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THE COLOSSUS

Juliá imagine perpetrating the Colossus. Besieging the canvas with the awkwardness weak beginner. I gather his disagreement with each stroke, her disappointment, once finished the work. Guess the Inquisition inflicted on himself and see the artist grieved and resolved to a new anxiety, a new destruction to rebirth. There in the corner of the time I feel terrible suffering the certainty of its contingency, its inability to answer the question without you making any life ends, his final, anonymous, like everyone else, an orphan of history and meaning.
My art teacher did not know the vicissitudes of July. Ignored the feverish passion led her paintbrush and still less the terrible pain that haunted him in each work. In his classes, aesthetic explanation of the Colossus was established mathematical calculation: a masterpiece of Goya, where aggressive stroke guess just let the people fleeing, color becomes anxiety and panic. Something like a masterpiece ahead of its time, a kind of shamanic vision invisible to the ignorant.
Manuela Mena, head of Conservation of the Prado Museum, was responsible for downplaying the story. After laborious painting studies have concluded that poverty and brush technique without flow and safety of the Colossus, show that the picture does not belong to Goya. Poor Julia, their absence made his immortal work his immortality the secondary again forever. His stroke became the impostor himself and the rest of the fatal victims of a bizarre hoax. Because all know Goya benefited, at least to sleep peacefully after being much admired. For history, once you learn, no neck gets compromised. None of these assholes would think of removing the farce, to recognize the innocence of the kids, give them to Julia Goya and his ignorance of foreign crime, the clumsy handling of their lives, the utter confusion of their destinies and their ill-fated homeless brushes. Nobody will say it is mere conjecture. Wait for the dust, constitute part of this strange and comic universe to get his clown nose and tell you it was all a joke, you asshole broke it as you are. Because you do not do more than that again and again perpetrate a new mask that will reflect in the mirror again and again to learn the rule that makes you part of the story and teaches you how to forget it all a lie, that everything could always start again, could be reconstructed again. Julia damn, damn, damn Juliá. Yes, that is. Perhaps it is better to believe that things are as they are and that's it. The rag never liked anyone. Perhaps history has always been that, a grotesque exercise to hide the rag. As Homer becoming the slaughter fabulous tale heroic Achilles. People are happy History to assume all acceptable and terrible mistake as it escapes. But fiction always comes to claim his place of foundation. The charming fictions that periodically removes the mask and shake all that we are. As Julia's ghost appeared again, either to demystify the Colossus, or to show the incompetence of those who now are wary of its artistic quality, or to expose the contingency of eternal Goya. Or as the global economic downturn, perhaps arose to denounce the injustice of the capitalist system, or to show the inevitable human indecency, or to make clear the fictitious nature of being and ultimate certainty violent wasteland in which we constantly making our lives we fled

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Todos los días cuando regresaba al Hotel desde la playa, me agradaba ver las toallas y toallones plegados sobre la cama, formando canastas, cisnes, abanicos, decorados con flores naturales y una pequeña notita deseándome good day passing, signed by the person who had settled and cleared the usual mess when you're on vacation. It was a detail that made me feel warm and pampered attended by people from the hotel. It was one of the things I liked, as well as their willingness to explain things, talk or suggest walks. It is true that it was his task, but it certainly exceeded what had been seen elsewhere. So I learned to respect the way they did their work.
In the bar, a thin, beautiful woman, masterfully played the grand piano installed there were songs from different places and I knew that in reality it was an eminent concert pianist, performing other types of music out the classic, as a way of living.
I began to nose around those performing different roles within the staffing structure. They were mostly professionals from different specialties, which in other countries had had a good economic and humble work carried out here, put their best performing efficiently, no matter what was the role they had.
thought that although it did so to improve household income, and also many professionals from other countries should learn from them about humility and people skills and avoiding dealing with an air of superiority to those who pose less level.
the morning after breakfast, went to the beach, sunbathe and enjoy the scenery, swim a little, ate any nonsense accompanied by large glasses of fruit juices and smoothies to take advantage of the day, for it was very close to launch and only return in the evening, ate a good dinner. One of these
days I saw something that amused me. I saw around me a beautiful girl, sculpted body, tanned skin, dark hair to his shoulders, the English had heard quite elementary, it was Italian. Usually used to go to the beach with another girl who I took to be her sister, but today walking alone.
Regulars "Human shark" swam close to her, looking to make conversation. They were three and tried to gain their interest by commenting on the temperature of water, landscape, laughed and strutted, appeared among them friends. The girl answered in monosyllables, smiled but did not pay attention, left the sea and jumped in the sand. "I think it was a way to escape the siege of the boys who did not slacken in his attempt, more than the desire to go tanning, but" leading men "came and sat near her. At that time, I could see he approached the other girl. Young drew his best smile, imagining that they already had armed the night of revelry. But the reaction was swift, to the surprise of those who were unwilling observers of the scene, they spoke a few swear words in any language perfectly understandable, took the arm and watching the sexy girl said: It is mine! He kissed her mouth and took it with her. I buried my head in the sand, to stifle the laughter that was struggling to drop, to the frustration of the presumptuous, while three red from newsprint, began to make fun, laughed among themselves and got back into the sea. Just
nap was when it started to cloud, thick raindrops fell in the midst of thunder and strong wind broke. I returned to the room, and was asleep. It rained until sunset, the day was cooler and was running wind. So I decided to go for a walk in a kind of train that ran the resort, I know many places that had not visited, I was in a shopping center, just looking around, as prices were unattainable, and finally sat back against the sea, a beautiful place, covered with stones. The waves broke several meters below, roaring and splashing me, although I refused to go away for a while because the show was awesome.
I walked back to the hotel, it had stopped raining, I could perceive in the air the scent of wet grass. At night, I went to theater hotel, was a spectacle of dances and a group that sang Latin songs, but was rather melancholy and decided to retire early.
was the first time I was away for so many days of the family had begun to wonder.
The experience of knowing two beautiful countries, so different from mine was very nice, but when I heard voices over the phone dear, I just do not have them around to share with them what I was enjoying. A month ago and was gone. The next day, returning to Argentina. Intense feelings had lived in that wonderful trip for two Caribbean countries. I did not know if I ever return, it was an ordinary person without resources, just by chance, or fate, had allowed me to fulfill this dream, all my impressions would be recorded within me forever. Montero Magui

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The bags had already been deposited, so we sat a while in the lobby. I went to the village to enjoy the scenery looked, I crossed the avenue to the Malecon where I layer, beyond the sea was warm with the wind nap. The reverberation of the sun brought me back quickly to repair the interior.
While watching the beautiful floral arrangements located in different corners Costumes secretly watched a small group of people, who obviously came from Africa, beautiful and colorful dresses, pleated robes, both men and muj you were very high, probably belonged to a high social rank or class, by the special way with watching the rest of the tourists.
minutes passed until he reached the group, which had all the amenities. Picked us up and then did a tour of several hotels. Was up people of different nationalities who had the same fate.
We were on a highway, surrounded by greenery and mountains in the distance, we passed a valley could see the sea again in a deep turquoise.
saw the coca fields here are different, a little smaller than the Dominican, yellow fruit, while he knew of greenish color and sweeter taste, asked if they were of the same variety, I was told they belonged to a different species. They said it was Indian coconuts, is all I could find, "but looked more colorful. We went through several towns
Department Matanzas, all colorful, lower houses carriages, lots of bicycles. We arrived at Varadero, and we long, as far as start-Sol Palmeras Complex, which also belongs to Meliá Hotels, located next to several others in a sort of broad avenue, full of flowers and plants.
Again I felt the sensation of entering a different world. Birds, flowers, several varieties of a plant in Argentina I knew the name of "croton" with multi-colored leaves in different ways. Car seat with the top down taking tourists for a ride, quads, cars imported. Here the land was a kind of language, of the two sides and as far as I could see were boats and sailing boats.
The reception all in marble on the front wall a huge cage with jungle vegetation, a waterfall central and hundreds of colorful birds filled the air with chirps and the sound of falling water. Tropical music was played and the knack to be completed in the clothes of bright colors of those who were staying in this beautiful place.
The complex was formed by the structure of the hotel and bungalows. Access to the room, lights and air conditioning was through magnetic card, I was staying in a bungalow. I had a glass door from the room I communicated with a small terrace where he had a game of garden umbrella. From there I could go through the vegetation by a flagstone path to the sea or to the two pools, one dedicated to children and the other with a bridge from which you enter the pool bar is at the center of it.
That afternoon, after unpacking, I walked to see the rest of the facilities and got to the water's edge. The beach snack bar was closing and the staff and picked up the chairs. I sat in the sand to see how they hid the sun.
From the piano bar, the wind came with a very old bolero music. It was already dark, I got up, shook all sand, took the slippers and walked barefoot toward the piano bar. I was tired, but that would not prevent me delight you with a delicious "mojito" and romantic music, before I went to sleep. Montero Magui

NOTE: Image 1 bungalow - 2 pool snack bar Hotel brochure scanned. 3 instant photo taking mojito with friends at the Piano Bar