POBRECITO POOR POVO. LA ALMO PARLOS AL MI MURIO ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ, MIA BONA AMIKO, LA 18 AUG AGOST. DIA KREDULA FREJO, ORLANDO EN NIVELO, PENSO ĈE KARIBA RAJDO SEN VINTO, IU AL LA ĈEF ĈEF EN PUNTA DEL ESTE, MALDONADO, URUGUAY KAJ PERDAS LA ĈELOJN. SENPERANTO DE LA FOTOJ DE SIA GRANDDADAG, Li marŝas reen por dua fojo kaj ne povas trovi ĝin. Ĝi estas senpaga. MIRU ĜI KAJ RAKONKIU MULTA_-MI ESTAS KRAZE DE FRE DO Mi KOPRAS ĜI KAJ NE KONKVENCAS MI KUN TOLOJN. ESPERANTA BLANKA MALSANOJ, Sed mi alportas al li turbon. Li diras al mi, mi ne povas Bredi. FARAS TIUJ NOIROJ KAJ DIES. Mi VERKAS Liajn okulojn, malfacilaj, glasoj kun brileco. MIA BIRDO DEMANDAS LA POLICION POR Helpi kiel la amafero ne estis pagita. DUA VENU, VIDU LA Korpon kaj lasu ĝin faligi sur la grandan. LIA SISTER-EN-LE LAO VENAS, SIA SISTEMO EL LA KORO, ALEXANDER TIUJ KAJ AL LA HOSPITALO. NI ESTAS UZALE NUN. FARO DE KUBO ESTAS AL ALIA DIMENSO. NI ESTAS DISOLATAS. Hodiaŭ ĜI FARAS ME, ĈI DIO LA PATRO PRI ĜI, EN LA SALVADO DE Lia Filo, JESUO LA KRISTO. legazcue leon nomumita bio, amiko
POBRECITO.
ME PARTE EL ALMA HABLAR DE COMO MURIO ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ,MI MEJOR AMIGO,EL 18 DE AGOSTO DEL 2019.
DIA CRUELMENTE FRIO,ORLANDO EN SHORT ,PIENSEN EN UN CARIBEÑO CRIADO SIN INVIERNO,VA AL SHOPPING DE PUNTA DEL ESTE,MALDONADO,URUGUAY Y PIERDE EL CELULAR.
DESESPERADO POR LAS FOTOS DE SU NIETITA VUELVE CAMINANDO POR SEGUNDA VEZ Y NO LO ENCUENTRA.
SE HIELA.
SE ACUESTA Y ME DICE_-ESTOY LOCO DE FRIO.NO ME ABANIQUES
LO TAPO Y ME DICE-NO ME TAPES CON ROPA.
BUSCO UNA FRAZADA PERO LE TRAIGO UNA TOALLA.
ME DICE.NO PUEDO RESPIRAR.
HACE RUIDOS DE GARGANTA
Y MUERE.
LE REVISO LOS OJOS,DUROS,CRISTALES CON BRILLO.
MI HIJA PIDE A LA POLICIA AYUDA PUES NO HABIA EL PAGADO LA AMBULANCIA.
VIENEN DOS,LEVANTAN EL CUERPO Y LO DEJAN CAER SOBRE EL PASTO.
LLEGA SU CUÑADA,SU HERMANA DEL CORAZON,ALEJANDRA.
LO LLEVAN AL HOSPITAL.
ES INUTIL YA.
LEJOS DE CUBA PASA A OTRA DIMENSION .
QUEDAMOS DESOLADOS.
AUN HOY ME HACE TEMBLAR,
QUE DIOS PADRE LO PORTEJA,EN LA SALVACION DE SU HIJO,JESUS EL CRISTO.
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biografo nominado,amigo
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POOR. THE SOUL WILL TALK TO ME AS MURIO ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ, MY BEST FRIEND, ON AUGUST 18, 2019. DAY CRUELLY COLD, ORLANDO IN SHORT, THINK ABOUT A CARIBBEAN RAISED WITHOUT WINTER, GOES TO THE SHOPPING IN PUNTA DEL ESTE, MALDONADO, URUGUAY AND LOSES THE CELL PHONE. DESPERATED BY THE PICTURES OF HIS GRANDDAUGHTER, HE WALKS BACK FOR A SECOND TIME AND CANNOT FIND IT. IT IS FREEZING. LY DOWN AND TELL ME_-I'M CRAZY FROM COLD. DON'T FAN ME I COVER IT AND TELL ME-DON'T COVER ME WITH CLOTHES. I LOOK FOR A BLANKET BUT I BRING HIM A TOWEL. HE TELLS ME, I CAN'T BREATHE. MAKES THROAT NOISES AND DIES. I CHECK HIS EYES, HARD, GLASSES WITH BRIGHTNESS. MY DAUGHTER ASKS THE POLICE FOR HELP AS THE AMBULANCE HAD NOT BEEN PAID. TWO COME, LIFT THE BODY AND LET IT FALL ON THE GRASS. HIS SISTER-IN-LAW COMES, HIS SISTER FROM THE HEART, ALEJANDRA. THEY TAKE HIM TO THE HOSPITAL. IT IS USELESS NOW. FAR FROM CUBA IT GOES TO ANOTHER DIMENSION. WE ARE DESOLATED. TODAY IT MAKES ME SHAKE, THAT GOD THE FATHER PORTS IT, IN THE SALVATION OF HIS SON, JESUS THE CHRIST. legazcue leon nominated biografo, friend
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POVO.
LA ALMO PARLOS AL MI MURIO ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ, MIA BONA AMIKO, LA 18 AUG AGOST.
DIA KREDULA FREJO, ORLANDO EN NIVELO, PENSO ĈE KARIBA RAJDO SEN VINTO, IU AL LA ĈEF ĈEF EN PUNTA DEL ESTE, MALDONADO, URUGUAY KAJ PERDAS LA ĈELOJN.
SENPERANTO DE LA FOTOJ DE SIA GRANDDADAG, Li marŝas reen por dua fojo kaj ne povas trovi ĝin.
Ĝi estas senpaga.
MIRU ĜI KAJ RAKONKIU MULTA_-MI ESTAS KRAZE DE FRE DO
Mi KOPRAS ĜI KAJ NE KONKVENCAS MI KUN TOLOJN.
ESPERANTA BLANKA MALSANOJ, Sed mi alportas al li turbon.
Li diras al mi, mi ne povas Bredi.
FARAS TIUJ NOIROJ
KAJ DIES.
Mi VERKAS Liajn okulojn, malfacilaj, glasoj kun brileco.
MIA BIRDO DEMANDAS LA POLICION POR Helpi kiel la amafero ne estis pagita.
DUA VENU, VIDU LA Korpon kaj lasu ĝin faligi sur la grandan.
LIA SISTER-EN-LE LAO VENAS, SIA SISTEMO EL LA KORO, ALEXANDER
TIUJ KAJ AL LA HOSPITALO.
NI ESTAS UZALE NUN.
FARO DE KUBO ESTAS AL ALIA DIMENSO.
NI ESTAS DISOLATAS.
Hodiaŭ ĜI FARAS ME,
ĈI DIO LA PATRO PRI ĜI, EN LA SALVADO DE Lia Filo, JESUO LA KRISTO.
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nomumita bio, amiko
DYNASTY. COMO DINASTIA DE KOREA DEL NORTE. Any resemblance to the North Korean Dynasty is no mere coincidence. Ahh The last thing I found out, that a small northern key swarmed "deer" as a tourist attraction and that a journalist was able to savor a dish of meat from the small animal, somewhat dry but tasty meat. Could it be that Brother Raúl is following his example but in a more discreet way? Dr Orlando Vicente Álvarez Cuban Uruguayan genius
Cualquier semejanza con la Dinastía de Corea del Norte no es mera coincidencia.
Ahh. Lo último que me enteré, que un pequeño cayo del norte pululaban “venados” como atracción turística y que un periodista pudo paladear un plato de carne del pequeño animal, carne algo seca pero sabrosa. ¿Será que el Hermano Raúl sigue su ejemplo pero en forma más discreta?
Dr Orlando Vicente Álvarez
cubano uruguayo
genio
LEA
https://www.amazon.com/Memorias-niño-guantanamero-Guantanamero-Spanish/dp/1520725884
cubano uruguayo
genio
LEA
https://www.amazon.com/Memorias-niño-guantanamero-Guantanamero-Spanish/dp/1520725884
WEDNESDAY, MAY 27, 2020
YOUNG . I know it's only rock'n'roll but I like it, that song will be in my teenage memories when we thought we were the owners of the world. DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ CUBAN URUGUAYAN GENIUS
#music #rock #youngs #mode #stile #disco AHH ... THE DECADE OF THE 70 IN GUANTÁNAMO,CUBA
AHH ... THE DECADE OF THE 70 IN GUANTÁNAMO
It was the glory days of our lives. It was a very special decade, especially when we were in pre-university and we were grouped in tribes. The girls were Catholic, white, pretty and formal. They were the best grades and they were quiet and well-groomed. Some of their pride did not allow the males with the cojones well put near them. Some had boyfriends of years superior and so haughty as they.
Another tribe were the girls in the pile where black, jabas and mulattoes existed. Here there were some with fame of futas and lesbians. This tribe was the largest, they got bad grades and it was the group that organized the private parties on Saturday nights and dressed in style. It was the time of the hairstyles spell droons, in men their heads looked like balls and their bell-bottoms and tight shirts seemed out of the top of a vinyl.
But those of us who truly felt like Gods were the ones who listened to AFRTS, the American naval station that listened perfectly throughout Guantanamo and put the Hit Parade on Sundays and updated music every day. There was always someone who recorded that American music that made us crazy. There was also American television that looked nebulous but allowed us to watch the Soul Train dance program that taught us the style that those times were being danced in America.
Someone always brought some drinks to brighten up the atmosphere. Disco began and our youth, our eagerness to live, our unconcern, made us spin and spin as if we were the owners of the world.
The decade of the 70 in Guantanamo was unique in all the island of Cuba. I know it's only rock'n'roll but I like it, that song will be in my teenage memories when we thought we were the owners of the world.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBAN URUGUAYAN
GENIUS
It was the glory days of our lives. It was a very special decade, especially when we were in pre-university and we were grouped in tribes. The girls were Catholic, white, pretty and formal. They were the best grades and they were quiet and well-groomed. Some of their pride did not allow the males with the cojones well put near them. Some had boyfriends of years superior and so haughty as they.
Another tribe were the girls in the pile where black, jabas and mulattoes existed. Here there were some with fame of futas and lesbians. This tribe was the largest, they got bad grades and it was the group that organized the private parties on Saturday nights and dressed in style. It was the time of the hairstyles spell droons, in men their heads looked like balls and their bell-bottoms and tight shirts seemed out of the top of a vinyl.
But those of us who truly felt like Gods were the ones who listened to AFRTS, the American naval station that listened perfectly throughout Guantanamo and put the Hit Parade on Sundays and updated music every day. There was always someone who recorded that American music that made us crazy. There was also American television that looked nebulous but allowed us to watch the Soul Train dance program that taught us the style that those times were being danced in America.
Someone always brought some drinks to brighten up the atmosphere. Disco began and our youth, our eagerness to live, our unconcern, made us spin and spin as if we were the owners of the world.
The decade of the 70 in Guantanamo was unique in all the island of Cuba. I know it's only rock'n'roll but I like it, that song will be in my teenage memories when we thought we were the owners of the world.
DR ORLANDO VICENTE ALVAREZ
CUBAN URUGUAYAN
GENIUS