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!