Nathalie Cardone - Hasta Siempre Commandante Che Guevara - Nathalie Cardone</lj-embed>
Hasta Siempre Comandante Che Guevara - Al Di Meola</div>
Hasta Siempre Comandante Che Guevara - Buena Vista Social Club</div>

There exist all too many versions of the Latino song "Hasta Siempre Comandante". I am determined to select one of these versions to use to choreograph a rumba / cha-cha / bolero showcase (the dance will depend on the version chosen). 
If anyone has preferences / recommendations as to which artist/group's version to use, please let me know. The song will be edited to approximately three minutes long (it can be cut anywhere, not necessarily the end or beginning). I am probably choosing between the above four versions. 
If anyone does not get sick of listening to these... please help me choose. If you cast your vote... I'll compliment you creatively. Thanks.

Существует множество версий песни "Hasta Siempre Comandante". Я хочу выбрать одну из них, чтобы под нее схореографировать оригинальное выступление (румба, ча-ча или болеро - выбор танца зависит от избранной версии). 
Если у кого-нибудь имеются рекомендации по этому поводу, выскажите, пожалуйста! Песня будет урезана до 3-х минут. Чтобы вам было легче: можете просто проголосовать за одну из четырех версий, включенных в эту запись, предварительно прослушав... все... если вас не стошнит. В благодарность пишу оригинальные комплименты всем голосующим. Спасибо.
 

Clarification of things vaguely discussed in reale.

In these elections, the furthest left I can go is the Democratic Party. As always. Currently, the nation is divided between two potential nominees; each with individual virtues observable through the media and others' blogs.
As an 'artistic' person, my natural magnetization is to the more charismatic figure. As a 'leftist', my natural trust is of the people-oriented figure. Senator Barack Obama would get my vote, were I in a position that permitted me to vote.
Natural instincts aside, however; a politician's rhetoric is only good until he is office, and no figure can be entirely people-oriented without being volunteered forth by the people.
There has been much discussion of Clinton's ostensible experience, as well as her greater corruption. There have also been parallels drawn between Obama's galvanizing abilities and the Bush Administration's fear-mongering tactics employed after 11.09.01. Both have weight and potential truth. Both have received a great deal of my pondering.
However; simply put, I am an involuntary non-voter. This government has given me no right, despite my fourteen years in this country and honest interest in its doings, to cast a ballot for a representative of any ideology or action. Hence, I am unbound by standard politics. I can support the figure that my natural instincts alone dictate. Perhaps one day he will give me my vote.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=Fe751kMBwms

I do not believe I will sorely regret my belief in this candidate. Despite his obvious reliance on the elusive concept of Hope, I cannot pretend to be otherwise.

Senator Obama, what can you do to help dissolve the legitimate uncertainty that runs subliminally through these hearts and minds? We want to follow you with every fiber of our beings; help us. We are prepared to aim for higher, more radical goals as long as you prove to be able to land us somewhere near them.

Voluntary voters, think. I am not riling you up. But if fear of inexperience is all that is hindering you, keep in mind.
He is one man. We are many.
If he can't do it,
Yes. We can.

We still can.

Ina.

RIP Checkmate. 

Кто Украл У РыБы Ноги?
Кто У крал у Рыбы Нос?
Кто Украл у Рыбы Руки?
И Куда Все Это Снес?

Кто Украл у Рыбы Голос?
(Неплохой Был Голосок...)
Кто Ее засунул в Воду?
Без Перчаток? Без Носок?

Кто Мозги Украл У Рыбы?
(и,... поставил ей свои...)
Кто Украл У Рыбы Сердце
И Лишил ее Любви?....

-Жека Кошмар

In all of my resistance of unlove,
With flapping hands and flapping eyelids after
In all of my resistance of unlove,
With tears and with amazement and with laughter-
A Bacchus-song's articulated boasting,
A vis-a-vis that never blinked above
A purposeful, a full-glass-only toasting
In all of my resistance of unlove

And silence. And the plucking tunes,
In bouts of sloth and shallow impersistence,
A count of short months and of endless moons,
A count - that is in all of my resistance;
The race from her who's in my footsteps spinning,
With "Live for now" her condescending shove,
I wait, and my prognosis is of winning,
In all of my resistance of unlove

And every day, just like a card from patience,
I draw, predict, obey whatever's calling,
And into this sweet gift of my existence
Head over heels, again, again I'm falling

This is all my - all my resistance of unlove
This is all mine - all my restistance of unlove

The most festive kitchens are full of the smell of fish frying
The universe is to its brim filled with swine-flesh a-burning
In the heavens a boulder is flying
At our faces the boulder is flying
The neighbors don't sleep - they're hearing the thump
Of the next guillotine's churning

Bald, reddened children are learning the practice of crying
Inside the white cardboard huts that the wind sends a-singing
And those who listened to Father
Lie with their feet pointed westward,
Their faces unknown and heads bared to the bone by
A heavy, unnamed iron reckoning

If at this moment we howl, then this world is to vanish,
A new one beginning to seep slowly in through the wall-cracks;
From inside the wall-cracks the new people will be appearing;
New-world children appearing, t'will happen! T'will happen!

Innocent people polish the ground with their faces,
Turn beastly and leave their saliva and semen as traces
Their God hears nothing but clapping;
Their God is probably napping-
A good empty prayer turns into a razor;
The razor cuts through veins and laces

Bald, reddened children are learning the practice of battle
By Grace are their faces; by smog are their ponderings coated
The slaves keep troweling and troweling,
The winds keep howling and howling;
The water evaporates; filth slowly separates
Into a cloud of dead ashes

If also we howl, then this world will evaporate also;
A new one beginning to seep slowly in through the wall-cracks;
From inside the wall-cracks the new people will be appearing;
New-world children appearing, t'will happen! T'will happen!

From inside the wall-cracks will come a new set of people;
New-world children appearing, t'will happen! T'will happen!
New-world children appearing; t'will happen! T'will happen!
New-world children appearing; I have faith - t'will happen!

Here I stand
On the dampening ground,
Empty mind,
Only dull ringing sounds,
Only grime,
And the dark endless lane,
Only smoke,
And the brown sullen rain

All is smoke,
Who is right, who is wrong
Brain is dry,
Fog is coating the sky,
Till the end
Always life, always fear
And deceit, the cruellest deceit

The brown sullen rain
Of money, of shit and of love
Crush it all and live on,
This is rain
Of tears, burning stenches and lies,
This rain isn't like anything else -
This is life

With each day,
All the signals grow fainter
on board
Of the ship lost at sea,
With each day,
Darkness claims bits of sky,
Any strength
That could fix sails is gone,
I am now
In no rush, I am here
I don't shout,
I am just barely breathing,
I'm here
There's no leaving my chains,
There's no flight in clouds and in rain

The brown sullen rain
Of money, of shit and of love
Crush it all and live on,
This is rain
Of tears, burning stenches and lies,
This rain isn't like anything else -
This is life

And they say
That our souls never rot;
That is true,
Given that there is pot,
And they say
That it's good to be here;
That is true,
Given powder is near,
And they say
That a human reigns fair;
That is true,
Given heroin's there;
And they say
Life has fragrance and sound;
That is true,
Given money's around,
And they say
Love can do anything;
That is true,
Given influence-rings,
And they say
Glad is easy to be;
That is true,
Given there's LSD,
And they say
That no boundaries run;
That is true,
Given you have a gun,
And they say
That the sunshine is yours;
That is true,
Given you can afford,
And they say...
So, what else do they say?

Come listen. Hear them?
Drops make their way
Down the earth,
On our fate, on the wall,
This is rain, it's inside of us all

The brown sullen rain
Of gold and of blood and of hate
All the curses don't wait,
This is rain
Of corpses and people and cars,
This rain enters the flesh like a knife -
This is life

The floral musics go,
Beginning like no song had -
I hear these sounds, and always
Like memories they seem

Some time so long ago,
Betrothed was to a nomad
The loveliest of loves,
That gave to people dreams

The loveliest of loves
Betrothed was to a nomad -
Their paths forever binded
By crystal bridging seams

O, loveliest of loves!
Now is no time for laughter!
The sunset still is bloody
In its fall on the lands

O, loveliest of loves!
Deceit grew there soon after;
It rules our sorry people
With rotten, steely hands

O, loveliest of loves!
The living there await you
Come show your shining splendour
To those led to their ends!

In darkness and in filth,
But still not blind with hatred,
Give freedom to their knowledge,
Give hearts some chance to mend!

And so the loveliest of loves
Flew in, the city's savior;
The people wept in wonder -
At long last they could wake!

The throne of lies crashed down;
The tyrant fled in terror;
A pity that the nomad died
Outside the city gates...

Tell me, what is autumn - it's the heavens;
Weeping skies beneath the feet astride them
Puddles break apart the clouds and the birds that ride them;
Autumn, I have missed our times together
Puddles break apart the clouds and the birds that ride them;
Autumn, I have missed our times together

Autumn, burning ships in the sky
Autumn, from this earth I would fly
Where in oceans sorrow can drown
Autumn - endlessly down

Tell me, what is autumn - it's the boulders;
Loyalty above the darkened rivers;
Autumn once again reminds the soul of what is shoulders;
Autumn, my lost peace around me shivers
Autumn once again reminds the soul of what it shoulders;
Autumn, my lost peace around me shivers

Autumn, burning ships in the sky
Autumn, from this earth I would fly
Where in oceans sorrow can drown,
Autumn - endlessly down

Tell me, what is autumn - it's the wind's rise
Playing yet again with chains unmended
Autumn, can we make it to an answer and an uprise?
What will be this land and those it's rended?
Autumn, can we make it, can we crawl into a sunrise?
Autumn, what will be when night has ended?

Autumn, burning ships in the sky
Autumn, from this earth I would fly
Where in oceans sorrow can drown,
Autumn - endlessly down

Autumn, burning ships in the sky
Autumn, from this earth I would fly
Where in oceans sorrow can drown,
Autumn - endlessly down

Fading flocks of cities in dew;
Autumn, what had I known of you?
How long will these torn leaves stay bright?
Autumn, endlessly right...

Heavens!
All the years I have walked, and not taken a step
Heavens!
All the days I have sought what has always been there
All the years I've been gnawing, in bread's place, my single raw love!
All the lives that the steely black muzzle spits into my head!

Long-awaited and wide!
Blackening headlights by the neighboring gate,
Buttercups, handcuffs and torn mouth await
All the times that my rolling, my poor severed head,
From the o'erflowing gallows, has flown off to where is

Motherland!
I go now to Motherland!
Jeering "ugly", watch them stand,
But I swear she pleases me!
Though she's not a sight to see;
Horrid and too gullible,
But to us - there she is, here we go, here we go, here we go...
Hey, Commander!

Heavens!
So much truth in the eyes of the government's whores!
Heavens!
So much faith in the ex-executioner's hands!
And we will not let them roll their sleeves up again,
And we will not let them roll their sleeves up again,
In the busy night-stands!

Blackening headlights by the neighboring gate,
Buttercups, handcuffs and torn mouth await
All the times that my rolling, my poor severed head,
From the o'erflowing gallows, has flown off to where is

Motherland!
I go now to Motherland!
Jeering "ugly", watch them stand,
But I swear she pleases me!
Though she's not a sight to see;
Horrid and too gullible,
But to us - there she is, here we go, here we go, here we go...
Hey, Commander!

From the black cotton shirts, the red rooster springs free;
From beneath kindly kings flows to lips marmalade;
Not one time could this poor world accomodate two:
All our fathers were God, and the Devil, Motherland!

I go now to Motherland!
Jeering "ugly", watch them stand,
But I swear she pleases me!
Though she's not a sight to see;
Horrid and too gullible,
But to us - there she is, here we go, here we go, here we go...
Hey, Commander!

You make me smile. Without skepticism.

Yay for menthol Marlboros.

A student gets tasered in UCLA library for not having a proper ID.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AyvrqcxNIFs

I just want someone to make everyone stop what the fuck they are doing for 1 day and sit down and look at the bloody world they have made. If they saw a collage of everything that was wrong and fucked up with the world at the moment blasting them at top speed, they would understand.
-Chris Johnstone

“Man will become immeasurably stronger, wiser, and subtler; his body will become more harmonious, his movements more rhythmic, his voice more musical. The forms of life will become dynamically dramatic. The average human type will rise to the heights of an Aristotle, a Goethe, or a Marx. And above these heights, new peaks will rise.”
-Leon Trotsky