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Our country is usually attributed to the press a power that does not really have. But not just ordinary magnify the image from the media, but also make some politicians warned that some are intimidated by any adverse comment that appears in newspapers and television.

These politicians, to look good with the media, acting hastily and often make decisions that, ultimately, is counterproductive for themselves and for their organization. Know how to smile on camera, loose thinking phrases in the headline the next day, but they lack political sense to act with autonomy and responsibility.

was the case of Lourdes Flores in recent elections. She yielded to pressure from certain political commentators and retired from his parliamentary list the people representing your party. Instead, people placed rookie who had little luck in the election debates. Thus, it was not recognized spokesmen in the midst of aggressive political contest. About

Lourdes required him to change his parliamentary list? It was the "public opinion", said the commentators. According to them, demanding the exit polls from Rafael Rey, Xavier Barron and Joseph Beard. Something that ultimately was not true, as proven with the published results and the high votes obtained by Rey.

The public was then a simple cliché that the commentator used to introduce into the debate their particular political views. Something I had said Walter Lipmann, the scholar of the American press, saying: "There is public opinion. What exists is public opinion. "

It is pertinent then that politicians learn to distinguish between responsibility and journalists. Political responsibility entails the cost of a wrong decision. Therefore should be carefully evaluated. Journalistic responsibility, however, is limited to the dissemination of information.

Press and politics should be kept a safe distance, watching each other to prevent misuse and abuse. This is the healthy balance of democracy. The matter is complicated when one tries to duplicate the other. Then it happens that the weakest renounce their political or journalistic responsibilities.

To avoid the mistakes of Lourdes Flores, our politicians DBEN with caution comments from analysts who speak on behalf of the public. For as stated by the Italian Giovanni Sartori, you should check that the call is truly public public .

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Aldo wore dark glasses because their eyes were like glass burst, and all around swollen and red, like an allergy. Those eyes must have been so from one day to another. I can not imagine a process of Allergy and eyes pop, to the point of Aldo. In fact it should be possible. But knowing the history of Aldo, I think it was the day his life as a driver hit the windshield of the car, when his eyes were like that. And he had no time to wipe the blood that was in the mouth, or given the time to explain to his wife, who watched as police took him away, as the car drove away, and she was standing at the door the hall looking at him, still in disbelief everything in a couple of minutes had passed through his eyes. Aldo was
scammer. He did really well. The day after that round out her business, she told anyone the details of the scam, sipping a glass of whiskey. That and wearing dark glasses, but I did not want to be recognized. Many people will want to paste, and some also wanted to see dead.
His wife never visited him in jail. He only sent a few letters, Aldo said, but she did not read. Her son did go to visit him. But he gradually lost the habit. Aldo was in prison, but if he was, then I would have to pay many bills, and easier to see escape from the prison to escape from this situation. Therefore, Aldo were forced to feel comfortable in jail. But there was a time when he had to leave. One can not be in jail long as you want.
left the prison wearing a shirt with the top button undone and no tie, a gray jacket and dark trousers. Before leaving put on his glasses. He looked at the sky, the ground floor, dry grass, and finally checked his suit and took a deep breath. He called his wife. Then
Aldo and his wife were in a bar. She and him having a drink whiskey. As in the old days, only instead of having their scams round, there was a silence, which neither was uncomfortable because his wife had nothing to say, and Aldo took the opportunity to think about how to start the conversation. They spent a few minutes. Agreed. And Jesus is? "He asked. His wife responded instantly, as if he felt more comfortable with silence. While working, he said. He lit a cigarette and offered one to his wife, who declined. Fire the waiter asked. Deep breath and faked twice before starting a conversation.
- I suppose you know the problems that I am, "
- Half the city wants to kill you," replied his wife using the same tactics as the question about your child. Aldo imagined a angry mob advancing towards him, and smiled, but little, not take the environment into the conversation.
"Oh, I bought this watch .- Jesus said, and pulled out a digital clock that marked the time. "I miss
batteries, no?
"Yes, I think so. Unless it is broken. I do not think. I bought it from a guy in a trade.
-Aha.
Silence. The waiter served a steak with mashed potatoes on the table behind the wife of Aldo.
"And your mother is? - Aldo drank whiskey and asked for the bill to the waiter. He realized that his wife was bland as ever. He remembered his wife's cooking, when Jesus was still a boy, and was having the same expression a few friends. But this time it came to a head, not even answered the question, relieved that her husband had already asked for the account. She put the bag to leave. Aldo
While putting on his coat and his wife looked at her reflection in a mirror that was in the back of the bar, the two thought the same thing: "What would Aldo now." I had no money, no job, no family support. Only had a couple of poor devils who wanted to kill him. She thought of Aldo in the coming weeks lying in a hotel room, staring at the ceiling with the remote control in hand. In shirt and pants, with pants hanging on a chair. Aldo simply could not imagine anything. It came into his mind the image of angry people coming at him with rakes and torches. I smile back, feeling half confused.
The two left the bar. Aldo to one side, his wife for the other. They greeted only with a goodbye. When he reached the corner he realized he had stopped the clock for your child. Turned around, entered the bar, saw the clock on the table, put it on. Checked the time. It was agreed that lacked batteries.
left the bar.

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conductive legs separate the gold

The friend of my father that I was daft out one day to hunt.
He went to a field where he always went and got his shotgun.
was fat, his mouth and stuck to the inside and a straw hat.
The last time I saw him was when I was in my father's red truck.
He was with the straw hat, a plaid shirt and a enterito.
Then when I started the truck looked back as his figure was going away.
I understood why he did not look back. No waved or anything.
He stood with his legs apart, touching his cheek.
Then he went hunting on a Wednesday no one was working.
My father said he was a danger he hunts alone. It
he saw something moving among the bushes and fired and felt a scream.
then ran behind the bushes and there was a black man lying on the floor, shaking.
The black sweat a lot and had his blue shirt covered in blood.
The friend of my father was looking for a while. I did not understand what happened. But he was not quite right.
The black screaming asking for help. A cry that mingled with white teeth, full lips, brown eyes, sweat and a lot of blood.
The friend of my father looked at him trembling tongue with every scream, and then looked at his blood, and realized he did not feel anything right.
It started to get dizzy, had nausea until he vomited. Vomited
above blue shirt full of black blood. And vomited again, and finally spit until her mouth was fairly dry.
deep breath through your mouth. I was sweating a lot too.
knees, looked up at the sun that covered the whole scene, and dazzled him. Supported
fat sweaty hands on the grass, then passed them by its lack of gray hair, leaving it covered with dirt, weeds and grass and some ant.
The cry of black was quitting to become a groan and then a sob.
my father's friend did not know what to do. He stopped trying to balance. I was still dizzy. Then he took off his shirt and put it over the dying man and began to mourn. And started asking to please not die, but black was dying, and the friend of my father, with their big eyes bulging, did not know what to do.
cried and cried loudly, it made the situation uncontrollable.
decided it best to leave the place and forget everything.
And among the major weeds and bushes started walking, looking back every so often, and wiping her tears and runny nose with a handkerchief in the pocket of his jeans.
And he went away, until the dying out of sight.
then found a tree that was a little shade and pulled to rest.

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(women and monkeys II)

Analía, Adriana and Mary Virginia.
The three living alone in an apartment. Adriana
out of the bathroom.
has long hair, black and stuck to his head.
has a totally stupid and nasty smile. They sound
keys. It is Mary Virginia.
- Look what I bought! - Joyful cries.
All hands look as white as death and long fingernails, a
Take something old and wrinkled brown bag.
is a zebra print dress and a pink and green buttons glued to the sides. Analía Adriana
and shout in unison. Analía
At the same time is touching the hair.
says smiling, "I you're going to have to change a night for the gold."
With the "gold" refers to gold sequined dress. Although some already have the color of the plate. Mary Virginia
looks serious. There is an intense, short, awkward silence. Will the remembered
the "day that passed Adriana crown." That day (they say so when they talk among them) went to dance where they do every day and Adriana got drunk and, as in the department, he vomited on the gold sequin dress carrying

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