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One day, a November and three friends ...

November 2008, 1:30 a.m.

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November nights usually ironic in the truest sense of the word obtuse and in turn embrace the full meaning of a rainy afternoon, the time covered by the memory and nostalgia, are the first rogue incentives to reflect that there was an afterlife or the long distance say, "the less there." The uncertainty of happiness and the possibility of loneliness, converge on the mental breakdown of myself, the "Marxist history that concert," the "I will be not me." There, in the midst of this nothing affluent mysteries and mobs, not sitting in a chair, staring at a horizon not contemplating an infinity of truths and lies necessities of life, understand that you have friends or at least close to their bodies existence of simple or complex afformations, subjective sense and objective love, laughter and seas, sweat, tears and gall.

Darkness is

the light beam more clear thinking, and meditation produces exciting effervescence hearts of the false poets and rhymes are known. How bitter is the life without the authorities close to our existence, living substances, referred to by the accident of the abnormal.

November showed me three pictures, three features of the imagination evening, three parts of my uncertainty, three times to show.

I

How sweet it is to be surrounded by the implications of a poet friend, who in their frenzies of a thousand loves and passions of a thousand absurd grudges, close your word in hand, heard by an old heart vain. How hopeful are you friend poet! In the midst of your poems are short peace in hearts and bitter infertile vague thoughts of yesterday's hostage. How kind of you friend poet! Your tunes made argento syllables, moved by the pure volcanoes of anger and valleys of beautiful singing harmonies. How naive you are a friend poet!, Thinking that with the beautiful lyrics and literature obese, you can redeem or bring happiness to the souls bitter, dark by their evil lives, and yet ... How wonderful you are a friend poet!, For your hope and indifference to the tragedy or joy of life and death dead in life, the evil smile of crooked princesses and ladies in waiting to show his shame at the height of their skirts, the cure incurable and grotesque, of the Moors in Spain, Hispanics in Teotihuacan. How

friend are a poet! What a poet you friend! How much life is in us! ... Today not find you in my lyrics, you're not on the seat no poet, no pairs of lines, or think of obscene literature, do not let the music of Dvorak.

II

reflections No, stop Kierkegaard's time, not quarrel more to Heidegger, Nietzsche did not go crazy, provides calm, do not imitate Siddhartha. Do not give me crap friend thinker of transcendence of man do not understand what my stupidity so simple? My existence is not complicated What is the substance of your thoughts mate? What thoughts do you think if I take to a more ideal, more relaxed, more full of peace? Long troubles my heart, you filled the wilderness turned into endless questions Why do you care a lot about life? Why dig when? Why define the method? investigate why me? Why define God? Why do you care about consciousness?
However, I thank you friend thinker, but the thought is ambiguous and lacking in meditation - and I say because my understanding is not lacking treats dialectic of both talked me-there are several I thank you for allowing me to see outside the bubble in which the "we" perceive realities of others, a look at "other", a reason beyond the systemic logic, a simple and detailed understanding of my condition Cartesian universe.

Every weekend visit el café de nuestras tontas e irracionales charlas, donde tú me atormentabas con las aseveraciones de la filosofía y las crueldades epistemológicas de la ciencia y de la vida. Nunca me hubieras mentado a Comte, aún me molesta el dogma científico, prefiero mil y una veces a mi amigo el poeta,   no por sus letras, si no porque sin saber filosofar comprende mejor la vida que la filosofía, tú bien sabes que Comte nunca incursionó bien en ninguna de las dos…
¡Que momentos aquellos! Tus ojos destellaban hirsutas miradas cuando mentabas a Hegel, tus manos tomaban furtivamente la copa de esos vinos de Leipzig,   seguías tratando to refute the subjective perceptions of the idea and matter. How angry you were with Hegel.

Now that knowledge has won the race and I could not reach it, I realize sad friend, thinking of obviousness. I know what the philosophers do not cry, think, and that the offenses for which they are not syllogisms poorly made, but believe me friend, that as man is perishable, it is vain, never occurred to you explain the immortality, we are now paying the consequences.
Thanks buddy, your hand has guided philosophical incipient to enjoy my feet no knowledge of my consciousness for no reason and logic is not supreme, it is worth tell you about too many paths taken by the assumption, by my old ways in the philosophy of error, there I found peace of mind not charmed my soul, then I am more than happy, I am stern, try to be, I'm not crazy partner, recalls that taught me one hundred sophistries, the only one understood what "not to be when they exist, when there is, being if not exist", hence the importance of that in the end did not understand the structure, but it the message of denial to think that would readily understand. In other words, old friend, there is no pure philosophy, there are different ways of life and conceptual paths method no discussion, no love in the silence, no logic, there are obvious, there is no existence, there is a being, there is no me, there are a circumstance, there is no you, there's no I in you, no have, there is actually a vanity, a sigh, a joy, a freedom of life.

III

The stars claim their queen, they know that today will not always converge at the same time, waiting for the same appointment, the lady looking silver unorthodox cosmic smile . My disappointment in November begins to feel the grief of runaway climate and contractions of incordura of non-chair, demanding to continue with the last friend, the friend at night, the companion of all, he who cares when the levels of unconsciousness are greater than the reverse.

The flash of light, moved all mental processes, as is philosophical, poetic accent, his company unique, no need of thought or of prose, no creating logical lines and even less songs, more, madness and the poet seems to have with my friend, so is silence, call him lover. Whether it is written, four paragraphs, two prolepsis, three Hail Marys and a mockery of the tavern, but none resembles his presence, a friend of them is the uniqueness of two consciousnesses matching each other, not call Elena, but finds the weaknesses vilest of men, can not find a clear name for it no nickname could describe the wonder of your stay on this earth do case is Mary? It is possible if the signifier of it does not lose the connotation of the image described by anyone in the labyrinth of coincidence.

This time I'll call Mary, just by coincidence with what I said and what you think. My friend Mary, do not consider this as a poem, or as something busy a la reflexión, empecemos a hablar de otro tipo de lenguaje, tampoco sugiero la trova de Alejandro Santiago ó tus favoritos de Serrano, de esas algarabías de Filio o Aute, de Silvio o Delgadillo. El lenguaje que me enseñaste es una institución condicional de lo que parece ser, es, y es muy posible que será, no olvides el código de las incoherencias, de esas donde el batiscafo es más que un submarino y el abismo más que un espacio obscuro y vacío. No sueltes mi mano María, no sueltes el espacio de esperanza. Hoy no recuerdo tu nombre, pero sí tus manos, puede ser que no existas, pero ¿A quién le importa? ¿Si la memoria no está en la silla? ¿De qué hablamos cuándo cantamos friend? What did you think when you bañabas in exile of solitude immersed in the seas of the Caribbean? Benedetti Do not think about my dear, Botija never cried, Goethe was confused, I do not know whether lecturing or talking in his sleep, just make out the study with food.

Today is a right to prevail in the extravagant celebration of the dawn. Thanks friend, to complete what was not mine, and show the scars of the almond eyes marked on the water where it did not rain. Although it is monotonous, as the poet will tell you: How kind of you mate! abscissa provoking my mind, How good you are! loving day, princess at night; How delicious you are! posthumous my pillow and shameless of hearts, Queen of perfect play checkers and chess, I think of you as believe in stones, believe in your word, as I believe in the sheets of the room, believe in your claridez for me as I believe in ghosts.

not play with me friend, and not thinking too much, you could be like my friend the philosopher, is still thinking that knowledge is an end unto itself. Mary Do not you want revenge? Forgive me if he "still I love you" is a sequel and repetition human, do not lose hope that there is something divine and I hope your vengeance in the afterlife, while I will be patient with the pillow near the horizon not in a chair.

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may I arrived early in November, would not imagine many things for my four friends, the only four friends, who will not let me on the boat, but in the bar, I prefer the cognac whiskey, let not this time to meditate on the bench and watching the window without stars, perhaps you can return in October to November, November may never come, tomorrow will buy a chair.

The Lonely Soul Raphael Armattoe

The nature of man to find the truth, his insistence on alienating the complex understanding of self, both his own, like the " another, "is nothing more than the game of a dialectic of self and the environment, translated into space traspolaciones failed attempts to convince its limitations as a naked man. Unattainable truth has been replaced by reality, and if it can be constructed and manipulated, is taken as a good substitute for something obviously impossible, from a perception agnostic and marginal.
, confronted with reality, it is possible to bring out the impossible, as the generation of models perfect as perfect markets, which in constant terms exist and are part of a royal complex of economic theory, but in a pragmatic context and objective do not exist. Then establishing the relationship between error, subjective and objective.

The error arises the need to actually start building the loss, may also be part of the complex dialectic of praxis, or justification of not being able to explain the whole, building models of highly specific, vanity to flourish analysis and econometric models bloom.

Human evolution is due to the speed of error, failure or predictable protection of stochastic variables, the same mistake, has made progress in science itself. Descartes Man becomes Man technology (homo faber), whose artificiality is intended to reduce mistakes and increase range of the capitalist system, generating more accumulation, begins not be him, sacrificing her for an unlimited finite reality in their loss , so, sometimes afraid to feel cold. Everything is settled under the scheme of error, increases then success, because this phenomenon is predictable, is comprehensive and innovative. Note that in a framework of existentialism, everything is presented as a necessary evil, and this explains the current system, please because of statistics and other scientific-technological tools to continue the domination of the ruling class: "I understand now the fault, now I understand the confidence interval and explain the movement of stock by the probability, I now believe and immerse myself in classic reality of the invisible hand, to protect society, and think about it in the full destruction, I think as in nihilism "-appointment system. Again, the naked man tries to settle in a erratic field, but "possible", thus explaining the error to the same class exploitation and manipulation techno-scientific, here begins what is called first world development, but not wrong, prefer to see the error as the range of opportunities achieve maximum benefit and maximum satisfaction, the development of human cognition, which in Aristotelian terms was known as accident and error learning is that everyone, including using it to explain the science and the dominant system.

That the phenomenology of error does not help us to construct realities, or lost in the "exhaustive analysis" of the specification of nowhere, as the manipulation of variables to achieve homoscedasticity, serve as a tool for discovery of "other realities." What if, this tool can be a variable in the quantum of existence? Would you return to the game of possibilities? "Possibly", but if you look to another paradigm, perhaps in another time we are explaining the error in a different economic system, perhaps this perception fails. But do not conceive in the absence, do not miss the holistic, do not forget that we are bound to know the universe, we are thinking beings border, we are also the "man of Job" (man of faith), but contemporary product of history and revolution qualitative and quantitative product of the doubt, of wisdom, and of course the error.

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PHILOSOPHY CRITICAL ERROR FOR COMMERCIAL RADIO MEXICO

The following paragraph is made in early 2008, based on the output of Carmen Aristegui of the "today" issued on W Radio, which was an intentional act censorship to freedom of expression.

throughout the country is brewing a usual phenomenon in the imperialist system is the phenomenon of mediation of information by consortia of power in our country is not devoid of such companies, only as every culture has its peculiar features, ie a specification of the use of information and ideology.

Current radio programs, seek to keep this class in power, in the subtlest way possible: "entertainment", this leads to a program whose purpose is the Symbolic dumbing down of culture, even falling into a relativism of consciousness. The radio after television news media is the second largest in the country, therefore their influence in society is highlighted.

Como todo sistema capitalista, en donde los valores actuales son traducidos al social conformismo y la manipulación de la información a la acumulación del capital, la radio pues, tiene como fin la comercialidad, sin importar los efectos psico-sociológicos y económicos que traerá. Ante esta circunstancia la libertad de expresión no es más que un eufemismo de pan comunicación, así que no es de sorprenderse que toda palabra escuchada de la radio provenga de una conciencia y pensamiento que no es del individuo, sino más bien del que determina la conducta y conciencia de ese individuo.

El sistema de Radio está manejado por dos large consortia: Televisa and Grupo Prisa, the first is hoarding the TV market with TV Azteca and 51% of the shares of the national radio and the second is a English newspaper owner the country and 45% of the shares radio, How can there be freedom of expression in a duopoly system information?, if there exists freedom of expression social equity, because freedom is a common constant that expresses the sense of equality, all are free in this we are equal. In our current system of commercial radio, watch as the gun is seen as critical of the system and hook the same Rumos as a vivid example of this complex is the de facto removal of the most respected journalist in the field of criticism, Carmen Aristegui, leakage due to pressure from the group televisa hurry, the newspaper Le Monde of Paris, regretted his departure, saying that the driver "hit his critical style was incompatible with the new editorial model. "

currently continues with programs and drivers uncritical, lacking in analytical content, that keep the game of entertainment, such as Peter Ferris and other programs with subversive as some of Reggaeton music. Social wear is imminent, to paraphrase Karl Popper (quoted by Alvaro Cepeda) "commercial radio in Mexico, like television, is a bad teacher," he added, without being pessimistic ... and we as a society, bad boys.

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