Nu Project

Matt Blum is an american photographer who started thenuproject which is a series of honest nudes to american  and south american women. This artist show real women bodies in all kind of size, shape, style, even there are women shaved and women who are not. It's not a sexual art is a human art. It's time to stop the false perfect woman prototype, top models are just few and most of them are anorexic and  are exposed to many transformations by photoshop or plastic surgery. Every woman is beautiful and diferent, there is no perfection, only beauty.

Here are some pictures.

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Bianka

Árbol de Diana

Read this poem by Alejandra Pizarnik, she was an argentinian writer who committed suicide in 1972. This poem is written in Spanish, I couldn't find an english one.

If your learning spanish, you're going to feel every single word of her poems.

Árbol de Diana
1
He dado el salto de mí al alba.
He dejado mi cuerpo junto a la luz
y he cantado la tristeza de lo que nace.

2
Estas son las versiones que nos propone:
un agujero, una pared que tiembla...

3
sólo la sed
el silencio
ningún encuentro
cuídate de mí amor mío
cuídate de la silenciosa en el desierto
de la viajera con el vaso vacío
y de la sombra de su sombra

4
                                               Ahora bien:
Quién dejará de hundir su mano en busca
del tributo para la pequeña olvidada. El frío
pagará. Pagará el viento. La lluvia pagará.
Pagará el trueno.
5
por un minuto de vida breve
única de ojos abiertos
por un minuto de ver
en el cerebro flores pequeñas
danzando como palabras en la boca de un mudo

6
ella se desnuda en el paraíso
de su memoria
ella desconoce el feroz destino
de sus visiones
ella tiene miedo de no saber nombrar
lo que no existe

7
Salta con la camisa en llamas
de estrella a estrella,
de sombra en sombra.
Muere de muerte lejana
la que ama al viento.

8
Memoria iluminada, galería donde vaga
la sombra de lo que espero. No es verdad
que vendrá. No es verdad que no vendrá.

9
                                              A Aurora y Julio Cortázar

Estos huesos brillando en la noche,
estas palabras como piedras preciosas
en la garganta viva de un pájaro petrificado,
este verde muy amado,
este lila caliente,
este corazón sólo misterioso.

10
un viento débil
lleno de rostros doblados
que recorto en forma de objetos que amar

11
ahora
           en esta hora inocente
yo y la que fui nos sentamos
en el umbral de mi mirada

12
no más las dulces metamorfosis de una niñ3; de seda
sonámbula ahora en la cornisa de niebla

su despertar de mano respirando
de flor que se abre al viento

13
explicar con palabras de este mundo
que partió de mí un barco llevándome

14
El poema que no digo,
el que no merezco.
Miedo de ser dos
camino del espejo:
alguien en mí dormido
me come y me bebe.

15
Extraño desacostumbrarme
de la hora en que nací.
Extraño no ejercer más
oficio de recién llegada.

16
has construido tu casa
has emplumado tus pájaros
has golpeado al viento
con tus propios huesos
has terminado sola
lo que nadie comenzó

17
Días en que una palabra lejana se apodera de mí. Voy por esos días
sonámbula y transparente. La hermosa autómata se canta, se encanta,
se cuenta casos y cosas: nido de hilos rígidos donde me danzo y me
lloro en mis numerosos funerales. (Ella es su espejo incendiado, su
espera en hogueras frías, su elemento místico, su fornicación de nom-
bres creciendo solos en la noche pálida.)

20
                                                               a Laure Bataillon

dice que no sabe del miedo de la muerte del amor
dice que tiene miedo de la muerte del amor
dice que el amor es muerte es miedo
dice que la muerte es miedo es amor
dice que no sabe

21
he nacido tanto
y doblemente sufrido
en la memoria de aquí y de allá

22
en la noche
un espejo para la pequeña muerta
un espejo de cenizas

23
una mirada desde la alcantarilla
puede ser una visión del mundo
la rebelión consiste en mirar una rosa
hasta pulverizarse los ojos

32
Zona de plagas donde la dormida come lentamente
su corazón de medianoche.

33
alguna vez
                   alguna vez tal vez
me iré sin quedarme
                   me iré como quien se va


34
la pequeña viajera
moría explicando su muerte

sabios animales nostálgicos
visitaban su cuerpo caliente


35
a Ester Singer

Vida, mi vida, déjate caer, déjate doler, mi vida, déjate enlazar de fuego,
de silencio ingenuo, de piedras verdes en la casa de la noche,
déjate caer y doler, mi vida.


37
más allá de cualquier zona prohibida
hay un espejo para nuestra triste transparencia


38
Este canto arrepentido, vigía detrás de mis poemas'
este canto me desmiente, me amordaza.

Pictures of last week

Here are some pictures of the last week, some moments were nice and some were not, this week it's going to be decisive for my future plans, I'm scared but I trust in God. This going to be a lovely week, I know :)

Wednesday was my friend Marisol's birthday, we went to a pub called Casablanca, it was a funny night.

 Me on sunday morning.

 Yesterday my mom, my sister and I went to Acha Theater of my city to watch a performance by BAFOPAZ a folkloric ballet company. I t was very amusing.

Smile and think positive during your constant revolution.

Bianka

Tiempo pa' bailar flamenco!

Watch and listen to this song performed by Buika, an Afro Spanish singer,  I love this song and dancing this song made me feel relax and much better :)

I don't like you not because of my beliefs, I don't like you because you're an asshole!

I'm single and does not mean that I'm going to make out with every man that  walks in front of me... Yesterday night I went to a Disco where a friend was celebrating her birthday, it was an electronic party with good Djs, I was having fun with my friends Nona and Marisol but suddenly a friend, a guy friend, came to me with some other friends who wanted take me photos with them I accepted but, this guy friend was behind me and he started to kiss my back!! I was wearing a halter dress and part of my back was naked, I was so angry, I pushed him and told him: Don't touch me!! Then I was dancing and he grabbed me strongly the hand and I was very mad that I almost cried, I let his hand quickly and pushed him again and told him: What's wrong with you? Then I went to a living room and I sat down with my friends, when I looked my cellphone he sent me a stupid message saying this: "You're pretty but you're christian, fuck" I was angry because of that, I didn't give him any signs that made him think that I like him! I was mad because he messed with my beliefs!  I believe in God not in religions and I don't like him because of my beliefs I don't like him because he's an imbecil! How many times I'm going to tell people that I don't want to be with anybody right now?!!

I'm angry and sad, I don't mess with others beliefs, why a stupid dude whom I rejected has to mess with mine?!

I'm sorry for this post but I'm fed up with some stupid people...

Bianka

Some sounds to chill out

I have many things to do and I have a plenty of time but I don't know what happen when I realized that the day is over... I think I'm becoming a little bit lazy and that's not good, but today as I was writing an essay I was listening to these songs that helped me to focus on my goal. I have a day to finish to organize all my documents to an application, this is my last oportunity in this year.

Listen to these songs,  you're going to chill out and maybe you want to dance, dancing is very relaxing :)






Kisses

Bianka

Mocha Martinique night

Yesterday night I met with my dear friend Marisol, we talked and talked about many things, it's nice to have a chat with her, she is an amazing girl and the only one who did not judge me when I  broke up with my ex and I apreciate that. She always supports me when I make my decisions and it's good to have such a friend like her. 

Here are some  pictures of my night.

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I ordered a Mocha martinique coffee, it was made with brandy, cinnamon, cocoa and coffee, delicious!

My dear Marisol

Me and Marisol.

It was a good night, we cried, we laughed, we felt released talking about our problems and how we're going to handle them.

Eat peaches with cherries.

Bianka

Retro fun

I'm wondering if in the past people had more fun than people in this era. So I looked for some retro pictures on pinterest, and look what I found.

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Have a nice week, smile and stop thinking that everything would be shitty because it won't, we have bad times but they don't happen all the time, something wonderful it's going to happen, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week or maybe next month. Do not despair :)

Bianka

Lesson learned

If you feel that something it's not going to work and your stomach wants to get out through your mouth, you have to listen to these signs because they might be right...

I thought I was getting over  my break up but I wasn't. My friends told me there was a concert in a pub from my city and I thought it was going to be a good idea, but it wasn't, my ex boyfriend was there, his band was performing, I thought it would be cool, because he's a wonderful musician, but I felt uncomfortable there and I think my ex didn't like my presence there, so I told my friends that I wanted to go home,  we got out of that pub, it was an awkward moment; we barely said hi to each other, and when I said goodbye to him, he looked very mad, I don't know why, maybe it's because I deleted him on facebook, and that's because, I want to stop thinking about him, he said he doesn't love me anymore and I need to get over my relationship. I felt so sad, we had almost two years of relationship and we became like strangers...


We both had fault of this break up, it wasn't just mine. I think we're not going to be friends either... He took off the bracelets that I gave to him... I think it's over and I need to move on.

I don't want to have a boyfriend or a lover right now, I don't want to be with anybody, I want to be alone for a long time. I feel so tired to keep thinking that  what would happen if I had not decided to break up with my ex.... But I did and I can't back to the past,  during my relationship I wasn't feeling good, I'd felt ignored and hurted because he didn't realize that some things that he used to do or he used to say hurted me and I hadn't said anything just because I didn't want to be annoying...

So, I have to stop feeling anxious and depressed. It's horrible, I look like Loca de mierda ,a vlog serie that I talked before, hahaha. Anyway, I need to be wise and follow that little voice inside me. 

And I need to get an scholarship for my master degree!! The university that I was applying didn't answer my e mail...

If you believe in God pray for me and if you don't send me good vibes.

Bianka

Burning

Tomorrow is the application deadline of a master degree that I'm applying, and guess what? I still don't have the money to pay my application fee... I'm really frightened, I don't know what I'm going to do, I haven't finished my statement of interest either... Unfortunately I don't have opportunities here to develope my career, I love my country but this is not the time to be here. I have so many projects to make here in my country but I need to save money and here I wouldn't be able to do that. Sometimes, I feel so frustrated because I can't find a job that is related to my career, and I can't make any projects, because, as I said before, it requires money, and money is the thing that I don't have....

Wish me luck, tomorrow we'll see if I get the money to pay the application and send my documents.

Listen to Esperanza Spalding, she's a wonderful bassist.

Bianka

Being sad is just a phase

Listen to this song by Regina Spektor, I love the lyrics, sometimes, you are so closed in your shallow pain that you can't see the real pain that the others are living.


A kiss in your forehead, sometimes is hard to stop pressing the memories, you feel angry, and you can't understand why is over. I'm still walking through this dark hall of nostalgic broken promises and little by little I can see the light.

Bianka

Let's go outside!

I have to say that I became a hermit... I don't go out to anywhere and it's because I don't have money and other stuffs... I really need money to pay an application, I don't know what I'm going to do, we'll see... Yesterday I took a walk to the university to talk to my proffessors about something that I will tell you in later posts. It felt so good to walk in the rain and feel happy for the beautiful moment. Today I had a meeting with a friend to work on a cultural platform in order to promote emerging musicians from Bolivia, it's going to be an interesting website, I'll show you when it's finished. Here are some pictures of these two days.

 A rainy  morning, yesterday

 I ordered a Mocha Latte and my friend a tiny cup of coffee, also I glanced an interesting book that he was holding.

My friend's finger, the wi fi was not working and we were goofing with the camera.

Move you nose!

Bianka

"Olvidate de Tito y de los caminos al río"

I've been thinking about making a vlog talking about my life and my break up so I can feel released but I found this wonderful comedian, Malena Pichot, who filmed a kind of blog about her rupture, I don't know if the history was real, but I really enjoyed her videos, she's amazing! Here you have my favorite video of "Loca de mierda" that's the name of her vlogs series. I hope you like it :) It's in Spanish.




If you want to know why I wrote that title in spanish it's because I love a song by an argentinian Bossa Nova band called El Kuelgue, they are wonderful, I really like the singer, he's an actor and a comedian, I love his style :) Enjoy this video.

Bianka

I refuse to suffer

I'm a woman and my destiny is not to suffer. All of this week I 've been watching the news and I really felt hurt because all I watched was women murders and rapes, in less than a week there were 3 women dead in my city. By the same token, I was listenning a ladies chat, they were talking about the women disgrace, they said that our destiny is to suffer, since the beginning of our lives we cry and we'll keep crying at the end of our days...

Why a woman have to be weak? I just don't understand  why people portray women like a soul in pain who had to sacrifice all their dreams for having children...  I don't understan why are happening these murders, why are there men who rape and kill women?

I'm very mad with people who think women are weaker than men, that we are delicate persons, but  men are delicate too!

We have to stop with the wrong idea that we need someone who protects us because it's not like that, women are as strong as men. We have to stop denying that women are ok, because we're not, we keep living in this sexist society that represses both women and men, that determines who is pretty and who's not. We're still living a repression even inside us and we have to show that we're strong and we could live free without consumerism and without sexism.

I'm a woman who doesn't need someone in her life just because the society says that I will be alone. I'm strong and I won't let anyone to hurt me because he or she thinks I'm weak. I'm woman who believes in feminism that is not a ideology for selfish women is a way of life that fights for gender equity. Maybe someday, I'll have a relationship with a man who believies in feminism and fight for freedom, and I'm sure I'll find him. Feminism is not a ideology that hates men.

Women have to united and start to think critically. Please, stop consuming, it's time to fight for freedom that make us creatives to make this a better place.

Bianka

Anarchist texts

As I said before, I believe in anarchism and a good way to know what anarchism is about, is through its literature, so I decided to show you some websites where you can read good anarchist texts. I recomend you to read some good authors to understand better this ideology. Read Hakim Bey's texts, read Emma Goldman, Noam Chomsky, Errico Malatesta, Herbert Read.

Here are a list of these websites:

theanarchistlibrary
http://archive.org/details/ChaostheBroadsheetsOfOntologicalAnarchism
kclibertaria
http://english6.net/n/noam-chomsky-excerpt-from-the-humanist-interview-e887-pdf.pdf
anarchyfiles

Anarchy is peace and order, remember that!

Bianka

Smooth you!!

 Listen to this smooth jazz mix  that I found on 8tracks :)

 

Smooth Jazz Mix 1 from HDiamond on 8tracks Radio. 

Move your hair and talk to bugs, you will learn wonderful things through your chat. 

Bianka

Cloudy sunday and puchero fair

It's been raining in Cochabamba, and you can barely see the sun. We went to church, then, went to the Puchero fair, it's a traditional dish from Bolivia, wich I really don't like, it's with cabbage, peach, fatty meat... Most of the people love it, my family does! But I don't.

I feel a little bit sad, I miss my dad and all of this day I've been thinking about the past, wich I need to let it behind.

Here are some pictures of my day.

 A lady who was cooking the puchero.

 The fair.

 Me.

 My lunch, a pizza!

Dancing with my hand.

Have a nice week.

Bianka

Favorite outfits

I can't finish mi essay!! I'm scared, I have to write another one and everything is until tomorrow! I'm kind of blocked. Wish me luck and pray for me.

As you see, here are some outfits that I really like on polyvore, I know that I don't have enough time to write on the blog but I wanted to show you one of my favorite things: Dreaming with retro or indie outfits.

Shirt Dress Goes Retro by amy-phelps featuring a pointelle cardigan

Primary Polka Dots por amy-phelps con flat shoes

Retro Black, White, and Red por chrissykp con chandelier earrings

Bag Splurge with a Retro Feel por lashandanista con wide brim hats

 Sing a song that you used to like when you were a teenager.

Bianka