Thursday, May 5, 2011

Pamper Party Invitations For

ARGAF denies published by the Southern and journalist Hugo Varas said: The great failure of the referees clinic organized by Manduani


ARGAF desmiente lo públicado por El Sureño y los dichos del periodista Hugo Varas: El gran fracaso de la clínica de árbitros organizada por Pajarraco Manduani



ASOCIACIÓN CIVIL RÍOGRANDENSE DE ÁRBITROS DE
FÚTBOL A.R.G.A.f P.T.D.F.
Personería Jurídica Nº 386/Gremial Nº 1154/Gob. Anadón Nº 1059 Tels: 443887 / 15-458218 /aargaf@hotmail.com
Las Islas Malvinas y Los Hielos Continentales Son Argentinos
argaf.blogspot.com / argaf.com.a
Rio Grande, 2 May 2011 Mr President



PISANO Carbon Copy Carlos Varas Hugo


For this I turn to you and through you to all delegates that make up the Department Official Futsal League

AFA
In order to familiarize them with the attitudes unfortunately demonstrated by "certain people" do not help the sport of Tierra del Fuego on the contrary.


Mr. President, I refer to the events of next week referred to the clinic last arbitration took place in our city, for these lines, I say "as president of the Association of Arbitrators ARGAF that we have never received a note or an invitation to attend" to the clinic above.


I can not miss the opportunity to reiterate that the ways things were handled by the rails were not normal for such events as having had sufficient time notion the call would have been different.


also want to say that this partnership will continue its contribution for greatness fueguino sport. Hoping that these words were interpreted by you and the members of the club, I say goodbye greeting him with the highest esteem and respect.




Julio F. Alday
President Argaf



Winner
¨ A person knows that adversity is the best teacher and knows also that the outcome depends upon himself
http://futsalafariogrande.blogspot.com/ ¨

Pamper Party Invitations For

ARGAF denies published by the Southern and journalist Hugo Varas said: The great failure of the referees clinic organized by Manduani


ARGAF desmiente lo públicado por El Sureño y los dichos del periodista Hugo Varas: El gran fracaso de la clínica de árbitros organizada por Pajarraco Manduani



ASOCIACIÓN CIVIL RÍOGRANDENSE DE ÁRBITROS DE
FÚTBOL A.R.G.A.f P.T.D.F.
Personería Jurídica Nº 386/Gremial Nº 1154/Gob. Anadón Nº 1059 Tels: 443887 / 15-458218 /aargaf@hotmail.com
Las Islas Malvinas y Los Hielos Continentales Son Argentinos
argaf.blogspot.com / argaf.com.a
Rio Grande, 2 May 2011 Mr President



PISANO Carbon Copy Carlos Varas Hugo


For this I turn to you and through you to all delegates that make up the Department Official Futsal League

AFA
In order to familiarize them with the attitudes unfortunately demonstrated by "certain people" do not help the sport of Tierra del Fuego on the contrary.


Mr. President, I refer to the events of next week referred to the clinic last arbitration took place in our city, for these lines, I say "as president of the Association of Arbitrators ARGAF that we have never received a note or an invitation to attend" to the clinic above.


I can not miss the opportunity to reiterate that the ways things were handled by the rails were not normal for such events as having had sufficient time notion the call would have been different.


also want to say that this partnership will continue its contribution for greatness fueguino sport. Hoping that these words were interpreted by you and the members of the club, I say goodbye greeting him with the highest esteem and respect.




Julio F. Alday
President Argaf



Winner
¨ A person knows that adversity is the best teacher and knows also that the outcome depends upon himself
http://futsalafariogrande.blogspot.com/ ¨

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Home Made Noise Makers For Cheer Competitions

WEEKEND IMAGES OF WOMEN AND CAFS


the referees Tironi Silvia Cristina Laurenti and

Referees and dialogue Captains


Enrique Fuentes and
The President and Mrs.

Gamarra, Daniel and Tatu

Home Made Noise Makers For Cheer Competitions

WEEKEND IMAGES OF WOMEN AND CAFS


the referees Tironi Silvia Cristina Laurenti and

Referees and dialogue Captains


Enrique Fuentes and
The President and Mrs.

Gamarra, Daniel and Tatu

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Mininova Template Vuze

FUTSAL Happy Labour Day

Tree Friends

There are people in our lives that make us happy the mere chance of our paths have crossed. Some

there walking beside us, watching many moons, but others just see them between one step and the next. A call all friends and there are many kinds of them.

Perhaps, each leaf of a tree characterized by one of our friends. The first born of the outbreak are our friends, Mom and Dad, show us what life is.

Then come the "friends brothers" with whom we divide our space to flourish as we are. We

to meet the whole family leaves those who respect and wish well.
The placement introduces us to other friends, we did not know they were going to cross our path.

Many of them call "soul mates" of the heart. They are sincere, are true.

know when we're done, you know what makes us happy. And sometimes, one of those soul mates "explodes" in our heart, and goes on to become a "friend in love." That brightens our eyes, listening to our lips, jumping to our feet.

Moreover, there are those friends "for a while", perhaps for a holiday or a few days or hours. They tend to put many smiles on our face, for as long as we're close.

And speaking of close, we can not forget "distant friends, to those who are on the tips of branches and when the wind blows, always appear one sheet to another.

Our sheets, several born in another summer and others remain many seasons.
But that leaves us most happy is the one that fell, which continued near "food" with their friendship. They are memories of those wonderful moments when they cross our path.

I want you, my tree leaf: PEACE, LOVE, HEALTH, because every person who passes through our lives is "unique" and always leaves a bit of itself and takes some of us.
Maybe there who will take much, but there is not one person that does not leave "something."

This is the greatest responsibility of our LIFE .... and proof that

"THE SOUL IS NOT BY CHANCE."

Mininova Template Vuze

FUTSAL Happy Labour Day

Tree Friends

There are people in our lives that make us happy the mere chance of our paths have crossed. Some

there walking beside us, watching many moons, but others just see them between one step and the next. A call all friends and there are many kinds of them.

Perhaps, each leaf of a tree characterized by one of our friends. The first born of the outbreak are our friends, Mom and Dad, show us what life is.

Then come the "friends brothers" with whom we divide our space to flourish as we are. We

to meet the whole family leaves those who respect and wish well.
The placement introduces us to other friends, we did not know they were going to cross our path.

Many of them call "soul mates" of the heart. They are sincere, are true.

know when we're done, you know what makes us happy. And sometimes, one of those soul mates "explodes" in our heart, and goes on to become a "friend in love." That brightens our eyes, listening to our lips, jumping to our feet.

Moreover, there are those friends "for a while", perhaps for a holiday or a few days or hours. They tend to put many smiles on our face, for as long as we're close.

And speaking of close, we can not forget "distant friends, to those who are on the tips of branches and when the wind blows, always appear one sheet to another.

Our sheets, several born in another summer and others remain many seasons.
But that leaves us most happy is the one that fell, which continued near "food" with their friendship. They are memories of those wonderful moments when they cross our path.

I want you, my tree leaf: PEACE, LOVE, HEALTH, because every person who passes through our lives is "unique" and always leaves a bit of itself and takes some of us.
Maybe there who will take much, but there is not one person that does not leave "something."

This is the greatest responsibility of our LIFE .... and proof that

"THE SOUL IS NOT BY CHANCE."

Friday, April 29, 2011

Forced To Wear Longjohns

PROGRAMMING FROM 27 TO CAFS 30/04



22 pm Wednesday. - 27/04 Poly Real Madrid vs
. San Martin
Referee: Ricardo Rolon
Fidencio Abalos and Friday 22 pm. - 29/04
Metalurgicos vs Poli. Sportivo
Referees: Miguel Alejandro Ortiz
Morel and 22 pm Friday. - Muriel
QRU vs. 29/04. Est Fueguinos
Referees: Juan C.
Bulacio Raul Salazar and Saturday 20 pm - 30/04 Real Madrid vs Poli
. Penguins
Referees: Ricardo Abalos Fidencio
Rolon and Saturday 21.30 pm. Union vs. Fueguina Metalurgicos

Referees: Alejandro Morel and Jorge Baceda

Forced To Wear Longjohns

PROGRAMMING FROM 27 TO CAFS 30/04



22 pm Wednesday. - 27/04 Poly Real Madrid vs
. San Martin
Referee: Ricardo Rolon
Fidencio Abalos and Friday 22 pm. - 29/04
Metalurgicos vs Poli. Sportivo
Referees: Miguel Alejandro Ortiz
Morel and 22 pm Friday. - Muriel
QRU vs. 29/04. Est Fueguinos
Referees: Juan C.
Bulacio Raul Salazar and Saturday 20 pm - 30/04 Real Madrid vs Poli
. Penguins
Referees: Ricardo Abalos Fidencio
Rolon and Saturday 21.30 pm. Union vs. Fueguina Metalurgicos

Referees: Alejandro Morel and Jorge Baceda

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Human Body Motion Sensor Circit Diagram

ARGAF turned to address


Referees: Juan Ovando and Jorge Baceda

Referees: Salazar and Morel

scorekeeper: Marta and Silvia

PROGRAMMING


Saturday 23/04/1911 - Fitness Muriel
14 hours. 2nd. Argentina vs School. November 25

Referee: Jorge Juan Ovando and Baceda
15.30 pm 2nd. Freedom vs.
Metalurgicos Referees: Juan Ovando and Jorge Baceda
17 hours. 2nd. Maroon vs. Lanus
Referees: Juan C. Salazar and Alexander Morel
18.30 hs. 2nd. Inter vs.
League Referees: Juan C. Salazar and Alexander Morel

Sunday 24/04/1911 - Fitness Muriel
18.30 hs. 2nd. Vs Southern Star. Victoria
Referees: Alejandro Morel and Juan Ovando
20 hours. 1st. Soldasur vs. Escuela Argentina
Referees: Juan Morel
Alejandro Ovando and 21.30 pm. 1st. Vs.Instituto SportingRG
Referees: Alejandro Morel and Juan Ovando

Human Body Motion Sensor Circit Diagram

ARGAF turned to address


Referees: Juan Ovando and Jorge Baceda

Referees: Salazar and Morel

scorekeeper: Marta and Silvia

PROGRAMMING


Saturday 23/04/1911 - Fitness Muriel
14 hours. 2nd. Argentina vs School. November 25

Referee: Jorge Juan Ovando and Baceda
15.30 pm 2nd. Freedom vs.
Metalurgicos Referees: Juan Ovando and Jorge Baceda
17 hours. 2nd. Maroon vs. Lanus
Referees: Juan C. Salazar and Alexander Morel
18.30 hs. 2nd. Inter vs.
League Referees: Juan C. Salazar and Alexander Morel

Sunday 24/04/1911 - Fitness Muriel
18.30 hs. 2nd. Vs Southern Star. Victoria
Referees: Alejandro Morel and Juan Ovando
20 hours. 1st. Soldasur vs. Escuela Argentina
Referees: Juan Morel
Alejandro Ovando and 21.30 pm. 1st. Vs.Instituto SportingRG
Referees: Alejandro Morel and Juan Ovando

Friday, April 22, 2011

How Loud Can A Car Stereo Be Before It Is Illegal

"The Song of Despair" by Pablo Neruda


Talk about the famous book: 20 Love Poems and a Song of Despair, all the same to do about a Beethoven symphony, a painting by Goya and do on the pyramids of Egypt. In one aspect of comparison valid. Since it is doing on one of the greatest works of art of all time. When Neruda poems published in 1924 this had nothing more than 19 years old and was one of his most representative works, among so many beautiful poems. But do not talk about the poems as such on this occasion, but may soon do so because in it are my favorite poems of Mr. Neruda. For now only will post the poem that ends the book: A Song of Despair. For being one of my favorites, and also for what it represents in my life, why can not miss on my blog.

undoubtedly because she was a journey at sea. Adventurous and maddening. Enchanting, where they heard sirens and came face to face fear and shame. But in the end was a wreck, and the man who enjoyed the sea in the company ended only in the sands of a desert island, beyond the end of the world, against the black solitude of the islands. She was a breeze and it was the salt. It was the sound of the sea and all that the gods muttered, but now all she was sinking. For

who have not read it, enjoy it:

The Song of Despair

memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
is the time to go, left Oh!

cold rain on my heart blossoms.
Oh pit of debris fierce cave of the shipwrecked

you accumulated in the wars and the flights.
From you the wings of the song birds.
You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!

was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse. Anxiety
pilot fury blind diver, turbulent drunkenness of love
. In you everything sank!

You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire, I lay
sadness. In you everything sank!
I made the wall of shadow. I walked
beyond desire and act.

Oh flesh, my flesh, woman whom I loved and lost,
to you in this hour wet, I raise my song.
Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion
of shattered like a glass.

was the black solitude of the islands, and there
woman of love, took me in your arms.
Era thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.

Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me in the land of your soul, and the cross of your arms!

My desire for you was the most terrible and short
the most turbulent and drunken, how tensed and avid. Cemetery of kisses
there is still fire in your tombs, still the fruited boughs burn
bird pecked.

Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.
Oh the mad coupling of hope and effort
in which we merged and despaired.

And the tenderness, light as water and flour.
And the word scarcely begun on the lips.
That was my destiny and in it my longing to travel, and he fell
my longing. In you everything sank!

Oh, sense of debris, everything fell into you.
not express What pain? What are you not drowned!?

From billow to billow you still called and sang,
Standing like a sailor on the bow of a boat.
still flowered in songs, you still broke in currents.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well!

Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer
. In you everything sank!

is the hour of departure, the hard cold
hours the night fastens to all the time.
The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.

Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands. Ah
beyond everything, beyond all ah.
is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!




How Loud Can A Car Stereo Be Before It Is Illegal

"The Song of Despair" by Pablo Neruda


Talk about the famous book: 20 Love Poems and a Song of Despair, all the same to do about a Beethoven symphony, a painting by Goya and do on the pyramids of Egypt. In one aspect of comparison valid. Since it is doing on one of the greatest works of art of all time. When Neruda poems published in 1924 this had nothing more than 19 years old and was one of his most representative works, among so many beautiful poems. But do not talk about the poems as such on this occasion, but may soon do so because in it are my favorite poems of Mr. Neruda. For now only will post the poem that ends the book: A Song of Despair. For being one of my favorites, and also for what it represents in my life, why can not miss on my blog.

undoubtedly because she was a journey at sea. Adventurous and maddening. Enchanting, where they heard sirens and came face to face fear and shame. But in the end was a wreck, and the man who enjoyed the sea in the company ended only in the sands of a desert island, beyond the end of the world, against the black solitude of the islands. She was a breeze and it was the salt. It was the sound of the sea and all that the gods muttered, but now all she was sinking. For

who have not read it, enjoy it:

The Song of Despair

memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
is the time to go, left Oh!

cold rain on my heart blossoms.
Oh pit of debris fierce cave of the shipwrecked

you accumulated in the wars and the flights.
From you the wings of the song birds.
You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!

was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse. Anxiety
pilot fury blind diver, turbulent drunkenness of love
. In you everything sank!

You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire, I lay
sadness. In you everything sank!
I made the wall of shadow. I walked
beyond desire and act.

Oh flesh, my flesh, woman whom I loved and lost,
to you in this hour wet, I raise my song.
Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness and the infinite oblivion
of shattered like a glass.

was the black solitude of the islands, and there
woman of love, took me in your arms.
Era thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.

Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me in the land of your soul, and the cross of your arms!

My desire for you was the most terrible and short
the most turbulent and drunken, how tensed and avid. Cemetery of kisses
there is still fire in your tombs, still the fruited boughs burn
bird pecked.

Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.
Oh the mad coupling of hope and effort
in which we merged and despaired.

And the tenderness, light as water and flour.
And the word scarcely begun on the lips.
That was my destiny and in it my longing to travel, and he fell
my longing. In you everything sank!

Oh, sense of debris, everything fell into you.
not express What pain? What are you not drowned!?

From billow to billow you still called and sang,
Standing like a sailor on the bow of a boat.
still flowered in songs, you still broke in currents.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well!

Pale blind diver, luckless slinger, lost discoverer
. In you everything sank!

is the hour of departure, the hard cold
hours the night fastens to all the time.
The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.

Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands. Ah
beyond everything, beyond all ah.
is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!




Wednesday, April 20, 2011

How Much Is Earthquake Subwoofers

ARGAF FUTSAL AFA met with Carlos PISANO



How Much Is Earthquake Subwoofers

ARGAF FUTSAL AFA met with Carlos PISANO



Thursday, April 14, 2011

Mature In Girdle Stockings

Wash me, dirty!


This is a practical example, expensive readers, the value of brands.

Al Laverap I do not go up or at gunpoint. There would only wash my clothes if the owners were relatives or close friends of mine.
below
Al Laverap entered as one enters a booth knowing full well, almost unconscious way, what do you get in return.

There is no value in the above have better and newer washing machines or the lady that iron is a marvel of skill and care or that you always meet good face. The problem is that I will not be never learn that and I will stay at the door, calculating how many kinds of roaches will walk on my shirts before entering the washing machine ...

What continues to soften, without being contrary to mitigating this remarkable graphics, is the deep respect corporate you had the person in charge of painting the facade of the top local binding between the V and E and general inclination of the entire brand. What a guy says an observer.

Mature In Girdle Stockings

Wash me, dirty!


This is a practical example, expensive readers, the value of brands.

Al Laverap I do not go up or at gunpoint. There would only wash my clothes if the owners were relatives or close friends of mine.
below
Al Laverap entered as one enters a booth knowing full well, almost unconscious way, what do you get in return.

There is no value in the above have better and newer washing machines or the lady that iron is a marvel of skill and care or that you always meet good face. The problem is that I will not be never learn that and I will stay at the door, calculating how many kinds of roaches will walk on my shirts before entering the washing machine ...

What continues to soften, without being contrary to mitigating this remarkable graphics, is the deep respect corporate you had the person in charge of painting the facade of the top local binding between the V and E and general inclination of the entire brand. What a guy says an observer.