallery. Puerto Ordaz. Bolivar State, Venezuela 2003
"Daily Petra." Gallery Nature. Porlamar, Nueva Esparta State. Venezuela.
"Monograph # 2" Piedras. Artepuy Gallery. Caracas, Venezuela. 2004 Group shows



2010
"Transformation." Group exhibition of ceramic sculpture. Sidor Art Gallery. Puerto Ordaz, Bolivar State. Venezuela
"Guayanitud Shining." Group Show International Women's Day. Baobab Gallery Lounge. Ciudad Bolivar, Bolivar State. Venezuela


2009 "Regional Art Exhibition Unexpo." Ecomuseum Caroni. Puerto Ordaz, Bolivar State. Venezuela
"Collective Gallery A Priori." Panama City.
"Falling in love." Hotel Intercontinental Guayana. Puerto Ordaz. Venezuela

2008
"Iberoamerican Art Fair." Templar Gallery. Intercontinental Hotel Tamanaco. Caracas, Venezuela
"Ceramics Edition 2008." Templar Gallery. Caracas, Venezuela

2007
"Visions." Center for the Arts. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
"1a Unexpo Small Format Displays." Universidad Nacional Experimental Politécnica "Antonio José de Sucre". Puerto Ordaz. Bolivar State. Venezuela.
"7 Evening Santa Lucia." Santa Lucia, Maracaibo, Zulia State. Venezuela
"Visual Arts Award Exhibition Municipal Juan Lovera." Banco Industrial de Venezuela, Caracas, Venezuela
"XXXIV National Arts Hall of Fire." Gallery Universitaria Braulio Salazar. Valencia, Carabobo, Venezuela

2006
"Elit-Tile." Museum of Contemporary Ceramics. Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic.
"XXXIII National Arts Hall of Fire." Gallery Universitaria Braulio Salazar. Valencia, Carabobo State. Venezuela
"Autonomy and Displacement." Works from the Collection of Banco Mercantil. (Traveling) Museo de Miranda. Los Teques, Miranda State. Venezuela
"13 Women, 13 Artists." Old Jail Bldg. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
"1st Biennial Water." Mirador Angostura. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
"Plurality and variety. Twentieth Anniversary "Fire Art Workshop School. Top Anauco house. Caracas, Venezuela

2005
"Ceramic Extreme." Gallery Spazio Zero. Caracas, Venezuela
"The Flight of the Rose." Sotage Gallery. Puerto La Cruz, Anzoátegui State. Venezuela.
"XXI century Venezuelan Art, Homage to Jesus Soto." Museum of Contemporary Art Jesus Soto, Ciudad Bolívar. Museo Jacobo Borges, Caracas, Venezuela.
"transaction." Gallery Space. Caracas, Venezuela.
"II Salon of Visual Arts University of East Bolivar." Old Jail Bldg. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela.
"Women in Angostura." Cultural leadership of the Governor of Bolivar State. Old Jail Building. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela.
"Encounter." Old Jail Bldg. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela

2004
"Barro de America, 5th edition." Centro de Arte de Maracaibo Lia Bermudez. Maracaibo, Zulia State. Venezuela
"Hue" is. " Sidor Art Gallery. Puerto Ordaz, Bolivar State. Venezuela
"Visual Arts Award Exhibition Municipal Juan Lovera." Caracas, Venezuela
"XXXI National Arts Hall of Fire." Braulio Salazar University Gallery. Valencia, Carabobo State. Venezuela

2003
"XXX National Arts Hall of Fire." Gallery Universitaria Braulio Salazar. Valencia, Carabobo.
"Profiles." Institute of Visual Arts Armando Reveron. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
"Art Gallery Opening Vitanza Mara." Civil Arts Association of Fire "Mara Vitanza. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
"Unit", Institute of Visual Arts Armando Reveron (ISAV), Ciudad Bolívar, Bolivar State. Venezuela

2002
"XXIX National Arts Hall of Fire." Braulio Salazar University Gallery. Valencia, Carabobo State. Venezuela.
"Amen." Institute of Visual Arts Armando Reveron. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
Agora of Fire ", Casa de la Cultura Carlos Raúl Villanueva. Ciudad Bolivar. Bolivar State. Venezuela.
"Links." Institute of Visual Arts Armando Reveron. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela.

2001
"National Salon of Visual Arts Francisco Lazo Martí." Cell. Guarico State. Venezuela.
"XXVIII National Arts Hall of Fire." Braulio Salazar University Gallery. Valencia, Carabobo State. Venezuela.
"V Biennale of Visual Arts." Puerto La Cruz, Anzoátegui State. Venezuela.
"Our Land." House of Angostura. Ciudad Bolivar, Bolivar State. Venezuela.
"Traces of Fire." Museo Jacobo Borges. Caracas, Venezuela
"Relations." Institute of Visual Arts Armando Reveron. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela. 2000

Art, Environment Meeting. " Bar, Ciudad Bolivar. Bolivar State, Venezuela
"Millennium." Casa de la Cultura Carlos Raúl Vilanueva. Ciudad Bolivar, Bolivar State. Venezuela "Fusion", Living Commander José Tomás Machado. "Ciudad Bolívar, Bolivar State.
Venezuela
representation Collections

Museum of Contemporary Ceramics. Dominican Republic Contemporary Ceramics
Banco Mercantil. Venezuela

Awards and

Mention Ceramics. Venezuelan Association of the Arts of Fire. AVAF - National Exhibition of Arts of Fire. Valencia, Carabobo State. Venezuela. 2003. Three Dimensional Work
Special Mention - City of Visual Arts Award "Hall Juan Lovera." Caracas, Venezuela.
2004-II First Prize Sculpture Exhibition of Visual Arts University of East Bolivar. Ciudad Bolivar, Bolivar State. Venezuela. 2005

Why Do I Get A Headache From Turtle Beaches

defectors, Carlos Yusti

Writers defectors
Carlos Yusti


"We all know that writing comes from a man or a woman sitting alone in a room with a hook, a cup of coffee and, in the old days, a cigarette. " Doris Lessing


friends with other writers tried to create a network of writers. We met some parameters trying to create social security for the writer, usually a full-time pelabola.
was a plural network in which there was everything: the poet who never wrote, but is a supporter of any cause loss, clarified that he wrote poems to extremists militants in the worst style of Chinese Valera Mora, bohemian todomedaigual always, there were the costumes as writer Luis Alberto Crespo, who had a well founded and we work others, the usual killjoy skeptics that despite the state wrote a promoter of cultural and all liars culturologists have infested political power. Gradually the dogmatic nostalgic for the redemption of the people, who are always there, wanted to label the network as a socialist. The discrepancies were felt even by the most notorious Bohemian, did not seem ethical or much less alcohol such a proposal.
Politics is the arena where the imagination stops to make way for the lyrics of the numbers and percentages. The policy makes practical sense. Search results. Poetry, and art in general, instead cling to the intangibles and achievements rather than flush with the skin every day of days looking for plowing in the sea of \u200b\u200bspirit. Of course the party commissioners consider this fraud, amariconadas crap and claiming the top leader is obedient minions (seals submissive is said in the jargon) to clap their biographical crap (and his lousy taste in music) on national TV.
One is enslaved to words to keep hands busy with chores less vacuous to applaud. Writing is clean pass in the world from the imagination and memory, from the creative metaphor and humor. We write to discard the clichés, slogans and textbooks, through the Marxists to those used to learn to drive. Writing has more to do with the parachute that commitment.
George Perec at a meeting of intellectuals in debating issues highbrow literature, shyly raised her hand to tell a personal experience: "... I want to talk I gave a jump. At first it seems that there is no relationship between a parachute jump and a discussion among intellectuals. And indeed, there is not. Simply put, if I can convey my feelings at this moment ... the memories of a parachute jump I did a long time ... I think we all see that there are certain commonalities, but for now I can not define it, but I think it will define somehow. So start. We are at an airfield. There are a few jumpers. Should not only understand what paratrooper in the sense that is given today, we only think that among all these paratroopers is a paratrooper I am, George Perec [awkward giggles], ie someone who has some good will, pleasure life and the difficulties that can resolve or intends to solve exactly the extent that franking get all the steps required to jump. There are several planes circling the track that made a huge noise. The wait is extremely long. We all experience some sort of disappointment because, while we wait, many people are going before us, ie there are many people who are risking before us, and we can not prove that we also size. We just hope, smoke a cigarette, let's piss, (...) and then at a certain time, give an order: the aircraft. " Write and live
are spectacular jumps into the void. To take risks is What is at issue and disposal facilities. If some writers are content to sign letters of support for the top leader or manifests (on behalf of the liberation of the peoples of the imperialist yoke) discredit the risks that involves creative writing. If many writers want to be just an ornament of power in a given historical circumstances, we do a disservice to literature and become creative risk escapees. If the writer prefers the land and keep pissing (or clapping) calm is valid, but yielding his turn for others to do the most incredible leap of their lives and not soiled so exasperated with slogans and beating their breasts for the redemption of the dispossessed.

NOTE: You can read his essays on the web: www.arteliteral.com

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VICTORIA Servidio (Argentina)

Victoria Servidio

Biographical: Victoria Estela
Servidio. Cosquín was born in Cordoba in 1947, retired doctor, specializing in gynecology and obstetrics. UNC.
His love of letters born in childhood and youth, fostered at home and the close relationships maintained with Nicolás Avellaneda Library Cosquín organization founded in 1923, which spent several members family.
began writing at age 14 continued to date. Since 2001
attends literary workshops in the city of Cordoba, with dwelling, his first book published by Editor Narvaja 2006.
Within its production are, poetry, prose fiction, prose poetry, essays.
In December 2006 she participated in the Latin American Arts Festival, held in the city of Mar del Plata, organized by the Poetry Foundation the same, as a speaker and presentation of Teresa.
participated in the Meeting of Poets which takes place in the environment Cosquín Folk Festival 2007, 2008.2009. Director and Managing Editor say, review letters art, culture, graphic editing independent nonprofit in Cosquín, Córdoba, presented in the marathon of poetry and narrative of Mar de Ajo, organized by the Foundation of poets René Villar in November 2008, with his new book "Weapons of the poet "Narvaja Editor. Participant
first national and international outdoor advertising, magazines organized by the San Luis de Cuyo, Mendoza and San Juan, held on 3 and 4 September in St. Louis.

www.revista-decires.blogspot.com
deciresrevista@yahoo.com.ar .

PROFILE.

The mirror shed

the fringes of my dreams.

The profiles of the night crying

absences. Wind Words



words of the shadow masked loneliness



in the mask of silence


LOVE LOST Lost Love


without war soldier wanders
winter trenches. Moonlight


bursts into the room
Distant Memories:
hands bound bodies


wielding wind chimes
dew on the grass
pitcher of promise. Love lost



bird crying
absences
stabbing

forget
retentive soul that bleeds



wound left a deep mark. ABSENCE




suspect I can upload another absence



bevel the vacuum I can not fill in the arid



expected to absorb heat of silence

impotence.

suspect that I can resurrect


daily despite
loads and vacant gully

SI TE VAS


If you go sweep the absence


suns and the moon


breeze that
moments and memories. So I can destroy



and let my love safe.


LIGHTS AND SHADOWS


Lights and shadows of the horizon of time


how many light years is a star.


What is infinity which is eternity.


Conception in a second we see the light of life climbed



and end consumes us in the shade.

(From the book Weapons of the poet)

Red Splotch On Breast

Who is writing? FIRENZE

Who is written? (ALDO NOVELLI)

I started writing at puberty for me same. locked in my little ivory tower, a miserable pension of a city nefasta.Un day I opened the door and left the world and discovered that no one knew me, that the world was huge and alien, then back to my attic and I started writing for the world. Went for a walk, talking to strangers and wrote their stories of failure and unrealistic desires.
Until one day the world came into my room and pushed me outside, then it was not the same world, I had to earn my bread and found men and women who had no bread in his mesa.En that time, beaten and trampled by the world's wild feet, I started writing to change the world, I grabbed a gun loaded with future and went to fight for beautiful and unattainable utopías.Hasta the world with their hits I tore my body, locked in a dark cave and screamed: "stupid idealist lost, we won," then, in that dark hole I started writing to save my own years culo.Después happened to the days when I stopped to look back, I saw the road full of potholes and dirty puddles, the road that it can not be walked again.
Today, with more defeats than love, I write only to the greengrocer on the corner, my friend Andrés.Cada once edited a book, the first thing I take is to Andrés.Él not read poetry, or literature or anything other than the newspaper every morning, says there is everything: novels, drama, love, history, politics and religion, humor and fantasy, beauty and obscenity, life and death and no longer needed, and rightly so. but I still carry my poor librito.Él you open it and read the first poem, if it understands and reads like the second, as is one that does not like, closes the book and place it in the only grocery store shelf biblioteca.Nunca which acts more as open.
not as well read my books. A night of barbecue and trick, crammed and gorged beast of wine, told me secretly that he read a book completely, another put on the shelf after the first explanation is poema.No and neck I'll know for sure, but I feel good about the pact between writer and reader that we desarrollado.Además as he says, his library in a single rack, it is only my books, adding slyly, books the best known poet, the only one who knows.
is for me, is a personal pride that no other writer can darse.Todos my failures are there, and that's my success, unique, unbeatable, compared to all writers and poets of the world!. Therefore
friends and poets, I can tell at this moment I will continue writing until I die, for my friend Andrew, grocer the corner.
/ / aldo luis novelli / poet spic and laburante .- luis
A hug impetuoso.aldo novelli / from the edge of the desert .-

A brief response from my email to Novelli.

No matter who you write, but you do it in ink life and this is very important, as is the reality, that lived, because dreams, those we dream every day, such as the poet said: Dreams are. This piece of glass so unreal with whom or through it, we communicate on a daily basis is odorless and tasteless, it has nothing, is just another lie, but at times with us to drop us lies and then we go on living, of deception to deceive because the truth is inside you and it's hard to have her with us, it is difficult for us to deal with because we are always avoiding loneliness where she is seen in its entirety. So you see that not only wrote for the grocer, but also for the poet friends. "And the chair, Aldo, where it is, the left, away?, You see I will not forget. I greet with special affection. Teresa.