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