lunes, 4 de octubre de 2010

The mothers of Plaza de Mayo infiltred for the Salta Governement a nephew of Mera Figueroa the husband of Agustina Braun Blaquier

There is one community that exceeds the average Argentinean in kitsch and are the subspecies of the "Salteños" pretentious provincial, of dubious crests, which are capable of peerages awarded by approximation of the surname. For example if you called Alba, they inmediatly are considered himself descendants or cousins of the Duchess of Alba, forgetting that his patronymic of this house is currently Alvarez de Toledo and  actualy Fitz James (son of James) And so they go merrily through life feeling “the rich kids of Village” all this mixed with superstition and drug trafficking endemic, make this an aside, that all governors, judges of the court, judges and government officials in the province, are mixed in that, or at best are complicit his silence.
Later he was to discover that the arm of this scourge not only embraces the Blaquier, but also the University of the Madres de Plaza de Mayo.
A third class of Hebe went and I signed up for mine in the legal career with the wild idea to be graduated at age 70 so we can begin the trial for the DNA and obtain the restoration of my identity. I was stolen the day I was born. Obviously I am an optimist and I take this very seriously, decided to capitalize on the punishment of living in this hellish asylum, take it as a hotel, dedicated to studying and preparing to enter college, with the firm determination to study the whole career, beginning to end. I still could not conceive the absence of justice !Truly do not know why! Because every day we see how human rights are violated throughout the world. As the great powers, champions of democracy, lie shamelessly, invading, killing and destroying other countries in order to take over mundane sources of energy or other resourcesThe XXI century is exposing the hypocrisy, but not fast enough, the press, social networks, Internet, are manipulable, it is  my turn to check it daily in my complaint. They suspended the accounts of Tiwtter (I'm accused of spam)invented  false directional blogs where send my readers, and an endless number of tricks criminal who defile the freedom of expression.
 The fact is. I passed my test,  but the first few days I began to notice anomalies, the day before presenting the practical work that was actually a test house. A fellow dressed appropriately, with cell phone, and other symbols of consumption, approached me with a tear-jerking story. Sick child with a disability, imminent eviction, inability to cope with the Internet and little knowledge of the vocabulary used by teachers. He proposed me to meet the next day at the Library of Congress to discuss the work at home. I attended the scheduled in time (I point) half an hour later came other colleagues with their work, the more successful it brought a mason, perhaps the most rugged of all classmates, when I asked him how he had done, I said that it was actually authored by a friend militant communist who had studied hard to Marx. Obviously the great solution was to copy the work, and this was superfialy agreed. Manager of the meeting of friends, did not appear.

Then in the solitude of my arguments come to the conclusion that my statement was much more authentic than the work of militant terminology that even used a completely alien to me. Present my work and I passed.
The other anomaly was an insufferable companion, ordinary, arrogant and diluent. That first day she said "I'll be your lawyer" insisted with cookies, inviting me to your home or intends to study with me. I ran as best I could until later time and to the evidence that he worked for the Blaquier. I’m adjourned the word. But the issue was more complicated than  the farter woman in itself. Here I must  to explain the situation. Because when the Duke of Edinburgh in question, it does not matter, Catholic Church, Mothers of Plaza de Mayo, the Argentine Government. Or the Pope of Rome himself (remember the Polish priest's homily at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem or the cure of Jujuy on the door of the Church of the Transfiguration on Mount Tabor). In the month of January 2009 since by that time militábamos spreading in public, pamphlets denounce  to the world the Israeli aggression in the Gaza Strip, I was invited to the Mother's radio to discuss my views. As I am a regular reader of The Guardian, BBC, Le Monde, in my view three independent organs of the international press, was much better informed than the average Argentines, subject to the local press openly Zionist dye. In my speach claim the Israeli authorities consider as war criminals, and report that Gaza was a concentration camp in the open sky Of course this was to have a very naive view of politics in Argentina. Peronism or left after Perón, is an ignoble mafia where they buy and sell people according opportunities, where no one has an ideology, where dignity is an illustrious unknown and today we are Islamists or Bolivarian and tomorrow, so if the opportunity indicates, Clintonites and lackeys of AIPAC.  Hebe in their journey, demanding justice for the murders of their children, the only place that resonated  was with the current government, was they who made possible the incarceration of criminal military junta, and that has its price. For now, I think she is obliged to act very much against his principles and the principles of their children, must compromise with political figures, to be allies of the national government, who are imposed for the government himself. This one must resolve his weakness himself, with politic allies like Menem, the most corrupt former president who know. They are minority in Congress. have to buy the votes.
The fact is that a nephew of the Minister Mera Figueroa married drug dealer Braun Agustina Blaquier, one Urtubey, the subject of bad sort, as his maternal uncle, and now governor of that province unclean. Hebe was that opened the doors to their college, the freshman class were a parody advocacy prepared, with fellow Salteños, Jewish prostitutes and a large group of students in the class not only studied but will not ostentatiously prevented a concentrate and understand what there raged.
Right or wrong and although I was aware of the parody I decided to continue until the end of the year, and then spend the UBA Law School where he usually works without all the ideological fantasy of Peronism which ultimately serves no purpose except to get some public employees where steal with impunity.
 Lo! Always ends meet, and the Mothers and the Church proved to be the same.

miércoles, 22 de septiembre de 2010

Letter to Her Majesty

After three month denouncing the violation for my human rights at twitter the 30 august appears in my wall facebook this comments of Her Majesty the Queen Elizabeth and obviously I read.


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HM Queen Elizabeth ‎'This wonderful woman has kept herself busy and has suffered many insults by those who envy her position in this life, have we ever heard her say a harsh word? she is the figurehead that represents the history of a nation and the relationship between the people of that nation and those that run it, She represents stabi...
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HM Queen Elizabeth Just a quick one to do away with the misconception of the monarchy having no power in the UK, take a look at this and change your opinions! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzXUP783zuE

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HM Queen Elizabeth Should anybody wish to write to HM Queen Elizabeth to pass on your words of support or questions, write to
Her Majesty The Queen
Buckingham Palace
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If you wish to write a formal letter, you can open with 'Madam' and close the letter with the form 'I have the honour to be, Madam, Your Majesty's humble and o...
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HM Queen Elizabeth Anybody have any interesting stories from meeting any royals? Do share!
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After read all her comments and thinking perhaps with my denouncing of HRH Prince Philip as my father with his lover Malena Nelson, I’m involuntary insult Her Majesty. Then I write a letter adress to her to Buckingham Palace London SW1A AA1, the first September of the current year to share with her my desperate situation cause the insensibility of HRH my father as the persecution of the family of my biological mother, as this gangs try to make me sign my renouncing to my rights. How thanks this people I’m homeless I write to Her Majesty the only way to contact me is internet to tommyserra@gmail.com . Unfortunately just today I don’t have any answer, I have the posibility to survive 6 days more, and sincerely I’m very tired after twelve years living without my civil rights. Today I have the security of the alzhaimer of my mother and after I read the english papers I suspected the senility of my father to. Then I don’t have good expectatives without the intervention of Her Majesty.
Here the harassment, psicological, sexual and phisical don’t stop. Yesterday night few meters to a restaurante where I’m invited for his inauguration, an old Host of asylum where I lived and was tortured the last year expecting me at the door to proposed me go to live again to this Hell. There the control of the psychologists is total. Result not more twitter complaints.
All this to explain how tired of live in this conditions I. The only hope is a sig for Her Majesty who I don’t be sure that came.

Letter to Her Majesty



After three month denouncing the violation for my human rights at twitter the 30 august appears in my wall facebook this comments of Her Majesty the Queen Elizabeth and obviously I read.




HM Queen Elizabeth ‎'This wonderful woman has kept herself busy and has suffered many insults by those who envy her position in this life, have we ever heard her say a harsh word? she is the figurehead that represents the history of a nation and the relationship between the people of that nation and those that run it, She represents stabi...lity,she inspires loyalty and has given up her own personal freedom in order to serve her country'
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HM Queen Elizabeth Just a quick one to do away with the misconception of the monarchy having no power in the UK, take a look at this and change your opinions! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzXUP783zuE
Join Monarchist League of YouTube - http://www.youtube.com/group/Monarchist More information on the Royalty - http://www.youtube.com/324wilson Power & Glory of the British Monarchy 1/3
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HM Queen Elizabeth Should anybody wish to write to HM Queen Elizabeth to pass on your words of support or questions, write to
Her Majesty The Queen
Buckingham Palace
London SW1A 1AA
If you wish to write a formal letter, you can open with 'Madam' and close the letter with the form 'I have the honour to be, Madam, Your Majesty's humble and o...bedient servant' (not obligatory)

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After read all her comments and thinking perhaps with my denouncing of HRH Prince Philip as my father with his lover Malena Nelson, I’m involuntary insult Her Majesty. Then I write a letter adress to her to Buckingham Palace  London SW1A  AA1, the first September of the current year to share with her my desperate situation cause the insensibility of  HRH my father and the persecution of the family of my biological mother, as this gangs try to make me sign my renouncing to my rights. How thanks this people I’m homeless I write to Her Majesty  the only way to contact me is internet to  tommyserra@gmail.com . Unfortunately just today I don’t have any answer, I have the posibility to survive 6 days more, and sincerely I’m very tired after twelve years living without my civil rights. Today I have the security of the alzhaimer of my mother and after I read  the english papers I suspected the senility of my father to. Then I don’t have good expectatives without the intervention of Her Majesty.
Here the harassment, psicological, sexual and phisical don’t stop. Yesterday night few meters to a restaurante where I’m invited for his inauguration, an old Host of asylum where I lived and tortured the  last year expecting me at the door to proposed me go to live again to this Hell. There the control of the psychologists is total. Result not more twitter complaints.
All this to explain how tired of live in this conditions I. The only hope is a sig for Her Majesty who I don’t be sure that came.

lunes, 13 de septiembre de 2010

The Catholic Church

La iglesia católica,


Following my confession with Father Garey and mystical experience in the house of the Virgin "Meryem Ana Evi," I became a faithful daily communion, while the pastor of the Church of Pilar never enjoy my sympathy, because fascia voice, making it more serious during his homilies and more suspicious indicator of their sexual identity. Attended to attend mass daily and pray the rosary, there began to detect anomalies such as that at the moment I appeared focused on, an Irish prayer with a child he sat beside me, getting my change of seat automatically, as Agustina Braun Blaquier try to impose their nephews and my sister Agustina Blaquier of Matarazzo tell me “you could enjoy the usufruct, but that capital was even for my grandchildren (those Agustina Braun nephews) that I am marked by a rejection of children in general, they are already beings manipulated by their parents or grandparents and taking advantage of his innocence it can be used to win the heart of some unfortunate lack of affection as me.

He also appeared another pious parishioner who was praying the rosary, with skinny high walking with the same step of the guard at Buckingham Palace, and ended insinuating homosexuality, this disgusting and misleading term to be trying to integrate me into a church in Avellaneda away from the Pilar church, where the whole society Buenos Aires, can saw me in religion fulfill daily, it seems that to run out Blaquier moralistic arguments !They Moralists! and it was better to hide in a suburban parish. This filth was called Battiti

And obviously was under the orders of the corrupt priest. This evil priest and worshiper of the golden calf, in combination with my biological mother and my father then organized another evil. He had to hide the bastard. And especially if it came to Mass, while he was in homosexual orgies or drugs, it was acceptable for society to see. After all this was to rob him, his rights and his own pocket, and the one who could ever have.

The action of the Church was not lonely, my biological mother in collusion with my father get that Carlton Hobbs, London antiques dealer set me up and this made it neatly and carefully. As I was sending pictures of all the auctions,

The order me two paintings on glass (very fragile), the most hideous and badly painted that I saw in my life. During the auction when Sarachaga warned that trying to buy these, quickly believed an “ Michel Ange” authorship, and start to insist a client, perhaps Caraballo, to bid ,the lot was purchase, 6000us dollars exceeded supply that Hobbs had made me, and as this was more than enough for those two clunkers. When I gave him the news of the purchase failed to Sharon, Secretary of Hobbs, it said "Bad ,very bad, That is very bad."

Then a table appeared Bullrich Jansen toillet completely lined in mirrors (very fragile too) was bought by phone, carrier DHL they recommended a certain Villanueva that destroyed the table to hammer. After smashed my mirrors table at the carrier store or the customs office. My relationship with Hobbs became much more complicated, of course blames me, That table had only a decorative value, the objective was to destroy my relationship with Hobbs, with to lead to despair and to request assistance to gangster, Massot, Blaquier & CIA. And thus make me fall into their hands.

As is easy to deduce all this was done with the consent of my Father, that somehow continues to protect the filth of my biological mother and his filthy family.

The desperation came, had three months of hotel without payd and then went to talk to the pastor of the church Pilar had distracted me neatly for four months to see a lawyer sending me this was his acolyte. A nasty Salta, snobbish, pretentious, and Peronist Opus Dei and especially liar, relative for the nephew of the narco husband of agustina Braun Blaquier. This was the one who asked me 4000us dollars to start the trial by the DNA. When I explain the situation in which he was recommended to me committed to an asylum, at first I got into one belonging to the church of Socorro,

What is a hostel for beggars and tramps, all this humiliation after pictures get me like a criminal in the yard of another asylum. In this place my next bed companion make obscene displays during the night, I was physically assaulted, the lawyer for Caritas (Charity organization of the Catholic Church) a snob and gay at the edges, it also made me waste time with lies and delays , ended up being a friend of the Massot (those who stole my home.) In this place I was infected with sputum pneumonia deposited on my pillow, I report all that, to the psychologist is a charlatan like all the psychologists, that when you communicate to the homosexual overtones, the next day was worse

. It was in these circumstances that I committed to an asylum under the Government of the City of Buenos Aires, the Nursing Home San Martín, in that place, I live for almost a year I suffered psychological aggression and physical, from the authorities. The first day I arrived, the psychologist came to tell me that “The Blaquier are aristocrats”. Those I answered that “they are farmers and nothing else” Not only sent the message of his high social status (rich kid of village) but they sent me to a room with a guy who sexually assaulted me and I had to smash his face to blows. Then I decided  began to attend the cooking classes of Hebe de Bonafini(the president of Madres de Plaza de Mayo), hoping to approach human rights, those in Argentina, are handled by the Jews and if there is no interest political, not operating in reality are a sham. The first day the recipe was called "militant osobuco" the kitchen was actually an excuse to talk politics, I liked Hebe, I reached take more sympathy, I admired the courage of this woman, who defied all got powers to condemn the murderers of their children !That is a Mother!

I also liked its clarity to denounce the sentimentality and bad taste of the celebrity of Buenos Aires and the whole of society lies in Argentina. It reaches more, considered her the antithesis of the vulgar. And that is much in this country. Because Argentina is “cursi” in every sense of the word. And I am a victim of that concept. My biological mother is and was a “cursi”, like his family, his mother (my biological grandmother) I prefer not to imagine, must have been the "Nec plus ultra" of guarango (coarse). Here I must explain the word “cursi” definition on the dictionary “

adj. And com. Which aims to be elegant or refined without being one, making the ridiculous:
drink with the little finger on top is the most corny-cursi.
What is one who wants to do his best.
The authorities of The National Decorative Art Museum are very, very but very "cursi" it is unforgetable the tasteless how is placed and displayed the furniture. The vicepresident of The Friends Society was the Queen Mother copy get dressed.

jueves, 26 de agosto de 2010

Istanbul

Arriving to Mikonos the wind was so strong as during all the time that stay there I can’t go to Delos to see the Apollo shrine then I refuge me at Camping Beach Paradise decided to display my tent, I was a back packer traveller. As was the end of the season the site was with very low visitors and finally I rent a bungalow and keep the tent on his packet. The beach was nudist with a not very beauty people. This one had very isolate and you only can go to the village in a buss with a not very regular service then I rent an small motorcycle and with that I recognised all the island but one day going out, inexplicably the handlebars blocked was, and crash against a parked car, hurt me in the knee. All that occurs the day after who I visit a gay bar at central Mikonos.Obviously without motorcycle at end of the season and my knee hurt I expect two days to feel better and return to Athens. Decided go to Istanbul I buy a ticket at central station just a frontier site near the Turkish town of Edirne. If bad don’t remembering was called Pisio or Pisiou. There was the end of the rail then we came down and start to walk to the Turkish side, a pair of US gay young boys start to walk beside to me, obviously we start to speak, one of them was very friendly an don’t stop to speak and show me his tatou up his ass, finaly we arrive to a bridge over a mountain river more or less large, but plentiful of clear water. Arriving to the Turk side we are receip like inportant pople the soldiers stood at attention, after the Migration paperwork we go to an small vilage to take the buss to Istanbul. When we arrived my news friends had revealed as very useful. They was very good informed about the hotel and the neighborhood who live. In few minutes we was installed, they go quickly to the turkish baths but I refused follow them. As we are very near to the market I Make a tour to see the carpets. The quality for the new carpets was extraordinary all this was presented like old carpets with a wise used velvet, one of the carpet sellers, learn me a trick to recognise the completely new carpets, that was take an small thread and burn this, If this became an small ball, it is wool, If she burn with blue yellow flame it is plastic. With the carpets dealers you can’t have any problem to understand them they speak every. But quickly I was informed where was the best places to see to most beautiful. Then I start walk the Mosques and museums. How I was accustomed to carpets of the Buenos Aires Market where all the carpets was guaranteed be buyed 20 or 30 years ago in the worst case, look carpet in is origin place was a big challenge but only in two opportunities I was duped.


.I know is difficult to believed, but some times I’m a lucky man! The bienal of Istambul was developing during these days, then I can see the cistern of Hagia Sofia with proyected animations of Pakemon over her walls watching through the magnificent columns in the most of the cases stolen to others temples of the antique world. Remembering two, completely sculpted like vegetal trees or the two plinth sculpted with Medusa’s face one fall to the left(the roman western empire) and the other standing(the roman empire of orient). I don't see all the manifestations of the Bienal, only some modern art interventions at Hagia Irene who was making an magnificent contrast with this old frame. My visit to Hagia Sofia was unforgetable I go to see this monument each day with an unstoppable atraction, atraction to see, read, know, touch, every stone every bronze, at the moment I’m ignoring my identitie despite a sugesting company who follow me during my travel to Mikonos for a sail boat with an english flag, but I ‘m don't believed that follow me. For these days the pair of gay boys sugested me go to visit Efeso the old capital for the greec world in Asia. Arriving to Selçuk I take an cheap hotel, and the follow day I go to visit the Artemisa Temple and the Saint John basilic, for entry to this place you must passing through the persecution door. In this place I offer to God, if I can safe my soul I accepted the persecution. Some times you must believed or blast, to day have 12 years persecuted by the Blaquier stepsisters and the argentinan society but the real problem was, now I dont believed in other life, then the most probably my soul go to death with me.







.This shameless Duke quickly try to capitalized the christian learning about the aceptation of the pain of our fate and the forgiveness, in his hypocritical conception for the life of others(his son life included) the piety only keep place for himself or his beauty lover. During all the 66 years of my wretch life(without love, money or friendly advices, submerged on the homosexuality or the drugs) my mother the pharmacist’s daughter go the most of the years to Windsor to follow the Polo Championships(see her declarations to Kelley http://www.humano.ya.com/reales/malena/malena.htm ). All that with the complicity of the Duke and the English-Argentinean establishment

From my turn to religion, my father decided to take the circumstances and I prepare a punch line with the house of the Virgin Mary in SelÇuc. On the second day I went to see the ruins of Ephesus on the road found a French couple who quickly told me about this Virgin Mary place. My choice was quickly and in minutes was up the hill of the Nightingale, during the road several execed friendly dogs came to greet me with graceful bow, accompanying a stretch of road. I was still recovering from the blow suffered in my knee but the pain had miraculously disappeared. Once at the site talk to a nun to see the possibility of confession and communion, as to several days that no one stepped Catholic Church. Then arrange for the following day to 6am. In the middle of the crowd of worshipers who visited the place remarque a Cocker Spaniel puppy of fine race, but neither will call me any case. Returning to SelÇuc I went immediately to hire a taxi to take me to the sanctuary at 5:30 am.

. The taxi came to pick on time and arrived at the site within a few minutes, it was still dark, I sat on a parapet overlooking a ravine and began to pray the rosary.  It was the moment of dawn when the night lights just before sunrise, I must stress here that the clean air and the brightness of the sky in the eastern Mediterranean is matchless. I was ecstatic, it was at that time that the puppy Cocker Spaniel approached me and gently biting my hand in my left pocket where was clutching a rosary, it was as if I woke up, the dog began to tug trying to take me to the chapel where a priest to confess expected. Needless to say, what amazes me the situation but as I was in the house of the Virgin Mary to take it as something that could be consistent with the holiness of the place. He confessed, hear Mass and receive communion, then I went to breakfast in the coffe shop of the place where the puppy came with me and breakfast too.Today, after twelve years of persecution and cognitive behavioral therapies, and countless performances by trained dogs, I have no doubt that all this had been despite our primary mystical illusion, was carefully assembled by my dad. I remember one of the arguments that arose in the analysis was: Who is going to take the job of trained dogs bring to this remote place, to make me believe in the truth revealed. The case was to swallow the hock and believed. After several more visits to the shrine, I went to finally see the ruins of Ephesus. Those who saw it as spoils of human futility without greater importance. In this state the spirit I moved to the island of Rhodes, where I spent several days waiting for a ship to take me to Haifa, it was swift enough to exasperate and to discover that when I get angry I can speak Italian fluently, suddenly exclaim ” ma e tanto difficile fare un biglietto per andare a Haifa “ to the Venetian ticket seller maritime agency. Take the wait through all the interesting places in the city, I especially remember one afternoon after a short rain went out to walk, was at that moment that I saw in all its splendor the countless mosaics on the streets, the moisture potential colors, sunny weather that are barely visible. Impressive is the strength of the Knights of Malta in its interior saved mosaics stolen and taken by Mussolini from the adjacent islands. Finally the boat arrived and I boarded to go to Haifa to Jerusalem.

jueves, 19 de agosto de 2010

this must be read between the entrys of 6 and 11 august "how Agustina blaquier proposed me sold the carriages collection where my father put his ass.

After the table history I coming back to “La Barra House” to continue to paint puting all my strongest will to stop with the drugs, But the fucking Arias don’t stopping to call me by phone ad mid night to wake me, perhaps with the intention to push me to the drug again, just to one day who furious take the car go to his house and I knock his face as he never call again. But if Arias was go out the son of the wife of my neighbor, his replacement was, this one was a 23 years old young drug addict, who start rest to sleep at my house in friendship ambiguous, his mother was in sexual relationship with Nene Danuzzo the partner of the suicides son of the Baroness. How the summer started he came with his girlfriend and his small daughter, obviously to make a familial frontage as the moral level for my neighbors was far to the standar familial summer tourist like the others tree near houses, at this neighbourhood everybody had a corpse hidden at his closet. At the middle of December junior Ayerza accompanied by Silvita Greeen landed at a small house 200meters near my house obviously with drugs. One of this nights was the last phone call for Arias, this one make me a police denounce about I'm knock him, Junior Ayerza take his defence, and I kick off him for my house. Silvita stay with me gave me reason. The fight with Junior was a problem as I trade with him and Hobbs about a pair of commodes of his family. Finally the business was finish to the of summer end when the traitor Massot had removed me to my House. That was a beautiful conspiracy for this illegal partnership between my biological Family and all this gangs of criminals. But Argentina is a criminal’s country, anybody go to jail. Only the enemies of the current turn government. If you are a son of a disappear left wing, quickly you can have human rights obtain you the ADN test, but if are the son of HRH Duke of Edinburgh, you didn't have any hope. I go to dedicate a chapter to this topic. In February I coming back to Buenos Aires as Alejandro Massot Asked me to go to anonymous narcotics at the two first days I discover there the gay architected Fabian Fabri the friend for the Frias Ayerza sisters who offer me drugs again Then I decided coming back to Punta to present me on a Maldonado tribunal cause the mounted accident. There was evident all was a lie, don’t existed denounce all this was a conspiracy to make me gave the shares of my House to this fucking traitor, the price of his treason was his big ass elder son was invited to play polo at “La Conception” The Blaquier Family is maids and lackey family but Massot was more inferior too. More or less the summer come to the end and my self feel boring for the drugs and the unrestricted sex performance. In my psychological routine the homosexual sex was only ephemeral gratification like a candy, never a sentimental solution of my lack of affection. But during this period start to make me some questions. This entire row was unnecessary if not a hidden power back managing Then I start to try knowing who the hidden power is. Remembering when I go to London with the two Pineapples spoon holders Hobbs invited me to the Opera for "Cosi fan Tutte" if that was a message of my father, he deserve only one answer Shameless!
March finished we return to Buenos Aires to try to start to work again. Agustina appears to proposing me go to see the carriages collection for my biological mother where the Duke of Edinburgh was sit, the idea was sold every . When I arrived I must speak my disgusting stepsister Agustina an her paedophile husband (He abused her two daughters during they was teenagers) an Brazilian man named Billy Matarazzo (My English corrector proposed me two options, Motorize or Paparazzo) this new rich was son for an ordinary Brazilian tasteless woman who one day make me go to her house to make some estimates of her furniture, the house was very bad placed over a full transited avenue, entry with the car to the house gate was more dangerous as jump on trapeze in a circus. She makes go only to know me. Making me lose my time as nothing was for sale and nothing was O.K. for sale too. But that is a current routine for the South American society. Not respect for the rights or feelings for the others. The same atmosphere was a la “Concepcion” coming for nothing, my stepsister Agustina tell me, we want sold the carriages collection and we want too, you managing the sale. We had speak with Sarachaga, that is decided, then make your business ask for your commission, I don’t want be informed for nothing about, she say. My answer was. If you had speaking yet with this people you don’t need me, I don’t have anything to do there. She insists no you must speak with the fat Sarachaga. After that she show me the farm, explained me they are 6000hectares every is in order, taking time to tell me you can understand, you can have the usufruct but the capital is for my grandchildren. After that I was coming back to Buenos Aires.
One day after I go speak with this lout, who tells me. Here the experts for the eighteen century furniture are my porters. My answer was There correspond with your catalogue descriptions. And send him fuck off. During these proceedings I see my biological mother two times speaking absolutely nothing .But how she was with Alzheimer I find that normally. At this moment I decided not continue with this relationship and don’t speak more about this business with the quoted Sarachaga.
How my apartment for Buenos Aires was sold the last year to pay the house of “La Barra” who I arrived to pay the half price. I must rent a flat, for coincidence the day that I start to search my glasses were scratched and could not read, then the “Loyal Luciano” search for me and we find Avenida Alvear 1881 1ª B, two rooms, to low to jump for the balcony, and to near the street to sleep the night, the traitor Massot the same who stolen my house signed the guaranty for the contract, the owner of the flat was Jew

viernes, 13 de agosto de 2010

Athens

After my good confesión I put my will target on the recuperation of my self control. Remembering one day after the comunion I trying light a cigarette I feel so disgusting as I stoped smoke for ever. If was a miracle or the cognitive conductual therapy, at this moment don’t be able to discern was had the real cause for this success. But my principal weakness it is believing at as I act, with the result to crash my face to a wall, like as passing with other priest for the same church, a coward named Romulo Puiggary, years after. But the fact was at the moment my spiritual recovery go ahead. A young couple of friends, Aina and Kiko Sainz de Vicuña invited me to his house to hear an former priest married to a Jew wife his talk about the Bible. I don't have any dubs of the good intentions of this friends, they was the people who invited me for all Christmas after the failling wedding with Carole, sharing his three sons family with me during this intimate celebration. Then I accepted in good grade heard this renegade priest point of view. The problem was this man was asshole trying sold a new faith and at the third seance, reading an small Hebrew book, he translate this sentence "We can do All" Quickly I asked him "Bet you pardon? I'm in a drug recovery and you proposed me, allow me do all" are you sure your translation it is correct?
Nine /eleven arrive, and this day we had a talk seance, when I arrived he tell me ..Shalom! the account is settled!. With that this asshole has can confused me more. At this moment I decided go to Israel and see in situ what was the problem, as obviously Israel was involved, active or passive, but involved and now this concerned the entirely humanity.
The day after I buy a flight ticket Buenos Aires, Athens, Jerusalem, Buenos Aires. I return to his owner my apartment, sold a chandelier to Jew dealer for a low price, and I call a miserable called Bausili to touch 1500us dollars who this bastard must paid me as my stake on a painting by Chabas(after I was informed this was sold at more high price) He tell me the next wenesday mornig I paid you, then I agree to pay my last bills of the apartmment and gave back the keys. This wenesday morning I reach him by phone and he answered me, "To day I can't paid you as don't go down town" That put me furious and tell him "You take a compromise for to day, and that cause I take myself a compromise who now I can't honoured" "sincerely you didn't respect a gentleman agreement" and cut the line. As was completely outraged for this treatment, go outh to walk with the sincerely wish to knock his face if have the luck to find him. Ten or eleven blocs far my house, at Libertador Avenue down Brithish Embassy in the front sidewalk I see this man(All that was happens 20minutes after the phone call) cross the avenue and taking him for his back, I tell him "Faquet" was his name," If need more than me the money you can keep" Then he became bloddy furious screaming "I DON'T NEED THIS MONEY " "Look this building, back the embassy the floor five is mine" obviously was poor spirit man. Looking his eyes say him "Then paid me now"
Money ordered, I take my flight 9pm landed the following day at Athens. How don't speak Greek I must speak English who was enourmously worst like now but with gestes and some french words I arrived to explain taxi driver bring me near the Acropolis Hotel, That was completely unnecesary but down the Acropolis was placed the tourist center of the town with hundred hotels cheap prices. All my life wished see the Greek ancient art. Then a little asking and walking with my good nose detecting the arqueological sites in two days I has had a good orientation. The first visit was the following day the Partenon of course. How I was read years ago"Forward an Architecture" by Le Corbusier I find quickly the exactly point of view to see the Monument, where the horizont line reach the first step of the grades basament. Here the magnificent lines game and the capricious mountains line put the temple on the space through a metaphysical geometry.
Obviously the contact with the ancient art was balsam for my spirit as confused was my brain with all the troubles generated at the last year in Argentina. Again living at the great proportions for the magnificents old civilizations put my mind to search answers about the modern like the confronting exhibition at the Goulandris collection between Ciclades sculptures and the Modigliani Cariatides or the Brancusi works. Each day go to hear the Mass to San Dionisio Aeropaguita, coming back of I find on the middle of sidewalk wrapped like Baby a head grey hair 50 or 60 years old without arms and legs, he was more little that normal, to approach him and he look me, perhaps afraid completely undefended, completely shocked I couldn't say a word; only put a coin of hundred dracmas beside him. I have his face, fire mark in my memory. More or less I understand can be a message ! A terrible message... No hope ! But a this time all my hope was in God, believing in the existence of a good God like the Christian learning and praying for him continue my way.
Days after I go to the Pireo Harbour, there buy a ferry ticket to Mikonos as was the only island identified by my deplorable Greece Geography and the Egean Sea.

miércoles, 11 de agosto de 2010

The Luciano trap and my confession with Priest Juan Francisco Garey

After the table history I coming back to “La Barra House” to continue to paint putting all my strongest will to stop with the drugs, But the fucking Arias don’t stopping to call me by phone ad mid night to wake me, perhaps with the intention to push me to the drug again, just to one day who furious take the car go to his house and I knock his face as he never call again. But if Arias was go out the son of the wife of my neighbor, his replacement was, this one was a 23 years old young drug addict, who start rest to sleep at my house in friendship ambiguous, his mother was in sexual relationship with Nene Danuzzo the partner of the suicides son of the Baroness. How the summer started he came with his girlfriend and his small daughter, obviously to make a familial frontage as the moral level for my neighbors was far to the standard familial summer tourist like the others tree near houses, at this neighborhood everybody had a corpse hidden at his closet. At the middle of December junior Ayerza accompanied by Silvita Greeen landed at a small house 200meters near my house obviously with drugs. One of this nights was the last phone call for Arias, this one make me a police denounce about I'm knock him, Junior Ayerza take his defense, and I kick off him for my house. Silvita stay with me gave me reason. The fight with Junior was a problem as I trade with him and Hobbs about a pair of commodes of his family. Finally the business was finish to the of summer end when the traitor Massot had removed me to my House. That was a beautiful conspiracy for this illegal partnership between my biological Family and all this gangs of criminals. But Argentina is a criminal’s country, anybody go to jail. Only the enemies of the current turn government. If you are a son of a disappear left wing, quickly you can have human rights obtain you the ADN test, but if are the son of HRH Duke of Edinburgh, you didn't have any hope. I go to dedicate a chapter to this topic. In February I coming back to Buenos Aires as Alejandro Massot Asked me to go to anonymous narcotics at the two first days I discover there the gay architected Fabian Fabri the friend for the Frias Ayerza sisters who offer me drugs again Then I decided coming back to Punta to present me on a Maldonado tribunal cause the mounted accident. There was evident all was a lie, don’t existed denounce all this was a conspiracy to make me gave the shares of my House to this fucking traitor, the price of his treason was his big ass elder son was invited to play polo at “La Conception” The Blaquier Family is maids and lackey family but Massot was more inferior too. More or less the summer come to the end and my self feel boring for the drugs and the unrestricted sex performance. In my psychological routine the homosexual sex was only ephemeral gratification like a candy, never a sentimental solution of my lack of affection. But during this period start to make me some questions. This entire row was unnecessary if not a hidden power back managing Then I start to try knowing who the hidden power is. Remembering when I go to London with the two Pineapples spoon holders Hobbs invited me to the Opera for "Cosi fan Tutte" if that was a message of my father, he deserve only one answer Shameless!
March finished we return to Buenos Aires to try to start to work again. Agustina appears to proposing me go to see the carriages collection for my biological mother where the Duke of Edinburgh was sit, the idea was sold every . When I arrived I must speak my disgusting stepsister Agustina an her pedophile husband (He abused her two daughters during they was teenagers) an Brazilian man named Billy Matarazzo (My English corrector proposed me two options, Motorize or Paparazzo) this new rich was son for an ordinary Brazilian tasteless woman who one day make me go to her house to make some estimates of her furniture, the house was very bad placed over a full transited avenue, entry with the car to the house gate was more dangerous as jump on trapeze in a circus. She makes go only to know me. Making me lose my time as nothing was for sale and nothing was O.K. for sale too. But that is a current routine for the South American society. Not respect for the rights or feelings for the others. The same atmosphere was a la “Concepcion” coming for nothing, my stepsister Agustina tell me, we want sold the carriages collection and we want too, you managing the sale. We had speak with Sarachaga, that is decided, then make your business ask for your commission, I don’t want be informed for nothing about, she say. My answer was. If you had speaking yet with this people you don’t need me, I don’t have anything to do there. She insists no you must speak with the fat Sarachaga. After that she show me the farm, explained me they are 6000hectares every is in order, taking time to tell me you can understand, you can have the usufruct but the capital is for my grandchildren. After that I was coming back to Buenos Aires.
One day after I go speak with this lout, who tells me. Here the experts for the eighteen century furniture are my porters. My answer was There correspond with your catalogue descriptions. And send him fuck off. During these proceedings I see my biological mother two times speaking absolutely nothing .But how she was with Alzheimer I find that normally. At this moment I decided not continue with this relationship and don’t speak more about this business with the quoted Sarachaga.
How my apartment for Buenos Aires was sold the last year to pay the house of “La Barra” who I arrived to pay the half price. I must rent a flat, for coincidence the day that I start to search my glasses were scratched and could not read, then the “Loyal Luciano” search for me and we find Avenida Alvear 1881 1ª B, two rooms, to low to jump for the balcony, and to near the street to sleep the night, the traitor Massot the same who stolen my house signed the guaranty for the contract, the owner of the flat was Jew. Here I most explain, during all the time as Agustina was beside to me she try to make work for her Jew friends, a woman called Jabe I go two times to her house , one in Buenos Aires an the other in Punta del Este, She never speak me about to make any work. Perhaps she expected I go to ask for work for her. How that it is not my routine. I ever wait for a formal proposition of work. Never make anything for this Lady. When I arrived to Buenos Aires many people suggest me work for the disgusting Lily Gelberguer Beer, I don’t can put the idea in my brain work again for this kind of miserable people. Obviously a deal was made between Lily, Sarachaga, and others antiques dealer like Borstein the cheapest or a pair of very covered gay couple(that deceived anybody) who combing her mother at the shop a shop with the most Grandmother tasteless how you can imagine. Then I understand my Calvary was started, and worst they had planning married me with a retarded monster, bad smell, ugly, and walking like if she was learning in a farmyard, but that was not all they will compelled me to live in this disgusting country compel drink “Mate” and be friend with the entirely bad honest national being but here in Argentina the honest people don't exist on the best cases they are accomplices with is silent.. They want to make me love Argentina and that is impossible. I don’t love the people for this country I’m 66 years old I don’t think that can change. My stepsisters are hookers then they think like a hooker; all is O.K. if the money is O.K. Despite all the humiliations I try to keep stand my dignity? My father don’t gave me any dignity then this is my business I’m flexible but just an point, after that you must kill me. Luciano was my caretaker with the screen we are friends, he was drug addict like his mother ands all his friends one of them was named Yamaini Vianini Nelson other bastard more for this sinister family he was a caretaker too but more discrete that Luciano. This one an early morning appears combing like a woman, as he had a very ugly male face the result was pathetic, he start to be very friendly. I highlight the lights on his room was unusual strongly, he say go to sleep now and go to his bed minutes after I go to the kitchen obliged way passing for his room and I see him playing as sleeping completely naked moving his ass like a sexualised rate. At this time I'm not aware who is my father but I sensed that is a trap, that can be filmed. Then like a paternal friend I cover his ass with savannah telling him, “Be care dear don't put your ass like that, it is the best way to became gay in only one lesson.” And time after somebody tell me a history about a blackmail making to a rich father of a gay who a young shameless like Luciano accused him to be perverted by him.. If that was real or not I don't know. But the scenario was perfect.
With this panorama at home I start to go to the church, the next church “El Pilar”, there fall to good Priest “Juan Francisco Garey” a young priest decent completely heterosexual and with heterosexual mind, I confessed with him and for first time in my life somebody took pity on my misfortune he tell me “How many people can be saved with your pain” obviously compared the suffers of Christ for saving the humanity. I'm not Christ then I'm can not save the humanity but I can save my life myself. Then I stopped with the homosexuality and the drugs (In others opportunities speaking about homosexuality with psychologies they suggest be happy. The problem was MY ASS IS MINE) and the only one to understand this was a priest Male. This one show me this like an humiliation, a lose the attributes as I’m born, but after my born I’m perfectly male conformed. Then decided take myself the rudder and don’t accepted any humiliation more, no drugs not homosexuality. That was no an easy way, but at any fall I’m wake up quickly taking my self control again. The most important is the different point of view for this two weakness, look these as weakness and evaluated all the danger as they involved. my actual situation was a consequence of don't stop this two evils allowed disgusting people take control for my fate. My father like Poncio Pilatos washing hands.

viernes, 6 de agosto de 2010

The Punta del Este Society and the Old Top Table stolen by Sarachaga

Where I’m go to live to Punta del Este, Giuria the maid don’t stop to invited me meet the local social life, all time with Hugo Arias. How by hazard the house beside of mine was for The Balquier Casares owner, the same family from the Jorge Blaquier Casares gay who coming to pervert me when I’m teenager. In an future entry dedicated to the Frias Ayerza sisters I go to speak about other House at the same building where the mother of the quoted Jorge Blaquier Casares jump though a window from a seven floor.
The local society was composed in first place for The Baroness of Montigny, ancient nurse for the Baron’s sisters, an old Huguenot millionaire who she inherited short time after marriage, neatly with all the fortune familial. This woman was mother of a son, drug addict and homosexual, he proposed me work together, with his partner or boyfriend (Nene Danuzzo, of bad remember of Marbella) and Elizabeth Boots Gurmendi, the “Queen Mother's copyist”. How I informed about a pair of fake Bronze Lions, sold as authentic to Eduardo Cohen, with the history this came Baron's Normandy Castle (The poor Cohen never have good eye, for discovered the fake, But with the Safra money…..) The trade was imported Asian furniture and forgeries. Obviously in a diplomatic manner I refused. This poor millionaire commits suicide few months after with a shot at his head.
With the Arias services to provided me drug and young boys I resolved buy materials to paint in Buenos Aires, and social isolated living at the house painting all the day. Arias came every day to lead me to buy drug or drag boys at Maldonado a Uruguayan town beside “La Barra”. The problem was where I start to perceived the boys were youngest each time. One of them says when he came to the house. I'm stay here one night the last year. Who bring you? Hugo he lives here was the answer. Other day with a boy on the car in an afternoon he proposed me go to search his girl friend to the school door. When despite de drug condition I’m discovered at what class of situation this people try to involved me I suspended Arias, preventing him to come to my house and making more attention with the boys. But the damage was made; Arias informed neat all this to Giuria and Agustina and my stepsister Dolores and then informed my father at London.
Some thieves had entry to the house stolen the TV post. One day coming back to Punta del Este, for the interior way as the coast road was closed for works, there exist a curve at 90° impossible take this more 15 miles hours. There and with all my lights on (was the sunset time) just out a woman mounted on a small motorcycle collided me straight. Remember her light was on only at the crash moment, not before. I stopped immediately, she was at the ground claiming I’m pregnant, I’m loose my baby. I call to the police and the medical aid. This night somebody explain me that was a knowing manner to involve the foreign people living in Uruguay to a judicial problem, obtaining some benefits.
Then I take all the shares of the anonymous society owner to my house and I bring them to Buenos Aires to put this on the hands of my friend Alejandro Massot who tell me a this moment “Now the house is mine” and he never gave me back my house. This bastard was just to this moment one of my best friends. We was make business together without a problem, I'm had decorated his house, that was a not very gratifying task as this man have own ideas not ever happy, like one day I speak him about of south Italian fake marble paintings at the provincial churches and a time after he show me a pair columns at the middle of his living room painted on a egg yellow fake marble, terrible interpretation of the eighteen century musicality. Just to this moment I’ve a total truthfulness and about his words think was a joke. The case was he never more he gave me back my house. My friend had become a lackey of my father and my biological mother. The payment money was social mobility for him and his family. He was son for an insufferable woman of Syrian origin new rich and pedantic. She was too; mother of two more son, the elder a big fat gay so insufferable and new rich as his mother, and a bastard her last son, who was in scripted as a son for her legal husband with the Massot name. Here I must explain she was the rich of the couple, heiress for a newspaper at Bahia Blanca who my former friend Alejandro has converted at an Optic Fiber Empire. This bad friend, fake principles and poor dignity, was a traitor. Some times the life gave you the opportunity the resend the visit card, I have the pleasure to discovered him, as his wife make him cuckold, perhaps his late daughter his not for him. She is very similar to the other Childs of the lover of his wife, a doctor named Capdevila. Thinking that my house was in good hands, I coming back to my house. But before, I pass at the Sarachaga auction where I look a beautiful regency zoomorphic sculpted mahogany leg table with an Italian ivory inlaid oldest top. Obviously I send photos to Hobbs, this one answered me "Go to buy the table just to 35000us dollars, but don't make the bid your self" Then I follow the instruction and send Alejandro make the bid, the table was buy in 8000us dollars. Obviously other one for Buenos Aires (perhaps Cohen) call Hobbs proposing him buys this at society, advised for Sarachaga if Tommy wish buy this I have a rich client who can pay more as him. The client was Octavio Caraballo other converted Jew owner for a stake at “Bunge y Born” and the guaranty about the authenticity of the table was my bid. That can explain the professionalism of this rude crap auctioneer unable to know what is for sale at his house. Or the trustless of Hobbs, at his relationship with other dealers face to me. Remembering that at this moment Alejandro asked me “How is you commission” 800us dollars I say, But I go to ask Carly for a little most, but he was very dissatisfied to paid more. Sarachaga never deliver the complete table he send the leg with rubbish top, keeping the original top inlaid with ivory. Years later on other sale exhibition I discovered the original top with a rubbish leg, make photos for this and I send to Hobbs to show what happens with the quoted top, as Carly never say anything about. Time after, I have a judicial row with Sarachaga and I speak to Carly about this. Result all the emails with the photos for the top, several time after the deliver to London the table without his original top at his auction house, was disappeared for my Gmail archive. Then Sarachaga, my bloody mother, Carlton Hobbs and my father of course, had making a criminal society. Thanks Papa.

miércoles, 4 de agosto de 2010

A Casino Night.....

At this time too Agustina inlaid me a horrible woman called Mane Romero Carranza to work, this one was the contact with the local Jew dealers, that was the beginning of problems with the Jew community, this disgusting middle class was the mother of an angelical girl married to the son of the Arabia Saudi Ambassador, she started to offer me goods for the dealers stock, the most of them over priced or from very doubted provenance. Finally she arrived to put inside my deposit a pair of dealers of Miami really Gangsters who I send for sale a tortoiseshell veneer Dutch cabinet who was a painful Calvary for touch the money and who I buy at the same sale pair of stones urns, this was never delivered. But how the planning was targeted on my financial destruction. That was a small anecdote on the master plan. The central fact was make me believed I’m infected HIV and that had doing very effective. Completely demoralized I go alone to Punta del Este to live a free gay life(the medical advice was you are completely healthy safe, only be cautious with using condoms to make sex) But nothing are so simple I must expend a fortune at test for HIV quantities, and make long vestibules waits beside infected people. At this moment the behavioral cognitive therapy was started, shitting on my human rights. But that was not very important as in fact they suspended all my human rights the day I was born.
To day, 12 years after I'm only was sick for three cold. Then I'm never was infected of nothing.
With this spirit I make friend of Junior Eduardo Ayerza son of Eduardo Ayerza husband of Ana Mazzini, this gay man was completely cocaine addict but he had the advantage to be brother for Fabiaban Bioy Casares who was infected by HIV(this one was finally death of this years later) and was a good adviser about the sickness. But if the behavioural cognitive therapy target was repressed my homosexuality the result was absolutely the contrary. Uruguay is a gay country all the males are bisexual specially with the Argentineans, since they look your Buenos Aires car registration, start the seduction dance an that only cost 10 or 20 us dollars and they are not dangerous. I rent a house at Jose Ignacio an small resort twenty kilometers North Punta del Este. As Eduardo junior invited me to his house at "La Pedrera" more to the North, I was mid way, staying some day at each place.
I was loosing any interest to make business but despite that I make two travels to Brazil to pay for goods trading. On one of them, with a quart million dollars cash, at my pocket and go to Conrad Casino where I play Black Jack during all the night, loosing hard most of the time but recovering. When I'm a my quarter million again I gave 500us to the "croupier" an go out to pay the goods to Brazil.
I talk about to try to explain how can be make you a bloody mad with the idea of a terminal illness. Lose the money, the only solution possible will be suicide me. The worst it is on the seven next years I made suicide two times more. Then the cognitive behavioral therapy it is completely criminal and must punish like the murder or the rape of you mind. In fact they act very subtly, making practically impossible to prove as you are over this treatment. My obsession became buy an isolated house and start to paint letting fall the antiques business try to living with very low money and only make really big business. As Carlton Hobbs became most exigent about the quality of the goods. Obviously still unable to understand as the massive purchases of the last years wasn't for the Hobbs stock, perhaps to send for sale at the auctions, unless only to paid me commissions, a way invented for my father to send me money without any register.
As anybody can understand live on the dark is live without the reality. I think when somebody starts to lie as my parents at my birth they was compelled to lie all his life about everything. To the end of the summer a friend of my stepsister Dolores Blaquier and junior Ayerza called Hugo Arias starts o be friend of me too.
At the beginning when I meet this man at the Tavares farm, he disgusting me deeply but during the summer with the drugs and the fake reality I finally add him to my new friends staff.
At the end of the summer this quoted Arias show me a House for sale That was the last trap to devise my fall. The house was beautiful, a cheap master piece of the summer architecture three bedrooms, two bathrooms and one toilet, and a big living room 6mt x 6mt x 3mt high the exactly proportion to be fun painting I furnished this with a fantastic 1959 Rio de Janeiro Jacaranda wood salon set and I start to paint. Putting on sale my apartment at Buenos Aires counting with is sale to pay a part for the house price.
Agustina had a friend, this woman was a Uruguayan maid, who work like is nanny as her stepfather has abused, her mother prefers send out her daughter to divorced her rich husband. The result was the corrupted nanny quickly married Augustine with a man thirty years elder drug addict, bad honest and future minister of Carlos Menem the most corrupted President who we had memory This woman was a middle class real state broker like her partner the repented revolutionary neoconservador minister, Julio Mera Figueroa (today they are owners for 50 o 60 hectares front the sea urbanizing with the stolen money of the Home Minister) This maid was married to a mid gay architect named Pachi Firpo, this one coming for a gay family, two declared gay brothers, one lesbian sister and himself must suported this comment for his first wife”The architect smell like woman” his Father former vice president for “The Rural society” are famous for his glasses and his bow tie and bad taste. The nanny family was not better, she was mother for a drug addict monster, who did plastic surgery, I'm estimate this must during fortnight, with uncertain results. But more, she had a lipo suction specialist brother, who came at a summer coast house dinner, dressed in navy suit with cuff at the end of his pants over ankle level high. That was society proposed by mi motherly family.
Was this woman who sold me the house, she was intime friend with Arias. Before I rent this but two month after I’m obtain the money to pay the first payement about 20.000us dollars, that was the total price 70.000us dollars if I don't bad remember.
During this summer end one day Agustina came to bring me to a house of her aunt "Malenita" there was this digusting woman with her so disgusting sister, the Agustina's mother, an my biological mother. They make me expect sit at a sofa without any explication several minutes after my mother came to look me without any word and making stranges gestes with the hands. I was amazing of this behaviour but I hear she was with alzaimer. Then I'm not think more about. After that I see again my bilogical mother at her farm the next year when the family wish order the sale of the horse carriages collection.

TRAVEL PART II Ireland, London, Paris, Mallorca

After traveling through all France we arrived to Barcelona where for board the ferry to Mallorca. There an antiques dealer from Buenos Aires lends me a house At the Formentor Cap. How one year before I'm had successfully trade some, local furniture with Carlton Hobbs in my stupid ignorance try to remake this, obviously with a negative result. However I'm continue to look at the dealers shops for exporting goods for Argentina with same intention we flight to Menorca, the small beside island. To search” Fake wood” painted local cheap furniture and in my height stupidity degree, search the origin place for my stepfather ancestors, the Serra family. The worst was, finally I find that at the old town “Ciutadela” of the west shore of the island, a small town with all the Mediterranean sun on her stones. There the old Serra House was stand after several centuries.
The hooker wasn't open her mouth. Let me make the ridiculous try to work. How she was bulimic she never stops to eat and spend money at candy or junk social press, after all she never expend one penny for her pockets. Was there, in the Pollenca Washing Cars Service where I fail make sex with this expensive hooker into the foam cover car. After some problems for touch money debt for an Argentinean buyer we decided go back to London. At the mid travel I make a deviation to Angers, to show the completely hanging tapestries of “The Apocalypse” and was there where I see for the second time “The Great Prostitute Tapestry” but with an alive “Great Prostitute” beside me, model perfect like her mother, grandmother, aunts, sisters, and cousins and nieces of her family. When we arrive to Buenos Aires she coming back to her corrupt world, and me how is routine after a sentimental frustration, I’m submerged on the homosexuality stopping to see this crap. Time after came work with me a gay friend for the quoted Angie Reynal, obviously send for this people named Willy Briones, the first meeting to speak business I invited him to dinner to the Plaza Hotel at his turn invited me go drink a coffee to the Maria Eliza Mitre house where he was host with his boyfriend at the service room. He want to show me the apartment, was frustrated where discovered I’d known this before with his former owner a Jew friend called Kauffman (I lead him to buy this apartment). There at the living room he offer me cocaine I refused that as was several years out of drugs, but he put by force the drug on my nose, obviously few moments after I was completely stone and taking drug with him, this routine was repeated each day who as meet him with the addition of young gay boys and some tours, housed gay sites where I didn’t visit after several years, refurbish may bad habits All his friends was being at the same frequency, drugs, sex and spend entirely nights talking about the money of the rich people like accounters making inventories. After my youngest sexual life I never gave continuity to sex dates avoided be sentimentally involved as the homosexual relations making links with people not very safe. One day the quoted Wily introduced me a young man about 25 years old, very male behavior but very female at the bed. A jailed gay condition and drug addict too. We have sex one night and the follows days he doesn’t stop to call me by phone. I make the mistake to allow grow the relationship. When you are a lonely human being the worst was the week end then I start to bring him to make short trips like Punta del Este, Mar del Plata, etc. And there I was more time with him each day.
Here I must explain. What I explain myself about this sentimental weakness. Surely because the painful, suffered during the separation of my mother where I'm a baby. I never was completely involved in any sentimental relationship. Nor at Pinamar with my married lover, nor with Tata or Maria Jose at San Sebastian and nor with Cayetana or Perrine in Paris.
But with Carole I open the doors completely, just to the point to be disposed to being married definitively. I think was these frustrations that make me search requital with this Agustina or Diego Filippi the boy introduced for Wily. People visibly ill-advised. I take the decision to break the relation many times but the each time he triggered soap opera scenes. One night that we go to dinner Willy his boyfriend and the quoted Filippi I hear Willy ask him if his small daughter was infected by HIV. Ending the summer I go to make my HIV test he was positive (this must be read with the small piece from the 30 June 2010 talking about this history)

Well here we arrived when the dam has fallen into the network, really all my good intensions was buried with the lost of the hope to live a normal life. Agustina coming back and let me fall on my hears the idea to live in Punta del Este. Sincerely that your long term projects didn’t work more, your life became extremely short, some days after she ask me if I would sold may apartment for his half price(buying with commissions of the trade with Hobbs) as her gay brother "Martincito" wan in depression. I'm idiot but the money to buy this home was earning for me, then I find this offer disgusting, more if we think the mother and father of the quoted depressed are enormously richer to me.
Why I must lose the half value of my savings, why I must buy presents to her nephew and niece. The higher rude abuse was when she goes to Paris with Angie Reynal and let me the ticket bill over my desk 1000usa dollars. I pay that with strong intention to close the door to this exploitative.
Here is time to explain how her current couple was former husband (Gigolo) for a rich woman for the Gurmendi family, the same of the Lady dressed like "The Queen Mother"
In Argentina the people say "You need two for the tango". Then I start to discover as the Blaquier Nelson family was a multitudinous big tango.

Travel San Francisco, London, Paris, Mallorca...Part I

Travel San Francisco, London, Paris, Mallorca
Travel San Francisco, London, Paris, Mallorca...
Augustine had a horrible habit of stealing food from the dish outside, French people call this “pique assiette" Then I’m understand why, after short time, I discovered how rapacious she was. All the time when we travel together she don’t stop to try to make spend money buying presents for her nephews, or take my paintings or some objects buying for me or for sale my self, for her own house but after my broken wedding with Carole I put all my affection on this girl. Perhaps with the secret hope to make forget her "dirty work husband" I invited her go together to Europe, she wants go before to make a visit to friend of her aunt “Malenita” the same who asked me ¿What do you here? At the Sun Fair. This one was called Angie Reynal sister in law of the quoted Malenita married to a media Tycoon called Theriot, owner for the San Francisco Chronicle, then I send her four days before and days after I go pick up her. Passing New York for buying a Lap Top. . Was with this woman how she made manner to make me fall on the hands for my biological mother, all planning by her sinister aunt, my elder stepsister. During the week that I stay at San Francisco, the Angie house picks FIRE two times. And one day I was invited to dinner at the service office dinning room, she gave me two tickets to the Opera ironically this was “Salome” and this hooker was do exactly the same, arriving to London with my father. Claim my head. She make a contact with somebody very important, where we was invited to dinner (This time at dinning room) This people living at King’s Road front a Park (after the Agustina information this people was the owners for all the neighbourhoods and two days after we go dinner to the Argentinean Embassy, where the Ambassador was married with a Serantes Braun woman, far relative member of converted Jew fatherly family. This disgusting man called Pfirter, explain me as he was a spoon collector, the truth they accomplished the task to swap my head from British hands to the Argentinean, destroying my poor life ¡what bastards! Mercy this conspiracy, to day I live on the misery, obviously my father do a washing hands. I must repeat again “There are none as blind as those who will not see” Like all the idiots with my chest puffed, I’m happy to enjoy my holydays with the beauty 30 years youngest. Explaining to Mr. Hobbs my intention to buy cheap English furniture for sold at the auctions at Buenos Aires, he suggested me go to buy to Ireland. Then at this moment was yet decided, put me on the hands of the Irish Pharmacist’s daughter, "My loved biological Mother" Writing this remembering the face of Carlton, looking me like a rhinoceros with little bow tie, meanwhile he speak me of the Irish good prices. But the idiots never feel idiots. All the people knew that. ! Not Me! The day after I’m rent a car and we go ahead to the land for the motherly ancestors.

Here I considered important explain something. My biological mother was very nice face woman. At the seven or nine years old one day speaking with friends I'm confessed they, referring to my stepmother(Haydee Oribe) what I don't like her face and her smell. She was informed of my comment and coming quickly rebuke ¿Why you don't like your mother? With reason. Doesn't man don't like his mother or her smell, it is impossible. You eat and you feel warm near her face and her small.(today I believed the build of the taste is the familiarity) Perhaps a deep impression set in my memory make associated the Agustina face with my mother face. The case was an enormous attraction for this monster.
After some discussions during the travel (She don’t like how fast I’m driving) We arriving to a harbour to board the ferry to Belfast, there (nervous for the rebukes) I'm crash the left wheel against a cement way marker at the ramp. That was the only accident of all travel. Like ever “The idiot” was very humiliated when he find the help wheel was obviously smaller to the others and the car start to walk like a man with only one shoe. Finally we stay on the mythic ancestor’s land. Just the most provincial towns of Belgium can be more boring and ugly as an Irish town. The whether don’t help too and the fucking Irish dealers must be laugh very much showing me thrones when I 'm only ask middle class chairs. But this is the result where every body knows my condition and only I was ignoring, like Buenos Aires where my family mother can't keep the secret to is friends, put me on the ridiculous innocence. We continue to Dublin and other horrible harbour front the Ocean where I make the ridiculous at each place dreaming export Irish furniture. When truth was I’d condemned working for the rude lout Sarachaga. The lowest level of human being on the auctioneer’s world, a crap. The problem was my Irish family was a low level crap too. Remembering in Dublin looking the faces of the buses drivers I tell Agustina “Look they all have the faces, like “The Buenos Aires Jockey Club" members. She didn’t
Finally with empty pockets we go back to England, to Edinburgh. Scotland is other thing with a nice architecture, nice shops, and a nice castle. We stay in a Crescent block where was placed the Hotel, the first night Agustina disappears during the four hours, I think she go to make sex with the night keeper, when she coming back she came to kiss me, and asking forgiveness. We go back to London and there take the Euro star to Paris.
That was my land we stay at a small hotel Rue de Beaume and Rue the Lille the room was so small as we sleep very near each other and one day during an foot massage who making me Agustina I became very exiting with a strong erection just to the border to proposed her make sex, but cowardice, word gave to her fatherly grandmother or my moral criterium about the enormous age difference, I repressed me letting an opportunity that wasn't repeated. The sex it is like the social cocktails, you must don't arrive very early or so late. I have a second opportunity when cleaning the car, this one was completely cover for the shampooing foam with two of us in, then proposing her sex obtaining a clear refuse, she look me not like a rhinoceros with bow tie, but how she was the victim of a rape. That was in Mallorca. Some fifteen days after Paris.
Showed Paris to this woman how we live on one of the most beautiful places and when making a very enthusiastic explaining about the old monuments surrounded us She cried "You are French you born here" if that was truth or not for the moment I don't have any information, only may fake papers. Then I don't known where I born.

miércoles, 28 de julio de 2010

How the snake cominng in side my life

Few month before my sentimental history with Carole and during the third Fair of The Sun, Haydee Oribe died, My adoptive sister Susana Serra only notice me at the last moment (After somebody explain me, the people who keep a secret during all his life can speak face the death) When I entry to see her she was unconscious. I fell very unhappy and very humiliate for this rude treatment. That was the moment where Agustina “the snake” came beside me, night and day, how I believed she was a relative from the Oribe side and she came to be divorced for the abominable Julio Mera thirty years elder to her, I accepted her like young niece and how her Grandmother hired me to improve her tasteless I put she to work with me. She was completely useless; there I start to understand how rude the cultural level for this Blaquier family branch was. These were very beautiful woman, mother included with any moral or culture, only sex and money. Her first target after be separate of the revolutionary former minister was start share her sexual life with the son of a Tycoon blamed for robbed of half Buenos Aires with a fraudulent bankrupt and famous for expend his benefits in horses and hookers. How she was very middle class learning when she go out to her husband house bring with her a last model of refrigerator, fridge, ice cube maker, buying in” Miami" like all the members of the Menem regime. Obviously the Tycoon's son never returns back the refrigerator. Cause of a row where I don’t known the resolution. My girl friend Carole was a woman with a high level familial criterium, the idea to be married with thirty years old elder Tycoon was completely insane. In her innocence she proposed me introduce Agustina to a man for her age, fair handsome relative for the Braun family(The time show he was a crap like all this family) When she known as her committed the same mistake with the new tycoon was very disappointed. But Agustina was like her Mother, her Grandmother (my biological mother), her cousins and her nieces, her target, sex and money speculation didn't place for feelings. She had only one brother "Martincito" the more snobs gay bloody mad for the nobiliary titles that I see in my life, a good for nothing. When the relationship with Carole was broken she start to passing the most time with me, speaking as perhaps she must be married with a German Prince, nothing clear about I ask for the Prince name but she never gave me that answer. "We never had something more blind how somebody who doesn’t want sees". Despite all my principles and my enormous age difference(I have the same age of the two Tycoons and the Agustina's father)and my moral engagement with her fatherly grandmother, the affection dependence with this girl, was the more and more strong, despite all her vicious practices, snob, bulimic, completely bad honest, big liar and disloyal. At is current time share a sentimental relationship with a lower social and moral condition man, a former gigolo dirty work employed for her former husband. The truth was she was sold for this man “Julio Mera” to a President Menem nephew called Akil Menem in exchange for participating in a governor in Salta election, at the surfacing, the deep truth take a part on the Salta drug trafficking. To day she continue share her life with this man. At this time the Menem family doesn't have any importance, keeping the money without power. Day by day she was more included on my business. How her father lived in Sao Paulo and was married with a charming Lady for the Brazil society at the next travel to Brazil with Carlton Hobbs to buy antiques we agree go together, she was charged to will open the doors of the Brazilian society, really she don't contribute with anything, the first day she don't awoke on time pointed out to start to work. That was not a catastrophe why the business with Brazil was solid established after many years buying on the commercial circuit the high quality objects. But her Brazilian stepmother “Rosa May Sampayo” was the best interior decorator for the town and was pleasure meet this woman. Time after I was introduced a sinister woman from the "Rio of Janeiro" society called Tereza Muniz. I think she deserve a separated chapter. Agustina bit by bit was part for my life, my sentimental dependence grow continually and begin to inlay her friends, the most of them formers employee for her husband Home Minister staff. Remember one night at the former undersecretary Guillermo Haisinger house in a party with her and staff man’s how they boast about the robed money, one of them told to her “You don’t even stolen, you asked sent her home”. Christmas arriving I decided go to Punta del Este as don’t have a place to passed the celebration, then she put me the quoted Haisinger on my menu, he was an snob gay, social resentful, opportunistic, addicted to cocaine and gambling. I am accompanying him to the casino a pair of times. The others nights he had passed watching TV and sleeping, only the first day we go to the beach, how he was completely dazzled looking the young boys for the local big names, was impossible take out him and came back. The result was that I picked up sunburn to force myself to go to bed with 39 ° degree fever. The Christmas night we was invited to dinning to Agustina’s father house,at his Maldonado farm. I’m only remember other so shadow Christmas Eve, that was few years ago on the Lily Gelguerber Beer balcony with her sister who asked me .You believed Virgin Mary ¿was virgin? The lights on both sides had low intensity with the excuse that was better to see the fireworks from the other houses. I repeat to this time I’m completely unknown about my identity.

sábado, 24 de julio de 2010

MY Weddin destroyed by my Mother Biological

At the time who as changed work with De Grande for Carlton Hobbs, the Pereda Family offer me for sale a magnificent cabinet completely veneer in tortoiseshell, mother-of-pearl and ebony. Inlaid with silver fillets highlight the partitions for the flowering design who fully decorated, the quoted cabinet that was a Philippine Work and this one was reputed sourced for, the Mexico and after Peru Viceroy “Portocarrero” How this class of furniture it is almost unknown in Europe, so De Grande as Hobbs don't show any interest about him. Then I start to try to offer this to the Spanish Crown, The oldest liar who put the fashion shop in Punta Del Este many years a go appears to proposing me a link with the Spanish Museums, and introduced me to the General Albano Harguindegui the former Home Minister for the last Military Dictatorship on Argentina, obviously this was other lie concocted for my biological family. This man was completely useless to make any contact with somebody in Spain, but for the contrary he introduced me two sinister clients, one “The buyer” a Jew tycoon called Trastenberg who receipt me at his office down town. When I offer him the Pair of Dodos Birds of Mme. De Pompadour he answer I’m only buy at the National Pawnshop. I woke up saying we will not lose any time, for you or for me, good afternoon and go out. The other one “The seller” was Jorge Tavares widow for Mercedes Blaquier Unzue his 40 years elder wife, member for other rich branch for the husband of my biological mother as always were rich and refined by the other side, the Unzue. This cultivated woman built a solid collection of XIII to early XVI century paintings, sculptures and bronzes accompanied for high quality furniture for the eighteen century. Obviously nothing was really for sale, but the target was put me on the hands of this disgusting man. The first thing who learn me was take cocaine for a very high quality(the most interesting he was friend of my biological mother and my stepsisters) at the time he was owner of a breeding race horses establishment named “San San Jose del Socorro” an 5.000 hectare with private hippodrome track. He was sold the half of this marvellous site to Julio Mera Figueroa the former Home Minister for Carlos Menem current President of the Republic at this time. Can be interesting remember, only few month before be minister, he work like real state broker at Punta del Este, in society with an Uruguayan servant maid called Magdalena Giuria nanny of Agustina Braun Blaquier last wife to the quoted revolutionary minister and daughter of Agustina Blaquier, my just to this moment ignoring stepsister. After the “Spanish Empire Administration” be member of the government was the best and quickly way to make money in astronomical amounts the second and a little more complicated way is the narko traffic other business touched for the lovely “Julio”. Agustina was send to live with the quoted Magdalena Giuria cause she and her sister were prolixity abused for am Brazilian Tycoon the second husband's mother. This maid servant married her with the Menem's minister thirty years elder (Agustina tell me that when she was divorced of Julio and was looking for a place to live, I ask why don't go to live with her mother and she tell me all the history. When she tells the situation, her mother answered! You lie! You want make me divorced. The reality was the Brazilian was rich) Surrounded for this decent people was how start to make contact with my biological relatives. Was her husband, the Tavares partner who introduces me Agustina Braun at the Stud Farm. I remember she look me like I was E.T. or something like that. How his father was a far relative of the Oribe family for his motherly side “Lasala-Oribe” and I was a commercial relationship with her fatherly grandmother “Mercedes Lasala” who hired me to polish his tasteless to furnish her house !As she was married with a rich man! I made a dangerous mistake. I forget the Braun Family was Jews from Russia converted Catholics for entry on High Society, historical blamed for the Patagonia Originary People genocide. She was “The snake” sending to make me fall on the hands of these Gangster's family. Time after Julio Mera fall very sic with a cancer, he was two times dead but at the third he dead definitively. That is who I call “The Poetic justice” Current all this news I working with a friend, one of the four sisters Mazzini, she was called Ana She was a decent interior decorator, mid antique dealer and married with Eduardo Ayerza the current president of “The Arms Circle” place where my father lives in his first travel to Argentina. This man was wholehearted for the English Crown, with tasteful try to speak me about the English manners, at his first wedding was married with one of the owner for the current British Embassy Building, The Madero Palace. He was good father for a bastard son for Adolph Bioy Casares and his first wife "Finita Demaria Madero" the boy was called before "Fabian Ayerza" and after "Fabian Bioy Casares" as he was recognized for his biological father at last days of his life. Sincerely he was a good friend giving affection and not interesting to make money at my expenses. His wife my friend Ana was a good friend too, but with to big problems, not very social sure, not very rich like she want had being. Then this weakness was who used Jorge Tavares to make me fight with her. One day he tell me "I have a friend that look for sale an "Cesareo Bernaldo de Quiros" painting, go to see that to cleared his authenticity, perhaps we can make business there, after we can offer this to Vallejo a financial banker for the Military Dictatorship former government. I go to see the painting and in my opinion was good. The price of the good was 30.000 US dollars and then Tavares proposed me, interest Ana Mazzini to buy the half of this Painting, then she must put 15.000 US dollars, mid high amount for the Ana pocket. We buy the painting, and I make all the dirty work, like pay the painting, bring him to the Vallejo house and offer the good. Two days after the Vallejo answer was I'm not interesting, the auctioneer Roldan make a bad advice about. That was a catastrophe for Ana, we was informed after the same painting was in a sale of Roldan few years ago with an estimate of 100.000 US dollars. Then the Roldan advice was competitive The Tavares Target was broken the friendship with Ana and Eduardo, and he succeeds. The relationship start to be fair and "The Snake" colonised empty positions starting work with me (She was completely useless) Current all that, Eduardo and Ana put me the idea to be married with a fat woman called Carolina Viñales Alzaga. I remember meet her when at sixteen years old, as gatecrasher I go to Ball of the daughter of Amalia Fortabat, there was dance with Carole all the night, we rest to make a phone contact for the follow day, but the answer for my call was "I have to much to study then I can't go out" we never saw each other again just when I made an exhibition of society furniture with Ana at The Fevre House "Gardens and decoration exposition". The Princess of Wales came to visit the event, one hour before was invited to see a horrible furniture of the husband of somebody for the Nelson Family, when I coming back Lady Di had already passed. But the follow day Carola Viñales coming to take a cup of tea to the exposition with her family, which was a friendly reunion of old acquaintances and she invited me to her house near the Fevre House one kilometre away, on the same neighbourhood built on the cliffs facing the River Plate. Perhaps the most beautiful place at Buenos Aires. Eduardo put in my brain the idea to married me with somebody for the same social class to me. Despite I unknown my real ancestors with the Oribe family name, I feel comfortable. After all this years of orphanhood and loveless I start to feel O.K. then the door of affection was open and we start a sexual relationship very good, she was virgin at 54 years old. Christmas arrive and Carola don't go with her absorbent little sister "Stelita" later mother for a spoiled child and her husband, to her farm front the sea at the south of the Buenos Aires Province, to stay with me. I'm appreciate the gesture and after few days decided go to visit her at her farm. Was a romance of old people but romance at last. And we fall in love. Two month after we decide goes to married and we started the paperwork to get married. Big mistake again. Announcing that to "The Snake" to Tavares, to Massot an al this disgusting people who I believe my friends. Days after the phone start to ring, with messages like" Be carefully he is drug addict, he only came for the money a so on" In my unknown of the reality I call Julio Mera to help me to identify the calls. How stupid he was him the designer for the campaign unleashed by my biological mother her family and her friends. Was very important the collaboration of a repugnant snob called Pitu Antequera (her father was originary of Ronda) convincing the stupid "Stelita" of all this information, since false as to a good time was well away from homosexuality and only as of Tavares had used drugs very sporadically and all that was cleared time before when we start the relationship with Carola. This Pitu was one of the best friends for Joaquina Frias Ayerza and her sinister Matilde two servant maids dreaming becoming relatives for the royal family even that is in secrecy. Few day before the date for the civil wedding Carola ask to me ¿Are you disposed to sign a contract of Patrimony Division before be married? That can be common on the Anglo Saxon Law but here can be offensive and humiliating. Then answered ¿had you demanded the same question to your brother in law before he marries your sister? She says no. Then say in my turn I don't sign and will be doesn't wedding. That was a very hard shock to my self-esteem on the surface but on the deep the result was devastating really during the last months conceived an entire project of life, working beside Carola, on a Real State Urbanization on a very near Buenos Aires Town farm but most painful was lost the dream to have a family, my own family. We had spoken to adopt children as for her age she was unable to conceive. How at this time believed I'm a poor worker man without any possibility to inherit any penny. Blame the Carola cousin as the producers of all this turmoil and tell her my opinion. She answers me. That came for your side. At my turn say. That is impossible. For my par I'm completely unknowing for my identity. But she was very coward didn’t nothing at this moment and never tell me nothing then she should will be threat very seriously. The fact was doesn't wedding and Agustina "The Snake" happened to occupy the central place in my life