Feminine Itch On The Outside

Saturdays and Sundays from 8 to 12

still remember that Saturday in September 1990, when together with my two brothers we got into bed with my parents to see the Release program. I was just about in half a decade and the use of reason just beginning to settle. But I remember that morning well. Having planned the wake at 8, the cold that we had to squeeze hard on the quilt home, the 14-inch Sony with wooden box (from the first remote control), and all seemed great to me that.

Today, I do not usually watch TV with my brothers, for years no "I get" in bed with my parents, I do not usually wake up or a joke at 8 (much less a Saturday), the cold is a thousand times stronger than the then (and home no longer exists), that TV is still operating, The whole house seems very small.

be all that (and more), when a couple of weeks Chorrillos jumping like crazy (with zero remorse for choosing to be there with Fergie and his cronies), it was not just celebrate one of the best programs that has given birth so come down our national television. It was a time to celebrate, or rather, the beginning of one.

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few weeks ago, someone told me I was too young to feel the past decade, to shut my mouth and started to remember the Aserejé up, because it was mathematically impossible that I could feel part of that generation. Well, maybe this little chest (which indirectly appreciated the youngster have been told) was the way more open than others, because then I must confess that I do not understand it.

The fact is that speck Dalina and marked my childhood, and I appreciate having seen fewer than ten calendar because that it entirely swallowed me whole charade. I looked at the sky to see what could be the cloud, I swore that inside the cone came much more interesting things tico-tico, boliqueso and coronets, I waited until the Santa Maria Gomelsky and sing it in milk to sit breakfast, I hated Ricky Martin and Guillermo Dávila manganzón because they did not understand how to be (according to me) always on top, I asked my raspberry ice cream on weekends, I thought that first love has no age, I was happier than ever as an Hurricane ... I really wanted to be an astronaut and the stars arrive.

Years pass and weighed, and things are no longer as before. The writer of these lines shouted out loud that song Nature and today enjoy a shouting ole! to a good job; asked at least one minute of time my old and today it is they who would like to spend more time with us, lifted my finger accusing to note that when I gave a kiss could not breathe and die for this service today they managed to stop but I could not help but inherit. But nothing remains that at the time I believed every sentence and it would be a better person as a philosophy by adopting children. Some people do not understand what that really meant. Some people do not understand that it is more to do with Marco Zunino now showing their irrepressible desire to be Dalina. Some people do not understand that really meant more than eight hours per week of television business. There are people who do not understand Nubeluz was much more than morbid curiosity in the history of a suicide red. There are people who should close mouth.

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was checking the papers of the week and came across a column of Alonso Alegría, who curiously almost never agree to send ground mentally and who the hell from time to time. But this, despite the simplicity of his writing, touched me, I do not know why, and had to be thankful that twenty years ago he and a few were turned on the focus and invented one scene parallel dazzled an entire continent.

I always have shaken the skeleton with that "reproduction in whole or in part ...", but I hope that Don Alonsito Achor and I was not daring.

I I have the magic, I have the power

By: Alonso Alegría

Leaving see, for the second consecutive time the musical Grántico, pálmani, zum , I wondered if perhaps lead the team building Nubeluz not have been the most important thing I've done in my life in my life so far, I refined ro. And if you produce this program, with immense effort and risk that meant that at that time, there will be been the most important thing ever done on Peruvian television, until now, of course.

thought of this watching them the faces of the hundreds of boys and girls, all of about thirty, who sang and danced in unison, along with Dalin gólmodis Cindel and up there on stage . I thought in the early days and anti you of those beautiful songs by Coco Tafur, sung while Peru seemed to be falling apart.

I imagined that adult children that we surrounded me to receive weekly dose self-esteem and love, in the hateful atmosphere then, and security-in the total uncertainty of the time. "I have the magic, I have the power," sang the now adult children, escaping to a cloud where everything was safe, beautiful and benign.

A very pleasant and intelligent young man from a neighboring country, she told me, girl, watching all the clouds in detail to identify the tag Nubeluz. And that these Dalina and those songs saved her from suicide and he made up the life. Strong, very strong idea of \u200b\u200bcreating something with size power.

Hence there are only a step by daring to think that something Nubeluz contributed to the training staff of this public now skips and sings with enraptured eyes and bright, these kids raised on the belief that smoking was bad and the good sport, that reading was good and drink was wrong and to defend against the harassment of the world does not need a mighty sword and a shield neon, or a wonderful light nor light rays that will lead toward the sun. They did not need anything more than its value.

Nubeluz "made a difference? I want to think so.

* Text taken from the column on Thursday, November 18, 2010 in Perú21

Salomon Poison Helmet

Perro muerto

By Daniel Labbé Yáñez

's nine o'clock on a Wednesday night could have been anyone unless it is because I just decided that a street dog is sacrificed. "It was the best option: he had a dislocated hip and ruptured intestines, the vet told me, stammering slightly in front of my eyes moist and red with rage and shame ....

hour and a half ago before I got off a bus at the Plaza O `Higgins of Valparaiso. I had to cross to the bus terminal, but I did not do it without seeing a small dog, which at first had been slightly bumped by a micro, be reinstated.

I went and for a few seconds (delusional, think later), I gave him the favor of the doubt to the three police officers who, in the rain, headed to an official of Correos de Chile, or Chilquinta Esval , I thought trying to help. Kissing the ground, tried to reach the terrified dog that was now hidden under other micro stopped.

Suddenly, as with that combo full of rage that my twelve years and without warning put me on the cheek a schizophrenic, in which, unfortunately, I came across in the street woke up. With the handle of an umbrella that had just spend a paco that screamed like a subordinate, the official Post Office, getting Chilquinta Esval or walking the dog. After three blows to his stomach sickly literally caught him and dragged him.

The three cops were worried about what really brought them together: to resume the traffic, the officer receiving the congratulations of these, people gathered on the sidewalk to finally cross, to aggravate the "unfortunate" that hit a dog and slap back the hero.

The dog started as quickly as as he could, with its two hind legs stubbornly wanting to take the opposite side to the front bet.

I found two blocks away, with half of the body put in a pool, trying to get on a path. A person who went through where we were promised to let me know if it was open a nearby veterinary clinic, which eventually had to leave the dog in her arms to find it was locked.

From Santiago, Lorena got the addresses of other private places at that time could meet, because access to a public that would help me to wait until another day.

The veterinarian who received me in his office of independence with France only helped to imbibe more than they got a shower, when I spit out the $ 8,000 he charged for only listening to at that point given dog. It was the same one who threw the entry of your visit, when we expected the rain to calm down.

I think the other vet, who finally had to sacrifice, he read in my eyes what had happened, criteria applied and shared with me the cost of not allowing inevitably die tonight in the rain.

I walked into the terminal so steeped as it should be when a big cloud has decided to unload on you crying. Only temper got inside the deep hatred and rage that I declared the national art to fill the mouth, choking and indulge in a feast of sweet vows of solidarity, then look to the side, standing and running indifferent and without shame in front of a "dead dog."

Photo: Andrea Silva

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How Much Is A Charriol

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Weeks without writing. Wow. Did you miss me? ... What do you mean? Well, after that neither wanted to fantasize that my letters on your laptop. But since they tell you here, you gossip, you ding step, that I'm making me look pichi fear. Some days ago while my skeleton wiggle our unfortunate Lima (it's unfortunate with all my love goes to my Aunt Susie) I have the creepy feeling I go along. And tell me why. And I say what I have done. And tell me who I killed (the cockroach of yesterday does not count). Well here I am psicoceándome yourself silly, believing that a hitman hired by my brother comes to avenge him away while for having thrown the pear. Imagining that some band of evil dateada trademarks and echo me the eye, and lens and I think he threw me, or ME, I can get something. I hallucinating entirely innocent, that one official vehicle is ordered to block his way, for a group of burly down to give me my tatequieto for writing such a post last month. Oh no, but the palace did not know I exist and do not know that there are poor in this land who swear govern successfully. If hear the Peru forward. Watch this bad boy thought Caracho.

Finally, leaving aside my anxieties, recontra woke up happy today, I got my pikachu slippers, I served my quaker and turned on the TV while whistling a remix of rice pudding chicken and turuleca. Canal N tuned and I was turuleco and sour milk to see Don Alejandro Toledo Manrique, with eight flags (ocho!) after him, announcing its sensual movement of hand and head for the fourth time they will nominate for president. One more season 2011 circus already has many attractions, including the number of vetrilocuismo by Alan and Meche. Finally, Mudpie's dad calls again rely on it giving you the opportunity to form a new government without the errors of the first. Oh where I heard that before?.

Well worth the sincerity, I care a radish that Toledo comes again with the roll of the Apus charged him last night to try again on the jato chantas Pizarro. What I really caught the attention of the conference where he announced, was the return in the first row of disheveled hair color connoisseur. Yes folks, Eliane is back.

When I confirmed that indeed was Mrs. Karp that led the applause after every evil thing to let go of sound and sacred husband, my heart fluttered and I drove to fetch the nearest huaynitos disk. Because I do not know about you, do not know about you, but I love her.

The master since 2000, when with his English masticadísimo said in an interview that her husband was her c ricow holitow . That conversation will undoubtedly affect the image I formed of this woman. I, a teenager in the middle of high school, did not understand what could propel both to support the husband who wanted to be president. My head still chilly by mañoserías that Chinese were discovered, made saw with distrust all those who aspire a little control in my Perucito. "Oh no sir, this makes us no gringa," I remember telling my mother. Actually I could say many things, but deep down that I kinda liked gringa.

I love since I saw her on TV talk in Quechua to thousands of people in a mountainous place. Looking at them face to face, raising his voice and making a hundred years struggle for power to return to the hands of someone more like an Indian. (Not that Alejandro is the best example, but it was something.)

I love since I dropped the charade that the sacred humanity of his mariachi and brought down the pearls more refined the necks of this city with such a demonstration of devotion. Since making that hairdressing, basket ball games, school reunions, and rakes solidarity not talk about other than what it was misplaced gringuita this to come to us that a vote for the one ... CHOLO?! ! "Oh, no daughter, I do not understand how this is so happy to spoil the race"

I love since my colleague has put him cross journalists (not to mention the chacana) and declared public enemy number one just because he was not willing to answer stupid questions, or have the best of smiles when they came to ask the same. Antipathy was evident in headlines crushing and uncontrollable desire to dig into everything he did, to find, pump and scrubbing probable acts of corruption, of which up to now (as usual in our press) much has been said and little is verified.

I love since I never tired of repeating that the post of First Lady was in size XXL. "What difference will the Lady Nores de García, a whole lady always so elegant, well dress. What is it to walk making the" macho "practicing martial arts and going to the gym every day. What difference will always regia Pilarcita , well groomed and not with long hair that seems a bad crush agitated. That horror. "Unforgivable a first lady is not always coy man's side, because the very first woman in this country can not comment.'s Just there to smile for the camera and help poor children.

I love since I saw that is a sincere woman. It was not looking happy display of hypocrisy of the recognition of an illegitimate brat (not to blame, it's true) when it was clear that the idea did not like at all. The love from who refused to attend the Te Deum of national holidays, making our company launch pure screams to heaven, not simply compliance I did not have to worship in a religion that does not profess, if not wanted.

I love since, as almost always pure pose, this country did not forgive the fact that a foreign woman and intelligent. Since it was stressed again its supposedly vulgar tone without stopping to think that the lady speaks five languages \u200b\u200band over that English is not their mother tongue, could not afford to decorate their political and other statements that are applauded (and gives them the presidency) only because he speaks pretty. He spoke his mind, never better.

And yes because the same dress and shoes is back and already started out the voices that want out of the campaign in Toledo. Because they have been ignored, has promised not to get involved and I think he does well. If today I wonder if I will vote for the cholo, because to be honest I do not consider one of my options. Me and I will come. When I was president does not burst rockets and I will not start now. But although I have no mind (although it seems otherwise) to exalt the figure of nori to my Eliane Karp was and is too much woman to be first lady. That is unpleasant, we will not deny. Neither she nor her husband have charisma, but at the time of the hour, at least for me, is the least you should have. To relax and stay as a consultant and university professor, that just makes more and more important: it is valued for real.

you not convinced? Well, let me tell you neither wanted, but it's hot car ride to Yale, as it is in super join the facebook group for us to return the happy parts, since it re fashion feel more Peruvian ceviche huaquitos asking your already going to be a hundred years in yunaites and since it is super cool wilted organize another ridiculous ridiculous headed chubby, find that a while ago, not just coy do much din demagogic, the unruly gringa who stars in this post, is raising his voice so with conviction and not as many, because it has been very nice .

not know about you, do not know about you, but I'm ashamed to be a foreigner who identify, screen and have respect for a past which in theory belongs to us a thousand times more to us than her.

Pa 'qui you see it.

"They had wanted a first lady stupid do not think that use Chanel suits, they smile, they make some tea in the afternoon. Well no, I have had bad luck for them, good luck to the people "

Eliane Karp

(video April 2009)