DRA JEANNETE E. TIBURCIO MÀRQUEZ
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DRA JEANNETE E. TIBURCIO MÀRQUEZ
Dra Jeannete Eureka Tiburcio History, Art and Culture, Producer of Cabina 11 Global Channel, Word Secretary of the Uhe. She is Deputy President of AMLHAC, she is a universal Peace Ambassador of the Universal Peace Circle of Switzerland and France, a Peace Ambassador of the Paccis nuntiis movement, and General Director of the University Corporate Intelligence Educa Campus Querétaro. Founding Partner of the network of global leaders. Academic of good letters from Madrid. Coordinator International Festival for women in letters Ang Unam. Director FAMUNDO - FAPP MEXICO.
Dra Jeannete Eureka Tiburcio Presidente Founder
Mil Mentes Por Mexico Association International
COLUMBIA LIVIA, TRANSMUTED PIGEON
Exotic, invasive
Old World Pigeon
Tamed and wild
Camouflaged in cement.
Every day you look for food
You settle for crumbs
And lattices already damaged,
For your inheritance to save
Guaranteeing your home,
Not remembering your lineage
And push to fly.
To spare, you win battles
You dream of freedom
But the wings can't reach you
And so you stay anchored
In the jungles of the asphalt
Incinerating heat,
And the cold of death.
Where do pigeons fly
Yes, the wings have been damaged
And they bring examples of rats
And they're looking in sewers
Food and freedom?
Where do pigeons go?
If they are not white?
And so were two titans,
Putting the pieces together,
Petting snakes
Growing black spiders.
And Hades says to Cronus:
"Mr. Father, you have heard
That are not White Doves
And the rumor has already spread:
They don't bring messages, they're pests,
They reproduce with enthusiasm,
litter the holy streets,
They announce the curse!
"Go all to the running of the bulls!"
-And if the confinement is not enough?
-Food for the dog!
"But Father, Dog is already dead..."
- Then, (he said hesitantly),
Dra Jeannete Eureka Tiburcio History, Art and Culture, Producer of Cabina 11 Global Channel, Word Secretary of the Uhe. She is Deputy President of AMLHAC, she is a universal Peace Ambassador of the Universal Peace Circle of Switzerland and France, a Peace Ambassador of the Paccis nuntiis movement, and General Director of the University Corporate Intelligence Educa Campus Querétaro. Founding Partner of the network of global leaders. Academic of good letters from Madrid. Coordinator International Festival for women in letters Ang Unam. Director FAMUNDO - FAPP MEXICO.
Dra Jeannete Eureka Tiburcio Presidente Founder
Mil Mentes Por Mexico Association International
COLUMBIA LIVIA, TRANSMUTED PIGEON
Exotic, invasive
Old World Pigeon
Tamed and wild
Camouflaged in cement.
Every day you look for food
You settle for crumbs
And lattices already damaged,
For your inheritance to save
Guaranteeing your home,
Not remembering your lineage
And push to fly.
To spare, you win battles
You dream of freedom
But the wings can't reach you
And so you stay anchored
In the jungles of the asphalt
Incinerating heat,
And the cold of death.
Where do pigeons fly
Yes, the wings have been damaged
And they bring examples of rats
And they're looking in sewers
Food and freedom?
Where do pigeons go?
If they are not white?
And so were two titans,
Putting the pieces together,
Petting snakes
Growing black spiders.
And Hades says to Cronus:
"Mr. Father, you have heard
That are not White Doves
And the rumor has already spread:
They don't bring messages, they're pests,
They reproduce with enthusiasm,
litter the holy streets,
They announce the curse!
"Go all to the running of the bulls!"
-And if the confinement is not enough?
-Food for the dog!
"But Father, Dog is already dead..."
- Then, (he said hesitantly),
cut off their breathing, poison their food,
let them have a lesson, so that they cannot forget
And they will fly away, fearful, a
And they will fly away, fearful, a
s long as they can inhale.
"Are you sure of this?"
-Kidding?
I'M SURE, I'M A GOD!
- What if in slaughter, of these flying rats,
"Are you sure of this?"
-Kidding?
I'M SURE, I'M A GOD!
- What if in slaughter, of these flying rats,
time stands still and Zeus discovers your position?
Glimpsing that you haven't died yet?
There is a silence...
There is a silence...
Minutes later, maybe three ours, or 100 years...
says the Titan:
-IGot it!
Blame it on the bats, they're worse than the Columbas
says the Titan:
-IGot it!
Blame it on the bats, they're worse than the Columbas
and everyone is afraid of them!
- So be it, my Lord, it is done!
After a few minutes, maybe days, or centuries...
The rumor was sown
In a bat broth
Combined with rice,
Topped in soy sauce
The enemy was crowned
Invisible to many.
The columbas couldn't breathe
The Die-Off Began
It turned into extermination
The columbas didn't come out
There were very few flights to be seen,
Lime was no longer used
For alone they died
They stopped breathing
The Derivative Scenes
- So be it, my Lord, it is done!
After a few minutes, maybe days, or centuries...
The rumor was sown
In a bat broth
Combined with rice,
Topped in soy sauce
The enemy was crowned
Invisible to many.
The columbas couldn't breathe
The Die-Off Began
It turned into extermination
The columbas didn't come out
There were very few flights to be seen,
Lime was no longer used
For alone they died
They stopped breathing
The Derivative Scenes
Victories for Titans,
The plague was exterminated
The threat, of the one who suffers
The one who soils, the one who alters
Of the one who flies, of the one who dreams
From the one who can wake up...
But a dead man can't dream,
But dreams can die
From the one who has already learned to fly,
And on the lines of control
This adds up to a success.
Over the course of a few days,
Everybody's changed
The lattices were not enough
To hide the bodies well
In death... exponential
Logarithmic was fear.
-Plague of the air, black bat-... Pointing
"It wasn't the bats, it was the Columbas."
Said those who swelled with pride at the
Have confidential information,
-It all started with the bad southers...
Bearers of evil," they said
"Dark Southerners, doom," the Titans pointed out.
But the Pigeons went from brave to stripped
And it's not just the columbas,
It all started there, followed by the white doves
No one could believe it
After White's death,
The parrots got sick,
Parrots, turtle doves, black pigeons
Also herons, flies, eagles...
Then the mice and the rats,
The only untouchables were the hummingbirds,
bed bugs and cockroaches.
And suddenly the earth shook again,
And the heavens fell, the seas were mixed,
Atlas had let go of the earth, with all that had happened
A severe depression came over him,
His arms did not answer the call of the mind,
He was sent to be vaccinated from Olympus,
Today he walks lost and with difficulty.
To have carried the world so long
It's no use today
for in their place are tidal waves, tsunamis,
floods and earthquakes,
Nights are days today
And the days don't end
Atlas could not go on because his mind went astray
"It was the vaccine," they said.
A long time carrying the world, and it hasn't done any good,
Time froze and the only constant is that nothing changes...
The experts of Olympus announced.
"Father, my Lord, I believe that Zeus has suspicions.
"But how are you going to find out?"
"Father, the White Doves are also dead..."
"HADES, DON'T EVEN MENTION IT, I TOLD YOU THAT THE WHITE DOVES SHOULD NOT BE TOUCHED,
this has been your business...
"So don't go out with it.
"Well, Father, we had to divert our attention, but Zeus already suspects
Ever since Atlas let go of the world, and entered into a disorder within his mind, the lady who accompanies Hera well said to me,
The plague was exterminated
The threat, of the one who suffers
The one who soils, the one who alters
Of the one who flies, of the one who dreams
From the one who can wake up...
But a dead man can't dream,
But dreams can die
From the one who has already learned to fly,
And on the lines of control
This adds up to a success.
Over the course of a few days,
Everybody's changed
The lattices were not enough
To hide the bodies well
In death... exponential
Logarithmic was fear.
-Plague of the air, black bat-... Pointing
"It wasn't the bats, it was the Columbas."
Said those who swelled with pride at the
Have confidential information,
-It all started with the bad southers...
Bearers of evil," they said
"Dark Southerners, doom," the Titans pointed out.
But the Pigeons went from brave to stripped
And it's not just the columbas,
It all started there, followed by the white doves
No one could believe it
After White's death,
The parrots got sick,
Parrots, turtle doves, black pigeons
Also herons, flies, eagles...
Then the mice and the rats,
The only untouchables were the hummingbirds,
bed bugs and cockroaches.
And suddenly the earth shook again,
And the heavens fell, the seas were mixed,
Atlas had let go of the earth, with all that had happened
A severe depression came over him,
His arms did not answer the call of the mind,
He was sent to be vaccinated from Olympus,
Today he walks lost and with difficulty.
To have carried the world so long
It's no use today
for in their place are tidal waves, tsunamis,
floods and earthquakes,
Nights are days today
And the days don't end
Atlas could not go on because his mind went astray
"It was the vaccine," they said.
A long time carrying the world, and it hasn't done any good,
Time froze and the only constant is that nothing changes...
The experts of Olympus announced.
"Father, my Lord, I believe that Zeus has suspicions.
"But how are you going to find out?"
"Father, the White Doves are also dead..."
"HADES, DON'T EVEN MENTION IT, I TOLD YOU THAT THE WHITE DOVES SHOULD NOT BE TOUCHED,
this has been your business...
"So don't go out with it.
"Well, Father, we had to divert our attention, but Zeus already suspects
Ever since Atlas let go of the world, and entered into a disorder within his mind, the lady who accompanies Hera well said to me,
That your name resounded, the corners of Olympus.
"Well, we're already starting, and you know I don't leave anything halfway..." I'm not in a hurry.
"I know, my Lord, I know it, beloved Father, and we will give them a break, let the doves remain
return to the asphalt, then experience the apparent freedom,
"Well, we're already starting, and you know I don't leave anything halfway..." I'm not in a hurry.
"I know, my Lord, I know it, beloved Father, and we will give them a break, let the doves remain
return to the asphalt, then experience the apparent freedom,
And nothing will ever be the same, some even today can't fly anymore
They only walk halfway, with their legs already damaged, they jump, jump, jump, jump, but with difficulty...
Few of them are left and even today they don't even lay eggs...
So I have a feeling that it has all been worth it.
"Listen carefully, son Hades...
No matter
how long it takes, the mission will hit the finish line, let's let them be confident...
They only walk halfway, with their legs already damaged, they jump, jump, jump, jump, but with difficulty...
Few of them are left and even today they don't even lay eggs...
So I have a feeling that it has all been worth it.
"Listen carefully, son Hades...
No matter
how long it takes, the mission will hit the finish line, let's let them be confident...
His mind is already damaged, his confidence destroyed and where there was hope,
Today only fear grows, the root of insecurity has been sown deep inside, sick and the columbas...
Today only fear grows, the root of insecurity has been sown deep inside, sick and the columbas...
with damaged offspring in their DNA is fear.
For now, let's get away from the eye of Zeus.
- So we will do it, Father, so be it, so be it, so be it, so we shall do it.
In Spanish language
Columba Livia paloma transmutada.
JEANETTE E. TIBURCIO MÀRQUEZ
Exótica, invasora
Paloma del viejo mundo
Domesticada y salvaje
Mimetizada en cemento.
Diario buscas alimento
Te conformas con migajas
Y celosías ya dañadas,
Para tu herencia salvar
Garantizando tu casa,
Sin recordar tu linaje
Y empuje para volar.
De sobras, ganas batallas
Sueñas con la libertad
Más las alas no te alcanzan
Y así te quedas anclada
En las junglas del asfalto
De calor incinerante,
Y de fríos de mortandad.
A dónde vuelan las palomas
Sí las alas se han dañado
Y traen ejemplos de ratas
Y andan buscando en cloacas
Alimento y libertad?
A dónde van las palomas
Si no son blancas?
Y así estaban dos titanes,
Acomodando las piezas,
Acariciando serpientes
Cultivando arañas negras.
Y Hades le dice a Cronos:
- Señor Padre, has escuchado
Que no son Palomas blancas
y ya se corrió el rumor:
No traen mensajes, ¡Son plagas,
Se reproducen con ganas,
ensucian las calles Santas,
¡Anuncian la maldición!
-¡Vayan todas al encierro!
- Y si el encierro no alcanza?
-¡Alimento para el Can!
- Pero Padre, Can ya ha muerto…
- Entonces, (dijo titubeante), corten su respiración,
- So we will do it, Father, so be it, so be it, so be it, so we shall do it.
In Spanish language
Columba Livia paloma transmutada.
JEANETTE E. TIBURCIO MÀRQUEZ
Exótica, invasora
Paloma del viejo mundo
Domesticada y salvaje
Mimetizada en cemento.
Diario buscas alimento
Te conformas con migajas
Y celosías ya dañadas,
Para tu herencia salvar
Garantizando tu casa,
Sin recordar tu linaje
Y empuje para volar.
De sobras, ganas batallas
Sueñas con la libertad
Más las alas no te alcanzan
Y así te quedas anclada
En las junglas del asfalto
De calor incinerante,
Y de fríos de mortandad.
A dónde vuelan las palomas
Sí las alas se han dañado
Y traen ejemplos de ratas
Y andan buscando en cloacas
Alimento y libertad?
A dónde van las palomas
Si no son blancas?
Y así estaban dos titanes,
Acomodando las piezas,
Acariciando serpientes
Cultivando arañas negras.
Y Hades le dice a Cronos:
- Señor Padre, has escuchado
Que no son Palomas blancas
y ya se corrió el rumor:
No traen mensajes, ¡Son plagas,
Se reproducen con ganas,
ensucian las calles Santas,
¡Anuncian la maldición!
-¡Vayan todas al encierro!
- Y si el encierro no alcanza?
-¡Alimento para el Can!
- Pero Padre, Can ya ha muerto…
- Entonces, (dijo titubeante), corten su respiración,
envenenen su alimento, que tengan un escarmiento,
que no puedan olvidar, y se vayan a volar, temerosas, las que queden,
mientras puedan inhalar.
- Está seguro de esto?
- Bromeas?
- Está seguro de esto?
- Bromeas?
SEGURO ESTOY, SOY UN DIOS!
- Y si en matanza, de estas ratas voladoras,
- Y si en matanza, de estas ratas voladoras,
se detiene el tiempo y Zeus,
descubre tu posición vislumbrando que aún no has muerto?
Se hace un silencio…Minutos más tarde, tal vez tres horas, o 100 años… dice el Titán:
-¡Lo tengo!¡Culpemos a los murciélagos, son peores que las Columbas y todos les tienen miedo!
- ¡Que así sea mi Señor, está hecho!
Luego de algunos minutos, tal vez días, o siglos…
El rumor quedó sembrado
En un caldo de murciélago
Combinado con arroz,
Cubierto en salsa de soya
Se coronó al enemigo
Invisible para muchos.
Las columbas no pudieron respirar
Empezó la mortandad
Se convirtió en exterminio
Las columbas no salían
Se veían muy pocos vuelos,
Se dejó de usar la cal
Pues solas ellas morían
Dejaron de respirar,
Las escenas derivadas
Victorias para titanes,
Se exterminaba la plaga
La amenaza, del que sufre
Del que ensucia, del que altera
Del que vuela, del que sueña
Del que puede despertar…
Sin embargo, no puede soñar un muerto,
Mas pueden morir los sueños
Del que ya aprendió a volar,
Y en las líneas de control
Esto acumula un acierto.
En el pasar de unos días,
Ya todo el mundo cambió
Las celosías no alcanzaban
Para ocultar bien los cuerpos
En deceso…exponencial
Logarítmico era el miedo.
-Plaga del aire, murciélago negro-…señalaban
-No fueron los murciélagos, fueron las Columbas-
Afirmaban los que se hinchaban de orgullo al
Tener información confidencial,
-Todo comenzó por las sureñas malas…
Portadoras de los males… -decían
-Sureñas oscuras, perdición…
- señalaban los titanes.
Pero las Palomas fueron de bravas a despojadas
Y no solo las columbas,
Todo empezó por allí, más siguieron las palomas blancas
Nadie podía creerlo,
tras el deceso de las blancas,
Enfermaron los pericos,
Las cotorras, las tórtolas turcas, las palomas negras
También las garzas, las moscas, las águilas…
Luego los ratones y las ratas,
los únicos intocables fueron los colibríes,
las chinches y las cucarachas.
Y de pronto la tierra se sacudió nuevamente,
Y se cayeron los cielos, se mezclaron los mares,
Atlas había soltado a la tierra, con todo lo acontecido
Una fuerte depresión le invadió,
Sus brazos no respondieron al llamado de la mente,
Lo mandaron vacunar desde el Olimpo,
hoy camina perdido y con dificultad.
Haber cargado el mundo tanto tiempo,
hoy no sirve de nada,
pues en su lugar quedan maremotos, tsunamis,
inundaciones y terremotos,
las noches hoy ya son días,
Y los días no terminan,
Atlas no pudo seguir pues su mente se extravió
-Fue la vacuna- decían…
Mucho tiempo cargando al mundo, y no ha servido de nada,
El tiempo se congeló y la única constante es que nada cambia…
Anunciaban los expertos del Olimpo.
- Padre, mi Señor, creo que Zeus tiene sospechas.
- Pero cómo se va a dar cuenta?
- Es que Padre, también han muerto las Palomas Blancas…
- HADES, NI LAS MENCIONES, TE DIJE QUE LAS PALOMAS BLANCAS NO DEBÍAN SER TOCADAS,
Se hace un silencio…Minutos más tarde, tal vez tres horas, o 100 años… dice el Titán:
-¡Lo tengo!¡Culpemos a los murciélagos, son peores que las Columbas y todos les tienen miedo!
- ¡Que así sea mi Señor, está hecho!
Luego de algunos minutos, tal vez días, o siglos…
El rumor quedó sembrado
En un caldo de murciélago
Combinado con arroz,
Cubierto en salsa de soya
Se coronó al enemigo
Invisible para muchos.
Las columbas no pudieron respirar
Empezó la mortandad
Se convirtió en exterminio
Las columbas no salían
Se veían muy pocos vuelos,
Se dejó de usar la cal
Pues solas ellas morían
Dejaron de respirar,
Las escenas derivadas
Victorias para titanes,
Se exterminaba la plaga
La amenaza, del que sufre
Del que ensucia, del que altera
Del que vuela, del que sueña
Del que puede despertar…
Sin embargo, no puede soñar un muerto,
Mas pueden morir los sueños
Del que ya aprendió a volar,
Y en las líneas de control
Esto acumula un acierto.
En el pasar de unos días,
Ya todo el mundo cambió
Las celosías no alcanzaban
Para ocultar bien los cuerpos
En deceso…exponencial
Logarítmico era el miedo.
-Plaga del aire, murciélago negro-…señalaban
-No fueron los murciélagos, fueron las Columbas-
Afirmaban los que se hinchaban de orgullo al
Tener información confidencial,
-Todo comenzó por las sureñas malas…
Portadoras de los males… -decían
-Sureñas oscuras, perdición…
- señalaban los titanes.
Pero las Palomas fueron de bravas a despojadas
Y no solo las columbas,
Todo empezó por allí, más siguieron las palomas blancas
Nadie podía creerlo,
tras el deceso de las blancas,
Enfermaron los pericos,
Las cotorras, las tórtolas turcas, las palomas negras
También las garzas, las moscas, las águilas…
Luego los ratones y las ratas,
los únicos intocables fueron los colibríes,
las chinches y las cucarachas.
Y de pronto la tierra se sacudió nuevamente,
Y se cayeron los cielos, se mezclaron los mares,
Atlas había soltado a la tierra, con todo lo acontecido
Una fuerte depresión le invadió,
Sus brazos no respondieron al llamado de la mente,
Lo mandaron vacunar desde el Olimpo,
hoy camina perdido y con dificultad.
Haber cargado el mundo tanto tiempo,
hoy no sirve de nada,
pues en su lugar quedan maremotos, tsunamis,
inundaciones y terremotos,
las noches hoy ya son días,
Y los días no terminan,
Atlas no pudo seguir pues su mente se extravió
-Fue la vacuna- decían…
Mucho tiempo cargando al mundo, y no ha servido de nada,
El tiempo se congeló y la única constante es que nada cambia…
Anunciaban los expertos del Olimpo.
- Padre, mi Señor, creo que Zeus tiene sospechas.
- Pero cómo se va a dar cuenta?
- Es que Padre, también han muerto las Palomas Blancas…
- HADES, NI LAS MENCIONES, TE DIJE QUE LAS PALOMAS BLANCAS NO DEBÍAN SER TOCADAS,
esto ha sido un tema tuyo…
así que no salgas con eso.
- Bueno Padre, es que teníamos que desviar bien la atención, pero Zeus ya sospecha,
así que no salgas con eso.
- Bueno Padre, es que teníamos que desviar bien la atención, pero Zeus ya sospecha,
esde que Atlas soltó al mundo, y entró en un desorden dentro de su mente,
me dijo la dama aquella que acompaña bien a Hera,
que tu nombre retumbó, los rincones del Olimpo.
-Pues ya empezamos, y sabes no dejo nada a medias….
-Pues ya empezamos, y sabes no dejo nada a medias….
No tengo prisa.
-Lo sé mi Señor, lo sé Padre amado, Ya les daremos respiro, que las palomas que queden, se regresen al experimenten entonces, la aparente libertad, y ya nada será igual, algunas incluso hoy ya no pueden volar,sólo caminan a medias, con sus patas ya dañadas,
-Lo sé mi Señor, lo sé Padre amado, Ya les daremos respiro, que las palomas que queden, se regresen al experimenten entonces, la aparente libertad, y ya nada será igual, algunas incluso hoy ya no pueden volar,sólo caminan a medias, con sus patas ya dañadas,
saltan, saltan, saltan, saltan,pero con dificultad…
pocas quedan e inclusive hoy ya no pone ni huevos…
así que presiento que, todo ha valido la pena.
-Escucha bien hijo Hades…no importa lo que me tarde, la misión topará meta, dejemos que se confíen… su mente ya está dañada, su confianza destruida y donde había esperanza, hoy ya solo crece miedo, raíz de inseguridad se ha sembrado muy adentro,
-Escucha bien hijo Hades…no importa lo que me tarde, la misión topará meta, dejemos que se confíen… su mente ya está dañada, su confianza destruida y donde había esperanza, hoy ya solo crece miedo, raíz de inseguridad se ha sembrado muy adentro,
enfermas ya las columbas... con descendientes dañados en su ADN está el miedo. Por lo pronto, alejémonos, del ojo de Zeus.
- Así lo haremos Padre, que así sea, que así sea, que así sea, Así lo haremos.
SUMMARY Teacher, Architect, JOURNALIST, Poet and writer, JEANETTE ESMERALDA TIBURCIO MÁRQUEZ, graduated from UNAM and studied Pedagogy, has numerous books published in the genres of poetry and narrative. He has completed Master's studies in Linguistic Education and in Educational Innovation and Research, for his incomparable work of three decades in favor of education, sustainability, art, culture, literature and peace, he has become a true icon in Mexico and the world. SHE IS THE WOMAN IN THE CHAIR OF THE UNACCC CENTRAL AND SOUTH AMERICA. RECTOR OF THE UNIVERSITY OF NATIONS FOR THE QUALITY OF EDUCATION. FOUNDING PRESIDENT OF A MIL MENTES POR MÉXICO INTERNACIONAL, EXECUTIVE PRESIDENT OF THE WORLD YOUTH ACADEMY IN LITERATURE, HISTORY, ART AND CULTURE, PRODUCER OF CABINA 11 GLOBAL CHANNEL, WORLD SECRETARY OF THE UHE.She is Deputy President of AMLHAC, she is a universal Peace Ambassador of the Universal Peace Circle of Switzerland and France, a Peace Ambassador of the Paccis nuntiis movement, and General Director of the University Corporate Intelligence Educa Campus Querétaro. Founding Partner of the network of global leaders. Academic of good letters from Madrid. Coordinator International Festival for women in letters ANHG UNAM. Director FAMUNDO-FAPP MEXICO.
- Así lo haremos Padre, que así sea, que así sea, que así sea, Así lo haremos.
SUMMARY Teacher, Architect, JOURNALIST, Poet and writer, JEANETTE ESMERALDA TIBURCIO MÁRQUEZ, graduated from UNAM and studied Pedagogy, has numerous books published in the genres of poetry and narrative. He has completed Master's studies in Linguistic Education and in Educational Innovation and Research, for his incomparable work of three decades in favor of education, sustainability, art, culture, literature and peace, he has become a true icon in Mexico and the world. SHE IS THE WOMAN IN THE CHAIR OF THE UNACCC CENTRAL AND SOUTH AMERICA. RECTOR OF THE UNIVERSITY OF NATIONS FOR THE QUALITY OF EDUCATION. FOUNDING PRESIDENT OF A MIL MENTES POR MÉXICO INTERNACIONAL, EXECUTIVE PRESIDENT OF THE WORLD YOUTH ACADEMY IN LITERATURE, HISTORY, ART AND CULTURE, PRODUCER OF CABINA 11 GLOBAL CHANNEL, WORLD SECRETARY OF THE UHE.She is Deputy President of AMLHAC, she is a universal Peace Ambassador of the Universal Peace Circle of Switzerland and France, a Peace Ambassador of the Paccis nuntiis movement, and General Director of the University Corporate Intelligence Educa Campus Querétaro. Founding Partner of the network of global leaders. Academic of good letters from Madrid. Coordinator International Festival for women in letters ANHG UNAM. Director FAMUNDO-FAPP MEXICO.
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