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Ask me anything   Tales from a girl near the center of the earth. Ando cerca de la latitud 60 y tengo algunos cuentos que contar. Arte.Foto.Poesia.Muerte.Saudade. Musica.Three Languages.

A young Puertorican vs Institute of International Education

My friend Cristina Gauthier posted this on her facebook, and I really would like this to get the attention it deserves.  I value her opinion, not only because she is my friend but because she has made a case on being open minded all her life. She has lived in three countries and speaks three languages, she was trying to help poor people in the north of Brasil and trying to bring environmentally friendly engineering to Puerto Rico among other amazing things….

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"The president of the Institute of International Education has balls of steel telling me (the only "non-white" person in the room) that "Minorities don’t exist anymore". Either balls of steel or his ignorance and bigotry are just too strong to even make the slightest of reason.
Not to mention the brilliant treasurer: 
-“You would probably feel comfortable being in California.”
-“No, I’m not Mexican. They have a big Mexican population, not Puertorican.”
-“Oh, well, you’re just splitting hairs now.”
I am proud of myself for responding without telling both of them that their deaths will make for a better world. 
Six months in one of the most powerful/diverse cities in the world have taught me that racism is not even close to ending. Most shit (not all, but most) is run by white, bigoted, affluent, men.
I am NOT a controversial person, I don’t tend to publish long rants on Facebook, but I must say “opportunities” to “increase” minority participation offered by the US Department of State are bullshit. They seem to be merely looking for a certain type of individual that best serves white, bigoted, upper east side interests.
I wanted to let EVERYONE know that this happened. These things were really said by the president and treasurer of one of the most powerful institutes to “promote diversity”. I am sure this will close thousands of doors in my future but I feel that I can’t keep quiet. Posting this is my little, invisible, insignificant act towards justice.”

— hace 8 meses con 5 notas
#rant  #stopracism  #realUSA  #usa  #education  #puertorico  #puertorican  #tumblrrican  #tumblrincan  #nyc  #instituteofinternationaleducation  #minorities  #minortitiesdontexist  #racism  #subtleracism  #diversity  #injustice  #latino 

Co-co-co-combo breaker

sandandglass:

Jessica Williams proposes applying New York’s Stop and Frisk policy to Wall Street bankers.

(vía downlookingup)

— hace 1 año con 130890 notas
#politics  #usa  #nyc  #daily show 

El peligro de la esperanzaEs justo allía mitad de camino entreel huerto desnudoy el huerto verde,cuando las ramas están a puntode estallar en flor,en rosa y blanco,que tememos lo peor.Pues no hay regiónque a cualquier preciono elija ese tiempopara una noche de escarcha.Versión de Carlos López Narváez

               -Robert Frost

Foto Luis Ramón Marin

El peligro de la esperanza

Es justo allí
a mitad de camino entre
el huerto desnudo
y el huerto verde,
cuando las ramas están a punto
de estallar en flor,
en rosa y blanco,
que tememos lo peor.

Pues no hay región
que a cualquier precio
no elija ese tiempo
para una noche de escarcha.

Versión de Carlos López Narváez

               -Robert Frost

Foto Luis Ramón Marin

— hace 1 año
#Robert frost  #luis ramon marin  #usa  #españa  #fotografia  #blanco y negro  #esperanza  #poema  #poesia  #poeta 

En una estación del metro
La aparición de estos rostros en la multitud;Pétalos en una rama oscura y húmeda.
Versión de Marcelo Covian

                       -   Erza Pound


Foto: Moma Rain Room

En una estación del metro

La aparición de estos rostros en la multitud;
Pétalos en una rama oscura y húmeda.

Versión de Marcelo Covian

                       -   Erza Pound

Foto: Moma Rain Room

— hace 1 año con 4 notas
#moma  #rain room  #ezra pound  #poet  #poema  #poeta  #usa  #metro 
Aquí me encuentro, ya llegando a los 200+ followers….en interesante pensar que hay tanta gente que se interese en algo que empecé solo para mi misma en tres idiomas.
Que haya tanto gente de Brasil y de USA following porque yo mayormente escribo en español…gracias por el interes aunque casi nunca siento su presencia, igual, mejor. 

Here I am, getting to the 200 plus followers…it’s interesting to think that there is that much people who are interesting in something that I started for myself, and in three languages. Even more than there’s so many people from Brasil and USA folliwing since I mainly write in Spanish…..Thanx for the interest even though I barely feel your there, well, maybe I’m better off.

Aqui estou, já atingindo 200 + seguidores …. interessante pensar que muitas pessoas estão interessadas em algo que eu comecei só para mim em três idiomas.Hà tantos brasileiros e gente de EUA following e eu principalmente escrevo em espanhol… uma sorpresa..… Obrigado pelo interesse embora raramente sento a sua presença, mais, talvez é melhor.

Postcard de Federico Garcia Lorca….la razón del comienzo. A tribute to the beginning with THE POET

Aquí me encuentro, ya llegando a los 200+ followers….en interesante pensar que hay tanta gente que se interese en algo que empecé solo para mi misma en tres idiomas.
Que haya tanto gente de Brasil y de USA following porque yo mayormente escribo en español…gracias por el interes aunque casi nunca siento su presencia, igual, mejor. 

Here I am, getting to the 200 plus followers…it’s interesting to think that there is that much people who are interesting in something that I started for myself, and in three languages. Even more than there’s so many people from Brasil and USA folliwing since I mainly write in Spanish…..Thanx for the interest even though I barely feel your there, well, maybe I’m better off.

Aqui estou, já atingindo 200 + seguidores …. interessante pensar que muitas pessoas estão interessadas em algo que eu comecei só para mim em três idiomas.Hà tantos brasileiros e gente de EUA following e eu principalmente escrevo em espanhol… uma sorpresa..… Obrigado pelo interesse embora raramente sento a sua presença, mais, talvez é melhor.

Postcard de Federico Garcia Lorca….la razón del comienzo. A tribute to the beginning with THE POET

— hace 1 año con 5 notas
#poet reflects  #poema  #poetry  #poeta  #federico garcia lorca  #españa  #español  #tumblr  #followers  #brasil  #usa 
On Tears


Tears is the break of my brow,The moony tempestuousSitting downIn dark railyardsWhen to see my mother’s faceRecalling from the waking visionI wept to understandThe trap mortalityAnd personal blood of earthWhich saw me in—Father fatherWhy hast thou forsaken me?Mortality & unpleasureRoam this city—Unhappiness my middle nameI want to be saved,-Sunk—can’t beWon’t beNever was made—So retch! 

Jack Kerouac
Foto: Jack Kerouac

On Tears

Tears is the break of my brow,
The moony tempestuous
Sitting downIn dark railyards
When to see my mother’s face
Recalling from the waking vision
I wept to understand
The trap mortality
And personal blood of earth
Which saw me in—Father father
Why hast thou forsaken me?
Mortality & unpleasure
Roam this city—
Unhappiness my middle name
I want to be saved,-
Sunk—can’t be
Won’t be
Never was made—
So retch! 

Jack Kerouac
— hace 1 año con 4 notas
#Jack Kerouac  #poem  #poema  #USA  #vintage photo 

No quiero, triste espíritu, volver…No quiero, triste espíritu, volverpor los lugares que cruzó mi llanto,latir secreto entre los cuerpos vivoscomo yo también fui.No quiero recordarun instante feliz entre tormentos;goce o pena es igual,todo es triste al volver.Aún va conmigo como una luz ajenaaquel destino niño,aquellos dulces ojos juveniles,aquella antigua herida.
No, no quisiera volver,sino morir aún más,arrancar una sombra,olvidar un olvido.

                         -Luis Cernuda

Foto Edward Weston

No quiero, triste espíritu, volver…

No quiero, triste espíritu, volver
por los lugares que cruzó mi llanto,
latir secreto entre los cuerpos vivos
como yo también fui.

No quiero recordar
un instante feliz entre tormentos;
goce o pena es igual,
todo es triste al volver.

Aún va conmigo como una luz ajena
aquel destino niño,
aquellos dulces ojos juveniles,
aquella antigua herida.

No, no quisiera volver,
sino morir aún más,
arrancar una sombra,
olvidar un olvido.

                         -Luis Cernuda


Foto Edward Weston


— hace 2 años con 11 notas
#Luis cernuda  #Edward Weston  #photography  #black and white  #poeta  #poema  #españa  #usa 
Each time I saw himI couldn’t wait to see him againI wanted to let him knowThat he was more than a friendI didn’t know just what to doSo I whispered I love youAnd he said that he loved me tooAnd then he kissed me
- The Crystals  ”Then he kissed me”

Arte Francesco Clemente , “El beso (1983)

Each time I saw him
I couldn’t wait to see him again
I wanted to let him know
That he was more than a friend
I didn’t know just what to do
So I whispered I love you
And he said that he loved me too
And then he kissed me

- The Crystals  ”Then he kissed me


Arte Francesco Clemente , “El beso (1983)

— hace 2 años con 1 nota
#the crystals  #then he kissed me  #kiss  #beso  #girl group  #oldies  #francesco clemente  #usa  #italia 
WW2 changed things…..
¨In 1936, more than 80% of Americans believed that women should not work if their husbands had a job and laws were proposed that would prohibit married women from workin¨
Foto Alfred T. Palmer en junio de 1942. 

WW2 changed things…..

¨In 1936, more than 80% of Americans believed that women should not work if their husbands had a job and laws were proposed that would prohibit married women from workin¨

Foto Alfred T. Palmer en junio de 1942. 

— hace 2 años con 1 nota
#mujeres  #women workers  #1936  #1943  #usa  #alfred t palmer  #ww2 

I improvised, crazed by the music… Even my teeth and eyes burned with fever. Each time I leaped I seemed to touch the sky and when I regained earth it seemed to be mine alone.

-Josephine Bake

I improvised, crazed by the music… Even my teeth and eyes burned with fever. Each time I leaped I seemed to touch the sky and when I regained earth it seemed to be mine alone.

-Josephine Bake
— hace 2 años con 6 notas
#josephine baker  #USA  #blackfashion  #quotes  #beach  #how i feel about music