I had watched for many years and seen how a few rich families held much of Argentina's wealth and power in their hands. So Peron and the government brought in an eight hour working day , sickness pay and fair wages to give poor workers a fair go .

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A poem for Football lovers

Football can make you cry
it can also bring you joy
I've played and watched it
as a man and a small boy.
Football has great players
like the one and only Messi
the Argentinian is a genius
I wished he played for Coventry.
Football is the favourite sport
no other game comes anywhere near
in the U.K.it's the number one pastime
just beating fishing and drinking beer.
Football though can be an addiction
it can be on your mind all of the day
your thinking about goals, shots, and saves,
and even talking about it to God when you pray.
So long may Football be played on our planet
even though it has trouble along the way
but just think if there was no Football at all
us fans would have nothing to do on a Saturday!

poem by Kevin Halls
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It's funny, because in the Latin world, nobody knows where I'm from. A lot of people think I'm Argentine. A lot of people think I'm from Mexico. It's more the accent and some expressions that change. Grammatically it's really the same, but of course there are some words that you can say in Venezuela but no one will understand in Spain.

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Two Poems for Nicaragua

Return to sender (Managua, Nicaragua Postal Service) I

Turn at the corner known as “gallo más gallo”
2 blocks toward the lake, and at Doña Blanquita the Belle’s house
look to the right and up a little
as toward the sky and then lower your gaze to the tree charred
in the earthquake, right there where
Don Francisco props himself up in the window to talk
with Pedro Xavier and that Gloria girl,
at the next house take just three steps,
knock on the door where there’s always a rocker,
and deliver these poems and this letter, please.
And if nobody takes them or the person whose name
is written on the envelope is no longer living,
return to where you came from.
Go slow, looking over your shoulder,
who knows if the address is right,
and perhaps someone will ask you, Mr. Mailman,
who are you looking for to these many hours in this neighborhood
in Managua?

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poem by Javier Campos
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Mr Chairman, Can We Buy Lionel Messi?

Please can we buy Lionel Messi
he'd fill every seat in the ground
we could pay for him in instalments
I hear they'll sell for a billion pound.
I bet he'd love to come to Coventry
we could tempt him with a free Jaguar car
build him his very own castle or mansion
only the best for the Argentinian superstar.
Just think of all the trophies we'd win
the Premiership, Champions league, the F.A.Cup
us fans can celebrate for weeks on end
instead of beer Champagne we would all sup.
Yippee! He says he's desperate to come
because Coventry are his favourite English team
but sadly my excitement wasn't meant to last
when I discovered I was having a crazy dream.
Still I know this is never ever going to happen
but they say dreams can often come true
so if that's the case I'll carry on dreaming
until Lionel Messi proudly wears Coventry's Sky Blue!

poem by Kevin Halls
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Demise (Untergang)

["Fifth and last version:
To Karl Borromaeas Heinrich"]

Across the snowy pond
the wild birds have moved away.
From our stars blows an icy wind in the evening.

Over our graves
bows the broken forehead of night.
Under oak trees we sway in an argentine pram.

Forever resound the city's niveous walls.
Under thorny bows,
blind pointers we, oh my brother, are climbing to
midnight.

poem by Georg Trakl (1 March 1913), translated by Walter Aue
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A blind Gypsy and his piccolo

He pitches a higher octave the inner song of desperation
While his fiancee on picnicking with her violin.
She fiddles to another heart a different tune
And the blind sees her secret whereabouts.

* I love you and hope you love me
I kept my promise, don't keep your distance.
-Evita, Don't cry for me Argentina-

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Rainbow Tour

Peron: People of Europe
I send you the rainbow of Argentina

Che: Spain has fallen to the charms of Evita
She can do what she likes it doesn't matter much

Advisor: She's our lady of the new world with a golden touch
She filled a bullring 45

song performed by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 2)
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The Lord of the Isles: Canto II.

I.
Fill the bright goblet, spread the festive board!
Summon the gay, the noble, and the fair!
Through the loud hall, in joyous concert pour'd,
Let mirth and music sound the dirge of Care!
But ask thou not if Happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
Or if the brow the heart's true livery wear;
Lift not the festal mask! - enough to know,
No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe.

II.
With beaker's clang, with harpers' lay,
With all that olden time deem'd gay,
The Island Chieftain feasted high;
But there was in his troubled eye
A gloomy fire, and on his brow
Now sudden flush'd, and faded now,
Emotions such as draw their birth
From deeper source than festal mirth.

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poem by Sir Walter Scott
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In the Spirit of Rumi 34-Chickpeas

Today I’m cooking chickpeas,
having, as the Argentinians say,
‘earned my chickpeas’ – since
they cannot always run to
bread-and-butter but I digress

As the heat rises, the chickpeas bounce
up to the surface as if they’ll
do all they can in that – what? –
half-living, half-dead state? -
to jump out of the pan and
go – where?

Sometimes they bounce up so vigorously
that I almost feel guilty about being so ignorant and
so insensitive about Creation’s arrangements
for chickpeas and men.. isn’t being boiled thus,
becoming soft and nutritious,
being eaten with (barely) gratitude,
releasing the generous earth’s minerals

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Dont Cry For Me Argentina

This wont be easy
Youll think its strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your love
After all that Ive done
You wont believe me
All you will see is a girl you once knew
Although shes dressed up to nines
For sixes and sevens with you
I had to let it happen
I had to change
Couldnt stay all my life down at heel
Looking out of the window
Staying out of the sun
So I choose freedom
Running around, trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it too
Dont cry for me, argentina
The truth is I never left you

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song performed by Donna Summer
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Junle Law And Refusal To Forgive

When Israelis captured Eichmann and
decided they would put him up for trial
many people thought their conduct vile,
claiming Israel's acts were grossly out of hand.
The Washington Post said this was 'jungle law, '
while William Buckley called on Israel to
forgive its enemies. Arendt, a Jew,
called Hausner 'a Galician who knew
no languages.' No Jews would turn their cheek
towards the enemies not just outside,
but those within, and chose to override
complaints of those who said, 'We must be meek.'
Few understood the shift in paradigm
initiated by the judges, Jews
who were not merely plaintiffs who accuse,
but people justly punishing a crime.

This poem was written fifty years after execution of Adolf Eichmann, at around midnight on 5/31/62.

Franklin Foer, reviewing Deborah Lipstadt's The Eichmann Trial in the NYT,4/8/11 ('Why the Eichmann Trial Really Mattered') wrote:

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poem by Gershon Hepner
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Roamer

(Roamer, roamer)
Hello, I'm coming at your town again
How's about a night, how's about a flight supernova
I know, that I've been kinda hot and cold
But you never go away, no matter what I say
In the moments
Chorus
My metors running low
I've been moving everywhere
Spreading out my wings, trying everything
But that's over, cause when I'm on my own
Waking up with someone new
It never feels the same, I'm mixing up their name
It's like a roamer
Goodbye, I'm going on the road again
But I'm bringing you along
In each and every song, lucky clover
And I, I always wanna see your face
Cause looking in your eyes, is where I see my life
When I'm older

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song performed by Enrique Iglesias
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To A Snowflake

What heart could have thought you? --
Past our devisal
(O filigree petal!)
Fashioned so purely,
Fragilely, surely,
From what Paradisal
Imagineless metal,
Too costly for cost?
Who hammered you, wrought you,
From argentine vapor? --
"God was my shaper.
Passing surmisal,
He hammered, He wrought me,
From curled silver vapor,
To lust of His mind --
Thou could'st not have thought me!
So purely, so palely,
Tinily, surely,
Mightily, frailly,
Insculped and embossed,

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poem by Francis Thompson
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Maradona's Nightmare!

Maradona's nightmare!
And he lost the game against the Germans.
He saw this vision a very long time ago so,
He went to Germany and played a friendly match with them;
This was before the 2010 World Cup was played in South Africa,
But the game enden with a draw.
Then came the actual time in the World Cup which,
Was a very important game to qualify for the semi-finals!
And Germany won Argentina by four goals to nil (4-0):
Oh Maradona, you are now with your nightmare.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Crossing The River Jordan

Crossing the River Jordan.
Thinking about the rules of your laws to respect my muse;
But my mother is now very old at home.

There are more cows in Argentina than human beings!
But crossing over River Jordan gave me your view;
And like my mother who is now very old,
But i will always respect your laws.

White and dry,
Black and wet! !
The joy of your muse is like crossing over the River Jordan!
But my mother is very old at home,
And she cannot follow me now on this path.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In Brief - A Lifetime's Work

First a teacher and
A lecturer
In French and in Spanish
In Durham

Then a lecturer
In charge of
Modern Languages
In Harrogate

Thirdly a curate
Also in Harrogate
In charge of nothing
But praying for everyone

Fourthly a roving priest
In Salta, Northern Argentina
Fifthly, a Vicar
Of San Salvador in Buenos Aires

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poem by James Hart
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Sunbathing

one of the things i like to do really is to bathe
under the sun
as though the sunshine is like water
raindrops
on my skin

i like being warmed a little bit by these sunrays
as i feel them like fingers on my face
and body
and legs
and toes

i like the sun penetrating my heart
piercing it with its heat

because mT heart is freezing cold
as dry ice
and melting it may help me live
some more
direct to vapor

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On The Balcony Of The Casa Rosada II

Eva: Just listen to that the voice of Argentina
We are adored we are loved

Statesman: Statesmanship is more than entertaining peasants

Eva's mother: We shall see little man

Crowd: Evita Peron la Santa Peronista
(chanting continues)

Eva: I'm only a simple woman who lives to serve Peron in his noble
crusade to rescue his people. I was once as you are now and I promise you this:
we will take the riches from the oligarchs

song performed by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 2)
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Sally Ann

[ claus, powell, and hyman (the horse flies) ]
A woman of beauty
A woman of pain
In france or jakarta
Her shadows the same
Chorus:
You go home with sally ann
You go home with sally ann
You go home
A woman of kindness
With bracelets of jade
In china or japan
Her choices are made
Chorus
A woman of chances
No family or friends
In argentina
She knows only men
Chorus
A woman of color

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song performed by 10000 Maniacs
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