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-Variations on a Theme of Love (10)

10. no end. I write and without a doubt and your name alone in mind, your name that contains what was not and whose lines are at the same time the shortest distance and infinity. Addition and reconciliation of all opposites. Just one more time will write your name and the last, still looking to lock eternity in five letters. No end your name alone on the last line of the last page as you type. I raise my pen in search of the magic word that is last but not finished. I want to write your name without end or not to write any more so it does not end. Stealing lyrics to dreams and insomnia to write your name in ink of tears and blood that will allow me a single, final word and keep you always set you free. Without end.

was needed little, too little to be happy, but until recently you took and not happy you took everything. You took the hope and future, you left me forever trapped in a world beyond time. You took all love, except your name, sad, and more mine than yours, your name is perhaps the key to start anew, to fill the gaps in your absence with memories, smiles and silhouettes of hands and do not touch me again, with pale or distorted images your eyes do not tell me you want without speaking. At first there is little that needed to be happy, but not anything left. You took the ray of light, trivial drop of water, all you took and I do not know if the memory serves as a comfort that is just another aspect of torment. If you close your eyes and dream works because the dream is always awake. Awakening at the end of the world without light or east, awakening in the infinity of your absence, lost in the darkroom in your name and mine and play echoed between the walls and silence. Waking up in the room you have left no return, where your hand and mine once, but never again. Nothing left. Sleep escape and hope, you took everything because I do not know without waking dream of you crying, injured for life.

Without final beyond a lifetime. No end to think you and miss you all know that you took and your name is just like a lonely echo returns me your absence without image. Your name is the beginning and end of this maze sad I do not know or do not want to leave or I can because I still tie my words and yours. Without end, said. No final vow. Wove endless dreams. Endless life and were able to build new worlds, but now, hanging, executed, nothing remains on the rest of my body to walk or stand, nothing between my eyes to dream and build. Nothing makes my heart and knees to lift the front. There is no escape or hope because you took everything. Without end.

Because unlike love or the presence, only giving up is endless. Hugs are limitless, the tenderness in a glance is endless and every smile has indelibly written and expiration date. But the drop does not end, knows no limits or deadlines, the absence is all that precedes and follows you relentlessly, dark abyss that is impossible to give back, all-encompassing and transforms it into oblivion. Oblivion without end as well, will end without losing the lines on your face and your hands, the faint trace of your scent on my skin. No end you I'll be losing up only your name on the last line of the last page where, with tears and blood will make you eternal by name.

And yet, although I've pulled all reduced to ashes and our brave new world, lifting the pen with your name with no end in principle recover a little of everything that you stole and destroyed. Words, like you said once, words that were not enough to change your world but did my back to give space to smash it. Words may change the world again and make this so always first and always about endless. Words like eternal division of the distance.

Final eternal and the distance you multiply every moment, every step of resignation that separates you from me and all the dreams that wove together. Eternal division while continuing ever onward, the time it begins in your drop and it never ends because they never return. Distance increases with time without end, with each sleepless night where your eyes do not seek and I find your voice. Time, distance and possibilities that are reflections of what it was and what could be. All results in useless words that I repeat over and over again in a vacuum to kill game on impossible in your absence in your ghost lurks in every stranger who crosses the street, in school hallways and anywhere, everywhere your shadow without a body that is made in each body of material that I hope you smile and always gives me strange, emptiness and loneliness. Infinite

the end of the world, with no end time and the words, looks and bodies, shadow of yours that always haunt me in my dreams every night without hope, dreams that wake wounded for life without final. Now I do not know if I want to sleep or insomnia because this horrible waking dreams and bring comfort. Consuelo is your name where your memory closure, memory and grief is relief because you are not. You took everything and just because your name is lonely and sad, now mine, your name and first and last word from which I can reconstruct the past, our twenty days. That cut no you could not take no tear but all I took away. Twenty days to divide into hours, minutes and seconds to go on like this until you reach an infinite number, irrational, to the moment more small and insignificant to occupy the end of the world and let me return the light that you took the universe of your absence without end. Light arising from the detailed account and all of every look, every sigh, caress and kiss. Each change in your skin, every cell that has died in it and was stuck in me, dark trail of your touch. Story and perfect description of how you move, giver of death, thief of hope that you form with molecules constantly evolving, always the same and other, my love, always the same in my mind but always one at every moment, accelerated death and resurrection that gave the body to be hugged and died the next breath. Exist far away, another, but you no longer exist, the same, which was and disappeared into my arms. My memory is a vacuum eternal as your absence, and eternal shall describe our twenty days divisible to infinity, eternal but just enough to escape my mind and fill the space with no end in your game.

But they are words I say. Words are useless I have left and the first of these is your name. I lift my pen to write it. I take a moment to resurrect endless what was your name before, which is now lonely and sad your name mine, I want to overcome the words and find a way impossible to live infinite twenty days and try to imagine all the happiness and you stole, happiness was never like it was mine. But the clouds nothing is built. I lift the pen and your name is about, plain and simple lines about to write with ink of tears and blood. A point of writing your last name and start to mourn without stopping, caught in the moment of the end of the world, in darkness, sad. Levanto point pen to write and write anything. Because everywhere, anywhere, reach me your voice and a smile that says I love you. 'I'm no', says a voice that is yours and no, 'but I'm with you I'm no'. On the wall of this labyrinth without end, scaffold always postponed, delayed execution always, your letter in red ink and blood on the wall writing 'I love you until the end of the world. " Dead rock wall like reliving my body back with your words that are breath, blood, wax and ink on the sentencing of a new beginning.

words, ink and blood on the immovable wall of the end of the world. Blood from our hands they will wear touch, our lips that kiss until it hurts, the blood of our bodies have died of love for twenty days. Blood of your soul and mine, blood formula that are impossible, the magic phrase that finally reconciles all opposites. Since the end of the world are beginning, since the departure a new meeting. And with the blood of the heart that annihilated and did pieces, write the words start to form again.

Your voice reaches me from the infinite distance and time of your absence. Ink and blood to write the impossible into the wall of my prison to which I bind my words and yours. Words in the book where I write and are more prison serious. But in this prison book, on the last page your letter red ink, blood and tears. 'I love you until the end of the world. " For the last time I trust. I raise my pen and write your name not mine alone and that you deleted. I raise my pen and write that I love you without end, in the absence or presence and even in this impossible combination of opposites.

Then the white snake demon, enemy honest prosecutor and is now owner of my soul cries out 'has a boyfriend' and bites. And then, with a touch of its forked tongue in my ear question, soft, seductive: Will you put an end to the endless love that you swore? White snake demon sinks its fangs and glutted with my pain, mouth and body filled with shouts, friend, lover, absence and presence, it does not matter, you hurt for life. You are mine and mine is as its name. Without end.

is right. Known. Although I did not know what he said. The white snake demon always knew. I think of dragons, we paint with ink and blood on the body failed guardians of my soul and my body I pawned to the devil and madness to see you smile. I failed. It is no longer my white snake demon. I am yours. I raise my pen with trembling hands and write what I say, what I feel. What I do not know what it means. I raise my pen and write: no end.

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The glorious independence process was crowned by two major battles fought by our military against the royalist forces, following the proclamation of July 28, 1821, still remained in our territory struggled to regain our people. One of these battles was that of Ayacucho, where the value of our troops earned us the victory. • What happened to the days before the battle? · When was fought the battle of Ayacucho and how it developed? • What was the situation before the battle? • How was Ayacucho's capitulation, and what is the importance of this fact? · But ... That would end all?
After the battle of Junín, Cuzco Canterac retire, La Serna take command of the royalist troops and reorganized its army would move to Ayacucho, in this scenario would develop a complex strategy game, La Serna intended to surround and cut the Patriots communicating these to the coast, meanwhile avoided Sucre realistic strategy, came to be some skirmishes but no major importance. In October 1824, Bolivar decided to return to the coast, why would the news of the arrival of ships at the port of Callao realistic, plus the arrival of an army of support from Colombia. Bolivar Lima would be convened in November and Pativilca to organize a new ejercito.El December 3 the patriot troops suffered a defeat in Matara, after which the royal army took the heights of Mount Condorcunca, while the Patriots were placed in Pampa de Quinoa. It was Dec. 9 and the armies were ready for battle.

At dawn on a Thursday, December 9, 1824, Sucre Arengaría patriotic soldiers with these short but eloquent words! "Soldiers!, From today's efforts depends the fate of South America. Another glorious day will crown your admirable perseverance " Cordova and his party proclaimed "Division, Forward! weapons at will! Pass winners!", while giving the order to attack. At approximately at 10 am both armies braided in fierce battle, the royalists had the advantage in terms of location on the battlefield, they would start attacking on three fronts: Valdez rammed down the left flank against troops La Mar, which fiercely resisted, and he was about to give sucre would send two divisions to support it. Also sent to target Córdova Villalobos was located on the left realistic action would succeed because Villalobos was devastated. The English cavalry attack on Miller, who emerged victorious, after which the withdrawal would begin realistically, who could not redo the line, The Viceroy La Serna was wounded and assumed command Canterac but would soon accept the offer of surrender to them The battle sent Mar.La have lasted about 3 hours, ending at the top of the hill Condorcunca were counted three hundred killed and about six hundred wounded in the patriot army in 1400 and nearly killed by the royalists, took over a thousand prisoners, fourteen pieces of artillery and more than 2500 guns.

After the confrontation of the two armies and in the same field battle, the capitulation was signed, many say was gracious to the English but makes it clear that the finality of our independence. This capitulation was agreed the following: • Recognition of the full independence of Peru by Spain. · Delivery of places taken by the English in the liberating army, with all the military as weapons, artillery, etc. This included the port of Callao. · It would free the English prisoners and the Peruvian government agreed to pay the return trip to their homeland. · We respect the ownership of the English settled in Peru. · The government of Peru agreed to recognize the English government debt. The Battle of Ayacucho marked the end of English rule in America. This sealed the independence of Peru and the continent.

ambitions transcend the English crown to this, they then try to regain Peru by different means, after the English capitulation hand over their places taken by them, except for two soldiers under his command had considerable battalions these were Olañeta in Upper Peru and Rodil in Callao. Olañeta refused to hand over the place under his command, yet their own soldiers revolted and killed him in Tumusla (Bolivia) in April 1825. Rodil Brigadier refused to deliver the Callao and in command of 2200 troops entrenched in the Castles of Real Felipe. Bolívar ordered to lay siege to the fortress and was very long and bloody, would last until January 22, 1826, after which Rodil surrender when there were only 400 of the 2200 soldiers, most died of famine or disease suffered result of poor hygienic conditions in which they were. End his days there also Jose de Torre Tagle, who as president was forced to take refuge in the castle, having been negotiating with the English. The capitulation to Rodil and his troops was kind and allowed to return to Spain, where he was received with honors by Ferdinand VII. (Information taken from http://www.educared.pe/ )

ACTIVITIES:

1. SAYS:

A) Why is it important for the Patriots win in Ayacucho?

B) Do you think the Surrender of Ayacucho was benevolent as some historians consider it? Why?

C) With the signing of the capitulation of Ayacucho is finished, finally, the problems with Spain? Why?

2. Watch the video on Sucre and the Battle of Ayacucho. Then answer the following questions:

a) Why in the video said that "Peru is a country difficult to understand?

b) What were you looking Sucre to harangue the men under his command before beginning of the battle of Ayacucho? They worked their words?

c) What attitude shows when approaching Sucre La Serna after giving up?

d) Do you like the video? Why?

e) Do you consider important I worked today in the classroom Telematics and why?

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Variations on a Theme of Love (9)

9. You never know what you are saying not until later, when it is too late. However much one has always known what he does not know. I guess ultimately that's the only thing left to say and that's why I write so far, no surrender, no doubt. Ever wondered if perhaps enough to enclose your name and repeat for eternity the fantasies and illusions that I conceived from the first glance. I wondered if I could see beyond the dream or hope, if you know you separate your body, your mind, what you up my soul. Ever got the pen with your name and preferred to keep quiet about, because I wanted pure, I wanted yours, not mine. Today I know that somehow did not know what he said, but each of my words was true. I got your name, yours and mine now beginning to be hopeless and lonely you my name.

Your name, and mine alone, they would not be attached to your face or your smile. Write your name and lock into words what it was. Your name no longer mine because it remains attached to your face or your reality, but the memory starts to resemble more and more diffuse and remote from your first smile, her due date. Your first smile and not illusion, but is rewritten now for your absence and your resignation as the only sure sign of doom. At first just a little to be happy, then nothing is enough. Nothing. Not even the memory is reconfigured and vanishes without a remedy. You lose the light in the darkness and shadows are darker. I love you, I wrote and read over my shoulder. Then it was beautiful, now it is sad and perhaps one of the most painful moments of life. Because I'll never have enough of you, because today you chose to leave me with only twenty days since my first I love you to your absence, let me twenty-four days of absence that were robbing me of hope. And with just two days, a few hours before me you're leaving. Had not even finished when you were going to get again. If infinity is not enough, what good twenty days of love? Twenty days ... Your name and mine alone for now is this, your name is my pain, your fading memory. Your name is mine and no longer states but your absence, your presence passenger. Mine alone and your name is now just a word that reminds me that I lost something but it returns a shadow of what I lost.

You do not know what he says and yet he says the truth: you are the pain that never ends. I painted you a pat on the arm, first of all our caresses. I thought you would give a new meaning to smile. A caress impossible to live day life. Even more impossible because you're going and your name is mine and I have no hope of seeing, let alone touch you. There was a caress, and was the first. It was the first step towards this target then was still to happen and today is already hopeless. Your name I refused to write would shape my destiny, I wrote, that told me when I moved even lost in the labyrinth of time. Today, at the edge of the end of the world know your name describes my destiny, because it's not yours is mine and all I have is my imagination then, you neglect and letters painted on paper. Then everything was about to happen. Today, nothing remains. The world over. Now everything is gone. When everything is about, is that going to end and although you do not know what he says, telling the truth.

You're not my left, guessing the words I paint in a notebook. I have come to the end of the labyrinth of time and dreams. I did not know what he said as he thought looking at everything from a perspective outside of time. When the time when it is beyond time, but it is far from all hope. Now I can see everything clearly, the line between your purity of my dreams is plotted with solid lines that I write your name. Crooked lines, boundaries that move and lost in labyrinthine curves where there is no exit. Where there was no way out as everything could be, while everything was about. Now, however, there is no entry or return. The borders were closed and all doors, the last light of the world escaped. So see you thinking wrote in slowly read you my words to fall in love. But I knew they are just words. Now I write with certainty that my words will not reach your ears. My letter will not reach your eyes and my voice will echo in the emptiness and darkness. At the end are just words, but did not know what he said then, and now I know and I would not know it. Write your name, I said, when there is no question whether hope or curse. There is no hope. Now I know what he said.

I can not ask you not to go not because you're gone. And wish, ask that you would not have been meaningless. You're gone and we must learn to live in a world where the end of our twenty-one days together describe your body the perfect sign undeniably says are words. I can not ask you not to go, do not leave me alone, wounded for life against endless sunsets that I can retrieve your name and my words, but not your voice or your body or your baby. Words, Salua, useless words did little to keep your smile and your joy. Treasonable words I took a piece, the last of the soul and put your feet to tear it apart. You go, you left. And you will hope magic words, smile and eternity. You go and take it with you all, to my words. Do not go, I asked from day one. But you did not care that you left.

And now, since the absence and beyond time and dreams, could continue to vary, write endless articles about a love extinct. Transform that love died in endless variations on a theme of love that never ends. Remedy their extinction and death with words. But it makes no sense. My words will not have light to read. Echoes are useless and meaning. You're not reading them. So for one last time, Salua, lift the pen and write your name. For the last time and that you hear me and come back some day, I tell you I love you, Salua with no end I love you. Hopefully last words are recorded in your heart even though the weather destroy them and everything has an end. Last words last longer than me and you and the shorts, insufficient day you gave me almost like an eternity. Listen carefully if you still can. I love you, Salua, without end. Do not go.

course you never know what he says, may not be the last words. Perhaps one day return.

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PREHISTORY: The Paleolithic Prehistory

the human past, since the man stands on the ground to the invention of writing, is the field of study of prehistory. This period would have begun about three million years ago and has been divided into two periods: Stone Age and Metal Age. The longest period of human history known as the Stone Age and is characterized by the man makes preferential use of this material for making tools and daily utensils
The Stone Age is divided into three phases: the Palaeolithic, named comes from the Greek "paleo" meaning old and "lithic" which means stone. In other words, is the Old Stone Age. It is followed by the Mesolithic, a period of transition. Finally, there is the Neolithic, the last phase of the Stone Age, where the man is able to domesticate plants and animals.

The Paleolithic
The Paleolithic was developed during the Pleistocene period, characterized by that the Earth was covered with extensive ice sheets and endured extreme cold or ice ages. It is believed that the main cause of this cooling was the change of Earth's orbit around the Sun, which made the duration and intensity of the stations prolonged. The first men had to endure long and very cold winters, while summers were short and not very warm. Then

know some aspects of the life of Palaeolithic man:

FROM SIDE TO ANOTHER
Paleolithic people form small groups averaging 20 to 25 people, who are often called bands . Should move according to the stations to facilitate the search of different food sources and materials for its caves, clothing and tools, for it is said that they were nomads.
Early Paleolithic men, ie the homo habilis and homo erectus, used guns rather coarse stone, which suggests they were not great hunters. They were probably scavengers, ie taking advantage of the meat of dead animals. But the activity that was made harvesting of fruits, flowers, mushrooms, roots, seeds, nuts, insects and eggs. In addition, hunting and fishing, using harpoons and spears.

FIRE CONTROL
One of the most important discoveries for humanity was to control the fire. Early human groups took advantage wildfires, such as those caused by lightning, but did not know how to produce. Today we know that Homo Erectus were living in China the first to produce and control fire half a million years ago. It was a momentous event: making life easier in cold areas, provided protection against some animals and allowed to cook food making it more digestible.






HOW DID?
Paleolithic people had no way of knowing why they produce rain, eclipses or disease. To explain resorted to animism, ie believed that the forces or elements of nature like the sun, trees and animals had a spirit that could be reached and influenced to act on their behalf.


ART As man evolves, appear in the qualities that make him different from his ancestors, this is possible by the development of intelligence. Thus we find the first cave paintings. These paintings appear with the arrival of Homo sapiens and were inside the caves they inhabited. Showed hunting scenes. Some think that these paintings were made for magical purposes and others think that only show the relationship with the world around them. Also arise the first burials, which suggests that they believed in life after death.



Later, when homo sapiens sapiens emerge (Cro-Magnon) small statues were carved from bone, stone and ivory. The favorite subject was the female figure, which was generally thick enough to highlight the attributes of fertility. The tools were refined and built houses with animal skins.

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: The Neolithic

late Paleolithic, it begins a period of change, both for the Earth as for men. We have seen that during the Paleolithic Earth was covered by extensive ice sheets at that stage was called the Pleistocene glaciations. But then, these ice sheets would begin to withdraw, causing an increase in flora and fauna, improve the conditions for human development. Thus began a new stage in the evolution of the Earth called the Holocene. During the Holocene

develop the periods called Mesolithic (Middle Stone) and Neolithic (New Stone). During these periods, the technique for making stone tools significantly improved: the stone is polished with sand to give a better finish.
is believed the Mesolithic would have begun about the year 10 000 a. C. and ending in the year 8 000 a. C., when the man discovered agriculture. As you can see, this period was the transition from men hunters - gatherers of the Paleolithic and Neolithic farmers.

Mesolithic Mesolithic man continued to live in caves, but now it was for longer periods because they had discovered a new activity. At some point the man must have realized that by placing seeds on the ground and with the help of a little water appear a plant, the same as with the passage of time would provide food. Probably the first attempts were made to cultivate small plots of land, digging with the help of a stick or with his own hands. In this first attempt to cultivate the land is called horticulture and would become a kind of primitive agriculture.
This new activity must be, surely, by women, while men were hunting and gathering. So passed a man's life during the Mesolithic.

THE NEOLITHIC

polished stone axes of the Neolithic

In approximately 8 000 a. C begins a new period of human history called the Neolithic. During this period major changes took place that transformed human life. The Neolithic would end the year 4 000 a. C. Here are some features of Neolithic man:

· Discover agriculture. We have seen that Mesolithic man discovers horticulture was a primitive agriculture, because not used any tools or agricultural engineering. Agriculture appears with the invention of the plow, the use of fertilizers, artificial irrigation and crop rotation. In this way one could obtain large quantities of food, which led to man the hunter - gatherer to become a farmer.

· It becomes sedentary. The emergence of agriculture meant a change in the way of life of man. The man stopped being nomads to become sedentary, ie went to live fully in one place, to cultivate the land. So they left their caves to build their first homes.

· tamed some animals. The first to be domesticated animals were dogs, goats and possibly sheep. The last two animals were domesticated in order to have meat, wool and leather. Instead, it appears that the dog looked for human companionship, perhaps motivated by the assurance of power supply, that is to be understood that the man was not going to miss food.

· appears social organization. The men who were engaged agriculture were increasing and also increased the number of dwellings. The man felt the need to protect their crops and seeds, then had to organize. So some are devoted to leading the group, resulting in the ruling class, while others only to cultivate the land.

· We invented clay pottery to put the fire, creating several vessels.