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The Borojó (Borojoa patinoi) is a family tree of the Rubiaceae. Native to tropical rain forest of Panama Pacific and western Colombia. It is found in the wild and in family and commercial plantations. This tree reaches a height of 3 to 5 meters. The name comes from the Embera language: boron = head, ne-jo = fruit, fruit of the head, the result stubborn, or just Borojoa = round, globular.

The fruit is globose, he has 7 to 12 cm diameter is from green to brown. Collected from the floor to fully ripen. Weighs between 740 and 1,000 grams , which are 88% pulp. This pulp is acidic and dense, containing mainly fructose and glucose, and significant amounts of protein, phosphorus and vitamins B and C, as well as calcium and iron. It is used to make jams, candies, wine and juice famous love with aphrodisiac properties. Here I put the song The Borojó .

In traditional medicine used to treat bronchial disorders, malnutrition, hypertension, cancer, erysipelas. It is used as energizing and hair treatment (cellulitis). The pulp is also used as a poultice for healing, such as masks for oily skin. Borojó juice serves as a diuretic to the kidneys.

Borojó Juice

Here I put so as to prepare simple. You can use it to put a little extra energy in your life naturally.

Ingredients:

borojó A mature fruit

Three liters of water

cup sugar

Preparation

Similar to prepare fresh tamarind. The ripe fruit macerate it with your hands, you add the water and remove the seeds. You put it in the blender and then pass through a sieve. You add the sugar and ready. You can have it frozen if prefríes or add ice. Store in refrigerator. Among other options, many will add cinnamon or vanilla.

Enjoy!


Hill
New Guinea, RAAS.
March 31, 2011.

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THE ALLEY OF DEATH SCRAMBLED

attire reflected his character cortita red miniskirt showing her long, shapely legs, yellow low-cut sleeveless blouse that exposed her voluminous breasts half hidden, portfolio White hung on his left shoulder, black shoes, high heels, seduced by the movement of her hips to the rhythm of their delicate steps, red scarf tied in her hair straight, colored bracelets on his left wrist and a tiny Timex on the right. The enlarged lipstick his thin lips and excessive makeup hiding his hated scar left cheek. His hazel eyes hypnotized by attracting when his eyelids fluttered her long lashes.

He stopped at the corner of Wing Sang, watched the clock imported from New Orleans that he had given Gustavo and realized he would be late. Thought in the few days remaining to leave this miserable life and go with him to Juigalpa, which would be moved to fulfill its duty as a sergeant on active duty in the National Guard. Must be in the pool, he thought. She opened her purse, took out a pack of menthol cigarettes, lit one, inhaling the smoke and the aroma dense, saturated by waste deposed from the inhabitants of the city, from the manhole open. Do not take it anymore, everything sucks, she thought as one of China deposited the trash in a barrel outside the tent, daily ritual to avoid stagnation of good fortune and attract positive energies. That is, I must leave this city, he thought. He crossed the street to go to pool.

Standing at the threshold of the door, his presence brought whistles and compliments of the spectators, while players and eight ball carom failed in their shots. Here I am, my love! Wait and go to Hollywood! Always keep you rich! Here's your daddy!, Doctor, you look!, Doctor! Seeing the doctor was filled with anger, turned and with a slight impulse moved her buttocks in farewell prompting laughter and hisses at the pool hall. Must be on duty, he thought, walked hesitantly toward the corner of Chico Quant.

His thoughts fell at the age of fourteen years as a maid in the house of the doctor. I cleaned the room and heard the door close, he saw naked, crazed eyes and felt his strength to throw her in bed, tore her skirt threatening, if you scream I'll kill you!, Angrily removed his underwear and, to scream, hit on the cheek, covered his mouth with his left hand and felt powerless desecration of his body with burning pain as he gasped exhausted, brutalized, bathed in his own sweat. Observed to be fed blood on the sheets and left the room triumphant. Damn! He said. He walked.

sidewalk When changing noted that the continued and quickened his pace. Opposite the mouth of the alley he heard his name: Silvia, Silvia, wait, love! He looked, it was Jorge Borges. Never paid attention in his capacity as a prostitute had sustained relationships with various types, but hated the rough and rowdy as he who boast of their strength and women talk crap.

came quickly trying to avoid it, felt the blow of the foul smell and, to stare at the floor, avoiding stepping on the droppings, Jorge grabbed her waist. Shouted with all his might while trying to elude him, but his power was greater. The last scene was repeated and desperate cries his way to the canteen located at the end of the alley. The loud music from the jukebox is not allowed to listen to it, desperate bit him on the shoulder. He was furious and hit her belly and raised his fist to keep hitting it when he felt a similar force that stopped the momentum. Gustavo was in civilian clothes, who came to the bar in your search. Guard stupid, do not mess!, Shouted. Coward, hit me me, you bastard!, Said Gustavo. Between struggle and blows, Jorge stuck a dagger in Gustavo's chest, pulled him furiously and after a second thrust pierced his liver, falling instantly covered with blood. My God, you killed, you killed it!, Anguished cry, helpless before the dying cry of his beloved.

seeing him in his own blood, Jorge ran in haste to flee, looking way out into the street at the same moment that two co-Gustavo entered the alley going to the canteen for a few drinks with him. Catch him, killed Gustavo, is it! shouted Sylvia. They grabbed the bloody knife in his hands, beat and kicked him, cursing him until he prostrated pain. Gustavo's body was removed and taken to the barracks along with Jorge Borges. Silvia went in tears to the canteen closed early Maybel who dismissing drunk and spent the rest of the night comforting.

At dawn, a group of people crowded into the mouth of the alley. Jorge Borges's body lying on the ground showed a bullet hole in his chest and countless bruises. Word spread through the city and the family removed the body. They tried to celebrate Mass and then bury it, but the priest would not allow it because the angry crowd shouted Enough, enough is enough, down the dictatorship!, Agüero alive!, While an air force plane crosses the sky of the city with the corpse of Gustavo accompanied by Silvia wearing mourning.

- you always been violent in the city? Asked the incredulous to hear Maybel.

- Today more than ever before. For this murder and others to Embedded death row, "he said thoughtfully, adding - you rob and kill in broad daylight from Chavalos the murder of drug flowing to schools.

- How do you know?

- is in sight, go for a ride and you'll realize what I say. Be careful, thieves, murderers and drug sold on the loose in the streets, they walk like he owned the place.

Hill

New Guinea, RAAS.

Sunday March 27, 2011

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RICH AND POOR: THE GALLO PINTO

Alfredo

to club picking up beans

It's time to harvest the beans, after ninety days laborious, plowing, planting, weeding, fertilizing, hoeing, pest control, start, lying on the ground in wire by rain and pounding, not to mention the prayers, praying to God for favorable weather conditions the uncertainty of climate arrogant.

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the moment of reckoning. Alfredo, my neighbor planted bean five blocks classified as semi-tech-tech. The seed used was INTA varieties Red and Red Chile, distributed by the National Company Basic Food (ENABAS) with 95% viability. The price of seed, at the time of distribution, was a 1200 Cordobas. Obtained funding to purchase inputs, including seeds and payment services, primarily with tractor plowing, planting with oxen and pounding machinery. Self-financed labor required. The total cost of production per acre was C $ 10,831.00, including financing costs. At harvest An average of fifteen bushels per acre for a total harvest of seventy-five.

beans harvested by Alfredo

Why not wait to go up a little bit of money?, In the binge friend, took out a loan! At what price they bought it?, Even in ENABAS sold it to 1150 pesos!, "And how would you rate the cycle?, Hard, hard by the rain! First came the drought, planted on 16 December, some born in December by the wet ground and another in January. We care well, I hilling hoe, so spraying against pests and foliar fertilizer I applied. The harvest was like I did two plantings, planting and replanting, because one was born first and then the other, so I made two cuts. I had to lay it on wire by rain threatening, the collection has been tough, you saw him! At that price it was good!, To recover from past losses, to level because the price is good! I like black bean plant but you see, I decided on this, if he had lost black seeded, the price is dropped, to half a quintal!

Beans collected by ENABAS

Alfredo is happy, his efforts materialized in the harvest has allowed it to repay the loan she received, her primary concern. The labor cost per acre was three in 1600 Cordobas. After deducting these costs will remain in the bag córdobas C $ 2.818 per acre, ie free córdobas 14.090 in the five blocks. You say, was it right, did not lose!, Paid off the loan, recover the investment in labor and still has his little notes in the bag! Yes, indeed. We were 156 cordobas gain for each day of work invested in the cultivation of the five blocks of beans. Others have less, almost nothing, just for the food.

are poor peasants, small producers, who are responsible for ensuring that grain as desired, because they also need it in your table, it's about survival and "solidarity indirect, passing through various hands until we eat them cooked, "in bullet, in soup, fried or in the famous" gallo pinto "which" stirred the rich and the poor. "

Gallo pinto

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El gallo pinto, whose invention is attributed to the African descendants in the Caribbean Coast in banana and lumber camps by the lack of variety of foods, called that way because the red beans and white rice , giving the appearance of a cock with red feathers, lording it became popular in the Pacific during the twentieth century, mainly in cities, such as practical nutritional solution for the tables of workers, artisans and poor households. It is the dish that gives us four main components of the diet: beans provides protein, essential for life by their content of amino acids; Rice provides carbohydrates and fats oil. In addition, scrambled rice and beans provide vitamins and minerals.

While the poor produce proteins in extreme conditions for their survival without being subject to public policies that contribute to improving their conditions of production, large rice producers, who put the carbohydrate directly on the table , the government subsidizes the cost of the energy required for irrigation of large white grain sown. Consider this when buying and, indeed, at the time to savor your gallo pinto!

Hill

New Guinea, RAAS.

Monday, March 21, 2011

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIELA! BOILING

Emiljamary and Daniela Alejandra

Yesterday he celebrated his first birthday Daniela Alejandra. Among friends and family the atmosphere was festive.

Emily, White Bush, and Daniela Emiljamary

With piñata: Bell.

With her mother and cake.

Erickjamil was among the first to try to break the piñata.

Here is the link Happy Birthday they told him his friends and cousins.


Hill New Guinea, RAAS.
March 17, 2011.

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Maria Teresa, hides the baton of beans!, yelled at him after removing the string and open the wooden door sealed with sheets of zinc oxide. He hugged her and kissed her cheek tenderly, like a mother. With the staff told him he would have gone on. He took her hand, watched his thin white hair, his eyes octogenarian behind the lens and felt the rhythm of his feeble steps. With your help and a boost was taken a step child, entered the house and settle in the chair exhausted complained of rheumatic pain in his knees. Invited him to sit in the small dining room and escaped his memory by compressing the space.

The breeze from the Tortuguero beach cooling the broad porch of the house, no fences or barriers. The only obstacle in the eyes was the red roof of the office. Front access to the steps of the pier overlooking the step of locals, the rise and fall of the guards, sailors accompanied by women euphoric happy to merchant ships, from chambered, drunk and unemployed. Discovered the dish of the day of the port families stocked up on meat and vegetables in the market contributes Dona Bernarda Pena, located down the stairs, behind the barracks of the guard.

Expectant enjoyed guayoleras of Tapalwas talks, the insistent demand for Masayita guarón drink, your favorite carpenter, without neglecting the barking of dogs that warned of intruders in the backyard stealing their prized " handle sugar." Listening to twenty-two caliber rifle took the counter stored in the room and shot out into the yard scaring. Once you shoot Patent, gave the wing half hat and cried Oh, Don Octavio and killed me!, Fainted from fright and never disappeared or handles chickens, kept in check.

In the room, Don Octavio, her husband, filled the air with his presence. Alto and thin, always dressed in neat, starched long sleeve shirt and khaki pants. They called him "Colonel" for his appearance and reliability. HIV-positive clients who made efforts in search of rings and permits for hog slaughter in the fiscal agency, housed in the same room where liquor sold sandpaper. In the morning his regular customers were Leonidas, Felipe Man, Victorian and African, all chambered in the spring. In each rise to the burden of the twenty five steps, rested, entered the room, they took a double shot and rushed to spit out. In both up and down, before noon they were drunk. The African was the only one who had to transport wagon load, called "I leave when I want" because drunk, shaking staring across the street, shouting that those who passed him.

At midday the room was filled with the customs office, customs agents, stevedores and ranking guards who took a small room of rum served with bird's mouth. It was a festive atmosphere regardless of occupation, race, class and even less political activism because they called each other "comrades." When quench their thirst alcohol, Don Octavio closed the business, taking a double shot of whiskey for good digestion, lunch with royal style and made the obligatory siesta. She proceeded to revive the ancestral fire oven, kneaded and baked flour pupusas, rosquetes, pudding, plain bread and toast, who finished sampled in the voyages of merchant ships in the Caribbean.

Coming from Bluefields, Pancho, Maria Teresa and Rosalind did her homework and helped with chores always accumulated in the big house, filling it with joy. In the evenings, went out into the hallway and settled into the same rocking chair where she now complained of knee pain. Listening to the incessant sound of typewriters, from the customs agency of Pedro Joaquin Bustamante, located on the left side of the house, watching the diligent employees travel to the offices of Colonel Peters, administrator of the office, anxious to finalize policies, statements, references and receipts of all types of goods loaded and unloaded ships in huge warehouses. Jimmy Wilson, a heavy smoker, went into the corridor expelling puffs of smoke imported cigarettes, listening to the prosecution of employees and the passing of his beloved Morcley cute.

the right side of the corridor, rented a house to the telegraph office. Frank watched the telegraph, assist the public in a piece of paper carrying their messages and then turned them into points, lines and dots, to convey greetings, congratulations, condolences, good and bad news. He was a strange and lonely night in a radio listening to tangos and laughed out loud, imagining a luxurious lounge dancing with some "Che."

asked about the nightlife and noted discomfort in his gestures. At night everything was quiet, all you heard was the noise of the longshoremen on the dock who worked until dawn. At about eight o'clock at night, sailors attending to women returning happy, they took a couple of drinks and went in a procession of bars, starting with Miss Lillian, Miss Pett, the Pachanga , Cabin, the Equestrian, until they were drunk at home, the nest of whores the Shirley , Vietnam. Do you remember Vietnam?

I'm tired, help me up, he said. Concerned by the cry that he saw him asked him fucking Ideay not remember anything!, You forgot the Vietnam and now the nights you came hungry to Pancho drink the first boil of the truncheon of beans!, Do you think I did not realize?, smoked insurance with Guerri, fox and black John Glenn this stinking weed, because it destroyed everything they could find in the kitchen. Come on, help me, I'm going to bed. When you go put it in the chain, lest they get the smoke stone. Go give your back, followed the road and if you see things better than before telling me to realize raisins. And the rifle twenty-two?, He asked. Look, there is still fear him, said lying in bed. He said goodbye kissing her forehead, crossed the road and did not pass by the house of Dona Juana Angulo.

Hill, New Guinea.

Monday, March 14, 2011.

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The morning breeze invaded his bed through the window blinds missing, after passing, began a slight movement of the curtain to shake the net. The faint rays of sunlight burst into the room. Upon awakening he opened his eyes and filled the space as light shining pearl. Stretching his arms, his left hand and felt his presence, to become aware of your company, turn left and found him asleep. Her full lips were silent admiration and thoughts wander without try to find explanation of the circumstances that led to his side. Approached with subtlety, breathed its heady aroma, to see him naked found her pale skin covered with fine hairs. Instinctively I crouched like a child with a blanket covering him.

I had seen at different times of his life. The girl looked away, unreachable. I never noticed her. But tonight, after decades, their eyes met and a spark sparked the glow of his eyes, memories and longings of love. Now watching him tenderly, and his fragile. I did not want to wake up and creeping out of bed. He took a thin shirt, wool shorts, put on his slippers and went to the kitchen. He lit the fire and began to boil water in a pressure cooker. Gently lifted the bar of the window avoiding the creaking of the hinges, to open the sun's rays observed on the thick forest on top of the hill. He saw the beauty of the sky, the strong smell of the countryside and the cool breeze shook her curly hair. His big black eyes welled with joy and solitude spent saying goodbye, flowing in the air, escaping with the mist to settle back into the forest.

Mesmerized by the illusion was waiting and realized I had woken up when they seized her waist, pulling her toward him with subtlety. The hairs of his beard made shudder to rub her neck with his cheek and his heart began a frantic gallop, desperate to feel his manhood warm. He felt the urgent desire and powerful as wave of life. Fresh air is stuck in your chest and forget their sorrows, its failures of love, the future uncertain middle age, the obstacles women drawn from one and have it held at his side. To turn around in the dim light of morning, he discovered the brilliance of his eyes in his eyes. Drew him looking his lips, opening them with a warm kiss and humid. He traveled the corners of his mouth and drank their saliva and sucked ready to catch his breath until his last day, shaken by the storm of desires kept in chains for many years.

The dance of love began and he realized that he must yield to its momentum. Slowly and some fear of ruining the magic, because his hands were trembling, lifted his shirt and discovered the hair on her armpits, the curve of his shoulders, large breasts, still firm, and nipples black. With the hollow of his hands explored her breasts, waist and pulled her skin, ebony, is shuddered. He knelt before her, buried his face in the abdomen, kissed her deep navel and discovered the exquisite fragrance of Caribbean women, the myth of the smell of coconut and salt from the sea. He lifted his feet and took his slippers discovering them to caress with a kiss. Her hands seized his short wool and down slowly revealing the passage of time in your belly, thighs and buttocks still firm goddess. The light was naked against her lips and walked its paths, dug their caves, walked the valleys and hills, making drawing the beauty of your body.

Taking off shorts, rose and discovered the original secret. The crowing of cocks and the barking of the dog tied up gay in the corridor of the back of the house when not disturbed. She, an expert in love, is surprised to find they had not loved in this way, know that unfettered rage, fear or reservation. Discovered amazed with all your senses the shape of your body, flavor, aroma, heat and explored every inch planting it with caresses and forgotten. Never before had held so eager to celebrate their desires, kiss me, touch me, Chupame, poséeme wait to feel it inside me, do not stop because I'll kill you, my love, I love it there, you got me crazy.

He pulled slightly to look and discovered in his dark eyes reflecting the black pearls that covered his image returned by desire. They lay on the wooden floor and began the steps of the ancient ritual. She welcomed him with passion, sensual whispering words ever spoken, and he left her, entering her garden, soaking up the nectar of the flower Caribbean, each according to the pleasant pace of another in search of the desired end. After every whisper of passion that he smiled full because I had finally found the black goddess of his fantasies of adolescence, sought in different places and bodies over many years.

Slowly, holding time under the light of the window, nestled in it saves in the friction of each sensation. She took hold of him and all the magic of sensual rhythms of their African ancestors flourished in an instant. His body contorted, his hips twitched, his lips were wet, his hands squeezing it in your body bathed in sweat, while delivering like never before. When she groaned in ecstasy and a deep sigh out of his mouth, a volcano erupted in her belly and flowing stream shook him until he fell and sank in the waters of it. Lying on the happy sigh floor. The scream of the pot boiling the water stopped the beating of their hearts, love overflowed in abundance.

had coffee and said goodbye with a promise to never forget. Over the years, seen again. He was returning from the Caribbean diaspora who longs banished its roots, its people, its food, festivities and loves of the past. Seeing her walking in the distance, he realized he was still alive despite his age, loneliness and deprivation in the city abandoned and haunted facing the Caribbean sea. Quickened the pace of their wandering feet, eager to re-enter your garden and see brightness of his black pearl.

Hill

New Guinea, RAAS.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

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PEARLS GLOW NEW GUINEA AND NOT AS BEFORE

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Mr. Victor Rios Obando one of seventeen farmers who arrived in New Guinea on March 5, 1965, interprets the songs written NEW GUINEA AND NOT AS BEFORE in the act commemorating the 46 anniversary of the foundation made in the central city park.

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Hill, New Guinea

RAAS

March 5, 2011.

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NEW GUINEA, NO LIGHT IN THE JUNGLE

This March 5 held 46 years of founding the city of New Guinea. It commemorates the epic feat that seventeen rural poor Somoto originating and Carazo, including two women, along with Rev. Miguel Torres and several officials of Nicaragua's Agrarian Institute (IAN), performed to reach the current county seat of New Guinea. Spiritually guided by the reverend, dreamed of owning land to enable them to achieve the support of their families in the mountain and found the first village of Evangelicals, who would call "light in the jungle."

marginalized and abandoned in a hostile environment, endured hunger and disease. Without giving up pressure on the government to receive due attention, coinciding with the struggle of poor farmers in the West, banished cotton growing. In order to reduce tensions, in 1970 the area delimited IAN 400.112 hectares to develop the settlement project called "Rigoberto Cabezas." Drought in the Pacific, 1971, eruption of Black Hill and the earthquake in Managua in 1972, were sufficient grounds for the IAN moved thousands of families to the area.

In the period 1972 to 1979, the colonization process has moved from being spontaneous and planned to be regulated by the IAN. For this, the government obtained financing from the IDB and advice the Government of Israel embodied the model of "colony", concentrated rural settlement with basic services and rural gifted than 50 acres of land around it, inspired by the kibbutz (agricultural settlement) in Israel. It provided all support services: opening a branch of the National Development Bank to extend credit and make farms by indiscriminate clear-cutting forests, inputs and seed support, road construction, rural electrification, schools, health posts and track landing. As if by magic, New Guinea became the breadbasket of Nicaragua , based on the production of beans and corn, and the main supplier of wood to the Plywood .

During the Sandinista government (1979-1990), the revolution meant the dismantling of the structures of IAN and aborted the logic of PRICA. There was a new process of land reform with the abolition of landlordism, promotion of cooperatives by providing land, credit democratization and promotion of large-scale cocoa and rubber. On August 5, 1981, the area is high at the county level and from 1983, becomes a scene of war. The programs were frustrated and the local economy begins to go into crisis. Thousands of peasant families migrated to Costa Rica, while others were incorporated into the armed conflict and distrust and dissatisfaction with the lack of policies aimed at individual farm sector. In 1988, Hurricane Jeanne seriously affected the social infrastructure and ended with the remnants of the mountain.

With the change of government in 1990 there was a process of pacification and resettlement, resettling demobilized combatants, returnees and poor peasant immigrants from different parts of the country. Churches Protestant and Catholic played a leading role in this process with foreign cooperation, developing alternative projects to the weak state presence. The paving of the road between New Guinea and the Gateada promoting conditions for economic recovery, increased production and export of roots and tubers, grains and livestock development and trade.

The current population is estimated at 140 000 inhabitants, of which seventy percent of whom live in colonies and villages. The village, elevated to city status on 13 February 2008, umbrella of economic activities taking place in 30 settlements and 183 counties by providing various types of services, primarily commercial.

The future is uncertain. Poverty continues to grow and has entered a new crisis. The soils have lost fertility, low yields are obtained in crops and rising production costs. The adverse weather caused crop losses constantly. The export of roots and tubers has declined, as did the cattle. The peasants have come to limit their debt levels. Young people are without alternative employment and income, the product of peasant logic to inherit the land until death and migrate to Costa Rica and other parts of the country.

The process of peasant differentiation and the presence of "new actors" have deepened the concentration of land. Many peasants have migrated to areas near Biological Reserve Indio-Maíz to start again. The end of compassion is notorious for lack of programs and foreign aid projects, while the state and local governments act fragmented, inconsistent and vision of the medium and long term, leaving the hopes and dreams to build the "light in the jungle."

Hill, New Guinea.

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