Milena Velba To Much To Handle

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CORPUS MORTIS: LIZ TAYLOR IS DEAD THE MASTER

She slept in Surquillo

The positions of the front and side of a of the most beautiful actresses d the planet. Liz Taylor, with his empty-headed eyes of an indescribable placed r violet and sensuous scents of leopard Enceladus, from the first inch of white ecran covering their little moderating charms, wet dreams populated of all moviegoers in the world, whose first chair, love as a teenager without acne, contained surquillano chronicler. Here's accurate, but moved later love letter that he wrote to actress. (Published in "You are guilty." Editorial Norma. 2004 )

Scrip be: Eloy Jáuregui

S í , the mother - not the Gorki but mine - owned a beauty salon, a embellódromo, clinic head. It was known but not popular, seven-block radius. It depended largely on aesthetics headaches l neighborhood. Neighborhood of Lima in the sixties, geography of the vanguard of squealing, kitsch - the hairstyle "bombe" - and spit. Surquillo, neighborhood, sacred territory of film, bad habit and journals photon is.

In the lobby, Oregon pine pews, on the eve of pelicidio and lounge area, on Saturday afternoon, a pile of stars waiting to be seen , endorsed and reviewed. Vanity, the Bohemian, the Ecran and Life, they were naked, in sepia, clients and collectors. Then one infamous and infant reader squint sex and resentful sense oya point of being filled, "that Columbus discovered wrecked in the roundness of the buttocks of the other world, the vicious circle in the female legs stretched was the missing link and not the leather ring both engineer-speak that time alchemist HG Wells in 1 895.

legs or breasts, it does not matter. The c raw arne was what counted then. Cannibal of plane, an astronomer in search of a Star (of film). And at some point in life you discover why when a woman passed, and there were some who did not complete the pass-Turn collar men, focused on gun point from the waist down, stuck his tongue to his lips and threw d kind and belching wild. At some point in life was when I browsed the International Journal d Ecran and film, made in Chile, a special-very special apologized in a melancholy label: "By plane." Then I met Liz, almost awake.

I doubt that she found out. And although my mother encouraged to write to the Hollywood studios and then to their sacred mansion and then a representative, just tried a scribble in my notebook N ino and Health. The script is assume love nt of giants. I was petrified dwarf, a gnome erotic or under the porch, nearly a mouse under the altar of the bolero. I doubt that even Liz, Liz's violet eyes thirties, replying to a Third Eye babieca cloudy. But that was my problem and not his estimate and hypocritical reader.

And on page 8, or Elizabeth, or Liz Lizbeth, showed that profile- nose rose up to heaven fall, which chopped angel, lips dread and drown you in hell for their language, imagine purple-black eyebrows with brow guard, are the parentheses of sex-with eyelids as sheets silk covering the forbidden, Liz, osculoza hopeless, I say, kissing one, and another and another. His lips, stuck in the jaws of Montgomery Clift, Fernando Lamas, Dana, was a man checked-Andr News, Vittorio Gassman, Van Johnson, Rock Hudson was a man untestable-Rex Harrison and lips reeking of bourbon Richard Bur to n.

English I knew that when he kisses is a kiss of truth, as I said a pasodoble around Silverio Pérez. But Liz, abusive, greedy and suck people kissed lie: so he said mom, pious and eclectic but never believed him. No matter how I fell in love at that age, you fall in love like a pig of any lunacy, my cousin Mary for example, which later became known in college life as "puts and takes" ol a "b aja passion" - and not interested in the degree of burning in my gizzard to, but it is true that embodies that Liz appeared in the magazine with this caption: "The c ine made her queen of love. " So what was my love with pain, but in the end After all, love first mere magazine.

That thing was what Liz. Everything, but not so sten c omo appeared on the cover of the blessed Ecran, had "it", the substance of sensuality, summa theological / eschatological / erotológica. Never mind that three years later with Richard Burton and his life zamaqueando declared the editor of Life, Mr. Richard Merryman in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico: "I have the legs too short, some long arms, a double chin Moreover, large hands and feet and I'm too fat. My best attraction is the hair that I are putting Americans. All my rods have a name: Burton ".

I a damn-pubescent, acolyte between tutelary goddesses boobs-his chin and enormous toes of the feet. Was it complete, for k ilos, interesting with huge cameras and flashes, now posing nalguda 15 years splashing in a pool in his first "pin up", now explaining the anatomy (the geography of burning): "I have a girl's mind in a woman's body. "And further, in another photo, sharing stardom with the dog Lassie (another bone to the dog) and then another, with a horse anonymous and Mickey Rooney. Then came the best, nothing dark kisses - Edgebander unrepentant now say the alligators in my neighborhood - the kisses ad iestra and left. What were his lips. Nothing, the insatiable itch, squinting music from the heart. Then I fell in love with Liz, almost asleep. And red-devoted readers- did mine (the magazine, not meat, because that one was a vegetarian sex). So I slept on my arm around the woman embers of paper - that holds all the role women do not - and dreamed that dream awake the sleeping face of her lap, her back to my age - it's not easy being 12 years and not have whiskers, up and down - head and woke up thirsty and more haggard and thin and pindinga and with my hands as Mad Love.

My second marriage to Liz was in the midst of darkness Spring cinema accomplice. My older brother, who graduated from American film titles, when she introduced me, love was seen as appropriate would be inappropriate "in the film Giant. I was still a dwarf, leads do but dwarf the end. It was a glare. Liz busy flirting with the fine late James Dean. Liz was the wife of Rock Hudson, a Texas oil-Dean male employee. The fair was unfair, behind it were three back. My brother was not involved, he was dating Brigitte Bardot. not say that I overcame é, Hudson was beautiful, a nice Dean Wild, I was a voyeur nasty, but that night, the night of Surquillo, kidnaps her crawling to myself.

my mother was when the court imposed the Nile Cleopatra and went to the side of my house. That was unfaithful, which was the robahombres, that was dedicated to hunting husbands. That was adulterous and pituca, which was called "the s eñorita tits", that did not care. It was when I wrote my first love letter with a touch of GA Becquer, some of Vargas Vila and a stream of Juan de Dios Peza: "Dear Liz: before the two the sky has given birth to another sky to sleep without pajamas (blur). And I hope that tomorrow will not you take the wheel, because I say that last night they saw a tremendous vacilón (more smudging). Are you coming home? Let me know because I have a brave dog. Is it true that you like the teeth in the neck? yours: Cañita of the lagoon. Good night, Liz! ".

Tenki Strangling Forum

LUIS JAIME CISNEROS

WRITING OF ETERNITY

Today January 20 Peruvian letters are in mourning. The philologist and linguist Luis Jaime Cisneros, one of the leading intellectuals of Peru, died of natural causes at age 89, his family reported.

"Somehow we are making of their hopes and aspirations.

For some reason, they tied, Peru belongs to us.

That bond that can shield his name in the word tradition or

patriotism makes us visible through unseen ways. "

"My Works and Days." Luis Jaime Cisneros

And Renato and continue.

And or remember saying that Don Luis Jaime Cisneros is tireless. Rennet and vitality is stale. Academic tenacious corner man grazed and admired language teacher-confessor, not lose footing to what ordinary call today. The political instinct, longevity called a classic. A writer and his work in Peru still looking like a decent place to live and survive. Now there watching me in his studio library with its spirit of being old and growing wiser. This is a tribute to her shining ntez and long life.

This man now carries nearly 89 years is universal, persistent and detached. One observes and seems so gentle warm the atmosphere aside from the purple light of evening filtered through the curtains of his study of the enormous Library home on Avenida La Paz in Miraflores a ravine tris Armendáriz. And now you are explaining more than telling of his grandfather, Don Luis Benjamin Cisneros, contemporary romantic poet Ricardo Palma, founder of the Peruvian Academy of Language, a pervasive spirit, almost a peaceful spectrum is watching us and smiling. And then he talks about his father - is fucking talking about parents, Luis Fernando Cisneros, poet, journalist, diplomat, as good Peruvian, banished by liberal democ rat and free thinker.

Suddenly, his eyes acquired an unusual glow. And Don Luis Jaime is admitting that his father had a curious attitude for the tear. And in that time he understood it, was as safe and ready. And then when aq uel son turned 50 years recently understood why men cry. And remember an old discussion of a subject locked in the studio. The cries of things were said. Then explain emotion: "This man has come to offer me money" and pure courage began to mourn as a child and lost the rear of the house. It was an extreme situation there before the whole family. And then Luis Jaime remembers it for its sparkling humor and she read loudly and after lunches Don Quixote, and after l chess crossword later.

clinking on the desk tells me that his mother reached an unusual passion towards music. Violin, piano. And all the sons inherited the prodigy and could play together and to give a concert from beginning to pa. Lima family was suddenly shipped to Well s Aires. So Luis Jaime performed studies in public schools in Argentina. His contact with the i universal instructions manual it was bringing a special expertise in research, science, the arts. This also became a passion for theater and opera. The press was at its Buenos Aires r improve that time and collation of news in the newspapers made it a potential journalist. However, when completed the second í to the slope by the Medici na almost became another. The s after you save him n.

Hidalgo, nu eva v e rsion

So let's talk this week of Don Quixote. And regardless of who read what we have. That being still fresh printing ink, to the first half of 1605 traveled from the mainland for America, hundreds of copies of the novel of Don Quixote. On board the galleon "Holy Spirit" and, as Irving Leonard has two hundred and sixty-two books were destined for Mexico City. He also says that the ship "Nuestra Senora del Rosario" came a higher order. Were sixty packages a bookseller of Alcala de Henares, a certain Juan de Sarria, it referred to a partner who was stationed in Lima. The valuable message, which was bound for the port of Callao, first came to Cartagena de Indias and, hence, on the backs of mules, and then moved to Portobelo to and trafficked to Panama.

The official story that Don Quixote thus began her adventures in the New World. What ever failed Cervantes getting your child what he says. However, nobody has been able to account for q hat happened to the ten packages that were lost on the road. In fact, sesentaiseis copies were lost, according to some misguided monks of the Jesuit order in the lush Central American jungle, the product of a theft of birds without colors that there is no more. Another fact I think it exaggerates. According to a native community, and disappeared by the ferocity of the psychotropic hard, "those words atamaladas moles were consumed by fire that came down as inexplicable molasses rum pirates from the top of a hangover, now converted into a stump with no branches.

version of José Antonio Roldán v Endria certain at that time. Account of the discovery of "Limbo of the Lost", which collected on the coast of Andros history of a subject's eyes tight hallucinated exceptional survivor of a shipwreck, what more he talked stuttered moments before dying of belching pestiferous " tell your worship that I have drunk water Calango clavelito and, although it seems bran witch, it is not, and I said that all things move reverses and nature of his being the charm. " A boor gaznápiro speak as the same inflection and tone that Don Quixote himself has no doubt left that the packages were lost in the isthmus came first to the Mala valley rather than the partner holds certain Juan de Sarria.

No doubt thanks to Cisneros that Don Quixote rode in Lima and smell of shrimp cañetanos Toled as oo in Villanueva of Young Children [1], faster than Rocinante and Sancho's donkey, who led floor 31 kilometers in the days of summer and 22 winter days in Castile. Therefore, their knowledge and rosquetes covered supine, comedians and pimps, snitches and matchmaking, friars, and bandits who at that time abounded in excess [Oh, great Monica Sanchez in 'Eve of Eden' is good-natured!] City of Kings. And spent four s century Don Quixote has a good s avalanche and Lima, well, as usual.

The doctor Swan eros

And I say that not imagine a doctor. The refined humor. I said to him either. But in Buenos Aires doctors were politicians, painters, poets and even lyrical. Luis Jaime studied when the University Reform consolidated Argentina as a vanguard in the continent. And his teachers to Amado Alonso, Pedro Henriquez Urena, Ricardo Rojas, Francisco Romero. She met Pope Pius XII Tagore who happens to her enigmatic gray robe. And he shook hands with the Prince of Wales. And just spoke of tango and football and even the atomic bomb dropping on Japan. That when the Second War ended and the Allies won, along with its university partners forced the Buenos Aires newspaper La Nación to touch the siren for hours and warm towards the leaders of the student federation put together a historic rally in the Plaza Francia that it had when end.

brother had a military and so far not explained why. Luis was younger, he earned a scholarship from the Argentine government. It was a special kind, courageous and daring to its hilt. His mother dubbed him the "gaucho" because he once, at age 7 was cut his fingers with a knife and did not cry of pure cute. Luis, the "gaucho" was of the same promotion that General Videla and other military coup finished and breathed a sick penchant for vertical order. Louis returned to Peru as an ensign. True, he was a virtue, she loved reading. So no one at home fucked.

His teachers at the Faculty of Medicine Nobelists finished. Dr. Bernardo Houssay and physician Francisco Leroi. Luis Jaime specialized in surgery. His internship I was not very comfortable meeting in the pavilion for children and infants when Dr. Nicholas Romano realized his discomfort and him saying that he was a cocky and put it in the galley of gynecology. The practitioner Cisneros wanted to die. Again back to pediatrics. His teacher said, "Hey, what you want is that the patient was given the diagnosis. No Cisneros, is the reverse. " Luis Jaime until now repeated that call for attention. And it was better to listen and not open his mouth in vain. Now looking at me, lowered his eyes and humbly confesses: "You know, I think that's the secret of my ability as a teacher."

In 1947 the family returned and settled in the house of Miraflores. The medicine was as a good reminder to treat colds and sorrows. Luis Jaime resumed his studies in Romance languages \u200b\u200band literature. In 1948, a doctorate and enter to teaching at Catholic University. It then passes to lead the Institute of Studies and the School of Journalism at the Universidad Nacional Mayor de San Marcos. Continued on the Riva Aguero Institute. When she married she knew she had to strengthen the family finances and that started in journalism.

Since that time Luis Jaime Cisneros is carved image of a great teacher. Writers and researchers who were his students confirm this. Cisneros is the teacher of the great Chairs, of the kind illustrated, interdisciplinary teaching. His preaching has its roots in the understanding of a country always illegible utopian. Thus, generates continuous followers, disciples, perpetual, timeless students.

Don Quixote in Lima

When the Royal Academy English and the Association of English Language Academies, celebrating the fourth centenary of Don Quixote, presented at the Catholic University Special Edition of Cervantes' novel, published by the Group under the label Alfaguara Santillana, he was there. True, it was 2004 and Luis Jaime Cisneros was the keynote manager. And the teacher took little hoarse of wisdom to strike a lecture on Cervantes, Don Quixote, Sancho Panza, the contextualization infinite, the flight of the imagination, language eccentric concentric deluded genius of language, reading enchanted madness Finally, he said what he had to say (which was not said) and told what to speak when spoken genius. Luis Jaime Cisneros was the same Quixote galloping over the fields of Castilla and Barcelona reached the sea and went through Chincha and even stopped in Surquillo to stick a few drinks in the middle of some songs: "Dance of the Gypsy / look at them the king / queen with jealousy / mandalas turn ...».

the teacher said that the novel was not finished because every reader is reinventing and rewriting. Each reading is an adventure, each one is a Don Quixote and turn upside down. So is scrubbed, sometimes, dealing with Castilian far but worth it because Cervantes speaks of justice, of powerful, humiliated, proud and scoundrels. Account of love and misery, of blasphemy and sycophants. And perhaps so is not life. And it says Vargas Llosa, who confessed that not everyone can be as easy to read, who acknowledged that the work could not the first time you tried to read it in his student years, he was in the last year high school when he tried to read it and just could not [2].

is Saturday at his home and the telephone and visits do not stop. Now they are calling the Academy of Language, as president he has to solve a case on an apocryphal verse of the anthem. And does one of his students and urges him to sign a letter of recommendation for Complutense de Madrid and then has to proceed with a job to be Anthem of Lima jury. But this man is exhausted.

has been lifted up from his seat dock with huge Bengal tiger-Borges dwells among us, and shows me the originals of his book Introduction to the psychopathology of language and you die of envy the vitality of this master of life who suddenly felt he had more reason to keep dwelling on these moors when born Luis Jaime Cisneros III, the son of Luis Jaime Cisneros Hammann, your child journalist of the French agency AFP, married to another journalist, Rafael Leonidas, the Lion of the Lord's villa. And there's the frolicking grandfather with grandson. And I look and he looks at me. And it's almost a picture like that time when he was editor and editor of the newspaper The Observer in the eighties and we all lived imagining distinction in those days, when a journalist was a luxury of Peru.

When that time, in late 2004, the master Luis Jaime presented the edition of Don Quixote four years later [3] and the quota and all this other debut honors, Cisneros said at the Catholic University campus, between hoarse and excited, "celebrating four centuries of this book. It is not easy to get an idea but worth a try [...] I propose to reflect on what it meant then take similar company. We discovered to Cervantes himself. The novelty is shown as a man concerned about the book that the reader himself in hand. The unexpected [and therefore, the really novel] is that same reader will feel a little protagonist or witness of all this, because with him is the thing he is confessing to all the welter Cervantes seizes him. "

So I wrote at the time chronicled in the newspaper Peru 21. He, simple and frequent teacher, sent me an email that the letter [digital] was: "Yes my friend, is true: every time I read the book I discover something new. And I thought with Ortega, it's because every time I read it, my circumstance does the context and nuance. Can you imagine today Sancho in Congress, applauded wildly by Valdez and Pachecos and Mufarech and the other whose name I can not remember? We now have two who openly confess our readers, we will be more next year. A hug: Luis Jaime Cisneros V ".

Night has fallen in Miraflores. I say goodbye, let the teacher grandson submerged in 8 months not stop smiling. He looks up, says goodbye and I wish only eternity.

[1] Villanueva de los Infantes is that place whose name I did not want to remember Cervantes according reveals a study by a scientific team from the Universidad Complutense.

[2] "The number of words whose meaning is not understood and the kind of rhetoric that was practically written the book away from the Quixote" said without shame.

[3] Under the seal of Alfaguara, the Royal English Academy and Association of Academies of Language, appeared simultaneously throughout the world in popular edition.