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Greeting to all journalists

A PROSPEROUS YEAR 2011 IS THE DESIRE OF THE MUNICIPAL ADMINISTRATION TIBAS

want to share with all journalists, wherever they ply their trade, this emotional greeting hits for all by the year 2011.

Journalism is a profession and an occupation, not a right, which requires ethical, intellectual, humanistic and technological.

fills us with respect and affection for his journalistic work, when they are in the pathway responsible, quiet, with the greatness that has the word, it conveys, transfers information, feel respect for the noble apostolate made yet, at the expense of their own lives.

is the time to thank the accompanying actions, plans and programs from the Municipality of Tibasosa have been conducted during the present administration and especially in 2010.

The beautiful Palacio Municipal de Tibasosa

We hope that the year that starts in a few hours is loaded with good things for the people in charge of multiplying nationwide , departmental, regional and local news, their families and loved ones enjoy peace and prosperity in this coming year.

that 2011 is full of good things for everyone and that happiness is present 365 days, giving us and allowing us to meet all our objectives, goals and desires.

Reiterating our most sincere gratitude for the support during the year 2010, we invite ar ECEIVED the new year with optimism, a new opportunity to grow economically and socially.

is the wish of:

ROSALBA JENNY HERNANDEZ SANDOVAL AND FAMILY

OFFICE OF CULTURE, ARTS AND TOURISM TIBAS

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A woman under a tree sentadaba Inca

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- Spondylus.

The first time someone says that word I am at three thousand meters above sea level in Quito, Ecuador, with feet on the lookout Guápulo. The man says what I have in hand and tells me he is a gem, which the Incas and carved the shell of this mollusk. Savor the word that I forget a few seconds. From as orange, almost phosphoresce. I bought some earrings, embed a legend in my lobes.

descend a slope. As if by that word, I find this site to be the most vivid memory of Quito. A sort of natural balcony below which plunges the city with its cathedrals and monasteries and those highways that are invaded by rodents night lights that do not stop. This hill is facing another several kilometers away as if looking in a mirror of the past, the front still retains a huge forest with trees all standing.

breathe the heavy air, full of soul is free of stones. Here the hummingbirds have a voice and sing, are closer to birds than to the gods. I think if I had traveled enough, I would argue that this is the best place in the world. I think: how lucky I have not traveled enough

The mountain descends to a street from here is just a guess. For a rustic ladder falls vertically, climb elderly, women and children, gasping. In their throats is the green valley at the bottom, a concave pit absorbing clouds and crossroads. The voices are traces of a hunger born of folklore, including a word shines like a precious gem. A word I have forgotten.

Chronicle of a trip to Quito, 2010, written at the request of the journal Plebella.
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