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Queen "CHILDREN OF OXIDE" in the National Festival of Film and Video

The documentary directed by OCTAVIO BARABOGLIA and IVAN IANNAMICO produced by Group Southern Line, "SONS OF OXIDE" was selected to participate in the 1 º Festival National Film and Video Black River last September

note is the organization of the Festival. Very good service to everyone. It assembled a great group of people among all the filmmakers.

"Oxide Sons" had its first function on Thursday 17 September in the town of General rock in the room of the Casa de la Cultura.

And he had a second function on Friday 18 in the town of Allen in Cinema Paradiso 2. "

The two functions had very good response from the public, especially in General Roca, which hosted the Festival.

winning short film festival was "Employment" de Santiago "Bou" Grasso. An excellent animation that depicts human misery to survive in an evil system of capitalism. Soon

be uploaded videos and images of "Sons of rust" in the 1 st National Festival of Film and Video of Black River.

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About Black River us

SOUTH LINE Group was created in 2004 under the tutelage of OCTAVIO BARABOGLIA and IANNAMICO IVAN. together we put together a working group to create film projects where there is a remarkable socio-political line. Quickly joined classmates, friends, family made the group grow superbly.
The Group sought from the beginning, not only perform, but also encourage observation, the look, the seventh analysis art.
always said that the only way can create is to have teachers.

Today, the idea of \u200b\u200barming the cyberspace is creating a niche where you can expand SOUTH LINE Group. Add friends, colleagues who want to be part of this search. Build a place where tipping thoughts, ideas, writings, images, videos . analysis also works.
A place where development is encouraged. Welcome

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old keys that open and close certain times, the key will not open the photo never lock the door for today accessed via a key in current use. Hay amores who die in the sea of \u200b\u200bindifference, others love die in their beds, and hearts are torn as scarlet. An American family of Sephardic origin, of the ancient Jews of Toledo, inherited a centuries old key and then realized they opened a heavy wooden door in the town of Swords better temper. A walk gave their possessors as to investigate their origin, finding out, therefore, it was the result of an edict of expulsion and that its inhabitants kept the key to your home in case the repentance of some kings in the damn Catholics repealed edict and return to his home in Toledo, and water the garden which was left with a thorny tree branches and huge heavy lemon juice, as bitter as the tears that fell, also in the cemetery, where lay the bones of many of his ancestors in a land dedicated and consecrated according to their customs. Toledo was the city of three cultures, Toldoth in Judeo-English.
This is the key that will not open my door and hitting like crazy with his latch in case the residents indoors I opened with the intercom, but the romance is gone, one of the last Jews of Toledo.

Antonio Valcárcel.

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OLD KEY TO BE GOING NOW POETS, I PUT MY FEELINGS. LETTER TO MAURA

POETS TO BE GOING NOW, I PUT MY FEELINGS.

dream. To dream that dream is to move forward, like diving into a swimming pool and not the Poluco climaxes. And if I tell the ladies who visited me in my nights, from my youth to my fall, were falling all pages of the calendar as: blondes, brunettes, the color of carrots ... all women were seeking to nourish my wise my ethereal. In the afterlife where borders cease to be, say the ladies are looking for the man in a dream that every night acquitted of slime and pollution there is always a cemetery, they nourish these muses the subconscious of those wells, and me and not an incentive. Seek, women, paper, plastic, not bone, their flesh stink to other households firewood smoke is just that, meat and bones. A heart that I had jumped from myself and go wandering through the meadows of my dreams, it happens the day mother and my dreams were dashed.