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Violence against women is not a simple issue. We think the government and the police have to do something about this, such as create new laws. We are getting used to hear, watch and observe violence against women everywhere. It does not matter what kind of woman you are, we suffer from this problem frequently. Degradation of any kind has to be combated.

However, since we witness that there are more and more femicides, we strongly believe that there is an option to this. Our families, friends and society have to speak out and stand against violence of any kind. If all of us show our disapproval, powerful people should have to do something about it.

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This song was written in 1927 by Enrique Santos Discépolo. We can realise that violence against women is an old-fashion item. There are too many ways to denigrate a woman. Although he did not react violently against her, the writer of this song described his ex-girlfriend with mocking and cruel words, for instance ‘old wreck’, after ten years of their separation.

The recipient of this song probably have noticed that the lyrics were written for her. Therefore, this is a clear act of psychological violence. Many times, this type of violence is worst than pshysical, since it can make the woman feel without an exit. Most of the times, these cases end in suicide.

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It is very important to be there.

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In this backyard, Manuel buried Chiara's body.

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She was a 14-year-old girl who died because of her boyfriend.

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We know that Chiara is not the only woman who had been murdered in Argentina. She and her boyfriend were another case. Once more a very young girl was killed. One more time a woman suffers from violence.

Sometimes, when we know about this cases, is too late and we have to regret another death. We expect this to stop at some point and we, women, could live in a peaceful world with less violence.

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CHIARA´S MURDER

This is the macabre story of a 14-year-old girl who lived in Rufino, province of Santa Fe, Argentina. She was murdered by her boyfriend last week. Her name was Chiara Paez who had been expecting a child at the time of her death.

Her boyfriend, whose name was Manuel, confessed killing her when he found out she was pregnant. Police have arrested him and four of his relatives which confessed they help him to cover up the body and the murder. Manuel buried Chiara’s body in his own house after hitting her until she died. Moreover, he and his family, grandparents and his mother, had eaten a barbeque in the backyard where the body was buried.

Chiara’s friends saw her alive on Saturday’s night. Her family went to the police to advise that their daughter had disappeared. Rufino’s people helped the police to look for Chiara but they did not find her until her murderer confessed he had killed her.

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It is unbelievable how this man not only hit his wife, but he also put his own daughter inside a washing-machine. He could have been able to kill them both. His wife suffered from a head trauma and his daughter was at hospital almost a month. Luckily, he is in prison but his daughter suffers from lungs edema and his wife has scars of this violent attack on her face.

We cannot believe how extreme this assaults can be. There is neither limit nor regret into the mind of a violent.

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This journalist talks about an unbelievable case of violence.

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Visión 7 - Violencia familiar en Quilmes: Golpeó a su mujer y metió su beba en un lavarropas

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Tremendo caso de violencia familiar. Lucas Rigliota, de 33 años, que había estado preso una década por delitos contra la propiedad, fue detenido, acusado de haber golpeado a su pareja, Maia, derivada a atención médica con hematomas en su rostro y un corte en el cuero cabelludo, y atacado a su hija de un año y medio, a la que metió dentro de un lavarropa en funcionamiento, en un presunto intento de ahogarla.

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Violence against women is a gross violation of their human rights. This violence is found and spread all over the world. It does not matter what kind of social and economic well-being has a woman since all of them can suffer from physical, psychological, sexual  and domestic violence. And this problem has to finish. We have chosen this item because of its importance. Besides, we are women and we must achieve respect.

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Lonely, ugly and all broken
I saw her this dawn
coming out of a nightclub.
Skinny, a full yard long of neck
And a hanger by neckline
under the chin.
Bowlegged, dressed as a broad,
hair-dyed and flirting
her nudity
She looked like a featherless bantam
mockingly showing off
her pecked hide.
I, that know when I am fed up,
Just run away from there
trying not to cry.

I recall ten years ago,
she was my craze.
I went far as to betrayal
for all her beauty.
This, that now is an old wreck,
was my sweet at heart
where I lost my dignity.
That crazy about her beauty,
I stole food from my mother,
I was mean and I was base.
I was left without a friend,
I lived a wrong and wicked life.
And she had me on my knees,
With no honor, just a beggar
When she left me.

Never I thought I’d see her
in a state of R.I.P,
so cruel and bad as I saw her today
Tell me, shouldn’t I kill myself
thinking that for this old junk
I was left as what I’m now.

Ugly this revenge of time
that lets you see destroyed
the one you loved.
This meeting made me feel so bad
That if I think it through
I’ll get poisoned,
this night I’ll drink me out,
thoroughly drunk
So I wont think.

TRANSLATION by: Ramon Peñalva

Copyright (c) Planet Tango 1998-2012 All Rights Reserved

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Esta noche me emborracho / Enrique Santos Discépolo 

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Esta noche me emborracho / Enrique Santos Discépolo 

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Sola, fané, descangayada,

la vi esta madrugada

salir de un cabaret,

flaca, dos cuartas de cogote

y una percha en el escote,

bajo la nuez;

chueca, vestida de pebeta,

teñida y coqueteando

su desnudez...

Parecía un gallo desplumao

mostrando al compadrear

el cuero picoteao...

Yo que sé cuando no aguanto más

al verla así rajé,

pa’ no llorar.

Y pensar que hace diez años fue mi locura

Que llegué hasta la traición

por su hermosura...

Que esto que hoy es un cascajo

fue la dulce metedura

donde yo perdí el honor;

que chiflao por su belleza

le quité el pan a la vieja,

me hice ruin y pechador...

Que quedé sin un amigo,

que viví de mala fe

que me tuvo de rodillas

sin moral, hecho un mendigo cuando se fue.

Nunca creí que la vería en un “resquiscat in pace”

tan cruel como el de hoy.

Mire si no es pa’ suicidarse,

que por ese cachivache

sea lo que soy...

Fiera venganza la del tiempo,

que le hace ver de cerca

lo que uno amó ...

Y este encuentro me ha hecho tanto mal

que si lo pienso más,

termino envenenao

Y esta noche me emborracho bien
me mamo ¡bien mamao! pa’ no pensar.