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Torre de Gobernacion
Related to country: Guatemala

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Tower of Interior
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it photographs of the tower of the Interior of Santa Cruz of Quiche' taken from the park

May 18, 2009 | 11:52 PM Comments  0 comments

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Escultura de Tecun Uman
Related to country: Guatemala

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Sculpture of Tecun Uman
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May 17, 2009 | 11:56 PM Comments  0 comments

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Venta de Artesanias
Related to country: Guatemala

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Sale of Crafts
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Sale of guipiles in Chichicastenango, Quiche'

May 17, 2009 | 5:28 PM Comments  0 comments



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Ruinas de Gumarcaah
Related to country: Guatemala

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Ruins of Gumarcaah
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ruins of Utatlan, or also known like archaeological Site Gumarcaah. The ruins estan located to only 10 minutes of Santa Cruz of Quiche'

May 17, 2009 | 12:00 AM Comments  0 comments



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D: ... Flaka, una canzion triste T.T ... D:

Flaca no me claves
tus puñales
por la espalda
tan profundo
no me duelen
no me hacen mal

Lejos
en el centro
de la Tierra
las raíces
del amor
donde estaban
quedarán

Entre el no me olvides
me dejes nuestros abriles olvidados
en el fondo del placard
del cuarto de invitados
eran tiempos dorados
de un pasado mejor

Aunque casi me equivoco
y te digo poco a poco
no me mientas
no me digas la verdad
no te quedes callada
no levantes la voz
no me pidas perdón

Aunque casi te confieso
que también he sido un perro compañero
un perro ideal que aprendió a nadar
y a volver al hogar
para poder comer

Flaca no me claves
tus puñales
por la espalda
tan profundo
no me duelen
no me hacen mal

Lejos
en el centro
de la Tierra
las raíces
del amor
donde estaban
quedarán

February 12, 2009 | 5:02 AM Comments  0 comments

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Quando m'innamoro .... :o-E ....

Quando m'innamoro
Io do tutto il bene
A chi è immamorato di me
E non c'è nessuno
Che mi può cambiare
Che mi può staccare da lei

February 8, 2009 | 12:02 PM Comments  0 comments

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wHaT i LiKe aBouT You....

THeRe'z zo MaNy THingz i LiKe aBouT You, I..
I juzT doN'T KNow wHeRe To BegiN,
…… OK, well ….... =D

I LiKe THe waY You, LooK aT Me wiTH THoze BeauTifuL eYez,
I LiKe THe waY You, acT zo zurPRized,
I LiKe THe waY You, aLwaYz geT iT wRoNg,
….. (HeHeHe) ….. -_-´

I LiKe THe waY You, cLaP YouR HaNdz,
I LiKe THe waY You, zHaKe YouR HaiR,
I LiKe THe waY You, LiKe To ToucH,
I LiKe THe waY You, sTare  zo MucH,
BuT MozT of aLl....

YeaH……. XD.....
MozT of aLl...
<3…… I LOVE YOU …. <3

January 20, 2009 | 10:01 AM Comments  0 comments

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juzT foR You ....


Okay Well I love youR eYez, aNd youR haiR aNd pReTtY muCh eveRiThing aBouT You I CaN´T zToP ThinKing oN You aLl DaY loNg aNd wHen I zee You I geT butTerFlies aNd aLl mY woRds geT CaugHT uP. I CaN´T LiVe WiThouT You aNd ReaLly juzT wanTed To zaY I love You

January 4, 2009 | 10:01 AM Comments  0 comments

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Youth Entrepreneurship Program in rural Guatemala
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“Please, have a seat Addison. I have just approved 25 individual loans for the day and will be with you in a minute.” It was 8:15 on a Thursday morning when I walked into my boss’s office for a meeting. Due to the lack of warm, instant coffee and the chilling weather outside it took a moment to sink in but then it dawned on me. I was part of an institution that changes people’s lives.

I had just begun my fifth month with ASDIR (Association for the Development of Rural Communities) in secluded Totonicapán, Guatemala. Earlier, in June 2008 I was invited to work with the micro finance institution to become the first foreign intern. The communal organization that served as my home for six months was founded in 1988 by a handful of men and women working to develop nearby villages and communities. Today, the institution provides loans, services, and educational programs to more than 2,500 clients in rural communities throughout the departments of Totonicapán (42 communities), Sololá (18 communities) and Suchitepéquez (29 communities). ASDIR is a partner of Katalysis Network located in Stockton, California.

During my internship I have worked with staff to develop and implement a Youth Entrepreneurship program for the youth of Guatemala. ASDIR is pioneering one of the first programs to work with rural young men and women ages 10-30 offering professional training, technology instruction, and seminars. Further, the program assists those who wish to design and execute social projects to benefit communities. ASDIR’s primary goal and focus is to provide individual and group loans to young men and women who wish to begin their own business.

In retrospect, it is difficult to mention everything I have learned for this internship has introduced me to the world of micro finance. There remain, however, experiences I would like to stress as I reflect on six months in the Western Highlands. In August 2008, I was invited to attend the Fourth Central America Microfinance Conference in Guatemala City, Guatemala hosted by Redcamif. Panelists included an array of professionals in the micro finance industry from Accion International, Finca International and Ford Foundation, to name a few. It was during the three day conference I learned how citizens in Central America and across the world benefit from products and services micro finance institutions offer. It was a reassuring feeling to discover that ASDIR, although small in size compared to the larger, more international institutions, has a substantial impact on the lives of its clients in the occidental region of Guatemala. A month before the event, however, I had the opportunity to experience the power of micro finance institutions and their life-changing abilities while I was working one Saturday morning. It occurred when two women walked into the office and met with a credit advisor to begin the process of applying for a loan. Speaking in the native tongue Quiche, it was hard to follow the conversation but by reading the reactions on the faces of the women it was easy to understand they had never been happier. If put to use in the correct manner the money could be used to increase their income, improve their living conditions, remodel their home, or simply provide a better education for one of the five children that were crawling at their feet. It was during the thirty minute conversation I witnessed the impact of a small loan.

The countless times I traveled with staff to ASDIR’s branch offices in the tropical climate of Suchitepéquez or mountainous setting of Sololá has taught me how far the institutions products and services reach. I visited rural communities only accessible by truck and yet there were times when travel by foot was the only option. It was a heartening feeling to learn how hard ASDIR employees work to reach their clients.

Although my internship may end in January 2009, I am grateful to have begun my professional career with a fine institution so dedicated to its mission in such a novel setting. I would also like to thank the Pacific Fund and everyone involved at Pacific for making my experience unforgettable.


Addison Embrey
addison.embrey@gmail.com
ASDIR
Totonicapán, Guatemala
November, 2008

December 17, 2008 | 1:24 PM Comments  0 comments



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El canto de la noche
Related to country: Guatemala

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The song at night
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? It is at night: by this time all the springs speak to more fort. And also my soul is a spring. It is at night: only now all the songs of the lovers awake. And also my soul is the song of a lover. Insatisfecho is in me something, something insatiable, that it wants to speak. There is in me a love anxiety, that also speaks the language of the love.

Light I am: Ay, if outside night! But that one is my solitude, to be surrounded of light. Ay, if I were night and the dark! How it was going to suck of the chests of the light! Even to you bendecería, small sparkling stars, fireflies of the sky! Your gifts of light would give the happiness me. But I live in my own light, I reabsorbo in me the flames that of me appear. I do not know the happiness del that receives; frequently I have dreamed that robbing must be more delightful than accepting.

In that it is my poverty: my hand never rests to give. This one is my envies: to see eyes that wait with avidity and nights in yearning candle. Malaventurados those that you give! Oh, eclipses of my sun! Oh, yearning to yearn for! Oh, all-consuming hunger within the hartura! They take from me: but touch I at least his soul? Between giving and accepting average an abyss: the smallest abyss is most difficult to save.

Of my beauty it brings forth a hunger: I wanted to damage to those to those who I illuminate, and to rob to those to those who overflow of gifts. So much is my hunger of badness! To retire the hand when another hand already extends towards her; to vacillate like the cascade before falling headlong - So much is my hunger of badness! Such revenge imagines my fullness; such badness incubates my solitude.

My joy to give died by force of giving, my virtue got tired of itself by its same exuberance! Who always gives, exposed she is to lose the pudor; to who always it distributes, the hand and the heart are encallecen of distributing to him as much. My eyes are not flooded already of tears before the shame of which they request; my hand has become hardened, no longer feels the tremor of the hands already full. Where was the tears of my eyes and the finery of my heart? Oh, solitude of the generous ones! Oh, silence of which shines!

Many suns turn in the empty spaces. To everything what is dark speak to him with its light, - for me they shut up. Ay, thus is enemistad of the light against which it shines: ruthless it follows its way! Unjust in more deep of its heart against whatever it shines: cold towards suns: thus all the suns walk. Resemblances to hurricanes, fly suns by their orbits.

They follow in its inexorable will: that one is its coldness. Ay, only you, dark and the nocturnal ones, you extract heat of which shines, only you drink the milk and consolation of ubres of the light! Ay, ice that surrounds to me, ice embraces my hand Ay, in me is thirst, that becomes weak by your thirst! It is at night: ay, that I must be light! And thirst of the nocturnal thing! And solitude!

It is at night: by this time it brings forth of me my desire, as a source. - To speak is what desire. It is at night: by this time all the springs speak to more fort. And also my soul is a jumping source. It is at night: by this time wake up the songs of the lovers, and also my soul is the song of a lover.?


April 29, 2008 | 11:17 PM Comments  0 comments



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You don´t know what love is


In some respects
I suspect you´ve got a respectable side
When pushed and pulled and pressured
You seldom run and hide
But it´s for someone elses benefit
Not for what you wanna do
Until I realize that you´ve realized
I´m gonna say these words to you

You don´t know what love is
You do as you´re told
Just as a child at ten might act
But you´re far too old
You´re not hopeless or helpless
And I hate to sound cold
But you don´t know what love is...
You just do as you´re told

I can see your man
Cant help but win
Any problems that may arise
But in his mind there can be no sin
If you never criticize
You just keep on repeating
All those empty "I love you´s"
Until you say you deserve better
I´m gonna lay right into you

You don´t know what love is
You just do as you´re told
Just as a child of ten might act
But you´re far too old
Your not hopeless or helpless
And I hate to sound cold
But you don´t know what love is
No you don´t know what love is
No you don´t know what love is

You just do as you´re told
You do as you´re told
Yeah

March 18, 2008 | 3:03 AM Comments  0 comments

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The take over, the breaks over

Baby, seasons change but people don´t.
And I´ll always be waiting in the back room.
I´m boring but overcompensate with
Headlines and flash, flash, flash photography.

But don´t pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don´t pretend you ever forgot about me.

Wouldn´t you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don´t pretend, d-d-d-don´t pretend.

We don´t fight fair.
We don´t fight fair.

They say your head can be a prison.
Then these are just conjugal visits.
People will dissect us till
This doesn´t mean a thing anymore.

Don´t pretend you ever forgot about me.
Don´t pretend you ever forgot about me.

Wouldn´t you rather be a widow than a divorcee?
Style your wake for fashion magazines.
Widow or a divorcee?
Don´t pretend, d-d-d-don´t pretend.

We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
We´re dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah.
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
We´re dropped and well concealed in secret places
We don´t fight fair.
We don´t fight fair.
We don´t fight fair.
We don´t fight fair.
We don´t fight fair.

We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
We´re dropped and well concealed in secret places, woah.
We do it in the dark with smiles on our faces.
We´re dropped and well concealed in secret places.
We don´t fight fair.
With smiles on our faces.
We´re dropped and well concealed in secret places.
We don´t fight fair.

Don´t pretend you ever forgot about me.
We don´t fight fair.
Don´t pretend you ever forgot about me.
We don´t fight fair.

March 12, 2008 | 9:03 AM Comments  0 comments

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You know i´m no good


Meet you downstairs in the bar and heard
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt
You say why did you do it with him today?
And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray

Cause you´re my fella, my guy
Hand me your stella and fly
By the time I´m out the door
You tear me down like roger moore

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was troubled
You know that I´m no good

Upstairs in bed, with my ex boy,
He´s in the place, but I cant get joy,
Thinking of you in the final throws, this is when my buzzer goes

Run out to meet your chicks and bitter
You say when we´re married cause youre not bitter
There´ll be none of him no more
I cried for you on the kitchen floor

I cheated myself
Like I knew I would
I told ya, I was troubled
You know that I´m no good

Sweet reunion, jamaica and spain
Were like how we were again
I´m in the tub youre on the seat
Lick your lips as I soak my feet

Then you notice lickle carpet burn
My stomach drops and my guts churn
You shrug and it´s the worst
To truly stuck the knife in first

I cheated myself like I knew I would
I told ya I was troubled, you know that I´m no good
I cheated myself, like I knew I would
I told ya I was troubled, yeah ya know that I´m no good

March 12, 2008 | 9:03 AM Comments  0 comments

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en el Teleferico
Related to country: Guatemala

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in the Cableway
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Trip in cableway on the Lake of Amatitlan, Guatemala




February 13, 2008 | 5:13 PM Comments  0 comments



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WAKE UP CALL

This is your wake up call... young hearts be free

Get up, get on, get out about and shout it
Tell ´em all you´re dressed and on your way
Oh there´s absolutely no doubt about it
This is your wake up call
You´re gonna miss it all

Am I the only one out there that´s listening
Cos it´s such a lovely noise that I can hear
Eyes are opening up to all around them
This is their wake up call
They´re gonna miss it all yeah

Can you feel what´s happening here
Everything is changing all around you
It´s in the air, electricity
Everybody, yes everybody´s waking up
Good morning to you

You´re not the only one out there who´s running
But the man who´s sitting next to you´s asleep
So pick him up and shake him till he hears you
This is his wake up call
He´s gonna miss it all

Ooh yeah

Can you feel what´s happening here
Everything is changing all around you
It´s in the air, electricity
Everybody, yes everybody´s waking up
Good morning to you

Those who´ve done all they can do sleep easy
Those that turn away, they sleep alone
But there´s no doubt about it absolutely
This is a wake up call
We ´re gonna miss it all

This is your wake up call
This is your wake up call
This is your wake up call
You´re gonna miss it
You´re gonna miss it all

January 9, 2008 | 6:01 AM Comments  0 comments

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