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viernes, 26 de febrero de 2010

Equal treatment for all prisoners.


Equal treatment for all prisoners.

Many years ago. A political prisoner, recluse in one of Peru's concentration camps, witch name can be: Castro Castro, Chayapalca or Yanamayo, / isn't is important the name because all peruvian jails are the same /... He had suffered a stroke or heart attack. The other political prisoners made the efforts to call the Emergency but can not make anything, He dying within hours of the mishap occurred. The principal man of this jail, neither wanted, to warn his family to give their died familiar a Christian burial. The died political prisoner was on the jail's clink / of political prisoners / for three days after He die; and just after there a delegate from the International Red Cross through is able to notify about the mishap occurred to His family . When the gendarmerie knew about this information, they bother and calls the doctors and the nurses, but the man had been dead several days. I didn't understand: what all the fuss ? if our brother had already died.

That's only a few part from the lawlessness in Peruvian prisons, many political prisoners have died from lack of medical care, the list is so long. There was the real scientific experiments to infect everyone prisoners with different diseases. It is the case of a political prisoner who was infected with HIV. Well as you can understand that someone who is imprisoned for more than ten years from, and He never had sex in all that time. Besides a political prisoner has are sacred life, because of their political position and vision, He hasn't a promiscuous life; like has it, all of the criminal mеn in the jail.

In another case, a political prisoner in a jail in the north, his parents died in a traffic accident, leaving the orphan. Permission was requested for the prisoner to attend the funeral of their loved ones. But the authorities refused to grant permission for this prisoner to attend the funeral of his parents.

I wonder: there is equal treatment for all prisoners?



There are political prisoners who have fought for what they believe right. But there are too: a common prisoners, who have robed from the country everything as they could. They are a persons which have emptied all the fiscal money and have also committed crimes against humanity but they are not treated with the same yardstick for everyone. Although some would say that there is equality, and that's not true. For example: while a prisoner of genocide that were made a looting of the state coffers and now He is educating their children in the best universities in the world and He is living like a king in the north country. Others fought for their ideas, whether they were right or wrong, history will say later, for now there is much passion and that's bad because anyone cann't make a critical look and to examine the historical processes without error. Not as a legislator from the city Trujillo who mention that history is malleable or elastic. She certainly is trying creat a new critical paradigm of history, poor She ! She is so confused trying to justify the route of her unfortunate leader and founder of her party.



But let's go again to the problem is that equal treatment should be given to all prisoners, isn't is important if they have been presidents of the republic or a simple barracks cooks, there can not be any kind of different privileges. Although we can mention fro example: a pardon to Crousillat from the State government of APRA , who became so sick and was given Him a humanitarian pardon, but later He appeared in a party time - very alive and kicking.
Is this a equal treatment for all prisoners ? I am asking for !"

Tupac Isaac II
Juan Esteban Yupanqui Villalobos
http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com

miércoles, 24 de febrero de 2010

BROTHER SHULCAHUANCA PRISONER


BROTHER SHULCAHUANCA PRISONER
He had begun to walk uphill cute. Seeing the small houses built of adobe and thatched with straw that was outlined in the highlands in the summer season, when the sun touched our faces and feel the cold wind of them at dawn. It is pleasant to breathe this air hits my temples, the smell of the eucalyptus trees that lined up all the way, seemed to greet me: "follow brother for the way that will draw large Apus, and Amautas since you were right in all your children. " He was still struggling with my feet so steep crossing, found that colla Huaca, the brother who informed me he was working as miners in the area where our beloved Apu Shulcahuanca and that he was a prisoner of the damned from the North mistis the land.



He was always repeating that phrase my brother and his curses mentioned Hildosullu, paulinoasyaq, being employed in mining, they are traitors to their marka. So always ask me: great Mayu Willakuy apu, ruling those traitors to the great wind carried them away. I just smiled, but his intentions I worried about the betrayal of those brothers and all those who demanded his death. But my heart harbored a kind of melancholy, as in other times accompanied my walk on all plateaus and valleys. Because the smell of money had changed his heart, did not understand that the smell of tickets that belonged to our very Pacha Mama, because of her womb mistis blue eyes pierced her belly, there were not my people, but received only a pittance, then the whole being transferred to their nations, but we also had the guilt of being submissive to the Creoles who ruled our nation and especially to a liar and hypocrite that he was still not accepted mofrau and failing that, to the public.
I took leave of the poor Huaca Colla, but before I appreciated their hands jora chichita as food for my path, with all the respect he would give and not to feel less, I received and I started to talk, apart for receive news of the brothers in the whole region. Finishing the last sip returned the mate of my brother and I said goodbye to us, hugging and greeting of my way to reach the summit where the roads divide, one of them leads me to solitude. There the brothers had beaten the misti, blood and fire when they wanted to impose the religion they brought from Spain. This took him around, and they took no notice, made them believe that the Virgin of Solitude was similar in a large rock, where they worshiped his mother HIRC or Moon Goddess Quilla. They told them that they told the Iberian mistis the apparitions of the Virgin Mary in many villages in Spain and Portugal, making them well so that they no longer annoyed with the imposition of their religion.
I followed Retambo over an Indian cemetery, the brothers tell me that at Easter the whole mountain burns like fire and thrown it smells strongly of sulfur, but then the next morning everything is normal and is not evidence there had been any fire. Stop by the place but it felt more calm and great force. Could that ever be a place where offerings to our Apus handed because not understand how the place felt very strongly and followed the road with more haste as if I had ever driven with an inner strength that was beyond my own will.
Reach huacamarcanga, so everything was practically on top and I could make the hill and icchal the pharmacy where he was the oracle of Catequil, who predict that Atahualpa would die in the hands of the bearded mistis. I sat down and I could make all the mirrors of water and over the birds flying all the sounds that gave me the welcome. After walking was first spotted the big hole that Barrick was doing. The hole was huge and out a lot of dust that resembled a gigantic cloud that clouded my vision to see the black in Huaylillas zero through which the road of the Inca. Getting closer to go what prevailed was the smell of sulfur. Arriving in the lagoon of the bull, as you know, I could see the Apu shulcahuanca. I was in the midst of all the holes in the mine. I guess that extinguished the history of nations on that side. Is that none of the brothers claimed by his patron, who wanted to lift all been purchased by misti gringo with his blue eyes entranced him and turned into traitors to their nation. Many also spoke to all the wells would be immense markas to kill our Pacha Mama, you could not do anything because the Creoles who ruled from the protected file and if you got up to complain they could put you in jail and was just wham throughout the maze.
So I realized that others had arrived gringos misti blue-eyed acogiéramos we preach their religion, to save us they said. But we were not saved, it would take away our land, that is our life, our Yacumama were polluting liquids and taking the birds were dying, we did not have fish in our lakes and our rivers are growing the grass was yellow.



It was sad watching our nations are destroying my heavy heart and no longer wanted to look, and was sad because the flames would not run through the meadows and alpacas and military marching in single file and erect as if they were proud to live in puna with the outdoors and tender. The nations that knew were disappearing and nobody noticed.
Tupac Isaac II
Juan Esteban Villalobos Yupanqui.
http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com

SUICIDE OR immolation JAIME BAYLY



SUICIDE OR immolation JAIME BAYLY

Some, like the teacher Cesar Hildebrandt believe that what was said by late Sunday in the prerecorded program by Jaime Bayly in Frecuencia Latina, was a political miscalculation by the enfant terrible of Peruvian television. As in my previous article I referred to where the arrow points to what the child is doing terrible, that leaving aside whether it will be, whether or not a candidate for the presidency of the republic. That is incidental. The important thing is to see and distinguish as freedom of expression used by the media, where many of the journalists hired his pen and lips to power shift that is mediated by the owners of these same means. And that's exactly what Cesar Hildebrandt experienced the same when your program in the same channel was vetoed by the line imposed and the government uncomfortable. Perhaps James was less diplomatic in making it known, but he demonstrated before the same audience that's really the media. They are all complicit in corruption, dictatorships masked media with alleged democracies in every government in power.
No media makes news that happens in many communities that protest and are repressed by the police, claiming a right. For example, Sunday, February 21, all in concert began to speculate on an incident of patricide, some programs around your schedule even began to disseminate the same theme. Only tangentially addressed in some of the problems facing Peruvian society. And tangentially, I say, it does not go to the heart of it and seek to justify, not that he is right if not contrary to everything that is wrong. And whatever you do to push for economic privileges obtained through the form of commercial advertising that gives the state. That is the truth more real and vivid that it takes this time. For real, did not much regard to their psychiatric demons, if not that blurs the national press as it is and like I say that is always at the service system and those in power in the system, which is colludes in order to preserve its economic and social status, but also covers the most atrocious crimes, are of equally corrosive to the judicial system.
The same is true in some provinces. Thus we have the dean of the North, which always seems like government press organ.



Well if it happens otherwise is closed, as happened with the media in the city of Bagua, very truthfully reporting what happened in Turn of the devil, thus earning the suspension of his license to broadcast. This is also done with small stations on smaller sites and places where these if independent media who report truthfully what had happened, challenge the system and the power of the chiefs of the region. For the same reason are demonized and persecuted by the judicial and police systems in the country. So where is the true expression of freedom of expression?
But the problem is not a problem Bayly Freudian, as the teacher wants to show Hildebrandt. Not that, if we believe that going down that road we are very wrong and I suppose that is the first time that the teacher is wrong in this sort of thing. Of course nobody is perfect in these matters to prove that reality, ours shows the appearances of Kafka. More than a reality written in metamorphosis, ours up superiority far beyond what might develop Franz Kafka's novel of metamorphosis, as we discover in this little passage which I transcribe:
"Well, she thought, what if you continue sleeping for a while and I forget all this madness?" But it was not possible because Gregory had a habit of sleeping on the right side, and its current state is not allowed to take such a stance. However much she tried, her back again. He tried in vain this operation many times, closed his eyes to avoid seeing this confused turmoil of legs, but did not end until he felt a pain in the side mild stabbing pain never felt before.
But only a small piece of the author but describes what is happening with Jaime Bayly to describe what happens to our country.

Tupac Isaac II
Juan Esteban Villalobos Yupanqui
http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com

martes, 23 de febrero de 2010

The stench of Peruvian judiciary



The stench of Peruvian judiciary

The veto for the prosecutor Avelino Guillén, we know that came from the highest levels of political and economic power have in Peru. On the one hand Offenders Alan García that the fear of being sentenced for their new crimes committed in this part of his government and its partners the Fujimori-Montesinos band that wants to release the leader of the band, for which they are trying not enter the Supreme judges Honest and upright as it should be. They all want to impunity for all crimes they have committed and having completed his government can not cover up more and the cloak of shadows to which APRA is used to doing. But not only the judicial system is corrupted by the filth of corruption, so is the education ministry. Where against all odds have validated a leaked examination answers to its militants could be rewarded with honors, having been battered in previous reviews. APRA will say give me cases and evidence to know whether these claims are true.



I'll tell you chapter and verse. Is the case in civil court in Santiago de Chuco, and the judiciary in the region that gave Liberty protects the right of an individual called QUISPE GARCIA HIPOLITO SANTOS. That with a document setting for the third student was third to be recruited by 2008. The document was false, but as the address of where the study was to APRA Teaching told him it was valid, but the teachers who prepared the document table and say that such assertions are false. Well on with the anomalies mentioned a contract won in 2008, but the professor who had been displaced presenting complaint documented, so this character that APRA was also favored by the judiciary with an action for amparo and prevaricating precautelar .
In his record as a professional service is one of the most mediocre, with little professional and intellectual capacity, but it happens that he has taken note of:
19,692,132 FREEDOM 128 GARCIA HIPOLITO SANTOS QUISPE 17.80
But the most controversial that even intellectually arrives on the heels of one of the best students of teaching that brought the following note:
19,693,866 FREEDOM 372 LUJAN MARIA EUGENIA JUMPA 16.80
The man knows not even put two and two, say they are twenty-two. They imagine that all these outrages santiaguinos know and nobody says anything, nor was there any investigation of suspected mental defectives notes that have obtained the highest grades. The experiment was done in the education sector to implement it later in the Justice sector, although there have been bombarded with many law schools where they have grown up to his cronies who then would take the judiciary for their own purposes. Imagine the judgments of this court in Santiago de Chuco, completely prevaricators only are the result of political vendetta and the game to which they are instructed by APRA mafia, since whatever people may say in the judiciary is managed by corruption APRA. But I wonder some congressman will dare to investigate and report such to the judge corrupter of Santiago de Chuco, I doubt it with that mask the foul smell that transmits the judiciary.



Nor does risen averiguaran the genius of this feeble-minded in comparison with a brilliant student dedicated to the study, body and soul against a drunk and stoner APRA of that other student who does not even on the heels of the student, then the they prefer to do that is a companion, rather than be a person with better skills.


• Túpac Isaac II
• Juan Esteban Yupanqui Villalobos
• http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com

jueves, 18 de febrero de 2010

MARIA MAGDALENA your tresses made from sun

MARIA MAGDALENA your tresses made from sun
Mary, petite with tiny waist and pronounced breasts. Your sallow complexion sunburnt our puna, her hands hardened by frost every morning in which hurried out to leave their flocks want to want, so I said to her sheep, llamas with which left very early to take cool water from the pools of water surrounding the house in the great prairie where from above the sky looked very blue and clean.



He ran with all your strength to overtake the dew that fell in the morning mist as sweet tender caress your cheeks. We only stopped to open your arms and that the haze will lull your body and caress you young and full of virtue. In your llamas and sheep that looked at you chewing on your teeth that freedom, they lowered their eyes to see the green grass growing where the condors with white scarf around his neck to look at the top looking peaks that look like white garb to worship your feet llama herder of elk that lodges in the village.
So do not understand why you sold your old pampas to the Yankees, said he gave a lot of money. They took all their things, which things, if only the pampas had and their sheep and llamas, but they also sold to the gringos tata those colored fur snow. You were very sad, for your llamas and sheep, many were pregnant and you would not see the flames for carneritos and lift them and take them into your lap. But it really bothers you with your Tata. Did not sleep much on those nights you did not know when the gringos and their pampas botarían them, and looked at the sad look of your llamas and sheep the day with what little they had left the coast, as you said Tata. They told the Americans that was to progress. Philemon, you have to be progressive, the spoils will progress, there will be hunger in your town, you have many channels and with the money you have you can buy a house in Trujillo and all your people will respect you, as you will home in the coast. Terrucos not be like those who do not want progress and oppose. Do not look to the Lord Mayor supports us and we also support. Your people will have many roads, many good schools, internet, cars and paraded them around Santiago.
In your old Trujillo was cheated by fellow Peruvian APRA, who told him they would sell land to build his house and he still would be to sell. But what they did is sell vacant lots, only sands and wastelands, who occupy the police evicted and have been imprisoned for usurping state land. They brought what little they have spent it on lawyers, was useless to tell the truth. For the judges who were also APRA and could not convict his fellow party members, so that your old man ended up with their bones to jail for the crime of others.
Without money, live with your mom where some peasants went to tata them shelter until they leave prison. They had no money to eat. So your compatriot, I mentioned that if non have anything to sell, as she also did, sell their land to Barrick, which alone was enough to buy the hut with their mats and bricks to keep out the cold and garua. Even as her friend the same mayor who was a fat man, who later learned that he received bribes from the mining, deception him to sell his land and now in the city of Trujillo with nothing, and knows no more than llamas and alpacas graze has had to resort to the oldest job in the world to sell their meat to the highest bidder in the Plaza Bolivar, where sometimes many of your countrymen to come and she's embarrassing. Just think if he had heeded the Professor to defend their land, but she was one of the first to betray his brother, who was the son of the Sun only seen in her eyes in deep sorrow and was deposited in I look every night its bad conscience. Just as it also follow your path.
Now that has passed and your body is in a bed-ridden. You could get your father out of prison, but your illness and you withdraw from life and you no longer to be with your llamas and Alpaquita.



It is the disease known as plague Rosa, you did not know how you got, but now it no longer matters, what you want it back time and go with the Apu Sapa, as I said your friend to accompany you to protect your land and pampas gringo invader. Your eyes will lose light, but you clearly see the smile of Sapa Apu, sister says you're here with the Apus and Tata Wilka who will protect you. See your hair with some snow-colored hair flying and that his body is transformed into the color starts to fly.

Tupac Isaac II
Juan Esteban Villalobos Yupanqui
http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com

AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR GRAVE


AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR GRAVE
Quiruvilca mining proletariat.
Your face sallow and lines marked by the dust of those who fight in the bowels of the earth, your hands to deal with dynamite thick of life and your eyes look sad for the mother's gold karas serving distinct from beyond the world of yours. And forget your last breath the last of your desire to see the world free of poverty with dignity forgotten that in this thy death bed, and forget that the post as the release you gave me at that time to save the world infamous oppression of the whole bourgeoisie in power perched sentence you to live in misery. Who could forget your child's smile, for the other child that you looked at with respect for a saint? And to do when you walked jumping for joy when you named your real name Isaiah, or perhaps Isaac Abraham, but did not want anyone to listen. Do not go unless they are listening to the gringos of the CIA and come to kill you, and they burned their houses there in the mine that you took his name.
You still remember your village nestled on top of your ground near where you were born, how you had your father's son again expected to vote condor their apus gringos who were burrowing in it. You said you do not expect miracles father that says more about what we do gringo fight in this life. And you said no offense to the apus you for everything you do well, which is the heritage of our people which today perhaps we should suffer. But daddy turned to answer, we must make the revolution, because unless the Yankees with their religion enslave us, and kept insisting that we must respect the sacred Mitman apus and those in the province so that it can come the new Condor to liberate our land.
Attended all the meetings that the gringo was all his countrymen in the quest for liberation and you no you lost it. Although at times the words in your daddy you a lot of the time to reflect. How to reconcile the revolution in a world that is not the West and I hammered the idea of a heroic creation. So much so that before the abuse you took the dynamite gringos and collapsed houses.



They immediately knew it was you who was called Quiruvilca. Your wife was captured and tortured to abort your child small, unique and never see again, and your Sholes, no longer would ever see her alive. Do not bury your heart could you look your mama pacha accept the sacrifice of losing this time and migrate to a land so they can not picking on your old father, that had nothing to do with your ideals. They said the Americans, like a fucking Indian dares to challenge them. To yourself, but your comment, but if this is my land and mine since I lived my elderly parents and their elderly parents also, to infinite order with the consent of the apus and their Sinchis that all lived very well.
Now in the solitude, the joy you have in your last days to die, you've seen if true, as saying his father, who are looking to the son of the condor, it's almost too ready to fly. Your heart is very happy and not want to die. But this disease by drinking alcohol while you eats your breath and begged the small and large condor son to free you from death. Never mind that without hurting the priests do not want to respond only once the only one who is dying to your Sapa small as you see in his eyes the liberation of all nations to oust the invader and chapetones gringo who settled so long and enslave your brothers to live well, occupying the lands that did not belong if not to your brothers, no longer suffer far higher if the condor flight.



I just look in your eyes my brother Quiruvilca tell you, the people who die every day from slavery to which we subject the Karas, misti and Creoles who seized our nations for their benefit and their families, the people crying in every moment while they eat the children of our mother earth that has produced, over and in your grave and the coffin I built with my hands, I make the effort to fly my wings.

Tupac Isaac II
Juan Esteban Villalobos Yupanqui
http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com

martes, 16 de febrero de 2010

PSYCHOLOGICAL ECONOMY or ECONOMIC PSYCHOLOGY

PSYCHOLOGICAL ECONOMY or ECONOMIC PSYCHOLOGY
No, if the Lord Renan Quispe is best placed to take the reins of the National Institute of Statistics of Peru, or on the contrary should creársele an institution that is dedicated to mass psychological manipulation, for which if I believe this very qualified. And this from that is dedicated to make up the numbers so that the government can argue that things in Peru are the most ideal and hold up in commercial advertising of all media, we are in the best of all worlds.


I wonder to know: if we are in the best of all worlds because there are many latent social conflicts?. The Ombudsman reports more than 260 social conflicts, of which 170 can be seen as active conflicts, 90 dormant conflicts, of which only five conflicts were resolved in a subdivision to see that we originally socio-environmental conflicts are in the range of 47% or 121 cases, keep 14% of such cases of local governments are in fact problems in 37 different local communities and ending with 11 percent of such labor dispute with 28 cases. In all cases the lack of dialogue is the main feature and that we understand the financial commitments with the multinationals that have different subjects of the government to tie their decisions. To ignore the decisions the government and the mining company made to appear false social mining license agreements, using false assemblies, this occurred with the Organization for the Development of Border Communities of El Cenepa ODECOFROC, which represents about 55 communities and Awajun Wampis precisely the area where the multinational mining claim for mining settle.
This we have been checking with his analysis of our economy specialist Manuel Timothy:
The other day INEI reported that the Peruvian population to June 2009 is 29 million (exactly 29'132, 013) in addition to listen to a doctor in Arequipa province in the Union hospital 18 children are born every day and if you join the provinces nationwide, namely population explosion is a serious and no government has reviewed this, that is the fundamental problem of the Peruvian economic crisis is the "population", as having scarce resources, poor governance and all this bad public policy that the company makes a profit by the bad economic minimum economic distribution in Peru.
And still looking at average wages that the economically active population of our country:
From an economic standpoint, the Peruvian earn a minimum wage of 550 soles ($ 190 U.S. Dollars) to distribute it between 3 to 5 children you have, will be difficult to give a good nutrition and education, which are the minimum requirements, and that this child as an adult has to work and having poor nutrition and poor education that will contribute something to society, that is why there is much social upheaval.
But the most interesting and what we have been spreading are unrealistic figures presented by Mr. Renan Quispe and which boast all Apristas, which I think they mock the poverty they suffer in the moment a majority of the population.



This summarizes what Timothy:
The government is totally wrong to say that poverty has declined and this says that the poverty index in 2008 is 36%, ie out of 100 people 36 are poor. This is information the INEI (National Institute of Statistics and Informatics) institution manipulated by the government in power as ever. In the Fujimori government (Felix Murillo-economist and former professor at my college) in Toledo government (Farid Matuk-Economist) and now in government of Alan García (Renan Quispe-Economist), ie professionals who only report some statistical data to make nice with the person's contract ie the incumbent government. In my opinion a head of INEI must be independent and a good professional. But worst of this is money the government uses propaganda to put people on radio, television and newspapers say they have reduced poverty and that this is something historic. Even if poverty reduction should save that money and use propaganda in social projects.


The government says that under poverty and there are child malnutrition, education level is very low in Peru, the lowest in Latin America. In Peru, every day there is more violence, more criminals on the streets, no terrorism, there is vandalism, is a society without direction. When you see the streets, this impoverished society, is so poor that children are dying PUNO by cold and there are now medical post in PUNO there is only little pills and children are dying each week with pneumonia and all that the government said that poverty was low.
From what I can say that the Lord is Renan Quispe Mass Psychologist, and is working on the population of our territory to be Depersonalize, well that Fujimori also made the thief that took our country by weight and is back with his daughter.

Tupac Isaac II
Juan Esteban Villalobos Yupanqui.
http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com

sábado, 13 de febrero de 2010

WITH YOUR GUITAR IN THE REVOLUTION


WITH YOUR GUITAR IN THE REVOLUTION

My grandfather criticizing you, my father, but once having you in front was quiet in all languages and only was fascinated to see his son the most beautiful of all and the heir to the tradition of our nations. I remember that Grandpa is joking with all his brothers and people of his city with the beauty of her son, and the beautiful singing voice, that in Santiago de Chuco knew him as the Nightingale of the Andes. When it was Yupanqui, the son of Mr. Gary was invited on the best houses in the city, only to hear her melodious voice, which many compared her better than other singers Jorge Negrete and Mexicans that were fashionable in those days.



The best and most beautiful Andean women wanted to marry Apu Raptin Sapa, but my grandfather told my father if you marry a Creole disown you, do not give you anything. But He not obeyed and had a daughter in a creole think my sister called Margot, only that his grandfather was a general of the national police who declined to my father for being of indigenous descent. So glad my grandfather when he learned that the union was unsuccessful. So you got two wives, the main one was my mother who had paternal ancestry and Mama Huaca Yahuar Huacac by Paterno and a Native nation Culli. This secondary wife met her and was very humble, but proud for having been the wife of a sacred bloodline of our nations. So far they guard the tomb of my father and are pending that he lacks nothing, she and her siblings.



My grandfather was glad when my father went to herd their animals and take out cows, horses or llamas for sale. His second wife scolded him and claimed him, but my grandfather replied: All I have is of my son. She turned to anger him back to say, but I have perhaps these are not your children. And the angry look she replied: Perhaps not, as perhaps if, but my son is my son is chosen, holy and you are not of my family is my family alone, as they spawn within my race , my people, my Mark, my panaka. And if he comes to take something, is that it is only him. She returned to her fiery cuisine from every pore.

Some mamaconas amautas and talked to me she had called evil sorcerers, and renegades of our race and nations to make him bad witchcraft to stop there. I never believed them, since my father died I thought, so she had heard from the mouth of one of his countrymen. But since that day my grandfather started taking long, his second wife called me on what I was doing for many years. From the day she learned her son died she began to take and nobody could stop him.

When I visited, I was now fourteen years old and I present on their land and said, Father, for you do that, if my father left, I'm here. He told me he had hurt my father had followed that horrible gringo (He was referring to Luis Felipe De la Puente) a Creole who had taken over his people and their land through their fathers, it was not possible to a Creole horrible this over a son of the noblest Panaka. He hated the guerrillas for having taken his most noble son, just as thought so. I first mentioned the many secrets of our people and nations, we used to talk for days and my grandmother sometimes annoyed because she no longer wanted anything from him. I just wanted to make his grandson, so I can not make your child as it suited traditions.

Finally I could convince to take no longer and decided to follow the path at the time was convinced to follow. The convent. For my grandmother believed that this was the way to rescue our people achieve their traditions and their power. I thought so too, but I saw that came to power more pernicious than the power of the natives that were subjugating our people for hundreds years and now my brothers had turned into zombies, not even remembered who they were. Many millions of them and believe whites, Creoles, but betrays his skin, as is the case of the mayor of Trujillo. An Indian net, net as they say, but his face and size gives him away as indigenous Cajamarca.

Tupac Isaac II
Juan Esteban Villalobos Yupanqui
http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com

YOUR EYES, MOM JULIA ELSA.

YOUR EYES, MOМ JULIA ELSA.



As in a dream, I saw the thin shape of your body in the doorway of the house where my brothers also houses. Until then just remember my father and my grandmother, who lived well into my puberty. I did not know she had a mother and never in my life gave me a pat with his brown hands to my face pink. I lived in the solitude of my house without knowing that he had siblings. My toys only had in my hands and I could not share with someone else, who shared the same meal. My grandmother told me I was awesome to know my brother. So we did and take the green car, known as American Indian, who roamed the sands of a newly established town with immigrants from around the department and other sites that were much farther than our native Santiago de Chuco. I was very disturbed by what I had learned just that day. I had trouble understanding my Mamacona Herlinda was not my biological mother and my father was really his son. You went and you had so many privileges as the principal wife of my Father, with so many servants in your house who ordered with the meal you had in the terrace to donate, so we thought, when it comes to your house that you shared with another man . And then to see so thin, so shy and so dark and sweet, just started loving you. I wanted to break the long silence of the years in which only lived in my silver spoon that was my prison. From your womb I had gone, the love of an Indian tradition and you who were the wife of the man who represented a multitude of nations. He was between two crossroads, between the two women who gave me life, but I felt that I loved them both equally, because I loved too much. Although only in those few opportunities could feel the love and resignation for me.

How could we forget my brother. He ran from me. At that time there was a huge difference, because my clothes denoting a standard of living and status, that my mother and my brother does not bore. My mother was very proud with his gaze in front of my grandmother. The woman who took away their first child to raise him as commanding the tradition of the ancestors of our nations. But in his eyes betrayed the hope of seeing me after not having been to almost all these 12 years I lived with my grandmother as her son. There, despite chasing my brother to meet him, I felt at that moment I was not alone, that I had the opportunity to share.



This happiness I only lasted a few more than two months, I would know when my grandmother came from school to school rush. I did not understand why she came, never used to, because my godfather and godmother were always cared for my schoolwork and my training. Until then she had dreamed of having my sister at home, I knew my mother could not do it because he was already married to another man, after mourning for my father about five years as mandated by the tradition of our peoples. Believing he had kept the memory of my father, decided to rebuild his life probably, this commitment where I have two brothers. But they do not keep hardly any sense, perhaps what I represent your father in my life. Then my grandmother told me straight: I have asked permission from school. I said: For Mother?. She said, your mother is dead. At that moment the world collapsed in my fantasies had built. It only remains to me the taste of his eyes, the warmth of her hands on my adolescent face, so I rarely prodigal. I'm sorry and I always have felt many times in the solitude of my affliction and still more with a hoarse voice saying that Johnny planted in the purest my feelings to her memory. But hearing the manner and circumstances of his death the hate toward the man who was their second, was the hatred that fueled my whole life, since I take my mother. With us also saw when I was already father and I felt sorry for the storm of his soul where he lived.

I learned to forgive even though he was the cause of her death.



Tupac Isaac II
Juan Esteban Yupanqui Villalobos
http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com

jueves, 11 de febrero de 2010

TATA NOE





TATA NOAH

He was not very high, but was considered more indigenous that other people from our country. His skin was almost white like a creoles and his eyes were the color of the sky. Some of his children took out the same eye's color. He was my Tata Noah, the grandfather of my father, chief of indigenous communities of Mollepata and Mollebamba. Always working, whether in the fields, that the villagers had dedicated to Him, as well as at home around our machine to make ice cream with fruit. It was I liked best ! I liked the frozen fruit - so diverse and delicious - in my few years of life.

The favorite from all the children that had my Tata Noah, was my Grandfather, his eldest son who followed the tradition of our ancestors and married his first cousin and they had birth to my father. As I was his favorite when I was born.
I heard my Mamacona Herlinda to said that Tata Noah cried when I was born bleeding in the eye. He gone several days into the hills to make our ancestral ceremony to the ancestors and to ask our Apus to heal me of what I had at birth. He did not come in a month and when He arrived He was very emaciated by fasting for his dear and beloved grandson, but happy because the coca's leaf had indicated to Him that it was a sign: The beginning of the era of the condor, this knowlege is a legacy, that only knows the elect people of panakas, and that was transmitted from generation to generation as a duty.

I always remember my grandfather Noah in the largest room of the house, with his ice cream maker, it was took for him, by my ayita. This ayita who was also my friend's play, although he was older from me. I remember his name or nickname: Yume it means in culli: "He who keeps the sacred." I took him another name: Tachito, because of his gait stooped and silent, and He was saying: "- Child, this and that."
I did not know why - all the people told me: "the Child" . Why not call me, by my name, like everyone else.

When we gone down to the communities, where my Mamacona Herlinda had her fields: all the people there called me "The Child". The attendants told me "The Child" for there, "The Child" for here. Always in the morning Eulalia brought me milk from alpacas to drink I it still warm. He also told my Mamacona: "My daughter Herlinda I brought his milk for the Child." And then took us to the kitchen, where we was invited to eat the cushalito: a potato soup with spices.

Tata Noah always visited the mountain by the ice, even after my father's death. My Tata Noah was old, but always was traveling to the apus of the Cordillera Blanca to bring the stone from ice-pack for make the ice cream.

He was leaving the town of Santiago with his herd of llamas, donkeys and horses to their destination to bring the ice as I knew him. It was so beautiful a show: when my Tata with his particular attire, with his poncho brown with gold edging out, hurriedly towards the snowcapped mountains.

All the people from the town are sitting towards Cabracay to see him off and send him off and say him a good bye with their hand. I was very young at the foot of my mamacona, I enjoyed the show. My grandfather walking with a stick very long and adorned with many allegories. Tata Noah told me - so much time - that it represented our true nation.
The true nation that was all unknown, because even much of those who already living in the village, they had given the viciousness of the white people and did not follow the customs of our fathers.

That hurt my Tata, and so when I arrived, He ever and ever told me many things and stories of our nations, which were not recognized by the "Whites". He made me grab the big stick of authority as chief apu, reminding him as the only legacy we had for our nations, and He spoke to me that I had to realize their dreams because his body will turned to dust again feel that our will re-emerging and our nations will impose to "the escutcheons".
His wife who was my great grandmother - she makes me happy and if I wanted guinea pigs, she quick went to the kitchen to say of the woman - aya cook it for me, all a whole for me.

Many times they sent me to the shoemaker Don Gerardo, because He repairs my shoes. And He had the same name as my grandfather and that was to grace by my Tata Noah.

It hurts so much to Me the day he left this world. His body always claimed: whit the smell of flowers and He had a big smile. I did not get the big stick of our nations, because in those moments I thought it should remain in his hands of mine great grandfather because our nations were still slaves in the Western world. I only said: Goodbye Tata Noah.

Juan Esteban Yupanqui Villalobos
Tupac Isaac II
http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com/
http://www.culturalsurvival.org/publications/cultural-survival-quarterly/peru/tata-noah-peruvian-family-tale

miércoles, 10 de febrero de 2010

Police strike.


Police strike.
For several years now, the national police is entering and discussing why the enormous responsibility that gives the bourgeois state to sustain the system and therefore those who misuse it as are the social class that holds power. The class is in power takes refuge in them to sustain their foul system of slavery and misery. But now when given as a gift to participate in elections as a way to please the haberles taken his position as human beings in society, and only maintain that it is the duty of the system and therefore are not deliberative, as maintains the bourgeois constitution, is that the couple wants to serve them as a support, but also make them third-class citizens without rights and only with the sole duty of defending the system that I call bourgeois demo bourgeois dictatorship. Must see this police strike that has been announced now for several months and could even say a couple of years, first with the clandestine organization of the police union. To which the State counterintelligence systems have not been able to conjure even see how it was organized. And is that the need of the police family is great. You can not live with salaries that are far below the basic family basket that my skirts and three suns, much more than a thousand dollars. It seems unreal to the same amount as other countries in the European economic community living decently. The real for example we pay the more expensive gasoline in the world, despite being direct producers, the same goes for domestic gas which is used by most households in our countries. For a comparison, which surprised everyone: For ten pounds of domestic gas pay fifteen dollars, compared to Bolivia, where the same amount just comes to cost nearly a dollar. Seeing this, the difference is dramatic. Yet despite the government gets tired of spending on subliminal propaganda we are in the best of worlds, with the decline in poverty, which is not true, because for that use social programs as the makeup of the statistics.
But back to the police strike. The brothers also advocates and mercenaries, hired for their strength to the bourgeois state by a simple tip that fails to meet their needs. This has come to be known by the state since the era of corporatist fascism with his reformism Velasco failed to reconcile the internal contradictions of society living in these countries (to refer to countries, do exist in the area because of what Peru many know as the existence of several nations. Each with its own tradition of culture, organizational and social reference: the Aymara, the Quechua, Los Wampis, Los Awajun, Mestizo, Creole, etc.). And in part by an organization of police forces, especially middle managers, most are descendants of the nations that do not hold political power in this territory is occupied and held by a minority consisting of the Creoles and their mentors, some mestizos outcasts. As they come from a tradition of organizing their respective communities, have endured the most shameful humiliation by their own commanders, who are of the Creole nation. They have been silent since the formation of the republic that dominates the rest native nations. But adjusting to cash them in economic and government propagandized to go, how good we are. That we are in the best of worlds, that we are going to migrate. If here is an opportunity to escape poverty, and comparing them, the only ones who have changed their fate are the generals and lords with APRA card. It would be an imbecile to not realize what is happening in our nations in this region. Presumed to have very strong this police strike looming, if it is made. What jobs or work in the government of Alberto Kenya Fujimori offender as part of the fourth generation warfare, in which bullets are replaced by the war to capture the minds and submit them to fear, fear of protest, fear of feel a claim. I think it is essential that the police enforce their dignity and make you feel this government of fascist extreme right and time is running out and their goodies too, presumably waiting for what they want for us.

Tupac Isaac II
Juan Esteban Yupanqui Villalobos.
http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com

martes, 9 de febrero de 2010

Iroz APU - HEALING TO MY

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Iroz APU - HEALING TO MY

With my way I stopped in a hurry Guardianship of Iroz Apu, where my Tata took the water that would cure my eyes were bleeding endlessly. All follow me, everybody. All those brothers who studied with me the master's in education. I stopped by the respect of being the Apu who gave me the new view, which would look at life differently with my eyes to the world of the spirit in which I live. Everyone rose to the skies and wonder who ran all over the space that distance with the Apus of the Cordillera Blanca, including the Huascaran and champagne. They said: How do we want to be in those clouds that seem to cotton pillow?. How beautiful is this landscape. All detainees were clouds pass silently, some raised their arms to capture the energy of the Great Apu Inka Sapa Mitma left them as gifts to accompany him on this great crusade to rescue his essence which came from the great Pacha Mama. What are their origins. They saw the majesty of the APU which dominates the vast Cordillera Blanca with her best presented veils and clouds show us where they are. Little by little it was clearing and begin to see the great valley that forms the Huaychaca Yacumama, as she alone is to twin the Sanyac or Santa as he called the Westernized. We all sat and held hands as we could see was the healing of his friend Tupac Isaac, when he was born, it was with bleeding eyes. His father was scared, but the big brother knowing everything that was in the apu HIRC Keel, mentioned him is his destiny as Sapa Inca, heir to the great Pachakuti and Mister condor, only water Bring the Apu puquios Iroz and if he wants to heal him. So heal me, and therefore want my classmates to see what is the majestic Apu, where you can watch all the apus of the mountains to the Pariacaca that is in the south of Lima. I rejoiced to see them as enjoying the scenery and peace he felt in their hearts. I also was comforted with the good intention for them. It took many pictures and some videos to be taken as reference for our visit. I always visit when I look beyond my present. Lately I am inspired by a new prophecy emerged as sensed. The betrayal of the community of the cob to the Sapa Inca Apu. Only the Apu Iroz punish them for their offense, so patience to myself that it will make them think Apu disorder.
After sharing some meats with Apu and guardians of the respective offerings do we went to Caypanda community, home to a very spiritual man, known as Don Goyito, but before we go through Don Santos is one of the few who know weaving to the Sapa Inca and for the runes, is not well known because it says that Western man should not reveal your secrets and although I put on you tube despite its opposition, it is a living relic of history of our people, with who knows how tissues and their meanings, which were taught through many generations and today there who wants to get an apprenticeship. My goal was to rescue thought and knowledge of this amauta of tissues, but it seems that Apu did not want or who knows you want this knowledge is lost and only I and the community knows him, I felt a lot, but not I have enough time, if I had not put as his apprentice, despite their opposition. I have much respect for, and when we reached the inn Goyito gift, all is bustle and immediately put his huarmi is to cook for all visitors. The preparation of guinea pig is different from other communities, since they must seasoned with achiote, stick and chicha de Jora mature including grasses native to the community that make them different and that they alone know apart from their offspring. So we ate them all and in deference bestowed what we brought to the area of the husk, and the Amazon, such as different fruit that grows in your community, part of the buffer zone of reserve Calipuy.

Juan Esteban Yupanqui Villalobos
http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com

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viernes, 5 de febrero de 2010

WAS LATE IN THE HILLS




It was late, the sun shone all apus guardianship of the region. All sapa Sinchis and gathered around the fire in the afternoon, absorbed contemplated the events in these times we live in the awakening of our minds, our history, our past. Having lived in the shadows and invisible in these communities governed by Caras, misti and Creole. As one who also live many of our brothers know its origin, its leaders its authorities, those emanating from the same vision that took millennia. But now besotted with Western philosophy harass and die like rats in the desert, wanting to aspire to Western Eden, which has nothing to do with as we perceive the world as pariverso. There is an agreement to protect dictated by a Western organizations, but even that is true. We still live in shacks without the dignity that we were accustomed at the time of our elderly parents. We want to teach a religion destroys the person and everything that surrounds him. We are taught to hate our enemy and poisoning our feelings lie.
Now I remember distinctly Western ways of hating and loving feelings as two, we love everything that moves in his order that nature gives us, as should be the discourse of nature and take it according to our needs without harming it. In the West the desire is just happy to get one as selfish drive without seeing a similar although in their talk of loving religion like, but do not. His love is destructive of everything you see.
For them our ritual battles that we get all that is within us as attachment to expel it and live in harmony, even with our fellow man who took away our bread from our table or we remove a brother from our house to disappear. I do not understand. If we are two worlds and yet we accept it with things that we are aberrations that are irrelevant to our visions and our way of life for millennia. Despite the mockery that make us sick to our brethren west African think they have the truth, but tell him the truth he has done with his knowledge and western religions, if not destroy the world in which we live. Before I could walk through the forests of the plains and lose myself in it, play with all beings that inhabit it, take the clear water that flows into it, savoring the sweet delicacy colorless odorless received my lips. Now by the action of the same runes that debased by the doctrines of Western man has awoken in the all evils such as greed, usury, and many more who have disfigured and I can not find if it is the rune of the people of my nations or whether they are beings of the most horrible horrible nightmares that would create a film director.
It was late in the hills and all of us with our faces mournful ignominy could not heal the white man against our heritage, that we receive from our parents, grandparents and ancestors. Now I walk along paths covered with mineral dust scattered what was once large fields with crops of every kind. I remember a little boy I sat with my mother to eat mamacona his precious hands the tender corn freshly ground pepper with the clap. He played in his Yanas ditches with my brothers, like we were on an equal footing, regardless of whether I was a child and they sowed the children of my land. As not forget to Lazarus, the faithful charger Mamacona My Mother used to stay in the Indian markets to help his family after being exiled from our village. And as the soul hurts his tears for responsibility in a time of oblivion and my mischief by venturing to know more no one to guide me. I went there I recognized very tender to the mission that my people belonged, that hurt me in the soul the misery that we imposed the Caras, mistis Westerners. And it still hurts me is my people, but some do not want to recognize it, because in my back by the legacy of all that history that forged at the beginning of those great nations that settled and that I look at these my eyes staring at heights where my ancestors walked his feet.
Tupac Isaac II
Juan Esteban Villalobos Yupanqui
http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com

jueves, 4 de febrero de 2010

THE TEACHING OF JAIME BAYLY



A convicted and confessed neo liberal decency makes its norm, it seems very laudable and altruistic. Totally naked to our political class. Its smallness, especially the filthy, their behavior supported by their hypocritical behavior. Decency had the first glimpse of that is consistent both their thinking and their attitudes, which is not the same can be said of Mario Vargas Llosa is the result of informal marketing advertising agencies. Jaime Bayly, must be said, was building his reputation through the entrance to the small screen very young. He went on to become a writer it lightly, but with wisdom has been tracing his path in the literature.
Now he brings a novelty, allowing clear and amaze the audience in order to challenge the political class that rules from the colony to our territory. The first to fall on their networks of irony, which says its extensive ability to laugh and teach, a taciturn of the political class, the most opportunistic of all as is Jose Barba Caballero, who along with Rafael Rey are the matchmaking of our local fauna. The very loose bones, dabase not realize how Jaime Bayly was amusing and took his game to show who was the character of our politics. Such was his game that promised to join the irony of his class demonstration class and all viewers realized that was the likes of Jose Barba. In a second stage that it wanted to recoup the program Bayly, but I think what made full body drawn, both the King and his partner, which is instructive to the public, that before voting for they take your measurements and will not therefore presuppose that disappear as a rara avis of the national fauna.
In the game that is taking Jaime, introduced into the situation irony of Fujimori, first saying that he pardon the criminal and genocidal makes us think if this criminal may have the grace of forgiveness for their crimes committed. In a second stage, we referred to convene a referendum for the people to rule on the decision to pardon him. By engaging in this field is showing that the offender will have their followers and brings up their crimes, without saying so, for it will use those against the dictator, already pronounced in all media, which has brought Consequently the electoral downturn of the heiress of the criminal, we refer to Keiko Fujimori. She also has noticed, and, like many feel that what he is doing our new Socrates is just doing pantomime, or as the vulgar say street walkers of the district of victory: "He's doing Chongo. It is mocking the electoral process. And so, this masterfully as demonstrating our wildlife, we seem to have forgotten, and hardened our minds, before the corruption that is beyond our inclusive Peruvian society. The outcome has been that all of it to come to rant against it, only some restraint, but were counted on the fingers of the hand and I left over in my mind. But with it all you've done is just put on evidence of what his soul and his intentions towards our brothers around this territory. "Healthy intentions? None of this is the demonstration that Jaime Bayly boasts the likes of people we have in this Creole society that does not think of rest, if not only in herself, in her life and comfort while the rest starve. Also why are so many laws that criminalize the protest action, saying they claim to pacifism. Then they are imposed without armies and police to protect all their interests.
Finally politically naked Carlos Arana, a rustic priest with presidential aspirations, which will only be the stooge of all this is called electoral circus coming from the founding republics of Peru call it Creole. Born in hatred and showing some intentions that is just an opportunist who wants to participate more parliamentary cretinism which gives us the big bourgeoisie in our country now.

Juan Esteban Yupanqui Villalobos.
http://juanestebanyupanqui.blogspot.com

Here I am...