User:Maria Camacho
ATTENTION ALL THE WORLD
Anyone out there
Interested in my philosophy
Please send an S.O.S
You can share my ideas
In my cool site
Dedicated to man’s
Evolution
Into an alter ego
Altogether with immortalism
And my hate of death
In an ever more dangerous world
Of wars without a cause
And leaders driven by theocratic feelings
Lusting for blood
In the midst of despair
AMEN
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[edit]IMAGINE
Imagine a frozen Jesus Christ
Lying in a tank
While we all pray to him
For our sins
Frozen Jesus lives forever
Like a real God ever does
But he’s the coolest king
Of creation and all
The pope kneels in front of our saviour
Who looks at him
From his cool container
Amidst the frost
Frozen Jesus reigns from cryonics heaven
Full of vitrification liquid
Ready to come back on Judgment day
And expiate our sins
From his future kingdom
Achieved with the highest technology
Of the far away future
Doing justice to our saviour
Praise our frozen Lord
Let’s hope his future realm
Brings peace and harmony
To our imaginary world
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[edit]EL RANCHO DE MI HERMANO
Mi hermano, el medico,
Elemental sencillo,
Se compro en Coconucos un rancho de ilusion
Esta parado sobre un temblor de guaduas,
En el blancor estraño que solo da la cal
Su puerta y sus ventanas por las que apenas cabe la luz de la mañana,
Las vigila en silencio
Un cerro majestuoso
Que se quedo parado cuando paso corriendo
La cordillera immensa
Huyendole al diluvio y a la mano de Dios
El rancho de mi hermano,
Elemental, sencillo
Como su corazon
Se rie de los palacios porque se siente rico
De frisos y cornisas
Cuando cada mañana lo dora con sus rayos la plenitud del sol...
MY BROTHER'S RANCH
My brother the doctor
Elemental and simple,
He bought in Coconucos a ranch of illusions
Built on bamboos,
It is white as chalk
While the morning light
Comes through its door and windows
It is looked after by a magestic hill,
Left standing when the immense mountains
Ran away from the deluge and the hand of God
My brother's ranch
Elemental and simple like his heart
Is full of corners and flowers
Tanned by the sun and age
Rich and full of enchantment
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Ismael Camacho Arango- A life
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I’m sharing with you the life of a clever, funny and gifted writer, a man who could talk about any topic and knew everything. A father that I miss and wished he could have been preserved for eternity.
A quiet province in the north of Colombia at the beginning of the twentieth century, Santander del Sur had been rocked a few times by the wars between the liberales and the conservadores.
It had been spared the destruction of other towns in the region subject to the tantrums of local politicians, who had dreamed of a grand Colombia.
In a village called Lebrija, an hour away from Bucaramanga, a young woman (Josefina Camacho) went in labour. She already had two other children and had lost a few others at birth.
Little Horacio Camacho was five years old and his sister Lijia, two years old as they waited with their father in the lounge.
After pushing for the last time, Josefina delivered a rose faced child into the world.
Shots of the rebels echoed nearby while the household waited in silence and even the baby had gone quiet.
The sound of footsteps resounded in the street, leaving the place in silence as the troops chased whoever had made trouble.
After cleaning the child, the midwife placed him next to his mother. As the baby cried, the children went in the room and admired the new addition to the family, while the midwife cut the umbilical cord.
Having lost another baby the year before, Josefina felt nervous about the child and the midwife wanted to make sure everything would be fine this time.
The father stroked the baby's hair as the children admired his rosy face. Then he led them to the kitchen, where they had their lunch.
The children wanted to know how the baby had come in the world and if he would live with them.
That evening little Ismael slept in a small cot by his mother’s side. The sound of cockerels singing, woke them up next morning. As the baby cried, his mother put him to her breast.
Ignoring the rebels making trouble, his brother and sister watched the child, sleeping by their mother’s side.
Time went past and Jose Ismael grew into a chubby child with golden curls, who liked to play in the countryside around his home.
He pulled his cars along the grass and hid his sister's dolls under the bushes.
After going to bed one night complaining of pain in his arm, their father didn't wake up the next morning.
Jose Ismael was five years old while Ligia and Horacio were six and eight years old.
The children couldn't understand death at that age and they thought father would come back later.
Life had shattered for the young woman, left alone with her three children. She had to do something to give them a better life.
Travelling on the back of mules, they went to find some of her family living in another town. That journey across the mountains must have been exciting for a five year old boy.
The country didn’t have many roads during the ninety thirties. They had to trek through the cordillera, looking for another life.
Little Horacio recalled the slow pace of the mules by the edge of precipices and ravines.
A friend, who had come with them, built the tents where they slept that night amidst the wind and the crickets.
The children collected flowers growing alongside the grass, while playing next morning. The weather turned cold and they felt tired but they had to go.
After the children had climbed on the mules they resumed their trek through the mountains full of fog and dangers.
An immense kaleidoscope of rivers, hills and ravines, made up the countryside in the central cordillera of the Andes where the Chibchas had lived before the conquest.
Having left the province of Santander, the mountains had given way to pastures. Cows and goats ate the long grass, as an eagle circled above them, looking for pray as nature rejoiced in life.
The church steeple against a cloudy horizon, welcomed them, as they neared Choconta. Sensing the end of their journey, the mules trotted towards the houses at the edge of town.
Josefina with little Ismael were the first ones to enter the town, people looked at them from their houses while dogs barked.
"Where’s the church?” she asked a man.
He took them along the high street and up to the church, the sound of people singing spilling out into streets.
Helping her children to dismount the donkeys, Josefina led them inside the building, as a little man talked of God's grace in front of the congregation.
He paused for a minute as the new arrivals sat down, before resuming his sermon.
Waiting for the sermon to finish, Josefina hoped the children would be quiet, even if they felt tired after the journey.
Then the congregation sang again, their voices echoing around the church, while the priest put his bible away.
Blessing the congregation, he got ready to kleave the church, before noticing the beautiful woman sitting in the first row.
Smiling, he took his gown off, before leaving through the door.
"We'll see him in a minute," Josefina told the children.
Leaving the church, they went to the house next door, where the housekeeper greeted them.
"The children have grown a lot," she said.
Appearing at the door, Uncle Antonio had taken his gown off, his white collar visible under his shirt.
“I was expecting you,” he said. "How was your journey?"
As a catholic priest, Uncle Antonio believed in the value of his family amongst the kingdom of God.
They had lunch in the refectory, after the maid had taken their luggage to the room upstairs, and the man accompanying the family to Choconta, went back to Lebrija in Santander.
Tired after the long journey, Josefina and the children went to sleep later, and they met Uncle Felipe next day.
Having taken their religious vows at the same time, the brothers shared the responsabilities with the congregation.
They promised to help the young widow while teaching the children all about religion and the bible.
My father was 14 years old when the second war world started. After reading everything about the conflict, he liked going to the movies to see the films of the time.
A clever boy, he did well in the school and had inherited his mother’s blond hair and fair skin.
His sister Ligia and his brother Horacio looked more like their father.
Jose Ismael finished school and studied medicine at the Universidad Nacional of Bogota. He got his degree in medicine and married his second cousin, Cecilia Mogollon, on the 14 of February 1952.
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| Book Title: Siete minutos. | Pub Year: 1971 | Notes: ID: 2056469 | |||||||||
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Language: Spanish Database: WorldCat Data Source: http://worldcat.org Created: 03/12/2007 10:04:41 GMT Last Modified: 03/12/2007 10:04:41 GMT URL: http://www.network54.com/Forum/588293/ Website Title: Siete minutos =============================[edit]Doctor Ismael camacho Arango was born in Lebrija, Colombia in 1926. He got his degree of medicine in the universidad nacional de Bogota in 1952. His literary career started when he won a short story competition in 1967. He wrote his book siete minutos in 1971. The novel is a future vision of our industrialist society and of the citizens who only think of having money. The day will come when people will only worry about themselves. Laugh and cry with the characters and adventures the author describes in this book full of morbid humour, where he was the master. Dr. Ismael Camacho died in Palmira, Colombia in 1995. http://www.network54.com/Forum/588293/
Siete minutos. por Ismael Camacho Arango Tipo: Libro/Texto : Ficción/prosa narrativa Editorial: [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Agregado 2008-01-26 06:43 Mi nota: 7 [siete] minutos. por Ismael Camacho Arango Tipo: Libro/Texto Editorial: [Bogotá] : [Tercer Mundo, 1971] =======================================[edit]Ismael Camacho Arango[edit]Doctor Ismael camacho Arango was born in Lebrija, Colombia in 1926. He got his degree of medicine in the universidad nacional de Bogota in 1952. His literary career started when he won a short story competition in 1967. He wrote his book siete minutos in 1971. The novel is a future vision of our industrialist society and of the citizens who only think of having money. The day will come when people will only worry about themselves. Laugh and cry with the characters and adventures the author describes in this book full of morbid humour, where he was the master. Dr. Ismael Camacho died in Palmira, Colombia in 1995. These are three chapters of Armageddon by Ismael Camacho Arango WELCOME TO ARMAGEDDON
On that particular day, the news travelled fast everywhere. I had just got dressed, when the radio program was interrupted. Someone said: “Attention! Attention! Extra! Extra!!! Extra!!!” I thought they wanted to sell soap for washing clothes. “…northern lights in all regions, including the tropics. Several observatories around the world have tried to explain the phenomenon as a dense fog has descended over the earth, and the seas have receded. We’ll keep you informed of any more developments.” Wondering about the northern lights, I heard some more news while cutting my sausages. A plane had fallen down in the sea and a coach full of football fans had crashed in the mountains. The maid appeared by my side, looking worried. “You must see this,” she said. On opening a window, I noticed dense fog in the street. The neighbouring houses had disappeared, while shadows moved within the clouds like lost angels, and cars drove slowly in the whiteness enveloping the world. I had not paid much attention to the news that morning, but as the maid went back to her duties I listened to the radio again. I would look for the northern lights in the internet before I left for my job, if the fog had cleared. The local television station had been put together with the national radio as the world had never seen anything like that. Switching on the TV, I saw the presenter in a studio full of people. “We bring you information about the rare things happening to the world,” he said. “Fog has invaded the country, and airplanes have been declared in emergency. We don’t know what has happened to them.” I saw total chaos everywhere, as motorists crashed with each other in the harsh conditions, and then I noticed lights amidst the clouds. I had forgotten all about my breakfast as I heard the news again. The White House had declared the USA in state of emergency and rumours circulated that a terrorist had planned the whole thing. As I saw the lamp in the lounge moving, I thought something had to be wrong but the presenter kept on talking about lights in the sky. I might have a perfect excuse to stay at home. “Attention,” the presenter said. “We have just had a small tremor. Attention!” As I left my chair, I had to hold the table to keep my stability. It had to be trembling again. After I managed to go outside, I heard people screaming, clouds of dust rising in the air. ========================================[edit]THE EARTH HAS MOVED As the floor moved, I stumbled out of the room, tripping on a cord and landing on my face. I can’t recall those intense moments when I cried for my life amidst the cataclysm. Cracks appeared on the floor while the earth shook, but then the earthquake stopped, leaving everything in silence. Struggling to my feet, I saw a city reduced to dust. The screams dying out, my feet faltered on the mud. As my nose bled, I saw the radio on the floor. It must have fallen there when I ran outside, fearing for my life. On switching it on, I heard only static, the noise joining the anarchy around me. Full of mud, people wandered the streets like zombies, as I tried to ask someone what had happened. “It’s the end of the world,” one of the maids said. “Look at the sky.” Shining above me, the northern lights stretched amidst the clouds. The woman had gone away as I looked down again, leaving me alone with my fate. Blood stained my clothes, my left arm hurt and I felt confused. I shut my eyes, wishing to appear in my bed where a new day would greet my senses, but the noise of people running and screaming brought me back to reality. A naked woman ran by my side, sagging breasts full of dirt, tears staining her face. “I must find my baby,” she said. Dirty and wounded, people didn’t know where to go or what to do to stop the tragedy. Children cried for their mothers lost amongst the ruins of the city full of grief, where no one knew anything. As I tried to find some shelter, a man played a drum in a corner, the music calming my fears and emotions. “Pray to the Lord,” he said. “It’s no use.” Ra- ta tam his drum went on singing to the the world. Feeling dizzy, I sat on a boulder with the radio in my hands, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. A voice interrupted my reverie. “Here H.K.5 A.C.1….H.K.5 A.C.1…Attention! Attention! A terrible earthquake has destroyed most of the city of Palmira. Attention! We must mobilize all the help available: firemen, police, the army, doctors and nurses. Attention! This is an urgent call… “Hello! Hello! We’ve received your message H.K.5. A.C.1. Here is H.K.9. D.G.U. here, H.K.9 D.G.U. The quake has destroyed most of the city of Cali and we are the only human beings left around here. Attention! We ask everybody to help the cities of Cali and Palmira…. “Attention! Attention! This is voice Bogotá. We are using the equipment we managed to salvage from the tragedy. Attention all the country. The capital has been destroyed by an earthquake. Attention! I repeat. Bogotá has been destroyed by a quake and we need urgent help.” I listened to requests for help from all parts of the country while people moved in a trance. Another woman went past me with a dead child in her arms, leaving a trace of blood on the floor. “Can I help you?” I asked. Ignoring me, she hurried to the nearest makeshift hospital where they might save her child. I never thought this would happen as I ate my breakfast in the morning, when I had other worries in the world. Our lives had been transformed in a few hours of death and desperation. Then I heard the voice in the radio, giving me the latest news. “The sea has flooded most of the ports of the world,” the presenter said. “The map of the continents has changed after the tragedy. New York, Tokyo, London and many other cities have disappeared, leaving an angry sea battering the coasts.” ==========================================[edit]PANIC IN THE STREETS == People moving between the cameras, as everyone talks at the same time, and a man with big glasses looks at the screen in front of him. One of his colleagues appears with a notebook. “The sun is having hiccups,” he says. Pushing back invisible strands of hair, Antonio studies the graphics where a sun full of flares looks at them from the darkness of space. He listens to his headphones for a few moments. “It’s time for the news,” he says. As Antonio sits in front of the cameras, the studio lights up ready for an audience hungry for news. “Good morning,” he says. “Our sun seems to have more energy that its size requires, causing the fog and the lights in the sky we have seen this morning.” The camera shows a row of cars lining the road and disappearing amidst the fog, as a few people argue with each other in the rain. A fight starts between two men by a small blue car, but after punching each other a few times, they go back to their vehicles with sore faces. “It is raining in Bogotá,” Antonio says. “Attention! An electric storm has developed over the city, with rain and hale.” The camera cuts to the lights dancing amidst the fog as hail falls over the city. Moving through the blanket of mist, people try to get away from the sea, while a picture of the sun fills the screen, large flares shooting out into space. Antonio’s voice interrupts the drama. “Attention,” he says. “Mount Palomar has photographed the eruptions taking place within the sun.” More images of the sun adorn the screen, flames reaching towards the planets threatening to finish with the solar system. The camera cuts back to the reporter standing in the road, where the cars have started to move. “It is still raining,” he says. “But we’re driving away now.” The cars move down the road, thunder echoing around them, as the fog gives an air of unreality to the scene. A few people dance in the back of a truck oblivious to all the problems in the world. The camera cuts to Antonio reading the news. “Similar things have been reported all over the continent,” he says. It’s five o’clock in the morning in Hawaii, where the auroras have been a beautiful spectacle. We can’t waist any time with commercials. We’re making contact with radio Barranquilla. Attention!" A thin man appears in a studio filled with people and confusion. “This is Barranquilla, transmitting for the national television. We have seen terrible things amidst the fog, as trucks and buses full of people wait for the traffic to move. We ask everyone to be calm.” The camera cuts to another studio, where a man sits by a picture of the sun and a table full of books. “This is central station in Barranquilla,” he says. “Everyone wants to go away from the sea.” [[12]
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These authority records are derived from the Library of Congress authority file. The purpose is to support interactive and automated authority lookups and provide Web access to individual authority records. ================================================================={| A continuación se muestran las áreas más cercanas que tienen bibliotecas que poseen el material especificado: Arizona Tennessee California Illinois Florida Missouri Iowa Wisconsin North Carolina Washington [14] ==================================[edit]Arizona State University[edit]Author Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title Siete minutos; novela. Publisher [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] LOCATION CALL # STATUS STORAGE STACKS PQ8180.13.A565 S5 SHELF Descript 273 p. ; 21 cm. ================================================[edit]San Diego University[edit]Author Camacho Arango, Ismael Title Siete minutos Publisher [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] LOCATION CALL # STATUS 4th Floor Books PQ8180.13.A565 S5 NOT CHECKD OUT Descript'n 273 p. ; 21 cm ======================================[edit]University of Illinois at Urbana- Champaign[edit]Author: Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title: Siete minutos; [novela] Published: [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Physical Description: 273 p. ; 21 cm. Subject (Other): Spanish, Books in. Institution: University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign Library Location: Main Stacks Call Number: 869.7 C146S Copy: 1 Status: Available ============================================================[edit]Florida International university[edit]Siete minutos. Author: Camacho Arango, Ismael. Published: [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] book book Green Library General Collection PQ8180.13.A565 S54 1971 Available divider ================================================[edit]Washington University Libraries[edit]Author Camacho Arango, Ismael Title Siete minutos Published [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Description 273 p. ; 21 cm LOCATION CALL # STATUS WestC General Stacks PQ8180.13 A565 S5 NOT CHECKD OUT OCLC # 2056469 ====================================================[edit]The University of Iowa[edit]Re-sort results by: | Year | Author | Title | Call Number | Format 1 Book format icon [ Display full record ] [ Display Availability ] Author Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title Siete minutos; [novela. Published Bogotá, Tercer Mundo, 1971] Format Book Location Main Library PQ8180.13.A565 S5 Availability Check shelf or Request delivery ======================================================================[edit]University of Wisconsin - Milwaukee Libraries[edit]Primary Author(s): Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title: Siete minutos. Publication: [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Description: Book 273 p. ; 21 cm.
========================================================[edit]University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill[edit]Author Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title Siete minutos. Imprint [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Persistent link to this record Location Call Number Volume/Copy Note Status Davis Library PQ8180.13.A565 S5 AVAILABLE Persistent link to this record Description 273 p. ; 21 cm. WorldCat no. 2056469 Description 273 p. ; 21 cm. WorldCat no. 2056469 ========================================================[edit]Washington State University Libraries[edit]Author Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title Siete minutos. Imprint Bogota, Tercer Mundo, 1971. LOCATION CALL NUMBER STATUS WSU Holland & Terrell PQ8180.13.A565 S5 ON SHELF Description 273 p. Misc no WSU000253595 ===============================================[edit]McGill University Montreal[edit]Type Author Title Year Call Number Library Holdings (Copies Owned/Out) 1 Camacho Arango, Ismael. Siete minutos / 1971 PQ8180.13 A565 S5 [Regular Loan] Humanities and Social Sciences McLennan Bldg
===============================================[edit]University of California, Riverside[edit]Author Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title Siete minutos. [novela. Publisher Bogotá : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Call # PQ8180.13.A56 S5 Description 273 p. ; 21 cm. OCLC/BIB # 2056469 ===================================================[edit]University of California, Santa Barbara[edit]Material type <Book> Author Link Camacho Arango, Ismael Title Link Siete minutos; [novela. Published Bogotá, Tercer Mundo, 1971] Description 273 p. 21 cm. Call Number Special Collections PQ8180.13.A565 S5 Sys. no. 001001702 =========================================[edit]San Diego State University Library[edit]Author Camacho Arango, Ismael Title Siete minutos Publisher [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] LOCATION CALL # STATUS 4th Floor Books PQ8180.13.A565 S5 NOT CHECKD OUT =========================================[edit]Stanford University Libraries[edit]Siete minutos Camacho Arango, Ismael. Mark Jump to call number/location/availability Author: Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title: Siete minutos. Imprint: [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Physical Description: 273 p. ; 21 cm. Catkey: 2013327 Call Number, Location, and Availability Off-campus [SAL3] [Nearby items on shelf] Copy Holds Status PQ8180.13.A565 S5 1 -- Request this item [with [SUNetID]] or [without SUNetID] ============================================[edit]The University of Memphis Library[edit]Title : Siete minutos; [novela. Author : Camacho Arango, Ismael. Call Number : X Publisher : [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Subject Heading(s) : Spanish, Books in. Description : 273 p. ; 21 cm. DBCN : AAP-0891 Holdings : Location Call Number Volume Material Status MCWHERTER LIBRARY PQ8180.13.A565 S5 BOOK Available ===============================================[edit]University of Wisconsin- Madison[edit]Author: Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title: Siete minutos. Publisher: [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Description: 273 p. ; 21 cm. OCLC: (OCoLC)02056469 Location: Memorial Library Stacks Regular Size Shelving ___ Where is this Location? Catalog: UW Madison Call Number: PQ8180.13 A565 S5 Copy Number: 1 Status: Not Checked Out ===================================================[edit]Southern Illinois University[edit]Author: Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title: Siete minutos; [novela] Published: [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Subject (Other): Spanish, Books in. Institution: Morris Library - SIUC Location: Dewey Books, McLafferty Annex Call Number: 868.9936 C1724S Copy: 1 Status: Available ==========================================================[edit]Vanderbilt University Library[edit]Siete minutos; [novela Camacho Arango, Ismael. Go to Call Number, Holdings, and Location Author: Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title: Siete minutos; [novela. Publication info: Bogota, Tercer Mundo, 1971] Physical details: 273 p. 21 cm.
=========================================[edit]University of Toronto Libraries[edit]Siete minutos; [novela.] Camacho Arango, Ismael Tercer Mundo] [1971] 273p. Request item >> UTL at Downsview Copies Type Location PQ8180.13 .A565 S5 1 Book Item may be requested ==========================================================[edit]The University of Arizona Library[edit]LOCATION Main Library Call # PQ8180.13.A563 S5 Author Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title Siete minutos. Location CALL NO. STATUS Main Library PQ8180.13.A563 S5 IN LIBRARY Publisher [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Description 273 p. ; 21 cm. ===============================================[edit]Harvard University- Hollies Catalogue[edit]Author : Link Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title : Link Siete minutos. Published : [Bogota : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Locations/Orders : Availability Location : WidenerLibrary Info SAL 5548.53.100 Holdings Availability Description : 273 p. ; 21 cm. HOLLIS Number : 004306100 =========================================================[edit]University of Massachusetts Amherst[edit]Format Book Author Link Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title Link Siete minutos. Publisher [Bogotá : Tercer Mundo, 1971] Physical Descrip. 273 p. ; 21 cm. Note(s) Novel. Owned By UM Du Bois LibraryLibrary Info ====================================================[edit]Carleton University Library[edit]Author Camacho Arango, Ismael. Title Siete minutos. Publisher Bogota, Tercer Mundo., 1971. LOCATION CALL # STATUS Floor 3 PQ8180.13.A63S5 IN LIBRARY Description 1 v. Local Notes 1027165401 =====================================[edit]El Colegio De Mexico. Distrito Federal[edit]No. sistema 000230136
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