Freedom to the Internet!!!!!!

Please read this if you care about your rights!!!!!!!!!


This is the e-mail that my housemate in Holland sent to all EU representatives today:

"Dear Member of the European Parliament,

On the 5th of May there will be a votation on the 'Telecoms Package'.

I hereby ask you to vote against this legislation.

I am worried about the legistlation because it will
permit broadband providers to impose "conditions limiting access to and/or use of services and applications".

When you vote on that day, I expect you to defend:

-the removal of all references to limitations, restrictions, or conditions of use or access to networks, content, applications and services.

-that all measures related to copyright enforcement, 3-strikes and content filtering are rejected.

-that measures related to traffic data shall protect our right to surf the web in privacy.

-that the telecoms market is regulated for the citizen's interests, and especially:

**a guarantee of open access to all content, services and applications.

** safeguards for users against disproportionate sanctions for downloading and content filtering are reinstated.

My name is Gerard Hoogeveen González.

Spain. ID#: xxxxxxxxx

I am a Spanish born citizen living in the Netherlands, and I hope my request is not made in vain.

Thank you very much for your time.

April 24th, 2009
"

Kama

Same and different. In Costa Rica.
We are like droplets of water in an ocean of infinite consciousness

HE: an avatar

He walked into my cell
With heavy milliary boots
On one of those nights
Hot as sands in summer
When my head was wandering
Closely following us step-by-step
But slower
Detected in the crowd
His face was a poem I’ve been trying to read
For a long time now

All those words we did not utter
We sew our lips so they stay shut forever
And washed away the dust with wine
Left the bottles far behind
Moments of confusion
When loughter did not require a sound
Wide as my inner smile
And he is here now
Counting, sewing, baking fragmets
We are like children dressed in colours
He would touch my fingerbones
At twilight when guitars are crying out
The passion that we’ve lost
Is the sweetest one
Remote and undeniably corrupt
Love we did not require
It made us sew our eyes again
Reflecting on all those
Days before it came

Now what is left untied will be
Carefully sewed togethers
Glue and tape and thread we found
Our knees tightly shall be bound
Skin to skin, nails to nails,
Foreheard kissing forehead
There is one and only substance left
Melting down at sunrise we are one
I am him and he is me

Unconditionally loved

I want to scratch my back
For there’s a fly sucking on my flesh
But hands remember- they are double now
Confusing as it may
And inentions: inapplicable- betrayed
Emotions are unleashed
The avatars are shinning bright
Habbits turn into expectations
Bound not to be fulfilled

All what’s left from him
Is this flashy pixel grin

Misli

Седя си в къщи удобно разположила се на матрака
И мисля
Мисля за 3-те медицински прегледа които ме очакват идната седмица
Мисля за момчетата които ме обраха преди 2 дни
За количеството ром което изпих същата вечер и глупостите които върших в последствие
В Панама
Мисля за Китай и моето място под широкото китайко небе
За ориза и чая които ме очакват там
Мисля за човека когото не съм виждала от 2 седмици и половина
А искам
Искам да му дам черния оникс подарък от Колумбийски уличен артист
И да го помоля да не ме забравя бързо
Тъй като ще си отида скоро
Отново
И отново
И пак
Си отивам от нечий живот така бързо както дойдох
И така седя си и си мисля
На 4 езика
Как трябва да си инсталирам Български фонетичен

B O

José & Devendra

two artists with Latin blood whose beautiful music accompanied the last couple of days, nights and twilights. The former from Argenina and the later from Venezuela but born and raised in Sweden and US accordingly. Sweet rythms.

Last month

The last couple of weeks: swimming in rivers and oceans, eating fruit, drinking rum, climbing up trees, jumping down from waterfalls. Listeing to Devendra Banhart and Iron & Wine. Falling in love. Touching the soft skin with my own. Talking. And life has never seemed more simple …

Somebody has touched my soul.

I am sick of blogging. I may call it a day.

What happened?

Yeah what the f*** happened? I was sooo going to this Zeitgeist international event. I was so willing to participate. So many good intentions, so many questions to ask, so much to discuss. So much. So what happened I don’t know. I took a bus from San Jose to Heredia where the event in question was supposed to take place. The spot was called D&C house and that was it. No address on the website, no phone number nothing but D&C house and the e-mail of some Shiva dude that did not answer my message. I spent 10 $ on taxi around the beautiful village of Heredia. For less then 10 $ I could cross the border and go the beach in Panama. The funny fact was than nobody knew where this D&C house was, nobody – shopkeepers, policeman, young and old. Nobody had a clue. I was running in circles around the village like a crazy person trying to find some international event that is taking place in HEREDIA. Damn it. I am crazy in indeed. Because no single Tico (a person from Costa Rica) will do what I did – spend the lovely Sunday summer evening in looking for a Zday. So I ve been thinking – its supposed to be an international event right? And everybody is invited, right? Not only that everybody is invited – the more the better, its for the cause!!! People have to know, people have to be invited. If its some rpivate event than damn all that noise. Moreover, why did these people decide that Heredia, some D&C House with a questionable existance is the right spot to gather people and talk about the world, the system and the revolution of consiousness and stuff like that? Why Heredia, when 30 min away in the very cosmopolitan capital of Costa Rica – the lovely home of mine called San Jose- there was a huge art/hippie/music/literature festival. Why Heredia if the majority of the intelligent, creative, capable and willing yougn people of this nation are all over the centre, the parks, the main squares? Many questions and no answer. So instead of becoming part of this movement Camie ended up sipping cas juice at Super Burrito in the hot sumer night of some Costa Rican village, starring at El Mayor de los Anillos (Lord of the Rings).

Oh well, I hope I sound pissed off! :DDD cause I am. My own Zeitgeist – I have found an organization in San Jose that will recycle waste from various primary and secondary schools. I guess we all have to find our own way to boycott the system.

Zeitgeist day

15 March 2009, Sunday.

Internationally, young intelligent people will gather in order to see instead of watch, hear instead of listen. The voice of thousands will be spread around the world. To boycott the system. I hope you have seen Addendum. I hope you have thought bout it at least a bit. I hope something deep inside you has screamed and rioted and quietly unconsciously turned upside down!!!!! And finally, I hope you have made up you mind.

By chance.. if there is such a thing like chance… I opened the official web site of the Zeitgeist Movement and discovered the following:

1. One of the primary official languages of the website is Bulgarian
2. On the 15 March 2009 thousands (I hope millions) of people will unite in cities all over the world and will become part of the movement. They will watch,read and discuss, whatever…it does not matter at all to me!
3. From the Central American countries only two will participate. The Dominican Republic and Costa Rica. Way too many coincidences

This is the website where you can check out the reunion spots.

I am posting this blog with an appeal to all of you. Please, if you have time, go to one of those meetings. Nobody will ever ask you for money. Everybody is welcome and that’s the point. It has to start from somewhere. I know it sounds unrealistic, naïve, too positive and whatever you may call it. But it has to start somewhere. Those of you who know me well enough -you know that I am not a way too positive person all the time, I am not naïve and I don’t fall for ideologies. This is not an ideology.

Nothing, nothing else has made so much sense. Nothing else has touched me like that. It’s not about how much the world has f**** us up! It’s about tomorrow. It’s about us. It’s a long way to go, but the destination is here- heart and mind.

“The real revolution is the revolution of the consciousness. And first of all each and every single one of us must eliminate the divisionary materialistic noise that we’ve been conditioned to think is true while amplifying, discovering and aligning the signal coming form our true empirical ones. It’s up to you!: