First, creating an atmosphere of studying at home. It is very important to create conditions or a family atmosphere conducive to study, among them we can highlight:
(Theater-style Read)
FIRST DAY
Narrator:
As is ritual these days,
after the announcement divine
a Child is coming meeting
prophecy.
But there are people upset
in the kingdom of this world:
Herod, who is second in every bit
surveys.
And Herod set your goal
viaCertificate:
that would not be a
infant crawling on the planet.
Savannahs are a sea
roads as rivers, lakes
by crops,
trails to navigate.
Without uttering a lament
rain inclement
trudged
Man, Woman and donkey.
Leaving Nazareth,
muchthey tried,
found nowhere
inn online.
SECOND DAY
Narrator:
Heaven rewards your courage
and redeems the trio well
sublime carol
Vicente Emilio Sojo.
Mary
Jose, what will not it clears?
Where do we shelter?
Joseph
rains in Coro, Punto Fijo,
In John Greek and Pampatar.
Mary
And the sun does radiant
Zulia to the heart?
Joseph
Lemon have been overwhelmed.
the Chama, and the Escalante
Mary
is the first time,
Joseph, who I call "chama" .
Joseph
I said that's the name
a river of that region
Mary
What's in Miranda
recess for this calamity?
Joseph
Poor
Capriles willwith water up to his neck
THIRD DAY
Narrator:
Walk walk you seek
Andes light
unaware that
rain swept the Andes.
March José worried
Pampam and spotting,
thinking that now have a Child
injured.
What dark moment
for Children of Mary,
live at Epiphany
an early ordeal.
He has to give birth
and fails to Mary
empty garage or a
where to give birth to Jesus.
truck is about stakes
Loaded with three camels.
King Gaspar:
swear, Melchor, who they are!
Joseph
A tail pa 'Caracas!
Rey Melchor:
We want to present
on this happy coincidence, because
and science told us
that the Child is coming.
I am Melchor, Gaspar he
and come looking
from Guatire
traveling with corduroy Baltazar.
Gift a rosary
bring the holy Child,
ermine shoes
Vergatario and a cell phone.
Mary
uproot But, gentlemen,
no time to lose!
The unborn child
and I feel the pain!
JORNADA FINAL
Narrador:
Suben todos al camión,
borrico, santos y magos
y marchan por los estragos
que ha dejado el aluvión.
Pero llueve tanto que
ya temen los peregrinos
toparse en Los Dos Caminos
con Noah's ark.
Mary
He said Globovisión
that the Palace is no refuge
Joseph
Will it be a subterfuge
purposes soap?
Mary
There is not much to choose from:
Miraflores we will
fears forgetting
because there is no hotel.
Who takes home there
and if nobody vetoes
also give us the card
"My house is well equipped"
Narrator:
In so says Joseph
crudely distressed,
other apparel that has left
PSUV the card.
Rey Melchor:
But luck so vile!
So we have no life!
Mary
You see I kidding!
Let's go to Sambil
Narrator:
By Urdaneta a million
the truck is ordered,
the Child Victims
is playing horn.
The place is full
men, women and children
warmly received
the boy announced.
And for those who suffer both
without sweets, home or hallacas
came to be heard in Caracas
of Jesus's first cry.
They and the Christ Child
they sleep at night santa
a bonus that sings
the great Morella Muñoz.
FIN
(Published in the newspaper Tal Cual on Sunday December 19, 2010)
On Thursday when I called the newsroom to report that he was sending the text to this page, I received an answer that left me stunned: - I received yesterday, is already mounted.
- But if it is now when I send?
- Is not one of the hallacas of a 4 Bs? - I questioned.
- The same.
- Well, here it is. If not you, then it is more likely that someone has leaked.
- Yes, as things stand, it is the safest - admitted as inertia. Completely stunned and bewildered slowly hung up the phone without even saying goodbye and when I still talked.
An episode so one has to sink into a deep meditation. What's happening? We know that the fate of these times is that everything can be heard, all we know, everything looks, everything is within reach of the eyes and ears of millions in an expeditious manner, instantaneous and simultaneous. The glass walls are no longer content to hear, now entrepitean and even gossip. The Latin adage "there is nothing new under the sun" should add "nor hidden that will not know" or, even worse, "to leak", it seems that there is no key or encrypted information can escape instinct exploratory, the desire to inform the human being greedy or coolness of the dreaded "hackers." You see nothing but the young Australian cyber mischief Julian Assange.
This new technologies and global information is unimaginable and wonderful. For better and for worse. I was shocked what happened months ago with the famous Britney Spears, who is a very busy girl. For that reason, I think, left his home in such a hurry they forgot to put the "bloomers" to call in their language so delicate garment. Then he got with some old classmates from high school, were taken a birritas, all healthy. Came time to board the vehicle to return home. Wearing a skirt very cortita, opened the door of his luxury car, sat down, shifted his well-turned sideways left leg and before I could do the same right to enter an endless lightning burst of camera flashes "paparazzi" cellular and other intruders. Within minutes, on a planet where, according to the International Telecommunication Union (ITU) there are 3.3 billion cell lines in service, the world was fully aware of every detail of the episode, and verse. Sure, you laugh because you can never imagine a picture of your crotch hanging in the network. And every color.
But neither imagined the State Department to see so many intimate (and other governments) shamelessly displayed in the open, many indiscretions thrown to the wind, angering friends and enemies, so broken pate, card for card, much work would have cost balance. Not to enter personal details revealed because just think of the Libyan leader Khadafi, with his hat and look so serious, choosing facial wrinkle which to apply the botox, is to uproot the laughter.
The Wikileaks 251 000 cables are not a "leak" but a stream that can be driven to the gates of a dam. So far it has unleashed a cyberwar. USA declared haunted by Assange, it by the rule, by pressing the closure of its Web hosting, freeze his bank accounts and make search by Interpol. In retaliation panas Asssange some hackers attack and collapse the web credit cards that did not receive grants . In turn, two beautiful Swedish say they are the ones harassed because Assange Oh, no! was launched to "sex by surprise."
Wikileaks has also played the boss. Clear that in the midst of so much information, someone is always clueless. The janitor, who with the work have given the rains did not have time or just watch TV and hear "guikilik, guikilik" I asked,
- Look, a journalist, how is it the gringo who stole a liquiliques my major?
I explained to him what he had been introduced in the closet were not liquiliques, but two hundred fluxes.
- but he had a liquiliques, though no longer puts. Must be because he has gained about three sizes - was his deduction.
around here had written it when the phone rang.
- You're late, send the thing you're going to be left out!
- But I said that already it had been leaked?
- "Are you stupid? Do you think you are Michael Jackson who has yet to filter through the network the songs before leaving the discs on the market?
- if it was fuck how did you know what the hallaca!
- Chamo, who sends you to be anticipating the issues?
- Ah, no, but is that now I have another ... Put this and leaves the hallaca for next week!
- Dale, which is the same pod ... Clack!
(Published in the newspaper Tal Cual on Sunday December 12, 2010)
With all the solemnity of which is strictly ("ah, rigor, say the Worthy) unified the nation in two pieces (each piece together by your side) has just witnessed the splendor of the glorious anniversaries of November 27, 1992 that, say its creators, "was a futile action since the military point of view " and also from other angles, which some analysts irreverent, fit in many more. Very rightly, the date was chosen to mark the birth Bolivarian Military Aviation (AMB) that once carried the tub baptismal has replaced the outdated Venezuelan Air Force (FAV) . Let us not go unnoticed the righteous historical reparation to be made to the aircraft which did not have a national day ephemeris consistent with its high flight. See if you do not: Army Day coincides with the commemoration of the Battle of Carabobo. Navy Day in Naval Battle of Lake Maracaibo. Now the Aviation Day coincides with the admirable feat of 27-N that while it was "fruitless from the military standpoint, was really great, especially if the boss says.
What is undeniable is that resonant epic that shook the rotten, decayed, rusty and grimy structures that supported to power up then. How would not shake with the famous F-16 ripping the skies over Caracas on the speed of sound? That was the most salient fact of that day. Know that the thermodynamic definition of the speed of sound, to any medium, is a ² = (dp / dρ) s. That is, the partial derivative of pressure with respect to density at constant entropy. Please memorize the formula because if not, will not understand the rest of the chronicle. Thanks.
auditory I witnessed this epic, whose memory haunted me intensely for two weeks, until it disappeared buzzing eardrums. And is that when a plane breaks the sound barrier because, so help me God, if this sound like the vault of heaven burst asunder. Hence, on Saturday, with pinpoint accuracy, the Tunneler, sorry, he is referring to the fact quoting the words of the poet Vicente Huidobro: "I made a great noise and this noise formed the ocean and ocean waves. This noise will always be attached to the waves of the sea and the waves will always attached to him, as the stamps on the postcards. " What would Huidobro muses that day?
also quite rightly said: "Eagle Squawk raging, dagger tapered regained hope was that loud noise (...) November 27 that caused the F-16 (...) unleashing waves of our revolution. "
I remember like it was yesterday. He lived in a small apartment on the corner of Delicias, just two blocks behind the White Palace and the Palace of Miraflores. By midmorning, overlooking the balcony I could see the parade of planes falling insurgents were leaving, graneaditas, bomb after bomb on the premises of the seat of government, to the north, south, west, but without either the palace or white, like those ball players Creole gather and not much less ball.
suddenly came that horrible noise, a huge roar, an explosion of millions of decibels that shook the valley of Caracas, and I think that of Cauca. Amid the confusion, I heard the door butts. There were kicks, was the neighbor on the verge of a nervous breakdown:
- Neighbor, what has happened! - Yelled shaking me by the front of his pajamas.
- That threw a bomb at Gocho! - Responded to the calculation, since the crash.
- can not be because we too would be dead! - Continued shouting
- Yes it may be because these soldiers are faked!
And I was right. There was no accurate or even a bomb fell on an undeveloped corner bodega de Pineda, two blocks east of the CAP office. You can see the bullet when it was unearthed after two days of work. In the top brought a can of milk skewered "The Countryside", which at that time itself was achieved.
never knew why that warrior from the air, The closest we had to emulate the legendary Red Baron, decided to shatter the sound barrier. That really struck the popular imagination. A parishioner claimed to have seen me fall boronitas made.
What nobody expected was that this driver was waiting for a political career also supersonic, meteor, lightning, constituent, Congressman, governor, minister for urban development, health, the presidency and what is missing.
was prescient: what a pity that the revolution has remained just that: a huge noise, but zero nuts.