The Architects Collaborative, CIGNA Headquarters, Bloomfield, Connecticut, 1979-1984
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The Architects Collaborative, CIGNA Headquarters, Bloomfield, Connecticut, 1979-1984
Interior of the Philharmonic Concert Hall (1956-63) in Berlin, Germany, by Hans Scharoun. Photo by Carsten Krohn.
Bajando un cuadro creaste miles. Gracias por tanto.
No hay historia muda. Por mucho que la quemen, por mucho que la rompan, por mucho que la mientan, la memoria humana se niega a callarse la boca. El tiempo que fue sigue latiendo, vivo, dentro del tiempo que es, aunque el tiempo que es no lo quiera o no lo sepa.
Eduardo Galeano.
el pueblo las abraza ♥
AHAA, Hytte Ula, Ula, Larvik, 2018
Erradica en cada lágrima
el sentido de querer
la vida
me llevo una y me siguen faltando cinco pal beso el tema está hecho exactamente como yo quería que suene si quieren otra cosa hagan su propio tema y ganen la...
Me daría pena pero más pena me da el mundo.
Atajandonos de supuestos enemigos externos y en la otra cuadra el verdadero rival acribilla a un pibe por unos gramos de paraíso.
(bueno, bueno, bueno)
Igual digamos todo, no es que por insistencia el más tarado de la clase llegue a la presidencia.
Son años de tergiversación de las cosas.
Trazos cortos, Japón haciendo de las suyas. Pasos largos, cosmonautas sobre la luna.
Argentina’s National Day of Memory for Truth and Justice is a public holiday that commemorates all those who lost their lives or otherwise suffered under the National Reorganization Process, a military dictatorship that seized power in Argentina on March 24, 1976 (why you shouldn’t fucking call it “Dirty War”)
Operation Condor was a campaign of political repression and state terror in Latin American countries involving intelligenceoperations and assassination of opponents, mainly civilians, originally planned by the CIA. It started in 1968 and was officially implemented in 1975 by the right-wing dictatorships of the Southern Cone region of South America.
(SONG: Memoria by León Gieco)
“Old loves that are no longer here, the hope of those who lost, all the promises that go away, and those who fell in any war. All is kept in memory dream of life and history. The deception and complicity of the genocidaires who are free, the pardon and the punto final to the beasts of that hell. All is kept in memory dream of life and history. Memory awakes to injure the sleeping people that don’t let it live free like the wind.
The disappeared that we look for with the color of their births, hunger and abundance that come together mistreatment with its bad memories. All is nailed into memory, thorn of life and history. Two thousand would eat for a year with what a military minute costs. How many would stop being slaves for the price of a bomb thrown to the sea? All is kept in memory dream of life and history. Memory stabs until it bleeds the peoples that tie it and don’t let it go free like the wind.
All the dead of the AMIA and those of the Israeli Embassy, the secret power of weapons. A justice system which looks and doesn’t see.It’s all hidden in memory, refuge of life and history. It was when churches went silent. It was when futbol ate everything that the Palottine fathers and Angelelli left their blood in the mud. It’s all hidden in memory, refuge of life and history. Memory blows up until it defeats the peoples that trample on it and that don’t let it be free like the wind.
The bullet to Chico Mendez in Brazil, 150 thousand Guatemalans, the miners that face guns, student repression in Mexico. It’s all loaded in memory, weapon of life and of history.
America with destroyed souls. The children killed by the death squad. Mugica‘s ordeal for the slums The Dignity of Rodolfo Walsh. It’s all loaded in memory, weapon of life and of history. Memory aims until it kills, the people who try to silence it and don’t let it fly free like the wind.”
Fight like a woman. Chile, 2019.
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